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"I want all executive members assembled in the lobby--[i]now."
The usual lighthearted and whimsical lilt of his voice seemed nothing more than a distant memory as he rapped out sharp commands to the NPCs, all of which stood rigid as wooden planks under his ever-so watchful gaze, not daring to breathe. "Inform them that any higher-up who doesn't show within the next three hours (three days, in real time) is automatically stripped of their position and relieved of their duties. Executive members who think they're so high and mighty that they need not bother presenting themselves or contributing ideas during meetings is undeserving of any special rank or title; I've been lenient enough with all of them in terms of activity." Though his posture was relaxed, though he stood as though he were having a casual conversation with a friend in one of the hotel's many bars (perhaps with a drink at his side, and the surrounding liquor-scented air filled with the usual idle chatter and gossip and laughter), there's an underlying note of steel in his body and his words; it served as both a warning and a reminder to those who may have forgotten, that he had not ascended to the highest rank attainable by doing nothing. He hadn't been selected to fill this slot--which, prior to his rise to power, had been vacant for quite some time--because he'd lazed around twenty-four / seven (oh no, on the contrary, he'd been quite the proactive operative; and it certainly hadn't hurt that none of his plans had ever failed thanks to his smarts), or because the other bosses had taken a particular liking to his method of threatening uncooperative prisoners during interrogation sessions (but honestly, they weren't threats, for Dazai hasn't ever threatened a single individual in his career, or his entire life; he only ever says the truth--facts, undisputed truths, lies that become reality eventually, in one way or another).
A single dismissive wave of his paw caused the soldiers to erupt into a flurry of activity, and he watched, with a veiled, borderline cruel sort of amusement, as they practically tripped over themselves in their haste to carry out his orders. He almost made to tell them to relax, that they weren't the ones that needed to feel concerned...however, he thought better of it. That would be...something akin to a lie, actually. Yes, he felt as though he understood their desperation to get carry out their tasks as quickly and efficiently as possible... After all, they were members of the Port Mafia, and they all knew very well that the organization wasn't known for keeping those that were of no value, and that they expected returns on their investments (for providing them with food, shelter, and luxuries they'd have otherwise never come to know); and while reflecting on all of this, Mori-san's words drifted back to him from across the gaps of time: "Anyone who can't follow simple instructions deserved to be tossed out like the trash they are, no?". Dazai, having been his young, impressionable (yet also perceptive enough to know that it'd be troublesome if he were to provide any contradiction) protégé at the time, had agreed with him wholeheartedly, wearing a smile that'd been grotesquely bright and far too happy.
Once the NPCs had all disappeared from his line of sight, the youth then turned, his elegant black coat fanning out around him like some dark midnight blossom blooming beneath the moonlight, before making his way towards the designated meeting place in long, purposeful strides, where he would await the arrivals of the those he'd sent for.
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