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The sun shines brightly on the Marine Headquarters, a normal day by most standards, many still lay asleep in their bunk beds, admirals already doing their paperwork, and somewhere an alarm snail rings, only to immediately be silenced with a yawn.
"Another day another assignment" she thinks to herself, getting out of bed to start the day.
As she heads to her small kitchen she's thinking about him again.
She sighs is a dreamy way, thinking to herself,
"Gosh...I wonder what he'll need today! I should be sure to bring all my notes from the last meeting, I hope he notices how prepared I was!"
"Hehe!" She giggles outloud, already prepared to conquer the day.
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She walks down the hallaway eagerly, passerby hear the faint clicking of heals descending through HQ, the marines pay her no mind as avoiding eye contact became the norm eventually, she didn't pay them any mind as she was excited to hop on to her next assignment.
"Good morning!" She said as she passed. the next soldier she passed down the hallway, what a great day this is.
"Man....what a creep" said the marine to his coworker, "She's so odd" .
"Odd?" Responded the other soldier "she seems pretty ok to me, I've arrested plenty pirates much worse than whoever that was".
"Do you not know who that is?! Thats!-".
" WARLORD SECRETARY PLUM, REPORT TO MAIN OFFICE MEETING ROOM FOR NEXT ASSIGNMENT"
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She wasn't always a warlords secretary, many years ago the concept was almost laughable, warlords are unruly and unpredictable, the government could barely get a word in that they would consider, So whats the deal?
It was a long time ago, the warlords were recently established and the government was at its wits end, so many messages, requests and check ups resulted fruitless, they can hardly keep tabs on any of their leashes, how much longer till they lose all connection, so they released a hail Mary and made the warlord secretary union.
At first nobody volunteered, being a secretary implied being at close proximity with these monsters, how could anyone manage? Let alone survive a year at most, thats where Plum first caught wind....and she couldn't have been more eager.
Plum was the first marine soldier who volunteered for the program, nobody could make sense of it, was she suicidal? Mad? Worse...she was actually WANTS to be near a warlord. Once she broke the ice it didn't take long for the government to procure their team.
Nobody understands why plum was so eager to meet the warlords, let alone volunteer to be near them full time, but she did so willingly and eagerly.
Each secretary has their assigned warlords, while they report to the government they also report and assist the warlord for whatever endeavor they deem fit, that was the trade off, freedom to do as they please while having a direct link to whom they report to.
Plum did her job with maximum seriousness, never fails to make a report to her warlord or the government, never late to her meetings and never disappointing, this was her pride and joy, she found meaning in her job, thanks to the warlord she serves.
Nobody understands how she can do it especially considering...
She arrives at the main office, turns to hear a familiar snicker from across the meeting room floor, immediately she feels herself smile from ear to ear.
"Mr.Moria sir! Good morning to you!"
"ISHISHISHI~ Miss Plum, took you long enough!