Real life kicked my ass for a bit, am returned.>>5808342The “events” for the first day was a token welcoming party, filled with on boarding presentations and talking. Much of it was nigh-corporate blabber, so you've done your best to ignore most of it while keeping an ear open for things that mattered – where you're staying, curfew, brown-out hours, and so on. When much of the strings of obligatory babying bound you no more, you resolved that you had someone important to meet. He was easy to find, because he's been doing a lot of standing around being talked at. It's reassuring, knowing you are not the only one here because you have to be.
Lalli Kiikoinen was quite the specimen, if you do say so yourself. Tall and grim, clean shaven, well groomed. The other L3 agents you have seen take care of themselves, sure, but it seems Lalli seems to make it a hobby of his. From the title “Trollslayer,” you expected more of an untamed wild nature to him in person, but no. He looks just like photo. Hell, he looks like he should be in the office, or even running the place. What's a man like him doing, taking an axe into dark corridors, chopping up things trying to kill him?
“You must be Lalli?” You greet in a joyful fashion.
“Jarnafeldt." His accent is thick, and while his voice has a quality of strength, it seems rather... broken? You're not sure if that's his command over English failing him or if Finnish people just sound like that. “You may call me sir, or Kiikoinen, on the clock.”
“A-ah yes, sir. I've questions about... a lot of things.”
His face changed not at all. It remained unflinching in the slightest of frowns. “Go ahead.”
“My father fought some beasts in his line of work. He even said he took down a giant! You've worked here for quite some time, and I want to know what I'm getting into, so... What's the most scariest thing you've faced down in the stormdrains?”
Without missing a single beat or making so much as an errant twitch in his expression, Kiikoinen took a sip of the cordial in his hand and instantly responded in the same deadpan tone as before: “Women.”
… You have several questions.
