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[amonfire]

Characters: Amon, Various, and OPEN
Date: April 22nd
Location: WA-3A: Amon's apartment & Free clinic in the Earth Sector
Situation: Amon takes an apprentice, and hears a rumour about Charter magic spreading.
Warnings/Rating: Apprehensive no

Earth Sector:

[ Amon suspected his cheekbone had nearly been broken during arrest; he hadn't been able to wear his mask since without dull yet constant pain. It made interacting with others in person...a task, to say the least. ]

A Marius Pontmercy, and a gentlemen who answers to Javert; I don't want the letters sent close to each other.

[ Amon slipped a few extra juulan in the kedan woman's hand to compensate for the eccentric request tagged onto the end. Kedan displayed a willingness to work with Amon once he immersed himself in the poorest district of the Earth sector at the clinic, and knew when and where his juulan would serve his interests.

Neither of the two missives were personal or even very interesting; he never did enjoy writing letters. To Marius he wrote a simple thank you letter for his actions on the stockade that then bluntly shifted to comment on his difficulties in finding employment, and his readiness to return a favour. The letter to Javert was far more terse to the point of almost being inimical. There were oblique hopes that their last...encounter didn't sour any impressions and well-wishes that the last few days treated him kindly. With little preamble it broke into a strong wish to see him after hearing about 'a girl with bells throwing water at people.'

Missives sent and Amon disappeared back into his clinic, alone. The wind chime the hung outside on the sandstone window frames was quiet in the still and stifling afternoon air. Amon took it as a sign he should close the doors and trap whatever cool breeze was left before going back to his desk. They were low on antibiotics and fresh frozen plasma. They were low on a lot of things. The only thing he wished to be short of was visitors. ]


Water Sector: Closed to Sabriel


[ That night he left for his apartment when he stopped and disappeared into the wrong alley way. Armed with a hunch that had put through the rumour mill one too many times, he ended up at the front door to Sabriel's suite. He knocked only once. ]

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[saisamour]

[ The letter could not have come at a better time. Although Marius had succesfully purchased the ring for Cosette, the trade-off had been lack of sufficient funds for food and other daily living expenses. He had been alarmingly close to selling his bedframe and mattress, in fact.

So without a second thought he headed over to the Earth Sector, pausing for a moment when he arrived at the foot of the road that diverged to Cosette's dwelling. He wanted nothing more than to go to where she was, but he knew he needed to secure a source of income if he were to even have a wedding. And yet, the road looked so inviting...

And so what had meant to be a quick visit to Cosette ended up taking hours, and soon Marius was making haste to the clinic before the hour of the night turned inconvenient. When he reached the location, he gave the door a couple of knocks and waited as he tried to level his breathing. ]

[amonfire]

It's open!

[ He called, not yelled, from his office. There was never a time he had raised his voice in frustration; he only spoke up when he needed to be heard. Not when he was threatened with getting lost in his own temper.

Still reeling from his time spent in incarceration, Amon was slow to so much as get out his chair. Bruised ribs were still healing as well as a battered ego. It took a sizeable effort not to bite off the head of whomever came knocking. He quelled his temper when he remembered he made arrangements for visitors today.

Clenching his teeth, he pulled himself away from his office desk and walked slowly out to the main room of the clinic. ]

[saisamour]

[ He stepped in and, once inside, took off his worn-down coat and slung it over his arm. His eyes scanned the interior of the room before they settled on Amon. ]

Monsiuer Amon, I have received your letter. [ No, that was too obvious a statement, wasn't it? And so he decided to add, ] I have come to speak with you regarding employment.

[amonfire]

[ There was brief consideration of correcting Marius referring to him as he had, but time spent with Javert taught him such things were a simple courtesy ingrained in their culture. Not something he had any business arguing.

The clinic as a whole was very small but with enough space to host two rooms aside from the front entrance, a store room that could more accurately be called a hole in the wall, and Amon's similarly cramped office. Still it was immaculately clean and well cared for- in want for nothing that would adversely affect his duties. ]

Yes, I apologise for the suddenness of it. Given everything you've done for us at the stockades it was discourteous of me not to come to you in person.

[ Amon gestured to a coat rack set beside the door and a set of chair lining the entrance that made for its waiting room. ]

Right to the point, I'm looking for an assistant with a knack for the dominant languages among the foreigners. Someone with a good head on his shoulders that I can trust them with managing supplies and dealing with all this legal jargon when it comes to keeping the place running.

Your actions as of late speak well of you; you appear to be a bright and adaptable young man. A well paid position here is the best I can offer in gratitude.

[saisamour]

[ Marius, being unused to praise, felt his ears burn at Amon's words. ]

I did what any other decent man would have done.

[ He spoke as he hanged his coat on the rack to distract him from the uneasiness and general awkwardness that he was presently feeling. When that was dealt with, he turned back to Amon and gave him a short nod. Well, his skills certainly was a good fit for the job, and he had to admit that the well paid aspect of it was more than he could have hoped for. ]

I can speak and write in English, German, and French, and have experience working as a translator. I have also been a student of the law. If that is acceptable, then I would gladly accept the position.

[amonfire]

Decent men are few and far between; we were fortunate to have you among us.

[ Amon smiled- awkwardly with only one side of his mouth twitching upward in a poor attempt at gratitude without pretense. ]

You will take my office for the time being until I can make arrangements with Wayne Enterprises for a much needed expansion. I don't expect you to take any medical duties so I'll have you start slow. You'll begin as my clerk and then we can see if you're comfortable taking on tasks such as requisitions orders and keeping track of rare legal disputes.

Those really only arise if we have one of our neighborhood caped vigilantes leave injured criminals on my doorstep. Unpleasant, but it happens.

[ Pulling up a chair after standing on aching legs for too long, Amon slowly sits down with hitched breathing. ]

It's only fair I tell you now that this is not the safest district in the Earth sector. Crime even among the kedan is abnormally high and the gangs are active here.

[saisamour]

[He was silent as he listened in attention to Amon, nodding occasionally. It seemed like a fair arrangement, and he was not unfamiliar with living in unsafe neighborhoods and walking along dangerous streets.

There was an issue that bewildered him, however.]

"Neighborhood caped vigilantes"...?

[I'm sorry, Amon, but he has yet to be acquainted with that part of the foreigner population! (Not that he had been making much of an effort to acquaint himself with many aspects of the Turtle, however, not since Cosette arrived.)]

[amonfire]

Chances are I will not have you working late hours, and you will most likely not have an encounter. A woman usually, though on occasion I've caught brief glances of them working in pairs. Nothing to say of them beyond their proclivity for stalking the streets at night and picking off any would-be ne'er-do-wells. Robbers, rapists, or the occasional gang affiliate; I am tasked with their tending to their victims or the culprits themselves.

[ He and batfam need to share words about the protocol for dropping people at his doorstep. ]

Unless it is dire emergency, and only if I'm convinced you've picked up some techniques with my guidance, you will not take it upon yourself to handle any patients. Are we clear?

[saisamour]

[Just. Blinks.]

I... [Well, he certainly is glad to hear that he is not required to work late hours, because then he would have more time to spend with Cosette. Still, hearing about the patients does give him concern.

There is a slight pause in which he makes an attempt to overcome his timidity, and then he says,]

Are you certain you will not need assistance in the treatment of them? It appears to be strenuous, for you to do such a task alone.

[Marius do you even know how to help treat patients.]