𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝟻/𝟻 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍; 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍)

The sun rose from the sea again. It bathed the area in the soft rays. Isla was a very pretty town in the early morning, glittering and sparkling into the boardwalk resturant’s windows. Soon it shone over the large white peaks of the Palace’s building, where we start our story.
The Palace is a very beautiful and well-kept. It is worn from time, but it is large and burly. It it supported by arcs and pillars, and the inside is a matching white with large halls and a rather ominous elevator that played the most boring music ever. There was a large area out back preserved for the Army, which was ran by quite a few men and women. The large marble steps leading up was washed and sparkled in the fountains along the sides. It was peaceful.
It certainly was for Neo. Until his alarm clock from across the room made him raise his head. He fell asleep on the couch. He hadn’t bothered to get undressed from his sharp two-piece suit. He groaned loudly and set his head back down. But. It. Just. Kept. Blaring.

From his office on the first floor (Neo’s was on the top, if you were curious), M slept, passed out on his desk. His long, tangled hair covered his still face, his breath barely stirring the thick locks of hair. His fingers were still closed over his pen, which was leaking out onto the paper he was scribbling on, and on his crisp, white dress shirt.

Elliot floated around the kitchen of the palace, this was where he haunted the most. The main reason being that he missed the taste of human food, he couldn't eat it while he was a spirit, so the smell of the food cooking would have to be enough. To be honest, I wonder why I even bother with haunting this place. It's not like being here makes me feel better.

Jericho strode through the main palace doors, hot tea steaming in one hand and a large cheesy bagel in the other. His uniform boots making a thunderous echo in the empty hall. He was usually the first one in the office. Usually being the key word, as he spotted a light coming from M's office. Jericho sighed. "Godsbedamned." He muttered, dropping his stuff on his desk he strode over to the door of his boss's office and shoved in. "OI! Wake up boss!" He shuffled around the desk and gave M a mighty shake. "I can't believe you fell asleep here again. Don't you have a woman to go home to?" He muttered at the man's sleeping form.

M started the moment Joshua slammed into the room, slamming noise and clatter into his calm and peaceful dream. shaking the hair out of his face, and flinging his arms out in an instinctual gesture, he sat up.
“You don’t need to shake me!” He thrust the other away from him, giving him a watery glare. “And don’t act like I can’t hear you.”

Jericho responded to M's glare with a wide grin of his own. He ignored the man's comments as per usual. "Good Morning, Boss. I hope you had a wonderful sleep. There's a spare suit in the closet, you've got ink on your shirt again." Jericho gestured to the inky mess. "Best be ready before His Majesty makes his way down here. Not that it would be the first time you've greeted him with ink all over your clothes. Tea?"

M grumpily set a hand on his face and leaned his weight into it. His heavy-with-ink sleeve dipped down his arm and left inky streaks on his pale papery skin. He half-opened his eyes to glare at Jerchio again.
“No. Coffee. And I don’t need the suit. I’ll clean myself up.”

Jericho gave M a mock salute before turning out of the office to make him a cup of coffee. It wasn't exactly in his job description to watch out for M like he did, but he rather enjoyed it. He was a good man. Honorable. So what if he needed reminding to go home every once in awhile or a fresh cup of coffee every few hours? He did good things for people and more the King. Jericho sighed, pouring the brown steamy liquid into a large mug. But Alison going to be pissed when she comes in later to check on him.

"Here Boss." Jericho said placing the mug on M's desk a few moments later. He stood back and crossed his arms. Waiting for the directives for the day, or for anything M might say. As second in command Jericho took his job more seriously than his life.

M sat up and brushed himself off, spreading the ink over his paper and shirt. He grabbed up his pen and gave it a look. Really? Really. Really. Really, He paced to himself, staring at the pen. He shook himself out of his day’s coma and plopped the leaky pen down into an almost-but-not-quite overflowing trash can. He stood, then knocked over the little jar of ink for his pens onto his soft plush carpet. He cursed under his breath, ducked down to pick it up and take a look at the damage of the blue carpet. He hastily went to stand when Jericho entered the room, cracking his head off of his desk and falling back down into his chair. His head throbbed but he stubbornly ignored it.
“Thank you, Jericho.”

"Having a rough morning, sir?" Jericho said, wisely keeping his chuckles to himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen M so out of sorts. He hoped everything was okay.

M sniffled slightly before turning to his desk and gently setting down the jar. He picked up his coffee and sipped it delicately, keeping his messy office in silence as he drank. Finally, he answered:
“Perhaps I am.”

(Oh, Autumn, I think Kat is off again, so you can go ahead and skip to when Alison arrives to keep this thing going.)

(belp)

(Well hold up puts up hands

No tech has been made to exterminate Spirits just yet. Basically what your character does is distract the Spirit from destroying stuff and wreaking havoc. Which is very hard to do. I don’t mind which Magic you assign your character, since anyone can do it.)

(It should be all the time lmao but yeah you got it right.)

(It’s okay! I understand ^-^)

(Sure they can.)

(Okay! You can pop in when you come back.)

M had set his cup down and was in the middle of giving Jericho information for his work today when Alison knocked. He glanced over, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he were trying to see through the door.
“Jerchio, you are dismissed. Go enjoy that bagel somewhere that isn’t in my office. Come in!”

M rolled his eyes and shooed Jerchio from the room with a few flaps of his left hand (a proper way to get rid of an offline user’s OC (sorry Kat lmao)).
“Hi Alison.” He shut the door gently with his magic and sat up slightly in his chair. “What’s up?”