AN: Now let's all get back to the regular things.
Orientation
Sitting in a chair with a single light shining down of him, the boy took a deep breath to answer the first question… what is your earliest childhood memory?
He recalled a time when his mom, dad and himself were running away from a group of attacking aragami. They rounded corners and went through house after house to gain some distance but the pursuing ogretail was more adamant than ever. It chased them down like a heat seeking missile.
When he turned around expecting to see the aragami, he saw a god eater standing in between the predator and its prey. He never got a good picture of the god eater but he remembered the sword that they carried and the air they carried themselves.
Though he never saw their faces, he knew he had given a satisfactory answer.
Truth be told, that whole story was a total lie, one that was made up on a whim at the last second. Truth was, his earliest memory of childhood was a hellish one but he was not in the mood to talk about that.
When he joined the esteemed organization, he planned to cut himself free from his past and the demons that inhabited it. He spent years going through the necessary training procedures, steeling his body and his mind in preparation for that all important interview.
Now here he was entering the metal room with a single device at the centre. This device is the reason why so many children had given up their childhood and took up arms against the impossible enemy that plagued humanity.
He placed his hand into the necessary slot and watched the device clamp down on him. Instantly he felt a terrible pain shooting up from his left arm but he endured, telling himself that it was nothing.
Finally the pain subsided and the device opened up, revealing a black and gold coloured armlet, a mark and a constant reminder that the days of his youth are over. He was now a soldier in a never ending war.
'Days of youth?' he thought bitterly in his mind and scoffed at the idea. When others children had it marginally less tougher, his was the worst childhood you can imagine. He shook his head once again and was told to go to his room and change out of his uniform into something casual.
He decided to wear on a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow and a black vest on top. The boy wore on a pair of black pants with a gold chain on his left side that had a pocket watch stored away in his pocket. Finally he fixed the laces on his military boots to make sure that his clothes were proper. He took a moment to examine himself in the mirror and tried to set his ash brown hair but it still looked like he'd just woke up. He looked a little closer and rubbed away the sleep from his emerald coloured eyes and looked once again in the mirror.
Nodding to himself he headed out the door and to the main room to meet his boss and leader. When he got there he found a girl dressed in a mourning dress busily typing on the giant computer before her. Beside the girl stood a young man with blond hair and he turned to the new entrant and said "He's arrived".
The boy quickly saluted then said "Damien Andronight, ready to serve".
"My, my there's no need for such formalities here", said the girl with a warm smile "My name is Rachel Claudius and you could think of me as your superior but I'd prefer it if you think of me as a mother".
"And this here is the leader of my esteemed unit, Julius Visconti".
Damien took a moment to examine Julius. He had blond eyes to match his hair, his jacket was also at half length like him but he had a thin red bow attached to the front zipper and a white button down shirt that had a purple cardigan underneath it. There was also a black collar with a gold buckle around his neck and a pair of black military pants and sturdy boots with gold accents.
Julius nodded to Damien saying "Good to meet you cadet, I hope that we will get along well".
"Yes sir", responded Damien like a soldier and saluted once more.
"Tell me", said Julius rubbing his chin "Do you know about the Blood unit and why you've joined?"
"I know that I have a higher bias factor than the regular god eaters", said Damien "But that's about it".
"Blood is a special forces unit created by Dr. Rachel Claudius with the purpose of uniting those with innate talents such as yourself and I".
"You see because you have a higher bias factor", continued Rachel "It means that you are able to invoke a power that only few in this world have claim over. I call it the blood power as it relates to the human body and the wonders that it can bring about if given the right opportunity."
"Think of it like a super power", she said with an amused chuckle "You have that power too but have yet to awaken it but not to worry, we're not expecting you to awaken on the first day. In time your powers will wake up and I am sure you will be a welcome addition to our team".
Damien bowed in respect and was allowed to leave the room.
He took this opportunity to move about the mobile fortress known as Friar. Eventually he went down the escalator and landed in the main room. Here he noticed that the area was divided into two places. One was with a terminal and the operator to whom he'd be reporting to from tomorrow onwards and the lower half which had a vending machine, a large television and some furniture to rest on.
There was also an elevator which he no doubt knew would lead him to Claudius' room.
He decided to introduce himself to the operator seeing as it was custom and he didn't want to rub anyone the wrong way. The operator was a young lady, probably around his age with short blond hair and light green eyes. She wore on the typical operator uniform with a sleeveless dress, a small red ribbon and a corset styled vest. She also had on a pair of gloves, socks that went up to her knees and red shoes.
"Greeting m..ma'am", said Damien hesitantly "My name is Damien Andronight and I just joined here. I hope we'll get along well in the future".
The girl chuckled a little before her reply came "I take it Julius hasn't told you about formalities here has he?"
"He has ma'am but…"
"You only need to stand on ceremony with us when meeting higher ups like a certain director. When it's only the staff from Friar, feel free to talk to us normally", she said "By the way, my name is Fran Francoise Francesca de Bourgogne".
"But everyone here calls me Fran", she added in an effort to calm down the troubled newbie when she gave him her name.
The two shook hands and Damien went to his room. A shaky entrance but so far he had not done anything that others would see as disrespectful and he hoped to keep that going. Now that his first free day was over, tomorrow he'd have to select his god arc and start fighting.