ORIENTATION ♔ and climb high to the highest rung

[everyredcent]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Christos, Soo-Jin, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Christos meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Breakfast Nook
WHEN || Not very long after the squiring party in December
HOW || Actionspam

[ Christos leaves a note on Soo-Jin's door in the morning, to meet him in the breakfast room, because he's a creature of bad habits, and also he likes people coming to him, lbr. it's easy enough to find, a little nook in the dining hall, where he's the only situated at this hour. ]

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[windsical]

[Soo-Jin is not a morning person. She’s an early morning person. Up since the butt crack of dawn, this nosy sylph has been poking about the castle grounds, attempting to familiarizing herself with the area and find any hidden aka fun stuff. Meanwhile, Edgar, the raven who is her friend/confidant/chaperone/definitely not-a-familiar, has been doing the same from the air, albeit in a more logical, less intrusive way.

After getting bored, she heads back to her room to pick up a bag of chips--or “crisps” as they say round these parts--which she’d stashed there earlier for snacking emergencies.

That’s when she sees the note.

CrapcrapcrapcrapCRAP! How long has that been there? Is she late? Ack!

Thank the gods Soo-Jin’s wandering spirit had already prompted her to scope out a large swath of the castle. Finding the breakfast room in a hurry is no problemo, so she beats feet all the way there, Edgar streaking behind her.

A whoosh of wind accompanies her as she blasts through the doorway before skidding to a halt. With a quick motion, she smooths her clothes and then puts on her game face. A slight case of sylph nerves is stirring up the air, but it’s not too noticeable at the moment.

There’s nobody else here right now, which makes locating her mentor that much easier. Without further ado, she approaches the nook and introduces herself.]

“Hi! I’m Soo-Jin. You must be Sir La Krail.”

[Got a 17/21 on her wisdom check/will save (wasn’t sure), which is freaking amazing for her. Otherwise, she might have yo-Christos-wassuped him. Bless those (online) dice.]

[everyredcent]

[ he looks up with an eerie sort of slowness to toss her a completely dismissive, judgmental glance, before returning to his newspaper as if she's not worth a second look. ]

You're late.

[windsical]

(((OOC: Apologies for making Christos wait. :P)))

Really? Are you sure? [~unsure~] Maybe you're early. [~helpful~] Anything's possible.

[Smiling, she sliiiides into the seat directly opposite, clasps her hands together on the table in front of her and staaaares at him through his newspaper.]

[everyredcent]

The many clocks in this building don't leave much room for error.

[windsical]

Riiiight. [Not gonna argue. Pretty sure he's wrong. Still, not gonna argue.]

So... [She presses her lips together for a moment and then opens her mouth, making a popping noise.] You, uh, gonna start orienting me now?

[everyredcent]

[ he pulls the paper taut and folds it, setting it down ] You've entered this organization as a squire, which implies that your current position here is tenuous. It is your responsibility to prove to me that you are capable of the demands missions place on the Knights who work here, and that your skills will be of use. If you come to us without any such skills, you'll have to work twice as hard to hone some.

[windsical]

Tenuous. [She draws the word out, testing its flavor. It leaves a terrible aftertaste in her mouth.]

You're gonna be judging me? [Good thing he obviously thinks so much of her already. /sarcasm. She's not that oblivous (sense motive 16). To be fair, he doesn't think much of most people.]

I got skillz. You'll see. I'll make you proud. [Yep. She's keeping hope alive.]

[everyredcent]

And what manner of skills are those?

[windsical]

[Soo-Jin knows she doesn't have a good reading on this one. (wis 15) But she's getting definite Wu vibes from him. So, she'll ease up on her slang, instead use her "good language skills" (as her old mentor would say). Well, for the most part.]

Spy skills. And thief skills. But mostly spying. I know how to slip into places unnoticed and stay hidden. I can also get into spaces most others can't. And I've had a lot of experience with procuring items and information, even things that were well hidden from prying eyes.

[everyredcent]

And where did you acquire this experience in the first place?

[windsical]

[Was that tone judge-y? Is he judging her right now? (unsure)]

On the job. [Her next words come out a little rushed.] It was legit. [Sorta. If you squint. And use the term "legitimate" loosely.]

I’ve been freelancing since I arrived ten years ago. I don’t remember before that. [She taps one finger against her temple.] Veil-nesia. [a beat.]

[everyredcent]

[ hard to say. HE ALWAYS SOUNDS JUDGY. ] I take it, then, that the Veil took all of your memories?