Solo Time to work [Job]

[Ilhor Skyglow]

Time to work Fall 6, 512 AV After the explosion of emotions, and unusual creative freedom, that lead to the Hope Sculpture, Ilhor has relapsed back to his usual, perfectionist self, which was, as ever, most evident in how he worked. He has only been working at the Aurora Showcase for less than a month, and most of his assignments were still trivial, yet he couldn’t let himself produce anything less than perfect. He took days making, and remaking, many times from scratch, sculptures that should have been finished in a matter of hours. He only eventually submitted his works when his immediate supervisor, Dan Skyglow, started interpreting his delays as a sign of incompetence. After this month of triviality ended, his first real assignment was at hand. Dan entered his room loudly, opening the door without knocking. His plump, round face was redder than usual, and if it wasn’t for the big smirk on his face and the close proximity of his room to Dan’s, Ilhor might have interpreted it as a sign of exhaustion, like someone would get from climbing too many stairs. Without even waiting for Ilhor to face him, Dan began talking, in an evidently ironic tone “So, Ilhor, your first real thing's here. Try not to waste the whole year making it”, and immediately threw a big roll of paper towards Ilhor, who has barely managed to turn around in his chair to face him. Without waiting another second, Dan turned his back and left the room, whistling loudly as he walked down the corridor. Oh, the Injustice! Ilhor’s face turned red with anger, his muscles tensing immediately, his whole body ready to dash after Dan, his hands ready to… “Oh my, calm down”, he said, too loudly, like talking to another person. These rage outbursts were not uncommon for Ilhor, and most of the time they ended up very badly. And now he just couldn’t allow anything to ruin this job opportunity, which he needed so desperately much. Ilhor threw his head backwards, firmly closed his eyes, and squeezed them with his fingers, trying to shake away his anger as if it was a throbbing headache. After a moment or two, he slowly opened them again and lifted his head, turning it towards the roll of paper on the floor. He looked at it blankly, trying to recall how it ended up on the floor, but he just couldn’t. Actually, he realized he had no recollection of what happened between Dan leaving and him deciding not to run after him… Slowly, almost delicately, he lifted the paper and unrolled it, to reveal a complex schematic of an entablature, with a detailed drawing of a frieze, complete with measurements and short instructions. “Well, now that’s something”, Ilhor said enthusiastically. In a moment, his anger was gone, and his mind was still again, ready to focus at work.