Building Back Up [Alastair, Edelo]

Actual administration work was, quite humorously, something that Alastair found him doing less of now that he was an Administrator. Still, some duties could not escape him. Today was one such day, working through various different tasks in his office and trying to take his mind off matters outside of work. His room was tidy, as organised and compartmentalized as he was, and left little to glean for any wandering eyes. What few personal items he had were either mounted on the wall, where a few decorations awarded during the World War hung in a case, or on his desk, where a picture frame sat by his computer and faced away from any who entered.

Next on the docket was a recruitment meeting. He pulled up the file, glancing at a picture of Edelo before skimming through the details with a passing interest. Everything seemed to be in order, at least there were no glaring red flags. So, when the door opened and a man that looked every bit the spit of his profile image entered, Alastair stood and met the offered hand with a firm but brief shake.

"Mr Nakir, I presume? A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I am Administrator Eisfluch. Please, make yourself comfortable." His hand fell, motioning in the direction of a pair of chairs opposite him at the desk, "So, you have come to enlist in the Vandenreich?"

"Is that your reason for enlisting? The Arrancar Attack? You have come a long way from the foothills of the Fatherland."

The faintest vestiges of a smile danced across Alastair's lips as he too took his seat, settling down as he glanced at the screen for a half second before focusing in on Edelo. He reminded him of home, strangely enough, and that was something he had not seriously thought about in a little while. Not since he had finally begun to settle in this city.

"Volunteering to help in the relief efforts was an admirable gesture. Is that what you wish to do for the Vandenreich? There are several units within the Albedochiffren that would make use of an extra pair of hands, if that is all you wish to offer."

There was a genuine earnestness to Edelo that Alastair found refreshing, though he could hardly relate to it. He was a man who liked to use few words unless they truly needed to be spoken, where details were shared only when they held value, but he could tell that Edelo simply wanted to give him as much information as possible. It wasn't that he was simply talking for the sake of talking, and that was a skill that many of his coworkers could learn from.

"It is a long way to travel, with all your family too, but the City of Lights will always welcome refugees from all across the world. There is safety and strength in this community, even when some might wish to try to tear us down."

His recruitment spiel had been improving over the years, not that he had spoken anything that he did not believe to be an absolute fact. As Edelo described his powers, though, Alastair simply sat there and offered the occasional nod of affirmation. It was good to have more fighters, truthfully they could use all the help they could get.

"Those are skills that the Todgestalten could definitely put to use, as they often handle covert reconnaissance operations. Though do not discount the other divisions on a few pamphlets. During training, all recruits are educated on the three wings of the Vandenreich and the many different roles that one can serve therein. A gifted Fullbringer like yourself should have no trouble with any of these lines of work."

"You can have an idea, certainly. Many think they already know when they arrive, but the training period will see them on the right path."

A hand swept locks of red hair from his face as Alastair gazed across at the man. Bemused by his interest in the Todgestalten, he typed out a few particular notes before continuing with his explanation.

"Basic training is mandatory for all prospective members of the Vandenreich, of course, and will be your first assignment. But if you have combat experience then you will advance quickly, if you believe you have such talent then it will not be long before you are moving on."

He thought back to his own days as a recruit before the war had forced them to adopt a much more aggressive strategy, now they had returned to those more stable practices. Still, he could recall those clandestine moments on the front lines too, teaching inexperienced Quincy how to best use their spirit weapons because the boot camp had put them into the field long before they were ready.

"Now, there's plenty of paperwork for you to go through. Take your time to read it all, then sign and return it."