Jun 06 17:24:51 106 PA - Maya and Joachim discuss Ahriman's Request
From Chronicles
This is the place it all happens. This is where all the day-to-day administrative duties of the Knights' Hospital are dealt with, and all the important decisions are made. Well, maybe not, but at the very least it's where most of the paperwork either begins or ends up.
This is Joachim's office, and honestly, it's pretty cramped, and astoundingly cluttered. Containing on desk, three chairs, two large file cabinets, and what appears to be a metric ton of assorted papers, it's a pretty tight fit. The desk itself is medium-sized, with three rather uncomfortable looking wooden chairs set up for small meetings, while the file-cabinets flank the room on either side. A small desk-light sits on the desk, along with assorted office-supplies, while stacks of paper can be found partly organized and in all the varying stages of Handling not only on the desk, but tucked into all the corners of the office.
Time is meandering its way along through the hospital, with Joachim taking a brief break from the monotony and tedium that is paperwork and procedure. While evening is rolling on outside the door, and people are milling their way through the day, this hour has been set aside for the beautiful sandwich before him - well, maybe not beautiful, or even particularly good, but the time is its nonetheless. With a tiny little hole etched out between paperwork and the rest for the sandwich to lay, he quickly applies a few separately packaged condiments before taking a dainty bite.
Maya has cleaned herself up from her previously gory work during the day, an autopsy of a burns victim that came in during the night. She hesitates before tapping lightly on his door, popping her head around it to grin at Joachim. "Do you have a moment? I promise I didn't do anything wrong, and it probably won't put you off your sandwich." Despite this, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip and a trace of anxiety around her eyes don't bode well.
His face freezes for a moment as Joachim's attention shifts between the sandwich and the interloper at the door - a terrible second as he decides where his loyalty truly lies. Then again, one of the benefits of being in charge is not having to worry about repercussions. At least not immediately. "Sure, come on in," he says with a smile before taking another, larger bite and savouring it. "If it won't put me off the sandwich, I'm sure you won't mind if I keep eatin' while we talk, then. Take a seat," the words are muffled through bits of half-chewed greenery and meat.
Maya's anxiety grows at that freezing, her conclusions different than the intent, but she comes in, carefully closing the door behind her. She takes a seat, settling with her palms under her thighs, an avoidance of the nervous gesturing. "No it shouldn't." She agrees, before launching into her explanation. "This man, Ahriman, came to the clinic for my D-Bee survey, and he is unique, Director. One of a kind, literally. I want a day of his time to study him, to record the information on his physiology but he wants a letter in return to confirm he did a good deed. Apparently he killed a man."
Joachim's attention is well and truly split, and the sandwich is savoured despite any interruption, as he slowly works his way through it. Not to say he's not paying attention, of course, "If we were to turn away all of the people who had killed another person - be it in anger, be it in hatred, or be it, unfortunately in simple boredom," he begins, the sorrow in his words not reflected at all in his expression, "then I'm afraid that our job here would come to just so quick and brutal an end. But y'mentioned a letter? Confirmin' a... good deed?"
Maya's tension leaves a little, and she nods, the eagerness rising to the surface and she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Yes, he wants a letter to show the police, to help him prove his good character." A glance at the sandwich and her attention is back to him, hazel eyes watching him closely. "He'll give me the day if we write him one. I said I had to ask you..."
"I'm not sure a letter'll do him a whole lot've good, if he's bein' investigated for murder," Joachim says, shaking his head. "Most've the people who come through have th'luck of never so much's attractin' their attention so long's they stay put." The bitterness in his voice is heard, and he takes a long moment to swallow before continuing, "What do you think? Do you think he has 'good character?' Do you think that he's dangerous?"
