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Meet the Team
The day is peaceful. The sky is blue, the wind is calm, the air is warm, and the waiting room is dull. Peaceful, yet ultimately unfulfilling muzak plays faintly in the silence as four individuals sit in well-padded chairs, all uniform in design. They await their names to be called in for an interview with a representative of the prestigious Ainsworth noble family.
The waiting room itself is well decorated; bright, stylized rugs and polished windows give the darkwood floors a contrasting display. A secretary sits at a desk quietly scratching away a the paper in front of her. While these near strangers sit amongst themselves, the gardens receive an old visitor…
Lanliss looks around the room for the umpteenth time. "Hello" He says to everyone. "So, are you here for the same reason as me?"
That depends why are you here? Hello, I am Abel A silvery skinned fish like person, smiling holding out his hand. He is dressed in deep blues, bandages wrapped around his hands.
Lanliss shakes Abels hand
"Let's say.. A job interview, my name is Lanliss"
Lanliss grins disarmingly.
She walked through the halls, grumbling to herself under her breath. The tram ride here was less than ideal, and her boot was still sticky from... whatever it was.
She opened the door to the waiting room, using both hands, then spreading them in a wide gesture meant to make an entrance, but upon second thoughts, seemed forced. She quickly shrunk under the weight of her own gesture, then waved to the room. "Hello, I'm Gwynn." She said, taking a seat where it's first available. She whistled at the room. "This room is more expensive than everything I own, combined."
Used to big, airy buildings from her time at the monastery, Serephina wasn't over awed by the building. Her bare feet brushed against the wood as she stretched a little, the glowing tattoos that covered most of her body flaring briefly on her feet and arms as she moved. "Hello Gwynn. Hi Abel. Nice to meet you Lanliss." The young healer bowed her head to each in turn. "I'm Seraphina. Nice to meet you all."
"Nice to meet you too." Lanliss says.
Some group we got here. Gotta wonder what we all have in common. Just what was the interviewer going for here, hmm? Gwynn said, looking over everyone. She tapped her fingers against the armrest. Cozy little place, eh?
"Yeah, what do we have in common"
Lanliss looks around again, this time he notices the expensive furniture. he whistles. "How can they afford this stuff?"
Greetings Abel says to both Gwynn and Seraphina, It is rather extravagant is it not? I suppose we will find out eventually why we are needed The man stands up arms folded behind his back walking around the room curiously
The calm chatter continues as an attendant emerges from the doorway past the desk, he speaks up.
Abel? The rather short man asks, calling for the first interview.
As Abel is escorted down the elaborately decorated hallway, he reaches a more simple door at the end, merely well constructed wood, with frosted glass panes showing a figure with their head bowed. As he enters, the man at the desk gets up to greet his guest and extends his hand.
It is nice to meet you, Abel, My name is Bishop. Care to have a seat?
Yet, the sight of Morganna leaning from the gazebo clashed with the view. The bright red, regal dress she wore contrasted the growing amount of brown in sight. She greets Azrael with a smile.
You showed up. Good. For both of us.
It is nice to meet you Gwynn, My name is Bishop. Please. He pulls out the chair opposite his desk.
It is nice to meet you, Lanliss, My name is Bishop. I must extend my apologies about the mess, please take a seat.
It is nice to meet you Seraphina, My name is Bishop. Please excuse the mess, He pulls out the chair opposite his desk.
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Azrael returned the smile and gave a swift bow to Morganna.
"You are as beautiful as ever, Milady... I can't help but wonder why after all this years. I'm al ears, Morganna... and I'm glad to be back, even if sometimes we clashed. No place like home, isn't it?."
He looks at the gazebo and the nback to her.
"Shall we sit or you prefer to walk as we chat?" and he offers his arm.
"hello Bishop." lanliss murmurs "what happened here"
The Festival is coming in a weeks time you know. How much do you know about it?
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He lets a sincere laugh at the mention of her age "I'm sorry Morganna, I was talking about the others and me clashing, but I'm honest when I say you were a beautiful girl that grew into a beautiful woman Hahahaha!"
As they sit he looks over the garden The family always cared with passion about appearances... but beauty isn't all that counts
"I know enough to tell that it's a parade, another way to wrestle power to other houses and to get rid of problems without getting into "clan wars"... but not much. I didn't have time to learn about the Festival. So go ahead, explain me as if I knew nothing... because I suspect there is more to know, isn't it?."
Can you keep a secret?
Gwynn sits down across from bishop, crossing her legs and leaning back into her chair.
"You look familiar, mate." She said. "I've definitely seen your face before. You been on many magazines?" She asked.
She touched her fingertips together.
"So, who'r the other blokes? She asked. "An' what am I doin' here?"
Well, well, full of questions aren't we? I understand, The other folks in the lobby are- He looks away for a moment, squinting briefly before a moment of comprehension dawns on his face.
Oh! I know what you're referring to. Yes, well, Lady Morganna felt that I should take part in some sort of, in her words "recreational" activity. she suggested model photography. I drew the line at the mention of the small swimsuits. It had it's upsides, I suppose. My closet is rather full now. He doesn't appear to be in especially trending clothing at the moment, a very basic set of clothing denoting his allegiance is all he wears at the moment.
But enough about me. The other individuals in the lobby right now will be colleagues of yours soon enough. So I hope anyway. We at the Ainsworth house would like you to join us for the duration of the Festival of the Damned. In employment of a particular kind.
At this point in time, Abel, Lanliss and Seraphina hear the doors open. Into the waiting room walks a surly-faced creature, noticeably deformed. The towering thing's eyes are wide as he bellows out the words
WHERE IS HE?! At the front desk mentioned previously. The woman sitting behind it responds flatly with, In his office. keeping her eyes on her work. The large creature storms off in the direction of the other interviewee's.
The woman exchanges glances with a worker nearby who had been walking in as the exchange ended. She nods in the same direction, he then leaves.
Lanliss raises an eyebrow "what was that about?"
If anybody has Know: Local, they may be able to find out.
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"I need to know who will I be working with and what's our House goal in all of this. You know what I am: a Paladin of the Old Lord. I sheperd, I care and I reap... but I need to know why I do any of those things." he looks straight into Morganna's eyes to try and discern if what she will tell him is true or not "But I will gladly help you if you convince me I'm following the right path." he finish with a small and serious smile.
You needn't worry about the others we've searched out, Bishop is speaking with them at the moment.
Bishop gives a small laugh at the thought. No, no. No titles I'm afraid. Merely what happens when one lets an eight year old who happens to like chess name someone. Now that's enough about me. We at the Ainsworth house would like you to join us for the duration of the Festival of the Damned. In employment of a particular kind.
Hmm, Ogre don't see those around very often
Festival of the Damned, isn't that funny He chuckles a bit, What kind of work is needed
No noticing anything the music, Serephina bowed slightly. "Nice to meet you. I am Serephina Drakyos. No problem with the mess." Settling, she added, "So...what can you do tell me?"
Serephina watched as the large creature stormed into the office. "O...K..."
That's weird... what' up with the music...
Too bad, would have read that magazine. Gwynn quips, at the same time, watching the man's expressions intently.
Employment, eh? I like the sound of that. Tell me more, luv. She said, trying to sound cool, but inside, she was bursting with anticipation. Finally, someone noticed her skillset.
She hears something go on outside. The hell... She muttered, craning her neck over towards the door.
His words are abruptly cut off by a violent coughing fit. Bishop pulls out a purple handkerchief before continuing.
Pardon me-Secondly, that you remain tightlipped about the events in question. There are manifold reasons why, and I’d be happy to explain them in detail at some later date. For now though, simply understand that every house scrutinizes the movements of others.
I must warn you ahead of time that this would be exceedingly dangerous work. We would ask two things of you. First, that you represent us during events held within Calweld over the course of the- He looks away from Gwynn, over to the shadow now looming in the doorway. Soon, a large creature enters without knocking. Hideous, it speaks angrily.
The hell is all a this?! You think I’d just forget about my money?
Now, now Jorn. Please. He raises his right hand and gestures to Gwynn. We have company right now.
I must ask what are the detail of what i will be doing? Second are you well? coughing like that is quite dangerous.
"So, what am I here for?"
To start, for this coming week we'd ask you and the others I am interviewing to investigate the use of a factory. as of now, I can't give you more information. For the simple fact that I do not know more details myself. Further information would come from Lady Morganna. And of course, if you choose to decline our offer, such information would not be safe.
We must ask two things of you. First, that you represent us during events held within Calweld over the course of the Festival. Secondly, we must ask that you remain silent about the events in question. While in the public eye at any rate. There are manifold reasons why, and I’d be happy to explain them in detail at some later date. For now though, simply understand that every house scrutinizes the movements of others.
Gwynn looks at Bishop's hand, then into his eye. Forgive me for inquiring, but is there something wrong with your hand? It isn't moving.
Once the Ogre walked in, Gwynn did her best not to jump. Angry ogres were not in the job description, were they?
Calming herself and keeping her breath steady, Gwynn said, in her most soothing register. "Jorn, hun. That's no way for a gentleman to act in front of a lady." She stroked two clawed fingers down her cheek. Why don't we calm down and have a seat? This is something I'm sure we can handle in a quiet, dignified manner.
Alright. Fine. How about this? I got some prior business. I'll go first with the twig over here. Jorn moves in front of a seat next to Gwynn.
Bishop: I'm glad you decided to act politely. It's a good look on you. But you know you were unsuccessful by the standards we outlined. Killing the villagers guard dog is wildly out of line.
Jorn: Like hell, I'm buying that! Thing bit me! You said we "weren't to injure or harass the population while we searched" A dog ain't a villager! We found yer damn rocks. Gimme my gold. Now. Or else. He leans over the desk as he finishes talking. Bishops eyes water as he leans back, the why of the matter is of little mystery. He glances very briefly at Gwynn.
Poor dog. Was her first thoughts.
She looked over the ogre, trying to get a fix for him.
She turned to Jorn and smiled. Now, Jorn, I'm sure this is something that can be handled at a later date. Gwynn said, crossing her legs. It's a fine day out there, let's not ruin it with business.
" Hazardous how?"
It's understood i will not kill nor harm innocents, yes? Monster's and demons are one thing, but other people i will not kill. Lord Soriel lead me here to "save those who are damned", I am still learning what it means myself, however killing will not solve this. Assuming your boss is okay with this, i shall lend my abilities.
Oblivious to the issues with the hand, Serephina nodded. "Helping to settle the dead is my Mistress' command. I've heard nothing especially bad about this house. I don't understand the need for secrecy, but if you assure me it's necessary...I'll agree, under the condition that it does not involve going against my Mistress' will."
You get til the end of the day, hear me? If I don’t get my money by then, this buildings burning to the ground. Ya know what happens to people who try an’ rip me off?
Bishop: I have a better question. Have you heard the lead wind howl?
Jorn: Wha-
Bishop: Oh don’t worry about it. Please then, if I could just finish with the kind, very patient lady, I’ll join you momentarily. He offers Jorn a key, who then accepts.
That key is to the room just to the left of this one. Please wait there.
With that he leaves the room.
I'm sorry about all of that. Jorn can be a bit overbearing. And unreliable. I'm surprised you were able to talk him down. Thats a skill I admire.
Gwynn thinned her eyes at Bishop. Lead wind? She asked.
She fixates her eyes on the door, looking for anything more unusual that might mark it as odd, fixated on any magical aspects.
[b]Best fights are won with words. Though I'm good enough in a fight, I'd rather not have to bloody myself if it's not the only opportunity present.
I suppose you haven't worked in politics then. Words have a way of going in circles that lead to nowhere. Now, where were we? Danger... represent the house... right. Next, we ask that you remain tight-lipped while in public in regards to our activities over the festival. Simple security reasons, those. For this coming week we'd ask you and the others I am interviewing to investigate the use of a factory. Further information would come from Lady Morganna.