- Jun 18, 2015
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Havoc was not, strictly speaking, in charge. He couldn't make the final decisions on who the school did or didn't hire, but he did have some amount of input. It wasn't quite a full veto right, but it was fairly close--if Havoc was strongly against a candidate, the school would take that into account, assuming he could properly explain his issues to them.
Generally Havoc could. He was the kind of person who was remarkably good at explaining himself, even if it was often overly clinical. He didn't struggle to put his emotions into words because the majority of the time there were almost no emotions to begin with.
He didn't have an office, but he'd been given a room for the afternoon as he conducted his own (rather basic) interviews. He hadn't been given full files or resumes or anything of the sort, but instead a simply sheet. Name. Qualifications. The utter basics, but that was really all he needed.
The qualifications on the sheet were good, although there seemed to be a distinct lack of actual teaching experience. Havoc had learned long ago that being good at something and being able to teach people were two very different things. Havoc himself often struggled with teaching others, his methods too direct for most people's sensibilities. So while Saeta was certainly qualified as far as self defense went, it remained to be seen if they would be a good instructor.
Havoc had taken a position near the windows as he waited, observing the grounds from the second story. Maybe he would spot them, if they were late. Or maybe they were already there, arriving early.
Who knew.
Generally Havoc could. He was the kind of person who was remarkably good at explaining himself, even if it was often overly clinical. He didn't struggle to put his emotions into words because the majority of the time there were almost no emotions to begin with.
He didn't have an office, but he'd been given a room for the afternoon as he conducted his own (rather basic) interviews. He hadn't been given full files or resumes or anything of the sort, but instead a simply sheet. Name. Qualifications. The utter basics, but that was really all he needed.
The qualifications on the sheet were good, although there seemed to be a distinct lack of actual teaching experience. Havoc had learned long ago that being good at something and being able to teach people were two very different things. Havoc himself often struggled with teaching others, his methods too direct for most people's sensibilities. So while Saeta was certainly qualified as far as self defense went, it remained to be seen if they would be a good instructor.
Havoc had taken a position near the windows as he waited, observing the grounds from the second story. Maybe he would spot them, if they were late. Or maybe they were already there, arriving early.
Who knew.
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