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The office was quiet. Too quiet for how crowded the HQ was. Not a single bird chirp could be heard, not a single whisper from the employees. It was like the whole building knew about what was going on inside the office, and no one dared to intervene.
“Do you really think this is a good idea? To recruit a random robloxian as a future-to-be Admin?” Buildeman looked up from his scattered files that were all over the desk, adjusted his glasses to look at the man in front of him better as he raised an eyebrow. He himself was left speechless from this strange request.
“I don't see anything particularly wrong with it. If they pass my criterias then so be it.” Telamon adjusted his robe as he cleared his throat; a sign that he wouldn't back down from this… rather strange idea. “Besides, I could use some help. My realm has become quiet…” he took a sharp breath in search of the right word that just wouldn't show up. “Lacking.” He chucked at his words as he emphasised the word; he couldn't believe he chose this poorly descriptive word for such a situation.
“And how will you exactly do this? The selection?” Builderman picked a file from his desk and scanned through it like it was the most important file out of everything there was. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t; what was certain was the fact that Builderman, in fact, did not care what Telamon was about to do for as long as it did not bother him. He didn't want any more responsibilities as what he had in front of him was enough.
“I’ll challenge them in a sword fight.” Telamon pointed up to the roof as his Illumina magically appeared, shining brightly before disappearing instantly as he brought his hand down as a fist. “After all, I'm the best swordsman. And I'm feeling quite rusty, I must admit.” He put up his hoodie, hiding his obvious smirk that was hidden by the hoodie’s shadow.
Builderman looked up to him, unimpressed. With a generic voice, he replied. “Then so be it!”
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The news that Telamon was in search of a right-hand man spread like wildfire across Robloxia. And such news obviously reached the ears of a seemingly underground hacker that was walking the streets of a bland uninteresting city disguised as a homeless person. Looking at the floor, she picked up a fly which had the HQ building displayed with big bold words that read. “DEEM YOURSELF WORTHY. FIGHT THE DEITY, FOR YOU SHALL BE THE CHOSEN ONE.”
1x1x1x1 looked at the fly, really looked at the fly, and then let out a deep laugh, almost mocking. “The Telamon, to reach out to us? How pathetic.” She crumpled the unworthy piece of paper and tossed it to the ground, then forcefully stomped on it. “Does he think we are idiots? Who would even go and apply there?.” She continued walking as if nothing had happened a few seconds ago, even though she was still rambling. “The Great Telamon would never stoop so low and be so vulnerable to have a right-hand man. Especially one of us.”
Right?
Right?