Ruana jogged up the stairs and wandered around the second floor. She passed by a door with an official look, much like the reception room. ‘Is this the manager?’ She heard some muffled voices inside and decided it would be best to come back later.
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Ruana jogged up the stairs and wandered around the second floor. She passed by a door with an official look, much like the reception room. ‘Is this the manager?’ She heard some muffled voices inside and decided it would be best to come back later.
Demogorgon took the form and filled it out with his alias name and information of his last victim. Then he passed it back to the old bag.'The better things I could be doing right now,' he thought with contempt.
"Here you go im sure everything is satisfactory can I start now?"
Mr. Turner noticed that the other man was getting inpatient. His lips turned into a thin line. The man was either unfamiliar with how to get a job or he had a problem with authority, either way it was a clear minus in Mr. Turner’s mind. The man better proved himself useful or he wouldn’t get the job. That was that. He took the form and read through it briefly. He would do a deeper analysis at another time.
“Just a few questions; Do you have any earlier experience with security measures? Can you take in a situation and solve it in the best way possible, without excessive violence? How’re you around people? Please answer truthfully. If I think you are the right man for the job then I’ll hire you for a novitiate. If you do a good work we can look into a permanent employment,” Mr. Turner asked.
He thought for a moment before answering, it seems that the man was getting annoyed with him mutual feelinghe thought. But he should try to get on friendly terms to get the job. He smiled.
"Yes now that you mention it I do. I was contracted to provide security for several Russian army bases in Chechnya during the second war. I have my fair share of security experience. Yes to your second question, I use the safest method to solve problems, I do not allow anger or any other emotions interfere with my Job. As for your last one yes I am personable, as much as the job requires. He finshed and waited for the mans response
Mr. Turner gave Mr. Grey a stern look and chewed on his lips. The man certainly had the competence but something didn't feel right. He shifted the papers in his hand before returning his gaze to the man on the other side.
"Sounds good. OK, I'll hire you, for the time being. If you do a good job you have a good chance to being hired permanently," Mr. Turner said and shook Mr. Grey's hand before he got up from the chair. From a drawer behind him he took out a contract and a a few keys. He then sat down again.
"Read through and sign this contract," he told Mr. Grey as he placed a paper down. Then he pushed the master key and some other keys forward. "These keys will grant you access almost everywhere on the hotel. Please respect our residents however. When you're done here, go to the worker's quarters at the first floor where you'll get an uniform and ID-card. Have these items with you all the time," Mr. Turner concluded.
A small woman with blond hair and pointy ears looked at Ruana from her desk. The look on her face was fairly neutral and didn't change when she identified the girl as a forest elf. "Can I help you?" she the asked.
This is one of the rooms for those with lots of cash to spare. The room exist of four sub-rooms, bathroom, kitchen, living room and bed room. There's much gold and velvet in the room. The bedroom is large with a king-size bed with hanging drapes. There are two large closets and carpets from India covers the floors in all rooms besides the kitchen and bathroom. The bathroom is big too with a mirror decorated with jade. Chrome covers many of the facilities in the bathroom and kitchen. The bath tube is a bubble bath and the shower has massage abilities. There's also a carpet to avoid slipping. In the kitchen there's a full supplement of everything you need to cook. The table has only two chairs an is made of mahogany. There's even diamonds encased in some of the floor tiles! Under the table there's a carpet from India. There are two large widows on either side of the bed. In the living room there's a full HD TV and cozy couches and a table of mahogany. There's also a stereo in the room. What more can you ask?
((If you want this room locked speak with the GM))
Ruana gave a slight jump; she had not seen the woman at the desk before. She noticed the woman’s ears and almost gasped, for it had been a while since she had seen another like her. “Oh, I am just looking for-” Ruana caught herself rattling off in her native tongue. The woman had addressed her in English and she did not want to be unnecessarily confusing. Plus, it wasn’t polite to assume that the woman spoke elvish, what with the migration to cities in recent years. “Sorry, I’m supposed to move in on this floor. And I wanted to speak with the manager but he was busy at the time so I figured I should unpack first.”
It had been a long time since Meia had heard anyone speaking in the old tongue. Although the other woman spoke in a dialect Meia couldn't place, she understood most of it. She sat up in her chair, from her lazier postion, and looked at the woman. She the cast a look at the voice machine and saw that the manager was still in a meeting. It wasn't booked but thankfully it had been a easy day.
"Welcome. Which room have you been given? I can try to give your directions. My name is Meia Moondance and I'm the manager's secretary. What's yours?" Meia replied in elvish, in a high elven dialect.
Demogorgon signed the contract and handed it back to the man smiling.
"Thank you, you won't be disappointed."
The demon turned and left the room without another word. 'One step closer' he thought with pleasure,'Now all I have to do is keep the job.'.
He went down the stairs towards the workers quarters and looked around to see if anyone was in before noting the details of the room.
Crina smiled as she opened the door to her room that she just rented and glanced around, with a soft laugh she knew that it almost rivaled her apartment from back home. But then again her apartment back home was set up so she could relax in full dragon form too, so it was bigger and more jewels were in it. For a non-dragon ran place it was pretty as most humans would probably be impressed. But it was still very pretty and she did take her time looking around and exploring the room.
After getting the lay of it she left it to explore the grounds and spy a little on the people in the castle. Ok she wasn't really gonna spy but she wanted to learn a little more about the people. Thus eavesdropping and snooping were the best way if being polite and playing with their emotions didn't work that was.
The pink hair girl, dressed in her short skirt and white button up shirt, hummed softly as her golden eyes looked around from a high spot on the castle. How she got up there would be a mystery to those who didn't sense her power or at the very least didn't sense that she wasn't human. But she stood up and first made sure nobody was around before she dropped down to the ground, purple wings slipping out to slow her fall and to guide her down to the ground but once she was only seven feet from the ground they disappeared. It was risky but she really didn't feel like going the long way of jumping from roof to roof until she got close enough to the ground.
As her feet touched the ground, slowed by her magic so she could land without any noise, she straighten herself and checked her clothes. Once she straightened out her skirt and shirt along with her short pink hair she headed towards were she saw a fountain. Humming softly as she did, she just hoped nobody would mistake her for a child or someone who worked in the castle. If they did then they better run faster than her or know how to fight since she wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Such a beautiful day." She commented to the shadow bodyguard that was always watching from the shadows. Even if it did seem like she talked to herself it didn't matter to her, after all humans and other creatures were below her. They were only there for her entertainment and to use a toys, at that thought she giggled softly and let her thoughts travel back to when she first got there. The male that was there was good looking, although a bit too rude for her liking. It would certainly be fun to play with him.
A uniformed man with short, spiky blond hair watched as Demogorgon walked in. The manager had phoned down and told him that he had hired someone new, who needed an uniform and ID-badge. That was Martin's area of expertise. He waved at the newcomer in an attempt to get his attention. "Hey, are you looking for something? What's your name?" he asked.
“My name is Ruana Eyther,” the elf-girl said, glad to be speaking her natural language. “I’m room 212, and I’d like to get at least a part-time job so I can stay a while.”
‘It really is important that I find time to search this island. It’s why I came, after all.’ Pretty as it was, she had a duty to her home. Though her travels had taught her much about magic and it would be sad to see that come to an end.
"It's a pleasure to met you Ruana Eyther," the high elf replied. She clicked on the computer as she wasn't sure where room 212 was. Her expression got a bit sour as she figured it out. Still she flashed Ruana a half-smile. Then the door to the manager's office opened and a tall, dark man walked out. Meia glanced at the man, her mouth a thin line and her eyes cold. She didn't like that man, although she had heard Clarissa liked him. She shook her head before returning her gaze to Ruana. "Room 212, you say? Go pass the manager's office. There'll be room there. If you go right on you should be able to find it. There'll be a number on the door. Just unlock the door," Meia explained. "It looks like the manager isn't busy anymore, He doesn't got anything else booked so you could speak with him if you wish," she then added.
At the sight of the tall man, Ruana shuddered slightly. He was very imposing but also appeared to have business elsewhere so the elves were paid no mind. “Thank you much,” Ruana said, dropping into a awkward curtsy, having not put her bags down throughout the conversation. She passed by the manager’s door and let herself into room 212.
Ruana smiled to herself at the sight of the modest room. To many, it would probably seem spartan but after many nights on the road, it might as well have been a duchess’s suite. She tossed her bag on the bed, set her walking stick in the corner and went about arranging her new space.
The drawer provided enough space for her clothes. Since the bed already had a blanket, she hung her tent-sheet on the wall near the window like a set of drapes. She transferred her spellbook, a thick hard-bound journal, to her smaller pouch. “Best go meet with the manager while he’s free. Then to explore.” She took out a second outfit and frowned at a bit of dirt on it. With a quick water-and-wind spell modified into a cleaning charm, she wiped the stains of travel off the pale green dress and put it on. Though the day was warm, she took her cloak with her, just in case.
The elf-girl stood on the threshold of the office and knocked nervously to announce her presence. “Um, hi. I’m a new tenant here and, um, I’m looking for some part time work.” She had never had a job interview and wasn’t sure what to expect.
Mr. Turner looked up from the papers on his desk and onto the woman. As she looked a bit like his secretary he assumed she was an elf too. He smiled at the woman and waved her in. "I'm the manager, Charles Turner. And you are...? What position would you be interested in?" he asked.
“Mrs. Silver had mentioned an assistant gardener position, and I am quite good with plants. I can also offer various magical services if need be.” She ticked off on her fingers some things that could be useful. “Weather charms, potion-making, I can do bit of scrying...” Granted, her scrying wasn't perfect. It had led her part of the way here, but could not distinguish what on the island she was supposed to be looking for.
Mr. Turner listened carefully to what the elven woman said. At the mention of magic a small frown crept over his face. He didn't believe it it and saw it as trickery, a thing that had caused some conflict with other people on the castle. He shifted through some papers until he found what he was looking for, a note from the head gardener, who complained he didn't had enough help.
"I see... Fill out this form with your full name, age, gender, social security number, position you seek, medical information, grades etc. Do you got a CV? In that case I would like to look at it," Mr. Turner spoke business like. The woman was interesting. He just hoped Meia wouldn't scold him for running after younger women again. Not that he would do that...
'Oh no, I hope I haven’t upset him already.' Taking the form and a pen, Ruana filled it in with careful English lettering. Her penmenship slanted due to growing up writing in a different script but she hoped it was legible enough. 'Ruana Halani Eyther, female, age...uh...101.' Though many humans thought she was 20, Mr. Turner had an elf in his employ so their aging conventions might not be a surprise to him. Ruana would considered a recent adult by her people’s society. She was not sure what a social security number might be so she drew her family crest, a stylized deer and a star. 'Assistant gardener...once broke an arm...excellent marks from my tutor...'
“I have no CV,” Ruana said, handing the form back to Mr. Turner. “But I can demonstrate.” She ran a hand through her hair, touching a vine gently and coaxing it to bloom. Just a simple white flower, nothing too showy.
Mr. Turner took the form from Ruana with a smile and cast a quick look on it. The things that stood out was her age and how she had written out the social security number. Another smile went over his face before he looked back at Ruana. As she showed her "CV" he swallowed. He hadn't expected that however his rational brain convinced him it was a trick. However, he didn't understand how it worked.
"I see..." he replied before putting the form down. He then pointed at the family crest Ruana had drew. "It's a pretty picture... but not a social security number. I don't know what it is actually. You don't got a social security number? You get one from the state, either by birth or when you fill into official documents like insurance," Mr. Turner asked.
Demogorgon saw the man waving clumsily at him and smiled back. On the inside he dreaded having to deal with another human. Well he was sure that this place would led him to ascension, and that was worth any price.
'Hello there I am Dempsey Grey, the new and hopefully permanent, captain of the Guard." He chuckled, "I assume you are going to give me my uniform and other essentials?"
“That is the symbol of my family, the Eyther clan. I grew up in a woodland colony. We used no numbers for identification, but the crest has marked our family for generations.” Ruana answered honestly and with a twinge of embarrassment. Ever since leaving Weyva, her country ways often caused her to stick out in society. She withdrew a wooden pendant from under her collar, the large round charm having the same deer and star branded into it. “But if that is not sufficient, can I get a number here?”
Martin nodded and took in the man. He was fairly large but martin was sure he had a uniform in his size. If not he could place and order. "Come with me the," he replied and headed into a room. In the room there was clothes lying on shelves, a camera, computer and a strange machine.
"Do you know your measures? Pants length, shoe size, shirt size? If not I can measure you. For the ID-card I need a photo and your social security number. We can use the camera an the machine for that," he said and looked at Mr. Grey.
Mr. Turner nodded slowly. It made his work a bit more difficult though. He smiled at the woman before answering her concerns.
"Well, as your people don't use social security number I'll have to leave it empty. If you want one however you need to speak with someone from a state institution. But we don't have to." he replied. Then he picked out a contract and some keys from a drawer. "Sign this contract. These keys goes to almost every place in the castle. I'll hire you temporary and if the head gardener think you do a good work you might get hired permanently, " he explained.
Demogorgon knew quite a few things but his human size wasn't one of them. In his time roaming the world he had just taken what would fit, his current jacket, for example, was a trophy for a hotheaded ogre.
"Well I haven't measured myself in quite a while so if you could take my measurements that would be great. My social was given to Mr.Turner but I have it here." He handed Mr.Greys' social card to the man and noticed a strange machine in the room.
Demogorgon always endeavored to find something that could give him an advantage and the machine looked weird enough to do just that. Of course a demon also must know what could potentially hinder him so he asked his question.
"What would that machine over there do if you don't mind my asking?"
Ruana signed the bottom of the contract neatly. “Thank you, sir,” she said, accepting the bunch of keys. They were a bit weighty so she stowed them in her bag rather than around her neck. Bidding the manager a good day, she stepped out of the office and made her way downstairs. Ruana decided that she’d like to see this garden she’d be helping maintain. She waved goodbye to Meia on her way out and headed towards the lobby again.
When Ruana stepped into the sunny courtyard, she smiled; having secured a living place and even her first job, she felt she could finally appreciate the island scenery. This was not the first castle she’d inspected, but it was the first inhabited one and the first welcoming faces she’d seen in a while. ‘I don’t think they will find me here either. Hopefully.’ At any rate she pulled her hood up, just in case.
As she walked around the lawn, she spotted a young woman looking into a fountain. Her hair was an interesting bright pink and reminded Ruana of springtime in her village. “Excuse me, but would you happen to know which way to the garden?”
Martin started to measure the tall man. Mr. Grey was not an average person but Martin thought that he might have a uniform which would fit. As the man looked over to the machine and asked what it was, Martin looked up at him with a smile.
"It's a printer... sort off. When I have taken your photo and filled in the details on the computer, it'll print out your ID-card," he answered.
When he was finished he went to one of the shelves and looked through them. After some rummaging he found some clothes which would fit, with some sewing in. He turned to Mr. Grey. "Mr. Grey, I'll have to makes some changes to this uniform for it to fit you. You'll have to come back in a few hours for it. That's OK?" he the spoke.
Mr. Turner sat up and was just about to tell Ruana that she needed to head down to the Worker's Quarters for her ID-card and uniform. The elven woman left however before he got a chance to tell her. He rubbed his eyes and called Meia to ask her to follow Ruana and tell her about it. Meia wasn't all that pleased, she had a lot of work to catch up on after her trip to a sacred elven site but she did as Mr. Turner asked and hurried after Ruana. Her slight limping slowing her down a bit however.
High, white granite walls surrounds the castle grounds. The walls still bear marks from ancient battles. A gate of steel leads into the courtyard. The bars which builds up the gate is in a very fine condition without any trace of rust. Strong chains which leads into a tower on each side of the gate reveals that the gate can still be lowered if needed. Inside of the walls lies the courtyard. It consists of a few trees and statues as well as a large fountain. Strangely though water only pours through two of the tree dragon skulls which builds up the top of it. Strange markings also lies around the lowers part of the fountain where the water lands.
Besides the large oak doors which leads into the castle there's also a a passageway to the backside of the castle. The passage lies on the far left. It does not pass through the castle however but lies between the castle and the east tower. By going from the passage you'll come to the Garden.
Well there went his idea of a secret machine, he would have to keep searching there was something here. Something.
"No problem, should I wait here or start my duties?"
Martin looked at the other male and chuckled a bit. The man seemed eager to start working. He had noticed the look on his face as he told Mr. Grey about the printer. The man seemed... disappointed.
"It can take some time. If you want you can start with your duties. Or wait. It's up to you," Martin replied.
"Well I was wondering weather or not the castle had a full security force and if so where can I find them?"
Hopefully he would be able to convert most of them to his cause and replace others that were less suitable. He flashed a smile back at the man.
Martin smiled back, unaware of what Demogorgon, planned. He did know who was in the security force he had given them their uniforms too. He had to think for a moment though.
"Well, the castle has a few guards. Two people on each shift, so 4 real guards. Then there's a ceremonial guard which consists of island residents. They're mostly just for show and doesn't fill a security position. All guards got their quarters around here. The security guards are either walking around the castle on in the security room which also lies here." Martin then told Mr. Grey.
She paused for a while and received no response. Perhaps the elf was not loud enough, or too far away?
"Perhaps I should have asked for a map as well," Ruana thought, turning back to the castle entrance. "Maybe Mrs. Silver is still on duty..."
Meia walked out of the castle doors and spotted Ruana by the fountain. She hurried over to the other elf.
"Miss Eyther, Mr. Turner send me to tell you that you need to go to the worker's quarters to recive your uniform and ID-card," Meia replied just slightly out of breath.
Nearby, a lone person stalked about in one of the more dense areas of garden. Hissing under her breath, she silently cursed the villagers of her old town. Sure, she had killed-- what?-- two, maybe three people? So what? They had deserved it...
"Where am I, now?" she muttered, her blue eyes wild as she glanced around. It hadn't been long since she had climbed the gate-- unseen by anyone nearby, she happily noticed-- but in her fear and hurry she hadn't bothered to see where she had ended up. She had been too worried about the hoard of furious villagers to even care about anything besides her own safety.
Her eyes set upon a large, almost condescendingly well-built castle, obviously ancient. Even so, it seemed like somebody kept up the cleaning and gardening. Eyes narrowing in curiosity, she began to walk towards the building, nearly stepping into two people who had been standing in her way. Stepping back, she instantly took on a look of innocence and confusion.
"O-Oh! Sorry! I wasn't paying attention..." she said softly, a small smile-- perfectly calculated-- forming on her lips.