tampered | The interview part 1

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Current Location: Temple

The interview part 1

When; Oct. 26th
Rating; PG-13 due to possible cursing and Greed idiocy.
Characters; Greed

so_very_greedy, Mikagami Tokiya

cold_incision
Summary; Greed is scouting agents for a new business he wants to start.
Log; The temple was mostly dark. Upon entry, the only light source would seem to be coming from the a desk at the end of the hall. Greed is already sitting at the desk, glasses on, with a solemn expression on his face and his fingers interlocked.

"Please sit over here," he said.

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As promised, Mikagami reached the temple by half past one. Surprisingly to him, it didn't take too much time or trouble for him to find the place. It aroused nostalgia, reminding him of the place he had lived in during his training. As he observed the manicured gardens of the home, he sighed softly, wishing she was here.

But there were more important matters at hand, and he pushed the unornate wood doors aside. Proceeding down the hall, the water swordsman noted how contrary the inside's atmosphere was compared to the outside. The darkness did not bother him since he'd been in darker places, like his room. Narrowing his eyes upon a stark desk light, Mikagami straightened himself before taking a seat.

Expression serious, he decided to cut straight to the chase. "So what do you have in mind?"

He turned the single light source on Mikagami, much like an old film noir detective, and paced around him.

"Tell me about yourself. Background, where you got your skills, resume, references, that sort of thing."

Mikagami wasn't expecting Greed to flash the light on him, but he simply winced instead of bringing a hand to shade his vision. Carefully processing the information, he gave output with closed eyes; it might have seemed as if these sorts of interviews weren't new to him at all.

"Full name is Tokiya Mikagami. Age 17. I've lived in Japan most of my life, but have gone to England on scholarships. I was orphaned at the age of 7; my family was murdered by someone 'close' to us. They were after the madougu Ensui, which is a family heirloom. I'm the last in line to receive the weapon. Meguri Kyouza was my master; he taught me all he knew about Hyoumon Ken Ryu, which is the technique I use. About Ensui, it allows me to control water in all states: gas, liquid, and solid. I believe I have stated that in my job application." He turned his face slightly to regard his probably future emplyer. "Anything else you would like to know?"

"I'm the one who asks the questions here. You can ask me after I get my answers. Now, name me some of the examples of how you use this power. Practical applications."

"Very well," he said as he stood up, grayish blue hair sliding forward. Mikagami didn't bother to warn Glasses Man about the upcoming drops of temperature and frostbite; he would keep that a surprise and impress Greed (as he presumptuously hoped). He pulled out a white object from his jacket pocket; an ivory hilt that was carved so that it looked as if thin strings were thickly wrapped around the middle. On one end was an oval aquamarine orb; the other end was sharpened to a tip. He lifted the instrument and showed it to Greed, calling it Ensui. Dark Water.

Since he wasn't allowed to ask questions, Mikagami scanned what was visible in the room, searching for some source of water. Turning to the side, he found what he was looking for sitting close to the edge of the work desk. That quarter-empty glass would do since he was only demonstrating. He dipped Ensui over the cup, drawing it upwards vertically. As he did, the water crawled up and onto the hilt, molding into a sword-length icicle. Smoothly, Mikagami flicked it to the side while Ensui completed its solidification. Stepping away from the desk and parallel to Greed, Mikagami spun on his heel and plunged the sword into the floor in front of him. Outstretching his palms over the sword, mist began to accumulate around the sword wielder. "Mizu Kugutsu, or Water Puppet. This is mostly a defensive attack."

Soon, the room was dense with fog. Where Mikagami stood was a looming shadow. It moved closer to Greed, taking the form of the long-haired man. "Usually this duplicate distracts the opponent allowing me to surprise him when he's not looking," Mikagami said as he appeared behind the Sin.

"Hm...Interesting. Well, you're certainly no liar!"

He clapped his hands twice and lights kicked on throughout the area. He retrieved some sake from under the desk and poured a glass for the both of them.

"Sweet. I wasn't 100% certain those lights were installed right," he said, sliding Mikagami a glass, "Well, you seem pretty on the level. Nice ability, too. Sorry for the attitude earlier, just a low level test of your nerves. You obviously know how to stay focused."

He quickly sat back down and kicked his feet up on the desk, leaning back lazily.

"So Mik, what do you want to know about my business? Or something about me, perhaps?"

Keenly, Mikagami's eyes followed the row of lights as they flicked on. Somehow it was like deja vu. He followed Greed back to the table, lifting his weapon above it. Although Ensui's blade was reduced to a narrow pillar, Mikagami returned what was left into the glass. He made a self-note to bring a water bottle next time. He glanced at the offered sake uninterestedly "Sorry, I don't drink," he declared bowing his head a little. His eyes iced over upon hearing the compliments; a trademark on his part. The boy remained standing, preferring not to ease himself now that it was his turn to ask questions.

"I'll get to know you as time passes," he said calmly. "I wish to be told more about the job." He wouldn't mention pay just yet, and Mikagami wasn't a very ambitious person in finances.

Greed scratched his chin and faced Mikagami, jumping back to his feet. Greed was a very animated sort of fellow and it showed when he explained things.

"Everybody needs something, my friend. EVERYBODY. The problem is this, a place like this one has many things that people could want, but not always in an accessable manner."

He stopped for a swig of sake and continues, gesturing wildly with his hands.

"What if something is in a dangerous area? What if someone needs something from the underground? What if someone needs fresh fish from the ocean? What if they need a plant that only grows in a particular area? What if it already belongs to someone? Well that's where my company would come in. I'd take the call, consult whoever I think is useful for the job, and we'd retrieve it! Then we'd be payed a modest sum and move to the next case."

He stopped with his hands out and a smile on, like it was the most brilliant plan in the world.

This guy now resembled Recca with his energetic way of explaining things. He even had that smug look Hanabishi had when he completed a plan (that usually backfired and required improvisation). His mouth was spread thin as Mikagami blinked, formulating his response.

"So..." he raised a brow. "We'd be a retrievals agency? That condones stealing? Hmm..."

Mikagami might not have been the nicest of persons, but he had his morals. He'd put up with putting himself in dangerous, life-risking situations--as he's done several times before--but stealing is where he drew the line.

"--unless... we're recapturing something that was already stolen."

There was always a way to rationalize.

"Yep! Don't worry, I guarantee you won't be stealin' a damned thing."

Of the few personal morals Greed had, hurting girls and telling lies were things he could never condone...That did NOT, however, mean he had to tell the whole truth. He could always just not take Mikagami on jobs where they were taking something from another party, after all.

"By the way, you sure there's nothin' I can get you?"

He allowed a satisfied smirk spread on his bang-covered face. "All right. I believe we have a deal then, Mr. Greed," he said flipping said bangs out of his vision. He lifted a hand and shook it side to side. "No, I'm fine. I've already eaten. Thank you."

Frankly, even if he was full, Mikagami would not accept the edible offerings of someone he just met. However credible and authorative he might have seemed, Greed held this capricious air around him. For now, he would just keep his guard up until he learned more about him personally.

Mikagami gave a final look around, thinking that since business was done and that he was pretty much hired, he should get going. Nana was...unwell at the moment, and as her roommate, he should be home to look after her. "Well," he slipped Ensui back into his pocket. "I should be going now. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me--oh, wait, how many other people have been hired so far?"

"You'd be the first. Everything is in it's early phases. I'll contact you when more is set up. Have a good day."

"Hmm, all right. Thank you. See you around, then."

And with that, Mikagami went on his way.

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