Sinter thrived on the intricacies of project management. The great Alternian return to space was one of the most impressive undertakings of modern history. The establishment of the space tower reflected such in every element of its design. The atmosphere was permeated with a sense of importance. Sinter would have taken a moment to absorb the sight of it all had he not been in the midst of an impressive juggling act involving three color-coded clipboards and a cardboard tray of coffees.
"Excuse me. Pardon me. Behind you," Sinter recited robotically as he navigated the crowd of trolls rushing and meandering in equal measure. He'd been stopped twice already just trying to cross the lobby. He apparently had the look of someone who knew where each and every one of the tower's facilities were. He did, but he also was a troll with places to be.
"Hello."Sinter did an admirable job not jumping as a voice greeted him from his blind spot. He stopped abruptly and turned to face the source fully. His eyebrows rose upon seeing he was being addressed by a blueblood. They stayed aloft when he registered just how polite--deferential even--he was being.
"The pleasure is all mine," Sinter said with a smoothness that came only from sweeps of recitation. He hadn't yet fully processed the words "work under you," coming from a highblood. To him. Sinter blinked and tried not to gawk.
"You must be a new recruit," Sinter responded, giving Static a quick once-over.
"Do you know your assignment? Where you're supposed to be going?"The question may have stemmed from a persisting sense that this highblood certainly had the wrong troll. However, Sinter couldn't help but appreciate the unprompted politeness. He felt a genuine desire to help the young man out.
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