@PandaHatThere is a nod with each response as well as a dance of fingertips. Across a holographic display his fingers work, plugging in the answers and taking notes on other aspects of the responses. "I see, relentless. So you suffer from tunnel vision and have a hard time weighing out risks and rewards." The comment is made offhandedly as he types away, a murmur more for himself than Kenshin. However, he does pause at the second answer, long enough to look up from the display. His expression is quizzical, some idea churning through his head that he doesn't know exactly how to articulate. "Will abandon team members?" He tastes the words before typing them out.
"How does cast magic and punch good, relate to perseverance? Or are you listing three separate qualities?" His fingers dash about as he types out: Either can't follow directions, or has disorganized thoughts, not sure. This is quickly followed up with: Might think loitering and cold call sells-men are evil. Definitely thinks people who walk on the wrong side of the street are evil. He looks up again and blinks several times at her latest response. Apparently hung up on an ex. The note is quickly made under the section titled, Worst Thing Ever. One final note is added beneath the last, has experience killing tyrants.
"Well, that's all very interesting." He finally speaks up enough to be fully audible. It is however followed by another moment of silence as he contemplates everything she’s said. “Well then, what do you suppose you would do, if the current leader of Weland were to be exposed as a corrupt and evil person, who leverages their position for personal gain, at the expense of those that live not only within the city but in other cities as well?” He asks the question with a smile, one soft and sincere. Of course, such personal dilemmas were never smiling matters.
Robyn's charm and playful responses are met with a stoic gaze. Clearly he's just another shark, circling about, looking for his meal. Sharks, in the same fashion as any predator, serve a purpose. The real question was, could Robyn's personal interests be leveraged to benefit the organization? Sometimes the interview wasn't so much about assessing the qualities of the person, as they were about determining if the relationship between person and organization would be symbiotic or parasitic.
There were three points of interest in his responses, which tell a great deal about him. The first of course is the assertion that his weakness is a strength. While there is probable a level of truth to this, it is tactic common with people that feel the need to sell themselves. The second, is that he assumes that the relationship with his teammate is that of one of leader and subordinate, rather than equals. This, when coupled, with the overconfidence in his gambling skills strongly hints at him having narcissistic personality disorder. Of course, even a narcissist can be beneficial.
"And, if you were the most incompetent person on your team, what would you do?"
Ashton smiles at her response, although the sullen look in his eyes suggests that he isn't happy. In fact, for a brief moment, he looks completely defeated. There is an unspoken understanding within the organization, that sometimes good and innocent people have to die. Sometimes, for whatever reason, these people end up on the wrong side and there is no choice but to end their lives. The truth, more often than not, was much like the scenario he had just described to her. While most people demonized the enemy, while most people painted them all with the broad brush of evil... Ashton knew better. The unfortunate truth is that more often than not, they are just soldiers doing their job. They aren't bad people, evil people, or even mean people. They are men and women with families, fighting to take care of them and to provide for them.
"The greater good, indeed. Do try to keep that in mind. Laws and virtue will never be on our side. The path we walk while only been justified decades from now, so long as the end result supports it. In this line of work, if your conviction fails you for even a moment, you will die." He walks past the interviewer and drops a hand on Lyr's shoulder. "Try not to poke anyone's eye out with that." His eyes glance to the weaponized drumstick. As the comment is made he walks off, crossing the threshold from the backroom to the bar.
The interviewer's head shakes in disagreement as she responds to the redhead's statement. "No, I do not make mistakes. I create opportunities and manufacture possibilities. Mistakes are a failure to recognize that there are infinite number of advantageous outcomes that can be gained from any situation. So I do encourage you to not make mistakes." As she speaks, her hand jots down the last note about Akni. Dissonance between incompetent teammate remarks and final question. May not have strong convictions. Alternatively, may be more compassionate than initial assessment, could be an indicator that compassion is seen as a weakness. Supports notion that she is overcompensating.
Setting down pen down on the notepad, she crosses her hands once more. "Thank you for taking the time to answer my questions. Please feel free to partake of food and beverages as we wait for the interviews to wrap up."
"You're very smart for someone so young. Hmm, no maybe not smart. Insightful? Yes, I like that better." Contrary to what Hawke might believe, there is no correct answer. No, there are only the answers that people can live with and the answers that they can't. In Hawke's case, his answer gives a lot. More than just his self importance, which is remarkably high. "You're a big picture person." A series of clicks punctuate the statement, as her fingertips rapidly tap at the table. His answers are sufficient, good even, but the ultimately create more questions. How does someone so young develop such a high level view of the world?
"Well then, the interview is complete." There are limitations to what can be gained from words alone. And while the cognitive dissonance created by Hawke's assumed age versus his displayed mental age leaves her feeling uncomfortable, there is nothing more to be gained from words. "Please enjoy the available amenities as we set up for the brief."
In a single motion her notes and writing utensils are collected and filed away in a brief case by her side. Shouldering it, as she stands, she makes her way to the handler, small worry lines creeping along her visage with every step.
Shifting from his seat at the table, he drags the massive map of Last Chance along the ground before finally positioning it on the wall. Several sticky notes mark locations of interest, a few buildings are circled, and a bridge is X'ed out. Satisfied with the display, he begins to pin up pieces of paper next to the map. Some of them are brief dossiers, some technical specifications, and others are fact sheets with historical and speculative information.
A few minutes pass and he returns to the table. The interview comes to stand next to him. From her briefcase she produces a smaller case, which she places on the table. Opening it reveals a few dozen small coin sized silver tokens. The coins, which are much lighter than one might expect, have scale arms hanging from the hilt of a sword etched into their face on one side, and a shield with an eye on the other.
"For those that are still interested, please take a token." It is the handler that speaks to the group. "In doing so, you accept two things. The first is that you are ready to continue to the next stage, and the second:" The interviewer finishes his sentence, "That you are willing to work outside the limits of the law, and in doing so, you are willing to accept the repercussions."
A few minutes are given so that people can make their decision. Once those that have opted out, have left, the interviewer speaks up again. "In our line of work we sometimes work alone, and other times in groups. Today you have a choice. You may divide up how you wish, with whomever you wish."
Walking from the table, the handler approaches a map. "A known gang leader, with ties to a large corporation resides in a building 12 miles from here. We'd like to know exactly what he knows and the full extent of his relationship with the corporation. The building in question is an abandoned warehouse near the docks. We are pretty sure this is their base of operation, so it frequented by all levels of thugs and generally occupied by fifty or so people at any given time."
He takes a step to the other side of the map and points to a location that is 15 miles away from their current location and 25 miles from the docks. "This is a lift bridge, rumor has it that a small convoy of 'supplies', bound for the docks, will be crossing it today. We believe that the contents are a new line of designer drugs that are to be exported. It'd be pretty swell if they never made it."
Next he walks to the middle of the map and points to the top of it. The location is about 34 miles North of their current location. "There are some interesting rumors about the involvement of Argus with criminal elements. Getting into their database to access financial information as well as personnel files would help use validate those rumors. Of course, this is a highly protected building with some extremely advanced security systems."
Crouching down, he taps his finger at the most Southern tip of the map, about five miles from their current location. "And finally, Grigori Langiller, wanted murderer, sex offender, and arsonist. I'm sure it would really improve someone's day if he went missing."