PM for Commander Zabala

[redcinemareel]

Commander,

You are in desperate need for someone to filter your expected, and especially unexpected, visitors. I would like to volunteer my time to act as that filter, if you would allow.

Most unfortunately, I cannot provide a physical résumé due to how classified my previous occupation was, but I can assure you I have more than enough time and experience to fulfill the duties required of the position. I would be more than willing to share it in person, however. Yes, even now, in another world, I do not trust such information to be allowed to mill about on paper. It is not for everyone to know.

I look forward to your response.


Best regards,
Grell Sutcliff

Comments

[commanderzabala]

I would appreciate the opportunity to hear your verbal resume. That would carry weight in this decision.

~Commander Zabala

[redcinemareel]

Would you be available within the next hour?

-Grell

[commanderzabala]

Certainly. The paperwork won't go anywhere while we speak.

[redcinemareel]

Then I shall arrive shortly.

[Okay, so shortly meant in the next twenty to thirty minutes because she had to care for her pets and chocobo (which may or may not be getting too big for her room) and refresh herself. But her presence is known by the click of her heels against the floor asshe walks with determination. Grell glances to the empty desk before the Commander's office, shaking her head at the sight. How sad!

Grell knocks on the door a few times.]

[commanderzabala]

Enter.

[She needs a secretary just to tell people to come in, it's clear.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell does so, making sure to close the door behind her. She approaches the desk, giving a better salute than the last one. One can tell its not her favorite thing to do.]

Thank you for making time, Commander.

[commanderzabala]

It's all to my benefit in the long run, isn't it? At ease. Have a seat.

[She really ought to find a better way to welcome visitors; she's starting to feel like a broken record.]

[redcinemareel]

When you put it that way, yes. [Grell takes a seat, crossing one leg over the other at the knee.] I'll cut to the chase. The only other person who knows of my background is my husband, naturally. I've told no one else. Not even my son, nor the Headmaster. I'd expect such information to not leave these four walls.

[She looks slightly uneasy at doing this, especially since not even Headmaster Cid knows.]

You see, my previous occupation involved collecting souls, overseeing the dying and the DEAD, all the while keeping records of human lives.

[Grell wonders how much Zabala can piece together from that.]

[commanderzabala]

[Zabala slowly lifts one eyebrow.]

How did you come across that line of work?

[redcinemareel]

[Grell shrugs.] That's still unknown. One is just chosen, I'm guessing.

[commanderzabala]

[She isn't certain she believes that, but allows it to pass without comment.]

Do you still have access to any of the powers and capabilities that allowed you to perform that duty?

[redcinemareel]

[Her loss, really.]

Yes and no. My powers remain unchanged, but my ability to access future...clients is nullified. I possess the book that gives us the necessary information, but it no longer updates itself.

All it does is provide a fascinating story book! [GRINS]

[commanderzabala]

I see. I don't suppose you have a ready example of some of the bureaucracy involved in the job?

[redcinemareel]

The only thing I have is the book, however I can retrieve it to show the process we take to log every encounter we have. [Grell smiles wryly.] Despite dealing with the likes of DEATH, every I must have their dot, every T must be crossed with our paperwork else we must to do overtime, something which my department does not have the funds for most days.

[Her wry smile disappears and is replaced with disdain.]

And I would never hear the end of it from my superior. [Who needed that headache?]

[commanderzabala]

I find that comforting. I'd rather Death be a stickler for the details, instead of dropping off one day because someone didn't check that the person due to meet their end that day was in fact named "Zabaia" and the I was just written poorly.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell has to laugh at that.] Fates forbid such a thing were to occur! I've not heard of such an incident, thankfully.

Would you like for me to retrieve that book?

[commanderzabala]

No, I think I may be much happier not knowing. I'll take you at your word. I promise you that I'm less of a stickler about paperwork intended only for me, so long as what needs to happen does happen. Appointments, meetings, correspondence and so forth.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell shrugs casually.] Suit yourself, then.

All of that can be easily done without much fuss. I'm assuming you'd like black ink to be used?

[commanderzabala]

Where appropriate, of course. There are a few different ways varying things need to be done. It's an immense hassle, of course, which is why I'm seeking help,.

[redcinemareel]

I'm not sure why you haven't looked earlier, really.

[commanderzabala]

Because I didn't want to take any SeeDs out of mission rotation. That remains a concern still, and something I need to keep in mind as I proceed.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell hummed, nodding at her concern.] If you've survived this long without a secretary, I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult to transition back for when there is not one again for a shorter period of time.

[commanderzabala]

Indeed. I may consider dividing up the responsibility between a pair of secretaries, so that one can go on missions -- or continue to spend ample time with a family -- without leaving me supportless for the duration.

[redcinemareel]

Ah ha~! This is why you're commander~!