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Chapter 7: Castle of Glass- Linkin Park
"Name please." Asked the Secretary for the Reapers Association Group to the young man in front of her desk. He was very tall, maybe taller than William T. Spears, and had low cut black curly hair, and had on a baggy untucked dress shirt with maroon pants. His skin was the color of sand as his crystal blue eyes sparkled with every blink behind thin wire glasses. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned on his left foot.
"The name's Lankirk, Terris Lankirk and I called in for a tour of the Reapers Association. When can that happen, I'm a very busy Shinigami." He called as he started to tap his foot impatiently and glance around himself every few minutes. The clerk peered at him through her glasses, giving him an irritated glance. She then grabbed the phone off of its holder and dialed a few numbers. Someone answered on the other line
"Yeah, this is Bethany. Hey listen... I know your a busy man and your about to leave but it'll only take... No, I didn't do this to you on purpose! I just need a Reaper to take this kid on a tour... Grell? Grell! Oh no he did not just hang up on me!" Bethany yelled as she slammed the phone back on its holder. She ran a well manicured hand through her hand as she sighed. "Listen, I can't get a hold of anyone and I'm not allowed to leave my post. Come back tomorrow, okay? I'll make an appointment for you."
"Sorry but my day is booked tomorrow. Why can't I get service? I am a Shinigami after all." He said as he narrowed his eyes at her, he didn't like the answer Bethany gave.
"Like I said before, I ca-"
"Okay Beth, I'm leaving for the day!" Called a familiar voice that rang from behind the double doors. Soon after came Diana Waltz, walking into the room with her gray coat on and her suitcase stuffed with unfinished paperwork. In other words, her shift was over for the night. Bethany quickly called her over and explained the little situation she had with Terris.
"Hm, I guess I have a few moments to spare before Grell gets his lazy ass down here. Sure I'll take you, er."
"Terris."
"Yeah, I'll take Terris on a quick tour before Will decides to give me overtime. I hate it when he does that." Diana said as she placed her jacket on a nearby coat rack and put her suitcase down near it. She waved for Terris to follow her back through the double doors that lead into the Association.
Once Terris's eyes adjusted to the light, his jaw dropped at the sight. In other words, this was not what he expected it to be, large, busy, and very organized. Reapers in neatly pressed suits walked with pep in their step around the multiple sections. Some were chatting on the phone with other close associations to the R.A.G. (Reapers Association Group) while others trotted to and from offices carrying thick stacks of paperwork. Diana saw the look on the new recruit's face and smiled to herself.
"What you see here is a small piece of this large building. All of the different departments include the General Affairs Division, Personnel Department, Dispatch Management Division, London Division, Grim Reaper Staffing Association, and the Human Resources Department. If you think about applying here, there are many jobs you could choose from that all help the Association in one way or another. So what do you think so far, need I say more?"
"I'd never thought that the R.A.G would be this... amazing! I mean, look at all of the machinery over there!" Terris pointed to the Dispatch Management Division, generally noting the many telephones, typewriters, and the Reapers speaking and writing at the same time skillfully. "Wow, and look at all those Soul Reapers!" He called out as he jabbed his finger in the direction of a group of four Reapers, Death Scythes in hand, running towards Diana and Terris. Slapping hands with Diana when the men passed her. "And are those? No, it can't be!" Terris stuttered as he dreamily gazed at a very special department.
"Yup, that indeed is the Spectacle Molding Division, Terris. The best place in the R.A.G. You can't go over there now but you can when you get an application and get cer-"
"What? I can't wait that long! I must be apart of this building! This opportunity will not slip from my hands! Where can I apply?" Terris practically yelled at no one in particular, scoring him and Diana odd looks from Reapers. Looks that Diana had grown immune to over the past six months she'd been working there.
"As I was saying, you could get certified after you set up an interview with my boss, William T. Spears, and then start working here. How's that sound?" Diana called to him, he was practically four inches taller than her. He had and expression a child would wear when they got what they wanted for Christmas. He turned to look at her, his overly excited expression fading into curiosity.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Terris said as he looked down on Diana, her face also stained with curiosity.
"And what's that?" She responded.
"Why are there so many different departments? Which one do I belong in?" Terris questioned as he stared into Diana's chocolate eyes. Diana pondered on the question, trying to find an answer to quench his curiosity but at the same time having more meaning that 'Everyone is special.'
"Let's see. I guess you could say that we have our own strengths and weakness'. If you combine all of the different traits of others, you become one strong, well oiled machine. We're almost like a castle of glass, each one of us is a crack that shows our weakness but there will always be another Reaper to patch it up so it's equally balanced, like plaster." She explained. Terris's features turning into a thoughtful smile.
"Oh wow, I'd never thought of it like that."
"Stop and smell the roses sometime, it helps." She said as she lead Terris back to Bethany's desk. Terris then signed out, waved by, and promised to see Diana again, as an official Reaper.
