[Location]The Center for Employment and Business Licensing

[Venidus Larkspur]

“I can read and write quite well,” Venidus said in an attempted tone of disdain, but in truth, the man wasn’t all that unpleasant and the symenestra couldn’t muster the ire to add fire to his voice. He looked over the sheet and wondered how much he should put about himself, but in the end, decided to merely put down the entire truth in a veiled manner. He filled it out diligently and quickly, wanting desperately to just get a job and leave the CEB. He filled out the form in particularly elegant cursive. Name: Venidus Larkspur Age: 25 Race: Symenestra Skills: Crossbow Acrobatics Reading and Writing Past Work Experience: Venidus gently gnawed on his lip with his broken fang as he thought of a way to phrase his past work experience. The preacher figured that writing vigilante in Sunberth and Rising Dawn member in Ravok weren’t exactly great things to put on an application form in Ravok. So after a minute of quiet deliberation and distraction from the man’s whistling, Venidus simply jotted down: Mercenary in Sunberth for 3 Years. He figured his experience in Kalinor wouldn’t help much either so omitted anything he did while growing up there. The preacher handed the man back the piece of paper and took a moment to respond to his question. In truth, Venidus didn’t really quite know what kind of work he wanted. Mercenary work would be simple enough, but what if he was forced to work for one of the more malicious folks in Ravok? Could he really make a living while being so selective about the jobs he took? He pondered all of this before replying in a voice that masked his uncertainty, “I am looking for anything that is available really. My skill set lends itself to mercenary work, with the crossbow and all, but I can write and read also. So if there is any clerical work that would too I guess... To be honest, I need Mizas or I will be out of Tarsin’s by the season’s end.” He made a sound that was half laugh and half exasperated sigh.

[Whisper]

29th of Fall, 511 AV Whisper forced herself not to let her eyes wonder about the arches and the architecture because her nerve would simply be lost. She had been scrapping by on money for a few years now, selling various 'acquired' goods or a simple poison that actually worked, but it got her by comfortably since she lived literally in a cubby that was made when the city expanded several times and the building didn't quite match up. Living in squalor? Yes, technically, but she didn't like calling it that. She had what she needed to live and that was it. If that truly were the case, she wouldn't be here right now at the front door of this place. She did not like being here, this place run by the soldiers of Rhysol, but she had no other choice now. Illegal poisoning selling was getting cracked down on and a lot of potential and regular buyers were either getting killed first or vanishing without a word. What she needed was consistency and this was the place to do it, no matter how much she disliked it. She gave a quick prayer under her breath to Akajia for the shadows to hide any secrets that might be questioned in this place before she briskly made her way inside. Once inside, she found a desk that was open and promptly sat down. Since she was expecting the most excellent service here, she only looked at the individual across the desk. After a few moments though, she made herself known. "Hello. What do I need to be an independent poison crafter and seller?" she said, sounding a little rehearsed, but that's because it was. She was not comfortable at all here and not so close to the scrutinizing eyes of an Ebonstryfe. The one thing that made her nerves steady, though she wouldn't dare show that they were wracking, was Ryek who was holding his silent watch over his master from her shoulder. Neither she nor Ryek made too much of a fuss in the city so she thought it wasn't a risk to bring Ryek with her since having him could easily identify her, but she had been wrong before.

[Nex Paciscor]

1st of Fall, 511 AV

His cloth pouch jingled with loose mizas, a clear sign that he was running low on that which paved the way for nicer things like food and shelter. To have to so seek out work for meaningless baubles confused him, but as someone once told him, Miza's keep your belly filled. Almost as if thinking about it, his stomach gurgled, making a odd sound that he hoped only he could hear in the building. The pangs of hunger echoed through him, making him oddly feel at home in his dirty clothes that held the look of being well worn over the previous seasons, and even years.

Travel from Lhavit hadn't came easy, it had been a long journey spanning a couple precious years of his already shorter life span, and all in a effort to see the world as was his master's last request. He had seen much of it, that he was sure of, but he wasn't sure he liked it much more than he liked the views of Lhavit and the misty mountains they sat on. There he hadn't needed to find work for his master always had something for him to do, even when he had turned half stone. In the meantime he had been kept well fed, and when the situation called for it, clothed, but here in a city so unlike his own, he felt quite the stranger no matter how many seasons he spent here. Sure Aello, and Alenias helped him more or less ease into things hear and made staying bearable, but it was no Lhavit, and never would be.

Yet despite all his doubts, he was still here, and he would be for a while so while he was the reason he found himself sitting in a chair now before someone scribbling away words that he couldn't understand. "I seek work"

[Verilian]

Venidus Larkspur The man took back the application and looked it over. "Well, that's some fancy writing you got there. Hmm.. well, there's always mercenary work to be had, but there are a lot of mercenaries out there so it's first come first serve. Competition for jobs is brutal sometimes, but you can make a lot of money that way. We've also got a couple bouncer or collection positions that need filled if you really want something physical." The man placed the document back into his desk and pulled out a leather bound book. Opening it revealed various job listings, most of them with names next to them, but a few were left blank. "Lets see what we got here. Clerical.. Clerical.. oh, what luck. Actually, Tarsin is looking for a clerk to do some bookkeeping. It says here his son who usually takes care of that stuff is moving away and he needs someone to fill the job. You'd be keeping track of tenants, rent collection, things like that. The pay is three gold mizas a day, but you also get a discount on a room. So what do you think? Interested? if not I can see what else there is." OOCIf you take the job the pay is 3gm/day, plus you get a common room for the price of a poor room, which will automatically be deducted from your wages. So that is 273gm/season - 24gm/season for rent for a total of 249gm/season, not counting living expenses. If you would like a different job feel free to turn this one down. It's just the first "clerical" job that popped into my head. Whisper The clerk's lack of service was not due to any lack of dedication on his part and in fact he was one of the most dedicated workers at the CEB. He was also the oldest, and he had nodded off for a moment just before Whisper walked in. As soon as she spoke the man jerked back awake and fumbled with his pen for a few seconds before registering what she said. "P.. poisons. Of course, I ah.. Just let me find my spectacles.. ah, here they are." Putting on the glasses the man squinted at the woman before him, his face slowly being overcome with a look of confusion. The man fumbled through his papers a moment longer then looked at Whisper again and squinted some more. "But.. but madam, didn't we talk about this already? Just a few days ago if I recall correctly. You cam in here with your daughter and.. and.. No, oh my, no. I am so sorry, madam! I thought you were someone else! You just looked so familiar." The old man shook his head, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. He shifted some papers nervously again before reaching into his desk and withdrawing some blank forms. "Please forgive the misunderstanding, madam, sometimes I think it is years ago. If you would just fill this out, please. If you can't read then I can read it for you." The old man handed Whisper a form which asked some basic information. name, Race, place of residence, ect. While she filled it out the old man muttered quietly, "She doesn't look that much like Layla anyhow.." OOCPlease put a timestamp at the top of your post. Thanks! ^^ Nex Paciscor The man who sat across from Nex was plump and fat, clearly well fed though he was not very well groomed. He smelled of sweat and worse things, so perhaps he wasn't so well paid as someone would imagine for a man of his size. He did not so much as glance up when Nex sat down, busy scribbling in the information of the last worker he had turned down. If Nex could read he might have been concerned with the words that were written on the page, but it was a sad shame that so few kelvics were educated in the written word. When Nex spoke the man glanced up at him for only a brief second or two before returning his eyes to the paper and continuing to write as he muttered, "Don't you all.." A few chimes later the man finally sat down his pen and stacked the papers together before placing them into his desk. Before he closed the drawer he pulled out a blank form and slid it across the table. "Please fill that out. If you can't read I will fill it out for you." If Nex asked him to read it the man would ask for some basic information. Name, race, place of residence, skill set, ect. When they were done he would carefully read and reread what was written before finally asking, "What sort of work do you seek?"

[Whisper]

Whisper didn't quite know how to handle this elderly man; she had fully expected another smart-alecky, know-it-all, cold-hearted, jackass to be who was helping her. That's what all of the members of the Ebonstryfe were like, right? All of them except this elderly man, I suppose... she thought to herself as she studied him, trying to discern anything that would make him a threat. Her eyes narrowed slightly at first to the old man's words. Confused her with someone else? How many half-blooded inarta could be running around Ravok? The thought mad her wary since that alone made her easy to remember here in a city where it's best be a part of the crowd. She forgave the man for his mind's misconceptions because of his age and she didn't really mind in truth. She waved her hand and shook her head with a weak smile. "Don't worry about it. You see hundreds of people." she said. Old people like this gained her sympathy easily for some reason, she never quite understood why but it just seemed the right way to act. She took the paper and casually started to fill it out and all the while Ryek surveyed their surroundings when seeing his master not focused on the people around. She paused at the very first piece of information; she hadn't told anyone her name in years. The only person that knows it, as far as she knew, was Reaver and that's because he was a great friend in her childhood and still is. Though, enough odd people probably come in here enough for her to get away with using her cover name. Age was just going to stay at twenty-five even though her birthday was in a couple of weeks. She hesitated on what to put for Race simply because that would single her out in Ravok as if she wasn't already in her neighborhood. She abruptly stilled her hand and slowly looked to the elderly man. "Who?" she asked, almost demanding, and gave pause for the man though what he uttered took her patience away quickly. "What name did you just say?" she asked anxiously. He had seen her mother in here with a child? That would explain why she looked so familiar, she was almost a mirror image of her mother and proud of it. Of course she didn’t remember this place at all, but that child had to have been herself. That man’s memory was of almost fifteen years ago at the least. And anything that involved her mother, she was anxious to learn how much they knew because her heart still clung to hope of finding her again even if her head did not.

[Chreinn]

1, fall 511 Av

After awhile he found the building he had to enter to find a job. Everything seemed rather in order in terms how everything was handled in the city on some level. Even the weather seemed in order almost perfect he took note of.

After heading to a desk he was given a paper to fill out which he did as best as he could.

Name: Chreinn Race: Human How long will you be in Ravok: Years Job skills: Architecture, Drawing, Mathematics - Geometry field

With that he gave the forum back hoping to speed things along as he smiled.

[Verilian]

Whisper The old man stumbled over his words again, apparently confused by Whispers confusion. "Oh, ah.. It was, I mean to say. Er... where did I put those papers? Ah yes, Layla, I remember her. Beautiful red hair, just like yours, actually." The man fumbled around inside his desk before pushing his chair back and walking over to a file cabinet nearby. "Normally the NHC handles this kind of stuff," the clerk said as he searched, "But they share records with us in case we come across people they've been looking for." "Ah yes, here they are." The man returned to his seat across from Whisper, holding the papers up close to his face so he could read them. "The deed to Layla's old house. And.. yes, that's the line I'm lookin for. In the event of her death or disappearance, ownership of the property will transfer to her daughter..." The man paused, frowning slightly, then glanced down at the paper Whisper had been filling out. "But the name here is different than what you've written down. Perhaps I do have the wrong person. Oh well.. sorry about that. The license to practice is yours though. Just finish filling that out and you'll be set." The man started to file the papers away... unless Whisper stopped him, of course. Chreinn The clerk behind the desk took the paper from Chreinn and looked over it stoically. Despite his apparent level of disinterest in the paper, when the clerk spoke his voice displayed a layer or intrigue. "An educated man, are you? Mathematics, architecture? We don't see many of your type in here. I'd more expect you to be a student at the university, or maybe a teacher. What sort of work were you looking for, sir?" OOCSorry for the short post. I know we discussed stuff via PM, but the clerk doesn’t know what job you want so you gotta tell him.

[Whisper]

Whisper closed her eyes slowly and clenched her teeth hard at the old man’s words. He was talking about her mother, there was absolutely no doubt about that, and she gained a little more profound respect for her mother for thinking ahead. It wasn’t to her surprise, Layla had always tried to keep two steps ahead of things, but Whisper didn’t know exactly how well she did this yet. At first, she thought she could do without the house, do without a roof and a warm place to sleep, that the cubby she lived in was good enough. Her logic though, the only source of reason inside her head, told her to give them her name. Was it really logic though? Or was it just nostalgia, a longing to be at her childhood home and the place she last saw her mother? On another plus, she would be much closer to Reaver, the only being she truly trusted, since he was right down that very canal. That thought stirred and made her realize she hadn’t went to see him in some time. She knew he’d still be in that same house though and doing what he always did. The man didn’t change much, but to him she probably changed too rapidly. Such is the humor of their lifespans. She brought herself back to the now and realized she had to make this choice or she probably would never get the same chance again. She slowly struck out her fake name and wrote, just as slowly, Adara Mavros. When she finished she looked up to the old man, her gaze softer but her expression still edgy with the mentioning of her mother, and spoke to him the truth she hid for six years. "My name is Adara Mavros." she paused and sighed. She always assumed whatever happened to her mother would catch up to her when the truth of her name was spoken, but her time in the street was starting to become truly desperate and she needed that house; which was far more than she would admit. "That is the name that was written by my mother, Layla, is it not?" Ryek was uncharacteristically quiet through the entire ordeal, but she figured that was because he approved of the decision she was making. She looked back down to the paper and, unless more excitement occurred, filled out the paper in front of her. When she reached skills, she put the only one that mattered for the situation since they already learned her name today. Name: Whisper Adara Mavros Age: Twenty-five Race: Human Skills: Poison Past Work Experience: No formal work experience.

[Chreinn]

Chreinn let the man look over the paper and ask his questions as he waited without a saying a word. Yet he just had to smile as he could really not see himself as being a teacher and even if he knew enough to teach somewhat.

"No Sir, I wish to work as a architect for the city if I may. I am unsure what papers I need to fill out or what I need to do in order to get that. I was not aware of a university being in the city as I am still rather new. Came from another city and well I much prefer here then where I was. If one would also would like to apply to be a citizen how would one go about that?"

Chreinn asked as he recalled where he did come from. A large castle in a city called Syliras. He hated it deep down. He dealt with it due to his parents but after he was able to leave he left without a second thought.

[Flynn Maidrus]

2nd of Fall, 511 AV Flynn stuck her neck through the doors and peered inside anxiously. The white marble flooring and walls coupled with the minimal fixtures made it bigger and more clinical than it already was. Spotting a clerk hunched behind his desk, she stepped inside and made her way towards him. Clearing her throat to get the clerk's attention, Flynn asked, "I'm here to apply for employment?"