Day On The Job: Part 1 (Open) Jun 22, 2012 11:21:20 GMT -5
Post by Tate Karito on Jun 22, 2012 11:21:20 GMT -5
"That's all I have to offer for my services," he stated directly and clearly, "Would that suffice with you?"
It was abnormally strange to be talking to such a popular and powerful entity face-to-face. But it wasn't completely as grim as he thought. The mere childish appearance Lord Death possessed was a stark contrast according to legends and rumors. Almost taunting it on purpose. Despite all of that, Tate could still feel the foreboding. Rather, his instincts were telling him not to ever piss him off for whatever reason.
The deity was in obvious thought as it stood there while musing, "Hmm. You do have quite the reputation and the resume."
The Aegis stared at the dark garbed individual converse with a-- blue-skinned person? Though the initial conversation between them was less than professional. Rather, a friendly exchange of words without so much gravity at hand, with a potential employee was standing in front of them.
"...They're pretty laid-back," Karito remarked in his thoughts, ignoring some of the comments, and then staring back at the dread-locked personnel, "And bizarre. So much for job interviews..."
His attention returned back to the head of Shibusen, noticing the skull mask was looking in his direction. As if it wanted to speak to him.
"So why exactly do you want to look through our database, Mr. Karito?"
...Why? The Ex-SAT grimaced at the probing. There was a slight discomfort in his stature. A personal question, yet it was one in which the owners of the information had every right to have the knowledge of why. Yet, his hesitation filled the sky-imitating room with silence and discomfort.
Softly, "I once served as an SAT member. I married and had a boy."
The overcoat giant paused, just to stare at the expressions of his future employers. Though, there was nothing to divine, but at the fact he had their attention.
"--But they were taken away from me by someone named Butterfly."___________________________
It was bright. The sun mercilessly stabbed its harsh rays on Tate's person. The heat was rising and the air was dry for someone not native or a resident to this land. But, the added weight and warmth from the overcoat was already putting on the unnecessary stress...
Yet, his last job made it a habit for him to keep the unnecessary article of clothing on. His eyes peered around the clearing in front of the academy. Empty. Silent. For now.
And so began his first day on the job, with emptiness.