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  1. #1
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    Philomel's Avatar

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    Philomel van der Aart (+ Veridian)
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    The Interview (for DD and others who want to join - PM me please)

    Nighttime.

    The marks of the war scored through the city like festering wounds, exposed to the elements and bare for corruption and pain. It would take some time to heal, and when those wounds did it would be as ugly, dark scars. Some other, more unaffected parts of the city, would try to lend aid akin to an antibody, but when one has been harmed by both a sudden seige and then a natural disaster … agony reigns king.

    Ash was still raining from the sky. Though no where near as vehemently as it had done the first few days of Ashfall. It came as a gentle drizzle, filling the air as a mist, and then settling with quiet. Trees, bare, which had hurt most by the events of the last few weeks, shimmered under a light burden of silvery flakes. A dog scratched at the scraps he had been left. A child drew pictures in the grey snow with a long stick.

    Philomel sighed. And turned away from the window. Radasanth was still not well, and she suspected that despite all the good that was happening in the city - all the rebuilding projects, replanting, religious ceremonies and food banks opening - it would take years for her city to gain back to its former glory. In a way her people, both the city folk themselves and her women of the Gilded Lily, were resilient, yet they had all suffered in the horror. She had tried to lead them to victory, but in part that had been a failure. Tylmerande was still held by the Brotherhood, despite the plans to liberate it into itself as a city state. The Brotherhood still existed, even if Shinsou had given his word of loyalty to the Gilded Lily in a strange turn of fate. Things were strange, painful to think of, and breathtaking all at once. Life wouldn't be the same for some time.

    But, as all things are - sometime needed to Skye that it could go on.

    The faun Matriarch lifted up her chin and rolled back her muscular shoulders, By the door of the small but finely furnished study one of her five bodyguards, known as the Gilded Quint, or simply the Quint, had taken up residence. A short dwarf of a swordswoman: strong, proud and tough with the name of Gun'hildr. Upon seeing Philomel turn away from the window she stood up straighter, and gave a salute with her sword arm.

    "Ma'am?"

    "Where is Veridian?" The faun asked, speaking of her fox-form earth-spirit soul-twin.

    Gun'hildr blinked before smiling slightly. "With the first interviewee, Ma'am. Taking stock of him or her."

    Interviewees. Ah yes. Philomel had had many Radasanth residents coming to her in recent days, those who had lost everything. Some came to beg for charity, some wanted to use her influence. Others simply wanted a good word, or a place to sleep, or someone to sleep with (the latter Philomel could definitely arrange, the Gilded Lily as it was primarily based in brothels, even after years of expanding from a simple business). And more wanted a job. Thus, the Matriarch had set about using her contacts to set up aid and trust, her most loyal in charge of distributing funds. And Philomel herself …

    Why only the most promising would be brought to her. For an interview of a life time.
    *admin at your service*

    Matriarch of the Gilded Lily and of its brothels, associated establishments and the army.

    Characters:
    The family triplet: Philomel, Vaeron and Celandine.
    The god and kenku triplet: Stare, Avin and Vixen.
    The Primordials: Professor Charles and Moros.

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    DarkDelights's Avatar

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    the Witch
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    She adjusted the angle of her head ever so slightly to the left, trying to garner some sort of leverage, but only managed to tip over the giant onyx mop of a bun in which she wore her hair. Her opponent had some sort of unfair advantage. It was no ordinary animal, or she would have won already. She was sure of it.

    Brilliant eyes of emerald green – if a little bloodshot – locked with the soulful, wise eyes of the fox in a contest of wills, neither blinking or all would be lost.

    The fox mirrored her effort, tipping its head to the right, also ever so slightly.

    “Oh-ho! So that's how it is then?” the Witch challenged. It was on.

    One foot, clad in a lightweight black sneaker whose laces were untied, rose from the marble floor onto the antique wooden bench in the waiting area. She pressed herself into her raised knee and wrapped her arms around her shin, and rested her chin. Her appearance was sloven, with a pair of elastic-cuffed, baggy black track pants rolled up to the knee, and a similarly coloured tank-top which struggled to contain her figure without the aid of a bra. It was almost unheard of that her glamour manifested without make-up, let alone without a fully coordinated outfit detailed and planned out to maximize her voluptuous appearance, yet there she was, looking as if she had just woken up from a week long bender.

    She had a rule.

    Anyone worth working for will see through the veneer of appearances to the value beneath. Or something like that. She wasn't totally sure, as she had just made up the rule a half hour prior when she spied the recruitment poster in the window of the upscale building and whimsy led her to apply for a position in the Gilded Lady. Or, the Golden Lily. Something to that effect. She had been seated in the vast entry hall along with a few other ladies, all of whom seemed much more sure of their purpose there, as none of them were currently having a staring contest with a stray fox.

    “You're not going to win. I've been popping some sort of amphetamines since yesterday at noon and I've transcended the need to blink.” To accentuate the point, a small vial of white pills rattled as her dexterous fingers with chipped, black fingernails popped the cork and dabbed a pair of the tablets into her palm. The Witch fired the pills into her mouth. She crunched noisily with her mouth open, then smiled gruesomely, white paste coating her teeth and tongue.

    The fox laughed in a high-pitched titter.

    “Aha! You blinked! Loser!” the Witched jabbed her index finger aggressively through the air at the woodland beast. “I win! Suck-it you little asshole!”

    The fox tittered again, and the Woman in Black was pretty confident it had understood every word she said. At least it thought she was funny. She planted her foot back on the floor and sharply jerked her head, which sent her poofy bun bounding back into place, and snapped her sunglasses off her forehead and onto the bridge of her nose.

    It was then she noticed that the other pledges were regarding her with slacked jaws.

    “Hooolllly fuck, how long is this going to take? Hey, is this a whorehouse? What kind of place holds their interviews at night? Do any of you know what this job actually is? No? Whatever, I'll wing it.”
    Last edited by DarkDelights; 04-23-2020 at 12:53 PM.

  3. #3
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    Philomel's Avatar

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    Philomel van der Aart (+ Veridian)
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    There is one here who stares, Veridian mused as he gazed at the young woman before him. He spoke it is his mind, directly to Philomel, who waited in the room beyond.

    He liked her eyes. Strong, vivid, a gorgeous green. She held his gaze with the steadiness of a master sailor in a storm, with unwavering commitment and soul. When he dared to blink she seemed to claim that she had won. It made him laugh, gave him joy, and for him definitely marked her out as a unique individual. Someone to look out for.

    In the ornate marbled waiting room several ladies and older girls sat, some having come here on a whim, others knowing much about the Gilded Lily. They had passed an initial test of 'could they write their name' and a brief, if rude, pre-screening by an admin assistant. Some of the applicants would be led right to the back gate, never too be offered a position in the Lily again, and others ended up here, in waiting rooms like these. Ready to be called upon, to be interviewed by one of the most powerful individuals in the city.

    Or one of her underlings. Philomel couldn't interview them all herself. Though she'd try.

    What? Veridian received as a confused answer. Girl here. She's funny.

    Funny? Beloved,I don't need funny, Philomel sounded annoyed. I need useful, I need strong, I need-

    I like her, the fox decided, stretching to his small black paws. He picked up his tail and began to trot over to the young woman, who now was complaining about this place being a brothel. Goodness was she in for a surprise.

    Veridian let the end of his thick tail brush the been of her foot, and then he chittered to her, nodding towards the door that led to Philomel.

    Ugh, his soul's partner groaned, not ever wanting to disappoint, or be seen to change her mind. Veridian had already started the invitation, and so ...

    Ugh. She cursed him as she rushed to take a seat behind the large wooden desk, and arrange the papers neatly to try to look organised.

    Veridian laughed as he began to try to lead his favourite with the green eyes to Philomel's door. The room was filled with merry chittering.
    *admin at your service*

    Matriarch of the Gilded Lily and of its brothels, associated establishments and the army.

    Characters:
    The family triplet: Philomel, Vaeron and Celandine.
    The god and kenku triplet: Stare, Avin and Vixen.
    The Primordials: Professor Charles and Moros.

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