WHERE: Khymeia Academy, Dean of Students' Office
WHEN: 1943 MAR 17th; early evening
WHO: Jericho and Horace Grimwald, Dean of Students
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[16:10] Jericho had been given a perfectly standard letter on Khymeia letterhead relaying the date and time and location of the interview. It was to be with Horace Grimwald, Dean of Students, at the Dean's office on campus. A written resume was required and he was prompted to be prepared to discuss his prior experience and interest with the school - standard job things. Of course, had Jericho not been a supernatural or magically-inclined, the trip up to the Academy would have been a quick and banal affair; indeed it would not have happened at all, and the brief hallucination of a perfectly normal interview at a perfectly normal institution would have left him feeling disgruntled and disappointed. He would not have gotten a callback, and would have been led to believe it'd been because he was not suited for the position.
As it was, the staff at the transit station could *tell* when the man approached, whether it was Sight or something else. Jericho was given clearance to take a transport and likely eagerly given directions by any student or existing staffer he came across until he found himself outside of the Dean of Students' office door, a placard reading Horace Grimwald and his title, and the sounds of a typewriter going off inside to the soft tones of a gramophone playing old jazz.
[16:18] Jericho had considered the application, had considered the time and place, and the interview that was to come with care. For several days before he had agreed to go forth to do this. The man has worked in many jobs in his lifetime, though many of them were craftsmen jobs. But not all. He had been an aid to those that had needed him, and had been a literal wish come true for many others. So he had written down what he could in, first Arabic, and than underneath that in legible and curvy English print before coming to the transport.
Each person that he speaks to is greeted politely with that slow smile his attention fully on them like they are the only thing that exists, making them feel seen and heard before he steps back and moves on, following instructions and likely leaving several individuals staring at his back in confused adoration. His ears are not preternaturally sharp in this form, but even he can hear the sounds when the door is approached, the jazz approved of in his small silent way before knuckles lift and firmly rap, waiting for approval to enter.
[16:24] The typing stops when Jericho knocks. There's no creak of eating but there are footsteps, slight ones as the Dean seems to pivot instead of actually walking around. The jazz does not stop, even when Grimwald calls out, "Enter!" in a chipper, semi-robotic tone. It sounds like it's coming from a speaker - which it is. The man is a human-shaped body, hard to determine if it's anatomically correct or an actual body. Nothing is visible beneath the collar of his shirt and the mechanism that connects the brain jar to the rest of him, any skin covered in cloves and clothing.
The brain itself is vividly colored, lit up with veins of Aether-powered wire that trail from the connection in the back of the jar and up over the brain itself. It's encased in some type of viscous fluid, a soft hum coming from the mantle that holds it above the body's shoulders. Horace Grimwald greets Jericho with a clipped, "Good evening. Are you here for your interview?" and a little bend at the waist.
[16:31] Jericho had not been expecting the being that greets him when he walks in the door. There is very little facial reaction to this shock however, merely a slight widening of the eyes before they go back to their normal state. Jericho is a tall man, not overtly muscular or hulking, but this body structure is definitely powerful in some aspects. He moves languidly, carefully, each step considered before he puts the foot down into it's place. The gaze that looks out at Horace is a swirl of vivid purple and pink, a galaxy held within a pupil.
"Good Evening to you as well Sayidi, I am indeed here for my interview. I am called Jericho Sayed and I am pleased that you have taken time to consider me for this position" The voice is a rumbly baritone, clear despite the faint accent that tinges it. His body language has shifted into a more receptive open stance. Hands loose at his sides, palms turned forward, gaze focused and alert, looking to where the brain in a jar's eyes would be, never looking horrified or ill at ease with this very unusual individual. Who is he to judge, he who had for millennium crafted bodies for himself out of stone and precious gems.
[16:40] Grimwald does not have a face to exhibit much in the way of expression and his body does little to compensate. He simply stands there, hands on his hips as he pivots around to track Jericho's movements while he enters the office. "Jericho Sayed," he repeats in exactly the inflection and pronunciation Jericho himself provided. There is a brief pause before he adds, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Jericho Sayed. I am - " He twitches slightly as if picking up that Jericho had called him something that wasn't his name. Rather than address that he simply goes on after the pause. " - Horace Grimwald, Dean of Students here at Khymeia Academy. Please, have a seat." His arm gestures stiffly to the chairs in front of his desk. Grimwald himself remains standing.
[16:50] Jericho is lucky in the way that few others are during interviews. He does not need to read people's faces, or even their body languages to understand their emotions. He just needs to be in tune with them, to be focused on them and allow the emotions to creep over to him. He can feel them pressing against his flesh, can hear their notes in the air, and taste the essence and flavor of them. Each a delightful banquet for him, and one that he's all too happy to encourage. "The pleasure is mine Sayidi Grimwald, my pardons if my titles are a bit obscure, it is a title of distinction in my home tongue" He explains as that long and lean body settles into the chair in front of the desk, tilting his head back a bit to keep the being in his sights, waiting patiently for the other to speak and start the interview off. There is no fidgeting, his body is not held stiffly, no sign of nerves that must be going through a man at this sight. Just a placid peaceful calm, something that spreads from him like he is a still lake in a violent land.
[16:57]: If Jericho attempts to read Grimwald in the way that he reads others, he gets a static field. There is no emotion despite the inflections in his voice, no feeling of a spirit or lingering essence of self - there is simply the body and the rigid way that it interacts with Jericho's speech. There is another pause as 'Sayidi' is mentioned and Grimwald crosses his arms as if pondering or processing the new terminology. "Sayidi, or... my lord," he states and nods. "Is a title required in address to you, Jericho? Is there a preference for address in terms of... surname or given name?" Grimwald lays his hands back on his hips as he awaits the answers, evidently not going to press on until a response is received.
[17:03] Jericho tilts his head in a fashion that many believe canine or birdlike, gently feeling the static field that is given off....and approving. It's a curiosity, something that he's rarely encountered and that piques his interest. The tilt of his lips become a bit closer to a true smile, something that finally develops into reality as the translation is given "My Lord is the most formal usage of Sayidi, yes. Though I have been given to explain it to others as Sir or Miss, makes it a bit easier on those that hear it with no context" His hands settle on his knee and he leans just the slightest bit forward, indicating interest, attentiveness and the willingness to be open and receptive to the questions and the answers given to him "No Sayidi, Jericho is just fine. I require no formalities for myself. One may call me what they wish, I've lived long enough that names no longer hold the meaning they do to others. I am called Jericho Sayed, the Goldsmith of Jericho"
[17:11] Grimwald nods as Jericho responds. "Jericho," he repeats as if confirming the choice to himself. There's a tilt of that brain jar as Grimwald appears to look Jericho over in some form of appraisal. "You are here to discuss the position of counselor for the students of Khymeia. It is an important office, and works with all levels of our faculty to support the social, emotional, and academic well-being of our students. As counselor, you will collaborate with academy staff to help students succeed - which can include guidance in social band emotional challenges as well as liaising with other agencies and organizations outside of the school that may have a hand in our students' care. An example of these may be Eumenides for those with a mental health background, the constabulary for those that may have a criminal background, et cetera, et cetera. The position also involves course planning and assisting students who may need guidance properly managing their rigorous study time." There's no breath after he speaks, having obviously given a very dryly recited job description. He simply pauses and gestures with his hand. "Have you brought your resume?"
[17:23] Jericho waits out the explanation of the job description. This is part of the interview process, one he's sat through for longer than many others. There is still that forthright attention, that slight gentling of his expression when emotional challenges are brought up. He's had his hand full with emotional challenges and carefully giving affection and care that would be acceptable at his current home. Murke and Julius making that almost difficult. Almost being the key word.
When the pause is made and the gesture given, Jericho leans forward just a bit to place the resume in his hand "I will speak to you in all honesty Sayidi Grimwald. I have not been a human mortal for over 1500 years. My talents lie with the emotional constructs of other beings, not including myself. I myself have a curse laid upon me from my original change that dampens the emotional output that I give, but does not hinder my ability to aid others through emotional challenges. I am also not originally from this aspect of reality, so my job descriptions and positions might seem unfamiliar for you. I do apologize for this confusion, if any is had"
[17:35] The Dean utters a quick and pleasant, "Thank you!" as he is handed the resume. It's held at a tilted angle in front of his face - a legible distance, if he had eyes. While he does stay quiet as Jericho explains any oddity in his job descriptions he does not seem to mind or pay particular attention to the specifics. "I see you have been in the field of emotional management for quite some time then!" he chirps up as if none of what the man has said causes and concern - which it doesn't. It's hard, it seems, to cause the Dean any strong level of emotional response. "How familiar are you with the magical schools of Hermeticism, Elementalism and Witchcraft? With Faith-based and Psychic magics, as well as Necromancy? Technomancy?" Each time there is a minute pause, but not enough of one to suggest he expects a response in between.
[18:10] Jericho waits for the Dean to look over his resume, and gives a soft chuckle "Yes. Yes I have been in that field a very very long time" He states after a moment or two of mirth and enjoyment in the comment, relaxing against the chair as he leans back. Still open and receptive but it's more of a loose type, than an actively focused type. When the Dean starts to inquire about his familiarity with each of the types of magical schools, he would wait until the end before giving his response
"I have little talent or understanding of much Elementalism, though I am very talented in the understanding, shaping and working with stone, precious gems and minerals. Necromancy is not in my wheelhouse, nor will it likely ever be. I was.. hmn.. not alive for too long to wish that on others. I can not admit to knowing witchcraft and how it is used in this spans of reality, nor hermeticism. Technomancy....The technology of this world is both a kin and not at all to my own, so that magic is a bafflement" He pauses, playing over the last two.. before sighing softly "I hold Faith. I hold faith that Allah will allow me home someday, when my purpose is done. I have seen the works of those that hold the power of their faith to them, and can aid in shaping and directing those that tie in with my knowledge. As for Psychic, If I had not felt I'd be better suited as a counselor, with my experience with emotional needs and connections, I would have applied as a teacher of that. My skill there has something that has been honed....Dreams and the worlds of dreams are my specialty... I create worlds that suit those that they are for, to balance and aid in their emotional growth and healing"
[18:25] The Dean takes in the given information with a nod of his brain jar head. "Technomancy is a new field for all of us but a useful one! As counselor you will not be expected to assist students with their projects, just in how they manage them, and in keeping schedules and behavior patterns that will allow them to meet their various assignment deadlines," Grimwald explains. He waits patiently as Jericho explains his ability with dreams... with creations of worlds but he offers the man no questions about thes skill. Grimwald simply claps his hands together and chirps up at, "Splendid, splendid! Well it would be my pleasure to offer you, Jericho Sayed, the position of School Counselor for Khymeia Academy, starting next week. I can have a letter crafted with your official offer, as well as the details of salary, hours, and expectations. Are you in need of lodgings?"
[18:29] Jericho gives him another true smile as he is hired, and than stands, giving a fluid bow to the Dean "Thank you Sayidi, I am grateful and pleased to have the opportunity to assist with the students nd do my best to be an asset to the the Academy. As for Lodging, no I am set for that. Again thank you" There is one more fluid bow and than he's slipping out the door and back towards home.