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[Meiko Hayashihara]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; vertical-align:top;width:500px;height:450px; border-radius: 4px 4px 4px 4px; bTable][tr][atrb=style, background:#C8DDFB; width:30px] [tr] It's so easy to make believe, it seems you're livin' in a dream Don't you see that what you need is standing in front of you? [tr][atrb=style, background:#E9F1FB; padding: 4px; opacity: 0.7] Grading papers was the most tedious part of being a professor, and handling bills the most tedious part of running a business. Certainly, Meiko had enough space in her room to spread out everything to finish all her headaches in one sitting, but sometimes she really kind of desparately wanted a distraction. Yes, she loved everything she did, from working (and funding) this organization, to imparting her knowledge of days long gone to students (and occasionally making condescending politicians feel like absolute fools when they visited the University trying to sway young voters towards them and their policies; it seemed that, invariably, they would have some historical point to make that would have been inaccurately researched, and well, she could not abide fools), to her studio, transmitting another of her passions to others. At this point, she had been forced to cut back on her hours working at the studio - Transcendere Fatum had finally begun priming for a move, it seemed, and so she was finding herself a little busier there. She'd also been marketing a little heavier, in order to increase revenue there. Given her reputation, she could, of course, afford to charge premium prices, which certainly was part of the reason she had been able to do as much with it as she had, but students grew, and she thought it prudent to make an effort to pull in a little more than might be necessary. She could always invest what wasn't presently needed, pulling back more than the original sum invested. There was some paperwork on the table of that nature - her broker sending statements. She needed to schedule a meeting with him soon, too... However, she had taken a break from the bills and calculating monetary issues to focus on papers from her students. Enough numbers could drive a woman insane, just like enough typos and malapropisms could. Her present reading material, at least, was impeccably done. Meiko couldn't say the same for the one she had read through before it - it had gone in a pile to make a copy of to give to Arashi. The Wind Guardian was perhaps the weirdest... she hesitated to use the word "friendship" for their relationship. It was more academic than that, on her part, but also curious, bemused, odd, simply put. Mostly, she just found and saved weird things to give to him, and he annoyed her a little less than he did everyone else. Not that he'd actually managed to annoy her, really. He could be more lascivious than perhaps any other male she'd ever met, he wasn't driven by that, or by a desire for power. In fact, at least half the reason she had cultivated their weird semi-friendship was sheer curiousity over what made him tick. Perhaps his intelligence, which he so often hid, was what made him interesting enough. Who knew... Either way, he received a lot of the papers she graded, in a copied form, when they were nonplussing enough. Reaching the end of the paper, she lifted the pair of black reading glasses from her nose to pinch the bridge of it, and glanced at her watch. Only about six pm, and she had started on the pile hours ago. Thank goodness classes were still on a break, or she would have had to be teaching instead of dealing with papers. Actually...that was only sort of a good thing. At least she was halfway done with the papers, and three-quarters of the way done with all the financial stuff. Taking a moment to break from the concentration she'd been pouring into her work, the tall Sacrifice stood and stretched, and began to reorganized the table. Finished papers that had been stacked slightly haphazardly on the surface were sorted into the three briefcases she had pushed into the chair next to her, and then more papers, still needing attention, removed and arranged from the large bundle sitting at the opposite end of the table. If someone were to interrupt her for discussion, as people would occasionally be prone to do, it was always best to catch her in the moments where she was in the process of clearing her mind for the next set of things. Meiko, like any other person, hated being interrupted in the midst of things.

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