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Xion Jericus
Mod: Sir Afton Stratford

This interview is being held in Afton's own private quarters. He's not a fan of the traditional Japanese style housing. Being close to 300 pounds he scuffs the nice wood floors, if he doesn't outright break them

So for his own quarters he went and built his own house, like any hard working god fearing man should. The walls are made of stone, carved from the vary walls of the Seiretei. SekiSeki stone lines his walls, rough cut out on the outside and then polished smooth on the inside. His roof is made of strong whole trees torn down by his own massive blade. The center has a circular cut in it, to allow for smoke from his fire to escape easily.

Inside the floor is stone and the center features a fire pit, with a spit hanging over it that usually supports whole boars or strings of quail and chicken. A feast for an army, that he is happy to share with his whole squad. Beyond that is his bed, a simple bedroll, the only thing that is Japanese in the whole place because it is close enough to his English roots. He prefers to sleep on the floor anyway.

Right by the door is a rack for weaponry, Afton insists that everyone leave their weapons on the racks, even he leaves his massive claymore at the door as an example to all who enter. Upon the walls are the spoils of war, that mostly translates to Hollow masks or minor tokens of Shinigami he has bested. Some of the hollow masks are just fragments or have large cracks in them as if he had cleved them in two or ripped them off with his bare hands

For this interview, Afton awaits the arrival of Xion Jericus, a name that the English Knight butchers terribly (Prounouncing it Z-eye-on Jerk-Cuss). Over the pit a string of fat quail roast pleasantly, filling the room with a mouth-watering smell. Afton has a small folder that is sitting next to him as he roasts the quail, with all the information one could ever want on Xion. He can't read most of it, sadly. A note is pinned to the front of the file, it's hand written in English, and appears to have some interview questions on it.

Afton threw some basic spices over the string of quail just as Xion walked in through the door. A new meaty rich smell slowly radiated outward for a few moments and Afton looked satisfied with the mouth watering sent. He looked up when the doors made a soft thud against the stone walls, just in time to watch the applicant fall face first through the door like a fool. Then Xion looked up and Afton all but panicked. His skin was as black as night, with white blemishes that made him think of the most terrifying disease to ever plague his people.

The knight looked the Bubonic Plague right in the face, terror written all over him. Then Xion came at him, brandishing a ribbon of death with a crazy look in his eye, and Afton did what any normal person of his time period would do. He backed up in terror, almost skittering across the floor in desperation to get away from the infected man.

"Thou bear death upon mine house! Take mine bread and go in peace evil spirit! May God be with you and ease thine suffering!"

He shouted at Xion in English, so it was debatable weather or not the black man would understand him. Fefnir had given him a hell butterfly to translate for him, but he had been too terror filled to actually start using it. With any luck it would just take the hint, or something. More likely it would be a few moments before it kicked in, as it realized what it was supposed to do. Eventually Xion seemed to spot the file filled with data on the applicant and snapped back to his relative senses, saying something the knight didn't understand in the language of one possessed, Afton guessed. He still looked a little crazy to the knight and he refused to get within any reasonable distance of the emaciated and sickly looking man. However, Xion seemed to want to get far more friendly than what should be reasonable, Afton kept backing up in response until he nearly hit the back wall.

"There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it." He quoted, Corinthians, simultaneously hoping to protect himself from the death that walked into his house; and perhaps help the man, who from the sickly thin-ness of his body to the white scars and boils on his black, plague infected skin seemed on the verge of death anew.

Afton watched the sick green flash across the man's eyes, and that was all he needed as confirmation that a daemon possessed this man and that was the reason for his apparent sickness. the recitation of the remainder of the bible verse made Afton furrow his brows in determination. It was like hitting a brick wall as he took personal offence for the Lord as this abomination recited his holy script as if it were just some common speech to be disregarded. The knight would cower in fear from the man under any other circumstance, but now that the plague master had insulted the Almighty, he could no longer stand his presence.

He took a bold step forward as the scalpel found it's way into one of his cooking birds. Even worse! This daemon found it acceptable to ruin a man's hard earned food with his disease riddled implement of witchcraft! How dare he invade a man's most sacred home and spew his demonic lies! As the man grew closer, he could smell the stink of rot(Read: Metal) on his breath and it made him gag a little. This Deamon needed to be purged, or this man surely would not last the night! Afton himself could not touch him, for fear of getting the plague himself, so he grabbed the nearest thing, a Hollow mask trophy that was hung on the wall, and took a swing at the possessed man.

"Thou pribbling boil-brained vassal! Do not let such Deamons take you! By the power of god, do I so seek to free you!"

With all of his power, Afton swung the heavy mask downwards over Xion's head with the power of a wrecking ball. Normally the man was in possession of massive power, but with the righteous power of god on his side, he was nigh unstoppable. Certainly if he hit the man, possession wouldn't be the first of his problems anymore.

He finally had some breathing room from the possessed man, and the first thing that crossed his mind was that he needed to get a priest, or someone else who specialized in such things. And he was halfway to the door, when he saw the cross land upon Xion's chest. He slowed a little on his mad dash to the door, not that he was terribly quick to start with, as a dozen thoughts dashed about Afton's terribly scrambled brain.

He cannot be possessed and bear the symbol of our lord. Is it a trick? Be it glamour or magicks to lure me to him? No, it's certainly real..... No matter, he is still possessed of the blight. I need to get a priest to him right away, lest he suffer further.

As Xion finally caught his breath, Afton had just made it to the door. He picked up his blade on the way out before shutting the heavy wooden doors and bolting them shut with a large wooden panel. "Do not fret brother! I will come again with a priest so he might heal your blight! Help thineself to some nourishment to replenish thine strength whilest you wait!" With that last statement he shiethed his massive claymore and ran off to find someone who might help him. Admittedly he hadn't seen many Priests in what he considered 'hell' so he had no clue who to go to, other than the devil himself. So he ran off to Fefnir's office. Hopefully he would be able to trade something to The Serpent in exchange for help with the man's blight. No one should be forced to suffer such a painful death, even if they where already dead.

(This interview is over.
We have what we need and will contact you soon to let you know how you did, and possibly award you with a seat or Captaincy position based on your performance. )