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[un_fated]

[The feed flickers briefly before it reveals a young woman eyeing the camera -- and then who doesn't seem to want to look at it, glaring off beyond it with a faint scowl. A fleck of what looks like blood marks her cheek.]

[This is Uruki . . . who has been here since November, and yet never posted to the main network.]

Stephanie Brown is gone.

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[voice]

[rapturescreed]

What skills do you possess?

[voice]

[un_fated]

[And that was just the kind of question Uruki had been dreading. Because in this world, with its rampant technology, sometimes it seemed as though she knew almost nothing at all.]

[A slow, steady breath through her nose.]

Can control the wind. And I'm good in a fight.

['Killing things,' might have been a wry reply, but that gets left out. This is a job interview.]

[voice]

[rapturescreed]

How are you with manners, and other such etiquette?

[voice]

[un_fated]

[Of all the questions she expected to be asked, this was not one of them. But honesty seems to be the best policy.]

When I need to be, if the job requires it. I'm probably not the kind of person who'd be good at a Greeter job.

[voice]

[rapturescreed]

I'm the general manager of Lion's Gate, a club that caters to the upper class of the city. We are always looking for security guards to work for the club, and all that we ask is that you be polite and courteous to the guests, for the amount of time that you will be near them, which is not very long.

[voice]

[un_fated]

I'd file that under "when I need to be," so yes, I can do that.

[voice]

[rapturescreed]

What sort of training have you had?

[voice]

[un_fated]

If you mean fighting, I've been training since I was three. My trainers were masters in their art.

[Slight hesitation.] Wind manipulation since I was eight. Seventeen now.

If it's the etiquette thing . . . they were originally a part of the court where I'm from. They made sure I had a sense of what was required. As much a part of the training as the fighting.

[voice]

[rapturescreed]

Really. [Hm. Could be useful.] If you would like to come in for an interview, I would like to meet you in person.

[voice]

[un_fated]

[Slight hesitation, potentially from surprise . . . though Uruki doesn't let it flicker through her face. And no, this totally doesn't spark any nervousness. Not at all.]

When?

((ooc: Sorry to be so slow -- bogged down by work lately. Thanks for the patience.))

[voice]

[rapturescreed]

Tomorrow? Two hours before sirens.

[ooc: No problem! When it comes to the interviews, I always handwave them. If Uruki wants the job, it's hers! Just contact Franz d'Epinay to let him know.]