“Resurrecting the dead wasn’t easy, but it taught me a lot about working collaboratively within a team, and maintaining the proper procedures associated with it.” Seven said, gesticulating with his hands, miming a flourish.
There was a glimmer of something metal on one of his wrists – was that brass? A bracelet? Those look like runes. Those were definitely rune carvings. Simon reclined into his office chair, furrowing his pepper-white eyebrows together.
“I mean, it’s one thing to speak some Latin and wave your hands, but it’s another thing when you have to coordinate waking times with the refurbishers, yikes!” Seven continued.
Aren’t those bracelets mandatory accessories for pro necros? Humph. He’s certainly not the kind of caster that should be applying to work in an entry-level position.
Simon scribbled down on the interview sheet. Seven has a habit of talking too much. Perhaps inferiority complex? Casual use of language is horrendous. He had no qualms when he underlined the last word with his black ink fountain pen.
“Not to mention working with the cleaners who have to mop up all those gastrointestinal reflexes that come rushing back when we resurrect them-”
Is he seriously talking about anatomical projectiles? Great. Seven’s lax with protocol. Shoddy at keeping confidentiality. And when is Seven going to stop yakking?