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He was a mystery. She'd seen him in passing the hottie mc tottie, but not her type. Too tall. He did have an interesting weapon, landing on her interview list. Waiting in her temp office, Solia looked at her set up, the coffee and creamer fresh, the small candy dots on the table ready for the hunter. Golems had nothing offered for them. They couldn't eat. Or rather they could try but that wasn't a good idea.

Still, Solia sat and silently waited for the clock to hit the time alloted for the interview. They didn't show well.. they'd not get paid.

She liked him. Suit and on time? Oh lord have mercy she liked this interview already.

"Hello!" Grabbing his hand she gave it a light squeeze. "Solia Delacroix as you might know. I trust you found the golem already set for you?" She motioned for him to sit.

"Now a few simple rules before we begin. There will be no silencing of your weapon. If you attempt to with hold information freely given by your weapon, I will note it as suspect. Please don't do this, I really don't like having to report that kind of stuff because really you're just scarred your weapon will talk about your d**k size or something okay.
Second, no fighting. Simple enough, but the focus is on not you, but your weapon. They are they're own person.
Third- Please do help yourself to the refreshments. That's it. Now...." She flipped through her paper, smiling as she reached the right one.

"Name, race, species, and the first memory you have. Real or imagined."

To Solia, tallness was just an annoyance unless directly commented on. She'd gotten better but. Oh well. Nothing could be done.

Alas.

"You can stand or sit. So long as it won't alter answers? I don't mind really. My neck would probably hurt after a while though." She laughed it off. Writing his name given down, along with the information, she nodded and held the pen to her lips.

"You were about to call yourself something aside from a forest giant. Please, say so. Even if I might not understand, anything and everything might help later. But You first memory is of Jack. Was it down in the coves, or elsewhere? Anything that struck you in those moments? Feelings? Sight? Smell? Anything that was difficult to place or explain?"

"Cewri." Solia spoke it with a distinct accent. French and letting it roll out on her tongue. "And how... do you know it is Welsh?" Israfel had known nothing of God's angels. His name's meaning. Perhaps it was simple research taken or a lingering memory?

"Sorry if I come off as blunt by the way, It's... hard to do this and not just go off on tangents. I've got to be all.. Formal and official." Solia's hands was still moving, writing. Each tidbit, right down to each tangent and word could change things. She'd need every inch of detail she could gather.

"Weapons are a mystery as to hunters as they are to themselves at times. Part of why I have begun this project. To solve these mysteries. As for the encounter- Metal to ward from wood." She paused, drawing allusions from old myths of metal and wood and their alchemical properties.
"Curious. Titanium is a composite as you said- Metal to your wood. Something you'd not known until that moment. Fair enough to say you are both.. seekers of enlightenment, of knowledge?"

She smiled, pausing her writing for a moment while she answered his question. "Terrifying. I was afraid of the hunger that surrounded me, the feeling of want, of judgement. Yet then a soothing voice of acceptance. Gentleness I would have likened to standing along the shore of a beach. He was there and so was I- thus, I had found my comfort." Her pen moved again.
"But that was a long time ago now."

Solia's gaze slid between the pair, noting down movements, the gestures, those small changes. Nothing could be overlooked. "Interesting. Knowledge given versus obtained. I'll have to dig a bit further on that at a later date. But, this hunger." The antler scratch was even noted.

"Universal perhaps. I'll confirm it with others if I can. And no, beaches tend to be peaceful and lacking in garbage."

"But it does bring us to another factor- Have you ever encountered something that made you feel strong emotions? Things you knew yet couldn't explain? Perhaps, emotions and flickers of things suppressed? Like a Fog or a screen or wall?" The things Israfel felt when faced with locations of the school he'd once attended and who with.

"Is there anything you feel uneasy about in simply knowing?"

Solia shook her head, letting the talk of beach combing die. She had no use for that data.

"That is-" He described a memory. A REAL memory. That in itself was a feat. A variance from what was normal and known to nearly any other documented information. "This dream vision- it has only happened once? Would you have called it vivid? Surreal? Muted?"

Words- Legacy. Solia leaned back, mulling over other possible triggers.

"Yes. Many weapons find emotional responses to image or vocal triggers. Though the levels vary." Legacy.

"Would you care to participate in a small test Owain? Jack?" She invited Jack to sit with them.

Solia smiled- her default emotionally fall back as these interviews wore on. It was easy to smile and just ask questions. "I'd like you to embrace each other." She left it at that. Touch was a good indication of comfort, intimacy.

How would they react to be told to touch when faced with one another after a session of moderate distance?