Interview with a Heron (Jag's){Closed}

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Sabe would be sitting at his desk in the court of Clubs, leafing through paper work that was delivered what seemed like every ten min, and yet... he couldn't even finish what he already had. So as far as what he had was a mountain of paper on his desk and if it wasn't for his long neck he wouldn't be able to see over it all.

He looked at some of the papers that he had gotten early in the morning from the the first batch. He would rub his temples and sign his name to it and place it off in another pile that was dramatically dwarfed by what needed to be done. His eyes were already starting to hurt from looking at all the small numbers that were either typed or hand written on the paper. He had his own few sheets of paper where he was adding and subtracting all the expenses that the court of clubs had made in the past month.

He wouldn't have guessed that this was going to be his job here as the lowest queen in the court, with no attending kings or jacks. It was near maddening, being the lowest on the totem pole. Though he was content. He didn't want the number one position, not at all. Not if it meant that he would have to fight to the death.

He would give a sigh as he stood up and cracked he back by leaning back and placing his hands on his lower back and giving a forward push. After that was done did he grab his walking stick and start out the door. He had been in there for over seven hours without a break, or so the clock said, but he belived that it had to be wrong, going slow and all. He might have to get the maintenance man to look at it later.

He moved out of his office and went down to the busy halls in search of the receptionist before he would stop out, just in the case that he is needed, then someone would know where he was. He was signing out at the time before looking around the room, his eyes looking over all. He saw most of the people and wondered if he was scheduled to take anyone at the moment.

So he asked for the list and received it looking it over for the few people that he had to have a talking to, to see if they would fit any billet that they needed here. . . which meant more paper work and more expenses.

Darrien, an eight of clubs... he looked up at the room and see if their was anyone that looked like a Darrien...

"Is their a Darrien here?" he asked in a moderate tone but loud enough to cut through all the clatter of the noise that was here.

[Jaguara Katial]

He was nervous as he sat in one of the nice but small chairs in a long hall filled with other applicants. Many looked like they should be in the courts unlike him. He was just a nobody who was unable to hold on to his family, which caused him to loose the only job he had ever known. After three months of no jobs, he had deicide to head home to try to reconcile with his father to no avail. From there Darrien headed out to as many realms as he could and worked as a temp for hire. Eventually he grew tired of the constant jumping about with employers and he headed to the court of clubs after hearing news that the new queen was looking for an assistant to help with the record and bookkeeping. Finally, he would be able to keep his promise to his dear sweet Mnem. He missed her with a passion and longed to see her hoping that he had not forgotten him. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a tall bipedal heron called out his name.

“Yes, I’m Darrien.” He replied, as the queen would see a very slender but nicely dressed selkie canine walk towards him with a few books in hand.

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Sabe waited a moment before starting to turn when he heard a voice above the crowded halls for the potential candidates for the position to be filled. He would turn back and measure the man that had stood up stating that he was Darrien. He would give a slight smile at the small feathers on his back not to mention that they biped had worn some rather nice clothing for the interview. Now he was slightly impressed and felt a bit under dressed himself. Though that didn't really mater in the first place, he was after all a bird and clothing just rubbed his feathers in the wrong way.

He would approach the book carrying man and look at him before cracking into a wide grin. His eyes would just seem to sparkle a bit before he would extend his hand to see how the man would react.

"Hello there Darrien. If you would follow me I will take you to my chambers." he said as he would move away after the shake or not the shake, either or he would continue back to his chambers.