[ Having submitted his application very recently, this is a prompt response. The woman who contacts him is impressive-looking, stern and well put together. He admires the pride she clearly takes in her uniform, can identify with that. Today, however, he isn't in uniform himself--hasn't been, really, since his arrival--and he's looking less than flawless, having just finished up a day outdoors doing construction work. He'll appear in a floor-length mirror set on the wall in a starter apartment bedroom. Even out of uniform, however, it's easy to read 'military' in his posture. ]
Good afternoon.
[ A clipped but cordial greeting. ]
No thanks is necessary, ma'am. I applied because I feel it is my calling to serve, regardless of where I find myself.
[That's a good answer to give, judging by the thoughtful nod of Nike's head. After their initial exchange, Nike steps back and sits down at her desk, careful and controlled, before reaching for a pale plastic folder in the corner. It contains Erwin's submitted application.]
I am Staff Sergeant Nadine Nike, [she says, flipping open the folder,] and I have been a member of the city guard for nearly nine years. I'm part of a concerted effort to bolster our ranks and improve the overall retention rate. You can imagine how fortunate I feel to have found someone with similar militaristic experience. Oftentimes we're dealing with green recruits who don't know how to hold a baton, much less when and where it's appropriate to use one.
[She smooths her fingernails--no colors, no gloss, but well-manicured--down the first page.]
[ Erwin's spent most of his life around military types, and he generally knows the sort of answers they like to hear from their subordinates. It's best to remain respectful, deferent, and understanding. He gives a stiff nod as she introduces herself and listens in attentive silence as she speaks, though he does allow himself a hint of a smile when she references green recruits. Still, he only replies when he is asked a direct question, and by then he is all business. ]
Correct, ma'am. While I am trained to deal with human enemies as well, my comrades and I fought primarily against giant humanoid creatures called Titans. Despite their resemblance to people, they did not possess anything by way of human intelligence, but seemed driven only by some instinctive need to devour us. I will spare you the grisly details in the interest of being succinct, but in short, violence was often a necessity in order to defend ourselves and those who depended on us.
We're not familiar with the "Titans" of your world, but the monsters wandering outside of the City will be comparable to your worst nightmares at times. They've been known to grow to gigantic sizes, too, depending on the severity of a storm, which further complicates our efforts to subdue them. Under no circumstances must they ever be allowed to bypass the city gates. [With a slight nod, Nike concedes,] So it would be beneficial to have your expertise on the team.
[However, there's much more to being a member of the city guard than brute strength and battle experience.]
And what about nonviolent measures? What do you know about diplomacy, tact, and discretion?
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Good afternoon.
[ A clipped but cordial greeting. ]
No thanks is necessary, ma'am. I applied because I feel it is my calling to serve, regardless of where I find myself.
no subject
I am Staff Sergeant Nadine Nike, [she says, flipping open the folder,] and I have been a member of the city guard for nearly nine years. I'm part of a concerted effort to bolster our ranks and improve the overall retention rate. You can imagine how fortunate I feel to have found someone with similar militaristic experience. Oftentimes we're dealing with green recruits who don't know how to hold a baton, much less when and where it's appropriate to use one.
[She smooths her fingernails--no colors, no gloss, but well-manicured--down the first page.]
It seems you're not a stranger to violence?
no subject
Correct, ma'am. While I am trained to deal with human enemies as well, my comrades and I fought primarily against giant humanoid creatures called Titans. Despite their resemblance to people, they did not possess anything by way of human intelligence, but seemed driven only by some instinctive need to devour us. I will spare you the grisly details in the interest of being succinct, but in short, violence was often a necessity in order to defend ourselves and those who depended on us.
no subject
[However, there's much more to being a member of the city guard than brute strength and battle experience.]
And what about nonviolent measures? What do you know about diplomacy, tact, and discretion?