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Title: N/A
Fandom: Tales of Destiny
Pairing: N/A (does Karell flirting with Dymlos count?)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 355 words
"Lieutenant-General Timber?"
A smooth, pleasant voice broke through Dymlos's thoughts of troop placement and formation. With a sigh, he lowered the papers of statistics he'd been scanning and looked up. The quick fall of footsteps behind him eased into a more natural pattern as the speaker caught up with Dymlos's own long-legged stride. "...Lieutenant-General Belserius, isn't it?" he asked, hoping that the surprise he felt wouldn't show in his voice.
Belserius smiled, tucking a strand of dark red hair behind one ear. "Ah, you know me? I'm flattered."
"You're making a bit of a name for yourself," Dymlos commented, not slowing his pace through the underground halls of the base.
"I hope that's meant to be a compliment," Belserius laughed. "And it's Karell, not Belserius. The last thing I want is for my men to mistake me for Harold. Can you imagine the trouble that would cause?" He gave a mock shiver at the thought. "I've already had to reassure several people that no, not everyone in my family is interested in experimenting on them."
Dymlos, his mind going to the tiny yet formidable younger Belserius, had to admit that the man had a valid point. "Karell, then. Did you want something?"
A wider smile tugged at Karell's lips. "Just interested in conversation, really. You've heard about the new assignments, haven't you? We'll be working closely together, and I was hoping to at least introduce myself before everything was made official."
"The Swordian Team," Dymlos murmured. "I haven't had time to look everything over, yet, but..."
"I don't think all the selections will be finished for quite some time," Karell said with a shrug, "but the preliminary list in the works, and that's enough to at least begin things. Harold tells me we're both on it."
"I see." Dymlos stopped at the entrance to his rooms and turned to face Karell. "It will be a pleasure to work with you, I'm sure."
Karell laughed again. "I hope so. I'll be seeing you around, then, Lieutenant-General."
And as he walked away, Dymlos couldn't help but wonder if he had imagined the overly-friendly edge to Karell's words.
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