3 Winter 513 AV
13th Bell
It had taken Marion some time to find the office -- probably more than it should have, despite stopping multiple times to ask for directions from oddly colored men who always seemed more than happy to help her. This place was starkly different from Sunberth, it
hadn't taken her long to realize that. The people here were neither skittish nor crude, and everyone seemed to be healthy. There was no ever-present stench, no sudden distant cries for help, no street rats -- literal or figurative -- scurrying through dimly-lit alleys. Idly, she wondered if the latter was truly due to a healthy economy or if anyone below a certain poverty line was simply deported.
She herself seemed haggard to the standards here, though that could be easily excused by the fact that she had only just arrived. She would need to buy new clothes eventually. Soon. For now, she had donned the best clothes she had -- a ramie tunic, tucked rather haphazardly into loose black pants that tightened at the knee. A long coat that had certainly seen better days was tugged snugly about her body, complemented by heavy leather boots and a pair of gloves to match. The style gave her a masculine look which had served her well in the city of anarchy, but now seemed wholly out of place, especially when coupled with her delicate features.
The Office was only sparsely furnished and quite plain, and Marion regarded it with some level of disdain despite her own current utilitarian appearance. Another one of the colorful men she'd seen so many of sat behind the desk and glanced up from his work as she approached.
"Hello." She had picked up a few words in Tukant from a few too-friendly local men. It felt clumsy on her tongue, and seemed to twist syllables together in a way that was far more complex than it needed to be, but she spoke it with no hesitation as she leaned her hip in the desk.
"I'm looking for a job."The man nodded as if he had already known this, passing her a slip of paper and a quill. "You'll need to fill this out, please."
This was certainly a change of pace from Sunberthian life. Marion looked over the sheet, examining what would be required of her before she dared put ink to paper.
Name? She had used a variety in Sunberth, though she saw no reason why any of them should follow her here. A girl with many faces would garner many names, but for now, in this place, she was just Marion. And making up a name on some kind of official city document seemed like a bad idea.
Skills? She had many, but few she was eager to share. This city seemed stable -- peaceful, even -- and she doubted writing "terrorizing the general populace" would get her anything but the boot. Preferred employment? She had no idea. Did a place like this make use of interrogation? Probably not
her version. But morphing had a number of uses.
Name: Marion Kay
Race: Human
Age: Nineteen
Relevant Skills: Morphing, Interrogation, Acting. Some Unarmed Combat and Dagger skills.
Preferred Employment: Performer? Actor? Bouncer? Interrogator? Anything works for me.
Expected Stay In Riverfall: I don't have plans to leave.
She handed it back to him, a wry grin creeping its way onto her face.
"I'm tougher than I seem, I assure you," she breezed with a wink, gesturing to a couple of the skills and jobs she had listed.