Thunder Corp Recruitment Drive

[raisednpcs]

Who: Everyone who agreed to be approached by Thunder Corp
When: September 21st
What: Thunder Corp is out to recruit
Where: Various Locations

On the date of September 21st, the visitations begin.

For some, they arrive in the form of men in well-pressed business suits. All of them are fit and attractive, almost artificially so, carrying suitcases that contain contracts they wish for those they approach to sign. Their friendliness is also absolute, though they are somehow aggressive at the same time. They've bought themselves into absolutely every location possible, either having traveled great distances with ease or simply found people where they would logically be. In any case, they approach their "targets" out of the blue, greeting them with an outstretched hand and an aggressively polite demeanor.

Still others receive a message in the form of electronic mail. The approach is different simply as a matter of personal resource. How exactly did they find out your e-mail address? Why, it's for the same reason they're able to approach people wherever they happen to be right now: They're Thunder Corp, and they are very resourceful! That's how!

A much more pressing question would be... how did they know you are a Numbered?

[OOC: There's two threads you can reply off of depending on how you decided to be contacted, ones for being approached in person, and ones for being contacted by personal e-mail.]

Comments

[charcoalfeather]

A little crow, if we want to be more accurate. But details. It's fairly obvious that even hearing the name brought about a worried reaction. Rightfully so.

"....Oh. Uhh, hmm..." Stuttering was the end result of that surprise. Not for lack of things to say, though - there were many things, floating in Rakka's mind, that the Haibane wanted to tell the agent right there. Some of them were less then kind. Quite a few of them, actually, if she thought about it. Just how long would this keep up?

She cleared her throat a little. "A-and, you think having the Numbered join your company will improve everything...?"

[raisednpcs]

He patiently waits out the indistinct, murmuring sounds, nodding as if they're useful contribution and shrewd rhetoric.

"We think it will be a valuable step toward improvement, yes. Some of your fellows have already put their support behind us, and we're hoping that you'll see the value in what we're offering and how it can benefit everyone."

[charcoalfeather]

At least he wasn't rushing her on making a decision. The fact that he was even attempting it was almost as worrying as that would be.

It's that second statement that catches her, leaving her mouth hanging open mid-word forming. It makes Rakka fret, though her subconscious promptly pops up with a reasonable reply to that: he was simply lying. If Thundercorp was honestly attempting to get some Numbered on their side, she would have heard about it from the others! ....Right?

"....Well, this is really sudden, you see. I don't think I could make such a big decision like this right now - Maybe.... later? If that's alright."

[raisednpcs]

The man knows very well that to rush someone as skittish and uncertain as Rakka (or any Numbered, for that matter) could hurt his chances at seeming like a patient good-guy. For everything that Thundercorp is attempting to accomplish, seeming that way at this juncture is imperative.

"You don't think that you can decide immediately? That's fine. Would you like it if I left you with some contact information for after you thought it over? I'd be happy to touch base with you in a week or two, as well, if you're open to that."

[charcoalfeather]

Seems they knew who they were talking to if they sent someone like this. Even with Rakka's bad feelings meant towards the corporation, a little reservation could go a long ways, if they really wanted the Haibane onboard.

"Uhh, yes. That sounds like a good idea." A better idea then being pressured into it right now. "That will probably give me... enough time to think about it."

Don't expect many phone calls, is what she means.

[raisednpcs]

"Time to think is a perfectly reasonable thing to ask for," the man says, reaching into his breast pocket for a sleek business card.

Eric Ellis
Thunder Corp
XXX-XXXX

"If you do decide to join us, you won't regret it. We really hope that you'll make the decision that benefits all of us," he says pleasantly, sliding the card toward her across the table's surface.

[charcoalfeather]

The card is gathered up into Rakka's hands, and she stares down at it. It's deceptively simple looking. Certainly a professional looking card, something she'd expect to find at the front desk of a big business, and Thundercorp still held that image in many eyes.

But she knew they truth. They all did, so what was the plan here?

"Thank you..." She mumbled a bit, sliding the card into her pants pocket for the time being. She fixed a tiny smile on her face. "I'll think about it; for the time being... I kind of have some work I need to do."

Which is a very polite way of saying he has to leave now.

"Maybe... we'll work together one day. I do want to help everyone."

[raisednpcs]

Everything from the font to the name are elegantly simple.

"You're welcome," he beams, setting his hat on top of his head again and tipping the brim forward amiably. "I want to help everyone too, Miss Yoshitoshi, so it's my hope that we'll be in touch sooner rather than later."

[charcoalfeather]

She gives a simple nod of the head.

"Uhh, yes. I'll try and reply as soon as I can, Mister... Ellis."

[raisednpcs]

"Goodbye, then. Be well until then," he says, flashing her one last smile as he makes his way toward the door and leaves, returning to his car and driving away.

[charcoalfeather]

She watches him go, Fougere slowly joining her, just as confused as she was about the entire meeting. Though, he wasn't as confused as Rakka was. Not by a long shot.

She took one look at the card again, turning it over and over, running her fingers over the styled font. It was real; all of that happened.

The only thing to do was lock the door, close the blinds, and think about what happened next.