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  When it comes to the job of inspecting people, to the humming quiet drone of grunt’s and his lesser’s staffing the run-down auditorium made of brickwork and stone, it was not a inspirational job in the slightest, the auditorium wa a circur construction of stone that surrounds a epicenter of interest, there was two entrances leading inside, and two entrances leading outside, all of this was run-down, the construction was made during the Age Of Enlightenment and that has long since passed.

  The people who built these have went away, their knowledge taken with them, leaving their descendant’s to build on what exist and leave what doesn’t work behind, like discarding trash from a beautiful artwork, it is sometimes not obvious what the splotches of paint nor what remained after years of age and decay.

  Auditor Johansson, one of the rare many to be Named, was in the center of this auditorium, His job? Auditing people, to comb through the veritable spew and vomit of flesh and pedestrian’s for the people who have the potential to be something more than the rabble, more than the unnamed masses— not that people knew, to be exact, the distinction between the Named and the Unnamed as it has been coined by schor’s of the Academies, The difference was subtle yet stark in their meaning.

  A Named was to be writ in the stars, their existence foretold by the appearance of a new shining sparkle that dots the bnket of the night sky, A Unnamed was merely another fading dark that was swallowed by their more, and slightly shinier cousin, often, A Named is accompanied by something else, a sort of herald, during the age of King Aurelius, His reign was foretold by the quaking of the earth, and ever since the schors linked the strange anomalous event’s happening with the advent of important people of history, there was a distinction ever since, kept in secrecy, and clothed in swaddled misleading truth’s.

  A auditor job like His was….noble, glorious, his job was to sort through the rabble and find who was The Named One’s, but at the same time it was, horridly, horridly bnd and dry, it’s much like searching for a needle in a haystack really, possible, just a lot of tedium and repetitive action’s—

  “Next!”

  He calls out as the grunts shuffled along the test of the crowd before him away.

  The faceless crowd before him shuffled forth again, and again, he wrote their names, he asked them questions, he inquired of any strange happening’s, once again, he called out to the grunts to push the test men and women in the front away, he had no needs for fakes to mingle with the real articles, the faceless crowd before him shuffled forth again, and again, he wrote their names, he asked their questions, and he called out to the grunts before he was faced with something that caught his eye.

  A particurly grimy woman, and a bulky man, the former was…springy, willowy in shape, tall and somewhat gangly in a way that only a grown female adult can be after nursing a child, somewhat strange in shape, the tter was a muscur man, his neck etched with a circle crossed out with a X.

  “Your names for the record”

  It was recited, it was routine.

  She answered something or the other, he wrote down her name, the man spoke something or the other, he wrote down the man’s name as well, they weren’t particurly important to his job right now, not yet at the very least, but then something tickled his interest when he asked a simple question and the woman shuffled on the ball of her heels.

  “Has your child been any strange tely? Somewhat smarter than normal? Maybe a little stronger than children’s his age?”

  The woman shuffles on her heels.

  “Yes, Auditor, She’s been—“ A girl then “—strange, ever since her birth, always a bit…off?” Mmn, Natal Psychosis or something truly strange to behold? Johansson taps the remainder of his sharpened charcoal pen and nods for herr to continue along, there was something tickling his intuition jussttt the right way with this one, something like a quarry in fact.

  “Continue”

  Taking that as her cue, the woman continued, the man watched in that silent off way that was a little too still and silent to be natural, never interjecting despite the subject matter being debated.

  “Ah, yes, well…she’s, observant, has always been—“ A inhale of air, minorly strangled “—smart? I would put it like that, ah, she’s been somewhat…too smart? I was never learned in the arts, my husband is, but my daughter, she’s—“ a forceful exhale of air that clench her throat “—…not normal, she isn’t, she wouldn't be, I can’t tell for the life of me why she isn’t, but she just, isn’t!”

  He puts up his hand,

  “Deep breaths, Miss, deeply, calm down and then continue”

  “Ah, yes, thank you…I was meaning, My daughter, she’s somewhat odd, somewhat strange, sometimes she understands concepts nobody’s ever told her, sometimes she answers questions in strange ways” The women shudders, hands curling around her shoulders in a somewhat crass manner as her fingers gripped at her arms and she curls in on herself before she continued, “Is…that all? Auditor?”

  Johansson contemptes, yes, that, would indeed be all, he has managed to acquire a potential lead for a Named that isn’t simply a hoax or a popurity ploy made by parents and people who have nary a idea what exactly a Named is, but he could plumb further for more information, or maybe none at all, he considers, and eventually answers again after writing down on the parchment with his charcoal.

  “That would be all, you’re free to leave now, miss and sir’s”

  The man and women was escorted by the grunts, Johansson, makes a mental note to return tomorrow.