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When; Jan 5, afternoon
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Summary; Dawn comes in for her first ever real live job interview at City Solutions.
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Natalie had little to attend to, other than having to replace two employees the City had decided recently to return home. With Taylor around, most of the menial work was done quickly and efficiently, leaving Natalie to the more complicated matters. Of which there were few, given their situation. As it were, she hadn't even begun looking for new employees when a potential fell right into her lap. Dawn Summers; a quick perusal of the Network lent her a good impression of the girl, and an association with a woman Natalie had run into a few times previously. Dawn was definitely a person of interest and if having her on at City Solutions would provide some sort of in, then Natalie was prepared to get her in.

She could rarely be found in her office on the 6th floor, but she made certain to be situated at her desk at the agreed upon time for Miss Summers' interview. It would likely be quick, once she got a bearing on her skills and desires within the City.

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So the closest she could come to business casual was a pair of gray slacks she borrowed from Buffy and a nice top, maroon with a vee neck that might be a little low but looked expensive enough since it was silk. The high-heeled leather boots though, those were a fantastic choice she decided. They were the only really expensive thing she'd bought since she'd arrived in the City. She carried a folder with the requested list of skills on it. Of course, it was her legible handwriting in a navy blue ink.

Dawn Summers:

Acquired Skills
- Quick reader.
- Quick typist.
- Good with a computer.
- Good with most weaponry.
- Dabbled in magical spells here and there.
- Quick at learning foreign languages.
- Good at improvising.
- Determined.

Did determined count? Probably not, she decided as she walked into the building. In the elevator, she pressed the number six and waited. At the last minute, here she was deciding whether leaving the mystical key part off of her resume. And she finally decided that was best. Not that she needed to hide it. In the City crazy and wild and different seemed to be the norm.

The elevator dinged and the doors open. She put on a bright smile and walked out, trying to look and act very professional and grown up. It wasn't a huge stretch, she just had to actually think about it. As far as interviews went, this was her first. At the desk, she held out her hand in greeting. "Hi. I'm Dawn Summers, I have an appointment with Natalie Rushman."

The assistant (who Natalie wasn't entirely attached to) ushered Dawn in with about as much formality as he could muster. Which meant her door was just thrown open and he simply wandered away once Dawn was in.

"Miss Summers," Natalie stood (smiling in order to hide her irritation provoked by her awful assistant) and moved from behind the desk, offering a hand to shake. "Good to meet you in person."

The assistant guy seemed not as awesome as this place seemed to be. It caused Dawn to give a little bit of a pause but she regained that confident air she was trying to put on when she actually saw Ms. Rushman. She smiled again and shook Natalie's offered hand, a strong handshake since she had read somewhere once that that was a sign of confidence and assertion. Nothing like a good confident first impression.

"Nice to meet you too. This is my first interview ever so I'm not really sure what to expect but..." Quit rambling, she told herself. Letting go of Natalie's hand, she dug the folder from her over-sized purse that she carried everything in including stakes and holy water. Yes, she was the Slayer's sister.

A natural people reader, Natalie marks Dawn's reassertion of confidence. Her determination to follow through with this is admirable, at least. Gesturing to a seat, Natalie moves back to her own as she speaks.

"Well, we've gone through introductions now, which I assume have been fairly painless. Next, I'll ask about your employment history. We won't bother with why you'd like to work here; that's fairly obvious and honestly of no concern to me. And then we'll move on to how qualified you are." Another bright smile and a pause to let Dawn adjust, absorb and get comfortable. This wasn't an interrogation.

Natalie usually conducted those in much darker arenas. And on people much worse than Dawn.

Employment history, that could be a problem. Dawn sits in one of the available chairs and sets her bag down, offering the list of skills over to Natalie as she crosses one leg over the other. She folds her hands in her lap, figuring she's stalled on the topic long enough. "Well I worked at a magic shop for awhile." Mostly to work off her debt from stealing from there but that was beside the point, right? "The world of retail is interesting, especially with the types of people that frequent a magic shop."

She pauses, takes a deep breath as she tries to decide what else to add. "I almost helped destroy the world once just by existing. And I've helped to save it a lot after that. So that makes up for the almost destroying it. Right?"

Natalie jots down notes as Dawn speaks, nodding as the girl runs down her short list. When she gets to the meaty part, the pen stops and Natalie glances (as much as she'd like to just stop and stare) at Dawn. The comment about world destruction and saving won't be ignored, it's simply saved for later.

"Okay, great. You say you're quick with languages, and have some experience with magic and weapons. If you could specify which languages and weapons? I might be able to find you something here that will suit you." Sure, Natalie needed a new assistant but if Dawn was capable of more, she didn't want to waste the girl.

"Oh uhm -- details. Yeah I can speak English, Spanish, Latin and a little bit of Sumerian and Turkish. But those last two if given a little bit of time I can figure most anything out. I'm good at research and a lot of those older books are in crazy languages." Dawn rambled, wondering if she was just rambling or if any of that was helpful. She kind of felt like professional was going out of the window. But maybe that was just her nerves talking.

"And as far as weapons, I'm good with a sword and stakes. I've used a crossbow only a handful of times and had pretty decent aim, not like bulls-eye aim but close." She paused, considering that for a moment. "I'm not a mega witch or anything so spells with any real power are kind of out of my league but the easy ones I can usually help with."

After jotting a few more notes into Dawn's file, Natalie stood from her chair and moved from behind it again.

"Follow me." The request was pleasant, but crisp: there's no room for questioning, here. Fortunately, if Dawn followed she'd only be moving back through the door, past the assistant's desk and down a small hallway to a door. Behind the door, when Natalie beckoned her inside, was a medium-sized room; training equipment lining the walls, mats lining the floor. Her next request came in Latin: "Show me."

The gesture Natalie made toward the wall revealed several different types of swords and other weapons and she began to remove her shoes as she waited for Dawn to choose something.

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Dawn hastily gathered up her bag in her arms and followed Natalie down the hallway. When she walked into the room with walls adorned in weapons though, she paused to look them over. Then when the latin 'show me' came, she eyed Natalie for a moment to see if she was serious. Finally deciding she was, she dropped her bag by the door and moved to the wall to inspect the weapons. She picked a sword that looked much like one she'd often used back at home. She twisted the hilt in her hand, feeling the weight of it. Much of what Dawn knew of fighting came from watching Buffy for years. But the older she got, the more she had been trained and able to put all of that mimicking of her sister into action.

She turned to look at Natalie. "Is there a dummy to practice on?" Cause at this point she was not thinking she would actually be sparring with natalie herself.

The corner of Natalie's mouth quirked up, just a little, as she toed off her pumps. Dawn's grasp on the sword was practiced, but she'd picked a sword Natalie would have chosen very last to fight with. Still, she was interested in what this little rambling girl without any job experience was capable of.

Additionally, this would be entertaining at the very least. Dawn was not boring, as average as she came off.

"I promise I won't hurt you." That quirk turned into a whole smile while she raised an eyebrow and took a step toward Dawn, awaiting her opening.

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Those words sounded like something her sister would say to her in a sparring session. Dawn left her heels on because, well she was used to fighting in heels. And in response to those words and that grin, she squared her shoulders and tensed her jaw a bit. She began with a jab forward just to see how reflexive Natalie was. Buffy had taught her to learn her opponents, and usually those opponents already had their weapons on them. Natalie wasn't a vamp though, she thought, so what was her weapon? Confidence? Dawn could pretend to be confident too.

Natalie's smile wiped away at Dawn's first jab, and she moved smoothly with it, as if she might have expected it. Shunting to the side, just a single foot movement, she literally danced away from it.

Continuing to move to Dawn's left, Natalie nodded in order to signal that it was okay to continue. She knew that if Dawn was suddenly very good she would be able to request her to stop. But so far as she could tell, Dawn was human and a novice, and she wasn't worried.

"You've very good balance."

"Thanks. It's a Summers thing. Sensible shoes are for quitters, I always say. Or -- I said it just now anyway." Which got a silly grin out of her that faded as she focused again. Natalie had good reflexes. Dawn kept her back to the wall and her eyes on the other, circling around to keep that eye contact. After a few more steps, she faked a swing from the left and then whirled around to go right instead, attempting to get the edge of the blade at Natalie's side.

Dawn got only a smirk in return, as Natalie moved to mirror the girl's position. Rather than moving away, she moved inward, stepping close to Dawn while risking getting a glance of steel off of her arm. It just missed, and Natalie twisted to get a hand over Dawn's on the hilt. Applying pressure, but not enough to hurt, she forced them both toward the wall.

"When can you start?"

That hand grabbing the hilt with her caught her off guard and she was easily pushed back to the wall. Looking wide-eyed up at Natalie, those words were the last ones she expected to come out of her mouth. Hadn't she just failed this part of the interview? "Uh... yeah. Tomorrow. I can start tomorrow."

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