Introductions of a lazy and aloof recruit

“Alright Stenson, you can pull that stick outta yer ass."

It was, perhaps, the most unprofessional way of speaking to a recruitment officer of the Rune Knights known to man. Dela had been at least semi-laid back in her words to the angry man and Gisen had chastised him practically into the color of a tomato. That had been amusing enough but then the annoyed, almost bored voice that came from behind was nearly enough to make the officer explode. How dare they speak to him like this; he was merely trying to abide by the rulings and standards set down in their charter! He spun on his heels, his mind far too gone into anger to actually recognize the voice that had spoken to him before it was too late.

He turned in time to see Mythal, standing before him with a look of derision as poignant as the man's face was shocked. He wasn't an overly tall man by normal Fiore standards -- his height ending a solid six foot, two inches. His hair was about as mussed as Tam's but in a way that actually gave it a form and shape. The shadow of a beard clung to his jawline, which was about as sharp as the crimson glare he was giving to the recruitment officer. Much like the other two, he was not wearing any kind of Rune Knight official attire -- in fact, he looked about as civilian as Gisen did. A white and gray button down shirt, with a black and open collar, regular black pants and black shoes, the only thing that screamed extravagant about the man was the red cloak that draped over his back in near tatters.

All the anger in the officer seemed to spill out like air from a leaky tire. "G-G-General Ragnos..." He muttered, searching for his confidence. "My apologies. I was just remanding this recruit for his lack of decor and proper uniform..." He gestured to Tamlin, his reasons sound and reasonable considering the demeanor and presentation of the man.

But Mythal didn't care about that. “Dunno if ya noticed, Sten, but there are a few o' us that don't exactly stick to the code," he said, waving an idle hand at himself. But he sighed and shook his head. “It's fine. Just... get back to the other recruits. I'll take care of this one," he said, putting his hand forward, silently asking for the paperwork that had been handed him.

The officer nodded and put the paperwork in the open hand immediately. "Of course, sir. Once again, my apol-"

“It's fine. Just get goin,'" the Darkness King waved him away, his tone less sharp than it had been. Stenson nodded, turning to look at Tamlin quickly, his eyes glazing over Dela and Gisen briefly before he left.

“Swoopin' in to help the newbie; surprised you'd be willin' to put in all that effort," Mythal said casually as he glanced at Dela, quick to tease her about her general lack of interest in doing... well, pretty much anything. The quick smirk that followed the comment was enough of a signal to show he found it more humorous than annoying. If anything, he could respect someone who knew who they were and wasn't afraid to  be upfront about it. He turned his gaze to Gisen. “Gisen, aren't you off duty?" He asked, honestly curious. He was pretty sure he had seen that on the registry this morning but frankly, he couldn't be bothered to memorize the damn thing. Serilda was far better with things like that than he was.

“So..." he finally said, glancing at the papers in his hand and then down at the new recruit. “Artorias R. Tamlin," he repeated the name of the man before him. He'd been standing over on the far wall, minding his own business, when he'd overheard Stenson's angry outburst. Normally he didn't clue himself into such things beyond listening for a few seconds but he had been rather... surprised at the gonads on the recruit to lie to the recruitment officer. If only he knew that Stenson was a far of making anyone he considered insubordinate run laps until they were crying and puking.

“First name has 'Art', your initials spell 'Art' but you'd rather be called Tam," the God Slayer remarked, amused. Then he smirked again. “Tam it is then. Lesson one there, Tam -- just be honest about why you're late. Excuses get bruises... or so I'm told. Stenson ain't the only hard ass around here and many of them don't take kindly to bein' strung along." His demeanor took a more serious turn as he continued to consider Tamlin. “You have any idea why the Rune Knights are recruitin' so heavily right now? Or are you just here because you always wanted to be a magic cop?" Mythal was not one to bat around the bushes with people; he was upfront with his questions and statements, which probably made him both an appealing and unappealing officer to have in charge of a military branch.

But either way, there he was. And he was honestly curious to what had drawn the recruit here this day.

Tam was… well, he was a bit of an oddity. He was a bit fidgety but also had a sort of neurotic charm about him that kind of made one have no response but to smile and shake their head. Despite the way that Stenson had been laying into him verbally, Tam was quick to alleviate the tense air between them and thank the departing man. The officer huffed a little, a small snort that didn’t really tell if he took the praise seriously or not. It was Mythal who looked back and whistled softly. “I think that’s the closest thing to a laugh I’ve seen that guy make. Not bad, kid,” he said with an amused snort of his own. He listened as Tam explained his menial and humble outfit, stating that he had only been in town for about a week and had apparently been sleeping on benches and had been mugged. Mythal knew that life all too well.

He cleared away his lies from before and explained that he had overslept, gotten himself lost and had also stopped for something to eat. He held up a gathering of dried squid, willing to share with three around them. “Thanks but I’m good for now. Hang onto it for yourself,” he waved the offer away politely. He wasn’t much of a seafood kind of guy as it was. “Mythal. And don’t let any officer tell ya to call me general or nothin’. Just Mythal is fine.” He’d already had plenty of people snapping to attention, saluting and addressing him by his title. If he could nip that in the bud early, he’d be more than happy. But what was surprising was his reasons for being here -- apparently he wanted to become a ‘bad cop’; extorting people, stealing, abusing his badge and all the trimmings that went with being an all around terrible protector. The Darkness King stared at him, rather wide-eyed, amazed that someone would be so upfront about that and not expect repercussions.

But it wasn’t long before he was grinning and stating that he was kidding, his wry grin giving him away only a moment before he explained himself. The God Slayer sighed and shook his head. “Prankster then. This’ll be fun,” he said, though his tone wasn’t lacking amusement. He was always one that enjoyed a good joke here and there. His next explanation was a bit darker and more in line with things he had heard before before he revealed that that, as well, was a joke. He admitted he was a bit of a loony character and he was honestly looking to do something with his life, even going as far as to state that he was useless. He even offered to run the laps that he had jokingly stated that Stenson would thrown him on, though it would apparently be more pathetic than impressive.

Mythal glanced at Dela, who had all but lost herself in her own daydream. He was used to her behavior at this point -- she was far more interested in the thoughts in her head than actually focusing. And making her do work? He may as well try and draw gold from dirt. “Ah c’mon, Dela. Would be the first set of laps you’ve run to date. Could be good for ya,” he remarked, jumping right on board with joking train. Then he turned to Gisen and smiled. “Mythal, Gisen. No need for sir or nothin’. And it’s fine; I was just surprised to see ya hangin’ around the mess. Yer more than welcome to go where ya want, you know that.” Gisen seemed like a sweet girl, though she certainly carried an edge to her. The reveal of her sword at the mention of a demon certainly backed up her statement of enjoying hunting monsters.

“I’ll make this short an’ sweet then, Tam. The Rune Knights got decimated; over eighty percent of their standin’ troops wiped out. So now we’re aggressively recruitin’ to build up our numbers again. If you want more details, there’s a rather length report posted… I dunno, somewhere around here,” he said, gesturing outwards and to nothing in particular. “And for the record; if you’re offerin’ to help, you ain’t useless. Smallest steps, kid,” he said with a gentle nod. “Anyways, why don’t you two show him around the place? Make Dela do some work for once.”