Naoke turned her head to the new arrival and smiled kindly, though there was a hint of aggitation underneath, though not directed at the newest arrival.

She bowed respectfully. "It's nice to meet you Zeta-san. I'm Uwa Naoke," she introduced herself.

She glanced at the other woman whose remark was nothing short of rude and presumptious. She narrowed her eyes slightly, but otherwise ignored the woman.

Rhiannon's facial expression reamained calm and pleasant as she listened to Tamariah speak, however, she did not appreciatate the tone she conveyed to both herself and her co-workers. If there was one thing Rhiannon demanded of her employees it was respect of others.

"Yes of course I read your file my dear, brilliant observation on your part I must say." Rhiannon kept her tongue firmly in check as she refrained from further sarcastic comments. "And I'm sure your tallents will be well utilized as an unspeakable."
Turning slightly, she then addressed Naoke,"Yes Naoke, there is,..." Rhiannon paused slightly as the last of her employees arrived, nodding to the new arrival, she continued what she was saying,"however, I think it's best that everyone get to know one another a little bit first. You all will be working rather closely together and dealing with many sensitive and sometimes dangerous situations. A team is at it's best when knowledge of each individual's strengths,weaknesses and personalities are available. But, I shall be going over that more a bit later, as for now I think it's best that we all sit."

Without taking out her wand or even uttering a spell, three office chairs appeared behind each woman. Rhiannon was quite adept at both wandless and silent spells. Her years as an elite Auror had honed her skills well.
Turning fully now to the newest arrival, Rhiannon smiled pleasantly at Katelyn and said,"You are just in time Ms. Zeta. Please have a seat." She gestured for the young woman to take a seat and waited for the others to follow suit.

Rhiannon chose to ignore Tamariah's last comment for the moment. She would be advised as to what standards she was referring to soon enough.
Standing behind her desk, she placed her hands behind her back and let her intense eyes take in her staff. She kept an amused smile at bay as she thought she definately had an ecclectic crew before her.

Giving a pleasant smile, she said in a clear, strong voice,"Now, first of all, I would like to formerly welcome you all to the Department of Mysteries. It is a testament to your abilities and intelligence that you would all be assigned to the Death Chamber Division. My name is Rhiannon Knight and I will be your Division Head for your time here."

Rhiannon made her way around to the front of her desk,hoping to put those who may be nervous a little at ease. Glancing at the three woman before her, she mentally analized each one. Ms. Naoke, though a bit on the clumsy side, seemed to follow instructions well, respect others and be a hard worker. Ms Kisiri,seemed to be quite adept, a bit aserbic, and a little over confident perhaps. Ms Zeta, seemed to be mildly frazzled, but, was respectful and friendly, and the opposite of Ms Kisiri's over confidence.

Standing up straighter to her full height, Rhiannon decided it would be best to describe herself before asking others to do so."I think it would be in everyone;s best interest to find out a little bit more about each other before I start assigning duties. To be fair, I shall start." Stopping to give a smile she clasped her hands once again behind her back and went on to say,"I of course attended Hogwart's, where I was assigned both Prefect and Head Girl through out. I graduated in the top 5% of my class and was immediately recruited by the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. I served several years as the team leader of a special elite force under Maxmilion Deveraux. My team dealt with, shall we say, very sensitive situations. I am quite adept at many types of spells, including wandless and silent. I am a passable healer and also an animagus." Pausing, Rhiannon made sure to make direct eye contact with each of them so her next words would hold their attention."I consider myself to be fair and competent as a supervisor. I also demand a high quality of work from those who work with me. That means that you respect me and your co-workers at all times. I will not have dissention on my team. There are rules to be followed and any deviance from these will not be tolerated." Gesturing to the center of the room and the raised dais with it's flowing black curtain,"The Veil is off limits at all times. No exceptions. Nothing is to be taken from this chamber, without my authorization. Nothing is to be said about anything that occurs in this chamber, without my authorization. You are now, after all. unspeakables."

Rhiannon waited a minute for all she had said to sink in before turning slightly toward Naoke. With an encouraging smile she said,"Now that we have gotten what I needed to say out of the way, lets hear about all of you. Naoke, would you be so kind as to start? Tell us a little about yourself, and what you feel is your weakest asset and your strongest asset that you bring to this team."

Naoke nodded and took the offered seat without question.

She was slightly surprised to see the way her boss had handled the slightly rude woman, but knew better than to say anything; she knew things were done differently here, though how she wasn't completely sure. Besides, her boss might want to speak with her in private.

She listened intently, not at all surprised that her boss had been an elite Auror before this. She was mildly curious as to what form her boss took when in animagus form, but kept quiet as the woman continued her speech.

She was rather happy to hear that her boss had such high expectations for her team; Naoke would do well here, she thought.

The moment Naoke's name was called, she stood up and bowed, though took a moment to collect her thoughts. Now was the time to be serious and eloquent and show her true worth. There was one thing that always took people by surprise when meeting Naoke: She was a master of adaptation. She could adapt to any situation given enough time (which was usually only about five minutes). Her personality could change at the drop of a hat if need be. Of course, she was still clumsy. That wouldn't change no matter what.

Clearing her throat, Naoke turned her body at enough of an angle that all could see her face. She glanced at everyone in the room and began her own introduction.

"My name is Uwa Naoke," she said. "I'm twenty years old and I come from Japan. I was born in Tokyo and lived there till I was five years old. After I moved to Aomori. In Japan, children are taught at home until they are five and then they attend a school for young wizards before advancing to an academy that teaches the older and more advanced.

"I attended the Young Mage's Academy of Aomori and graduated two years early. I then came here to England for private study, which took up the two years that I would have spent at the Mage's Academy. Upon my return to Japan I attended the Wizard's Academy of Japan. I excelled in all subjects, though I had a bit more trouble in Transfiguration and had to work harder to pass with top grades. I was praised by my Martial Magic instructor and many other instructors as well. Martial Magic is similar to Defense Against the Dark Arts except that it combines martial arts and magic."

She paused to take a breath before continuing.

"In Japan we also are expected to have an understanding of Dark Arts, though we are closely watched even after graduating for obvious reasons. I studied the Dark Arts thoroughly from the time I started at the Wizard's Academy to this very day. I find it interesting and dangerous and have never practised it myself, again, for obvious reasons. Another subject that differs in Japan than from here is Word Magic. The class teaches children the ability to use non-spells as magic. For instance, if I lost my wand and were unable to perform wandless magic, I could easily protect myself by simply saying," and here she switched from English to Japanese, "Protection." She quickly switched back to English. "It's a very difficult branch of magic and very old.

"Also in Japan we were taught non-verbal and wandless magic starting in the second year at the Wizard's Academy." She paused, deep in thought. What else was there...?

"I graduated at the same time as everyone else, though I was capable of graduating earlier. After I finished school, I went into the Japanese Ministry where I worked under Azume Fura in the International Cooperation, Japanese Seats."

She paused again. Now was the important part.

"In Japan, we are taught that weaknesses are bad and traditional Wizarding families do their best to weed out all weakness. My family did this to an extent. I was taught that my weaknesses can be used to my advantage; they can become my strength. Unfortunately, I'm a bit of a daydreamer (though never at work) and my father said it is my greatest weakness because it cannot be turned into a strength. I disagree, but that involves a long explanation. One of my strengths is my inate sense of curiousity. I have a strong thirst for knowledge and figuring things out. Give me something unsolvable and I'll solve it if it kills me.

"Another weakness that no amount of martial arts, dance, or gymnastics could fix is that I am very clumsy. It's not uncommon to see my trip over thin air. I always seem fine while dueling or practising martial arts, but in everyday life walking is very dangerous for me."

She her index to her chin, organising the last of her thoughts. "I'm very good at speaking English, but I know almost nothing about the culture here and it's hard for me to tell when something is a joke or a play on words and when something is literal. I'm also not very social, though I'm friendly. I just prefer books and scrolls. One of my other strengths is that I am very adept at adapting any situation and environment. My old Martial Magic instructor said I was like a chameleon that way and that I had mastered the art of adapting quicker than he did. He thought I should have gone into law enforcement, but as much as I love adventures, I'm more suited to books and mysteries."

Naoke stopped, going over everything. She was sure she'd hit all that was important. She nodded decisively and said a quick, "That's all. Thank you." And bowed respectfully before taking her seat and promptly toppling backwards, chair included.

With her robes around her head, she quickly righted the seat, stood up, adjusted her robes and carefully sat down. "Sorry," she said quickly and sat as straight as if she were wearing a corset.

Rhiannon made a point to give Naoke her undivided attention as she listened to her introduce herself. She was quite interested in hearing about the Japanese ways of wizardry. She smiled at how Naoke put forth a great effort to reply to her instructions.

She had just decided that Naoke would do well here,when the young woman finished and sat only to promptly topple over. Her eyes went wide with concern as she reached Naoke, but she was already righting herself.
"My dear, are you quite alright?"

Naoke blushed lightly, but smiled reasuringly and nodded.

"Yes, boss-san. Thank you. Like I said, I'm clumsy." She laughed nevously, rubbing the back of her head: a nervous habit of hers. "Really, I'm fine. You can continue with the introductions." She nodded at the other two women in the room.

Taking one last look at Naoke to ,make sure she was indeed alright,Rhiannon resumed her place in front of the desk and turned to Ms.Kisiri.

*Ok,well then. Ms Kisiri, if you would be so kind to introduce yourself as well?" Rhiannon politely gave the woman her attention and waited patiently.

Tamariah remained still for a moment, observing her supervisor and co-workers as though she were contemplating something. Suddenly, a change came over her, almost as though she had transformed into another personality entirely. Her cold disposition melted away as a warm and friendly expressison took over her countenance and her formal posture and body language became open and welcoming.

"Certainly, I'd be happy to, Ms. Knight." She nodded politely to her Rhiannon, speaking in her clipped foreign accent and smiling to her co-workers. "As you know, my name is Tamariah Kisiri. I am from Nigeria by way of Egypt. I was educated at Shuleni Hi-Ku-P'tah, in Memphis, Egypt and later attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My career background includes intelligence work for the International Confederation of Wizards as well as the Egyptian wizarding consulate. " All of this information was accessible to anyone reading her resume, so she felt no breach of security in disclosing these few facts. Name, rank, and serial number. Information was power, and Tamariah did not ever like to relinquish more power than was absolutely essential.

She turned her head to address her Division head, her hip-length, silky black hair spilling over her shoulder as she turned, softening her formerly severe appearance. "What I bring to your team is professionalism and competence. Although some may find my approach to be blunt, it is not borne of disrespect. I simply do not waste information or time, as both are irretrievable and limited assets. I have a host of skills, which will reveal themselves as fate dictates, but I believe you hired me for my information management and research skills."

She nodded politely at the group and once again her countenance shifted back into her cool and formal posture and demeanor as she finished speaking.

Rhiannon listened politely as Tamariah spoke,she did not miss however, the change in demeanor, though her outward expression gave no indication as to what she thought of this transformation. Rhiannon's intuition told her that there was much left unsaid about his woman. She would keep her eye on her just in case.

Giving Tamariah a pleasant smile, she said clearly,"Well, very impressive Ms. Kisiri. I'm sure your abilities will be well used here." Nodding her head she then allowed her gaze to fall on the last of her employees.

"Now Ms Zeta, how about you?"

Tamariah waited for what seemed to be an eternity for 'Ms. Zeta' to speak up. What was she, langlocked? Impatiently, she rolled her eyes and sighed, turning to her supervisor.

"I'm sure Ms. Zeta's history is utterly fascinating, so much so that she's apparently tongue-tied. However, I don't think you hired me to play social butterfly, so if you'd instruct me as to my first assignment, I'd like to get to work. Which is what I'm here to do." The Nigerian woman spoke in a clipped, annoyed tone, smiling a small and false smile at Ms. Zeta before returning her cool gaze to her supervisor.

Rhiannon's facial expression remained calm, but her violet eyes turned flinty as she settled her gaze on her outspoken employee. Not saying a word for several seconds, she purposely stared down the other woman making her wait for a response.

Finally she spoke in a slightly lower tone than her normal voice and said slowly as if she was talking to a petulant child,"My dear,Ms Kisiri,do show the respect to others that they have shown you. You are showing a lack of patience that troubles me. And, I shall be handing out assignments shortly. I have a meeting with the Department Head that I must attend..."Glancing at the clock"...in...My! About 10 minutes."

Rhiannion turned swiftly and returned to stand behind her desk. Glancing up she gave Ms. Zeta an appologetic smile, "Ms Zeta, I am sorry to cut this short, we shall finish another time." She was about to go on when an inter-office memo flew in and landed on her desk. "Hmmm.. Excuse me please.."

Reading the memo quickly, she walked around the desk and approached Ms Zeta. Handing her the memo, she whispered in her ear and then watched as the young girl took off down the hall.

With a look of concern upon her face,Rhiannon returned to behind her desk and said,"Well, it would seem that for the time being, it will be just the three of us." Rhiannon did not elaborate on the reason for Ms. Zeta's sudden departure.

"Now.Where was I? Ah,yes. While I am at the meeting I will need the two of you to work together and retrieve some dossiers from the Death Chamber's records vault." Waving her hand toward a long hallway a simple black door immediately opened. "In there you will find what you are looking for. But, I warn you this task is not as easy as it may seem."

Rhiannon, hid a small smile as she led the two girls to the records vault. Pushing open the door, they were met with a daunting sight indeed. Piles upon piles of folders lay strewn about, many in disarray. It was hard to tell where one pile ended and another began.

Her face had become serious as she turned back to the two women. "Now you see the extent of work before us to get this Division back into order." Glancing again at the time, Rhiannon went on quickly, "For now I need you both to straighten this mess out, I want everything in a proper alphabatized filing arrangment. I have to go or I shall be late for the meeting. I expect a fair amount of progress to be done by the time I get back." Giving them both an encouraging smile, she turned to leave but stopped at the door to say in a somewhat amused tone, "Oh and by the way, did I mention that magic does not work in this room? It is warded for the protection of the information cantained with in it, so I'm sorry to say you will have to make do in a muggle like manner. Good luck!" And with that she was gone, swiftly walking out of the chamber and towards Elijah Wright's office.

Uwa Naoke really didn't like people who disrespected their superiors. Perhaps it was because in Japan she had been raised to respect them, or that she came from a traditional Pureblooded Japanese family. Whatever the reason, she didn't like them and the more she was around her co-worker, her dislike grew.

Her expression went from open to closed off and serious and she remained tight lipped as she was given instructions.

In all honesty, Naoke loved organizing things and she never bothered using magic to do so. She was a bit of a neat-freak in that respect. If something was out of order, be it colour, alphabet, or size, she would gladly fix it. She did it in public places, at home, at work... anywhere there was disorganization.

She smiled to herself and entered the room, glancing back briefly at her co-worker. She picked up a file and glanced at the name. It belonged in the M section, which of course they would have to find or make. Oh, this was going to be a challenge and she was going to have so much fun.

She picked up a stack of files and set them aside so she could rearrange the fallen ones and then look through to see where everything went.

Elijah threw open the door and strolled into the Death Chamber, nodding seriously to the employees as he passed. This room was one of his favorites, so visiting it was almost a joy.

"Miss Knight?" Elijah asked, searching the dim room for her outline. "Are you available?"

He stood tall slowly walked towards the stone archway, looking closer to see where she was.

Naoke glanced up as a man walked briskly into the chamber. At the moment, she was inside the side room with her co-worker.

His voice drifted to her and she stepped out, pausing in her work.

"Aa, su-- I mean, excuse me, sir, are you looking for Knight-san? She left a short while ago for a meeting with the Department Head. If you'd like I could tell her you stopped by," she said, bowing her head repsectfully.

"Hmm," he nodded seriously. "That does intrigue me as I am the Department Head. We'd had an appointment; I must've missed her. Let her know Elijah Wright stopped by."

With that said, he turned and strode back out of the room; he had one more division to visit before he could call it quits for the day.

Ava walked into the room nervously as this was her first day. She looked around. What exactly was she to do?

"I don't mind too much," she said as she entered her new workplace, "It was just unexpected is all. Not everyone expects to see brains as they open a door."

As she walked by the threshold she did feel slightly different. This must have been what he was talking about. "This place is so dull," she complained, "Is there no other lighting we could introduce to the place... spruce it up. Maybe some scents? Lavender is lovely."

"Erm, so what shall I be doing?" she asked, still rather unsure what the specifics of the job was.

"Scents?" he scoffed, the shook his head. He could only hope she was kidding.

He led her to the center of the room, near the archway. There were a few dead bodies sitting in the corner, which, luckily, she hadn't noticed yet. At least he had the opportunity to point them out before she realized they were there. After her reaction to the Brain Room, he wasn't quite sure if she had the stomach for a job like this, but she did say she didn't mind, as long as it wasn't thrown on her.

"Well," he said, looking around for the Division Head that couldn't be found. "I think they're currently ... well ... working on extracting brains. You should probably get a work robe and a razor. You'll want to shave their heads first, use some of that special potion for sanitation, and proceed to cut open the skull to remove their brains ... I do believe I need to find your Head so she can give you more detailed instruction ... hmm."

He shifted from foot to foot, showing he was ready to leave. He needed to return to his office to work on the official report for the Locked Room catastrophe. All he could do now is hope she could handle the division, or, more so, that the division could handle her.

"With all due respect, I do not appreciate the scoffing of my ideas Mr Wright," Crystal said all classy, "Scents would make this work environment far more appealing than the smell of death..."

She stepped down and gazed at the archway in awe. What a fascinating mechanism. Mr. Wright made sure to point out the corspes so she wouldn't be surprised yet again - what a dreadful look they had on their faces. "Mr. Wright, I do hope the families of these corpses have given their permission for such experimentation," her ethical side was brought out.

"I think I get the jist of the job, it can't be too hard, or let us hope not," she smiled. "I take it once I have the brains I take it to the brain room?"

After he had answered her questions she concluded their meeting with, "You better get back to that handsome man in your office. He might be growing impatient by now," she looked down at her watch, "Just don't be surprised if this place smells of lavender when you return." She winked.

"Ahh, of course they have," he said, avoiding her eyes to look at the bodies once more. "But you must also know, Mrs. Zitsburg, we only take the finest brains, in hopes to extract memories and studies important events throughout time ... and then other things, though not as important. But yes, take them and drop them off there once you're done; they'll appreciate new minds to look into."

When she mentioned leaving, he let out a short sigh of relief. He wasn't sure just how much more of her intense peppiness he could handle. "Ah, good luck," He nodded politely, praying silently she wouldn't really perfume the air, then left the room to return to his office.

Jack continued to walk down the corridor until he heard a familiar voice.
Opening the door to te death chamber jack stood face to face with Ms Zitsburg and Mr Wright.
"oh I'm sorry intrude, but Mr Wright I've been trying to locate you, I am still yet to discuss my position down here in level nine, would it be possible to arrange a meeting with you" Jack said addressing him.
Turning to Crystal Jack smiled, He said also had a soft spot for her, never said anything of course but seen her around quite a bit.
looking around the room jack turned his nose up.
" this is a bit gloomily wouldn't you say" jack said trying his best to make conversion.

"Oh, of course," Elijah said, not quite sure what exactly the man wanted to discuss about his job. "Send me an owl or stop by my office; I'm set to have a few meetings today."

He nodded politely to the man then left the room, eager to get away from a new scent that smelled oddly like lavender.

Just before Mr Wright made his leave (eventually), a cute little boy walked into the room. He looked about twelve and not even Crystal was that sick. They conversed about something she really wasn't interested in and then exited.

Time for work.

First things first, she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a rather magnificent looking perfume bottle. She began spraying the surrounding area, hoping the air would carry the scent to the edges.

"Now," she said, trying to make herself more comfortable surrounded by these corpses. Obviously talking to herself was the answer.

She strolled off to a nearby cupboard and found what she was looking for: appropriate clothing. She hoped they washed these bloody things on a regular basis.

Just in case they didn't, she pulled on a pair of gloves first before trying on the apron for size (it fitted of course). However, after inspection of herself in her pocket sized-grow-mirror, she discovered her apron had been put on backwards. "Guh! This is not going to be a good day."

Layla's fingers gently curled around the doorknob to her new workplace. When the door clicked open, she could feel her heart beating, in excitement or nervousness, she wasn't sure, but what ever it was it sure made her hand shake slightly.

Notcing a group of people, she walked up to a woman, who looked as if she knew a lot about everything.
"Uhum, excuse me, sorry to but in. I'm new." She said, her tone a bit shaky.

A new person walked into the room. The room of the lavender smelling corpses... and they strolled up to her and began speaking. Crystal looked around the place and there was very few people to be in sight, the girl must be talking to her.

"Erm, I'm new here too," maybe this could be her new work friend? or buddy? or whatever these younger kids called it now adays. Why would anyone want to be hanging about with a forty-odd something old woman!? "But I can teach you what we have to do... just the basics. I haven't really done it properly myself."

"Let's go get you some gloves and an apron. This is bound to be messy," she led the girl over to the wardrobe. "Do you like the scent of lavendar? Did it myself. The other smell was just horrendous for working in, I tell you."

"Lavender?" The question threw Layla off guard. She'd been wearing lavender perfume so couldn't sense the change in amount. As she took out a pair of gloves and an apron, she permitted herself a small giggle of nervousness.
The smell was much worse? For a moment, she wondered why she hadn't gone for another department.

"I'm happy with the basics." She admitted with a smile, "I guess we can learn together." She held out a gloved hand to the woman,
"Layla Caster." It was meant as a introduction, but sort of came out as a statement.