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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 21, 2018 6:18:40 GMT
"The bar..." Molly mulled over the idea. It didn't seem flattering to work there, but she couldn't know for sure until she checked. "Yeah, we can try there."
"Hope you have good luck finding Vee, Alex." Demmy waved the man off, as she began to walk off through the gates, with Molly in tow. The cross iron gate was some thirty feet above their heads, but that was small pickles compared to the sights that lay beyond the wall, and the gate itself.
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 3:58:20 GMT
Parting ways with Alex, who took another path after quick directions from Xero (then shouted redirections when he beelined for the wrong one), Sam silently followed Demmy and Molly. She kept the former firmly within her gaze, ignoring the marvels around her to do so: a patchwork of tall Romanesque, Gothic, Renaissance, and contemporary buildings, each as grand as they were different from one another. It was a bizarre blend of past, present, and even near future. Horse-drawn carriages and buses waited side by side on street corners for passengers. Trolleys filled the streets instead of cars, running parallel to polygonal sidewalks that seemed to be composed of solar cell which replaced power lines. On a block closed to the public, a truck with a crane built what appeared to be a blacksmith's shop line by line with a rotating nozzle, dispersing the layers of the building with programed precision.
The buildings tended to fall in rows of uniform heights, creating a skyline that resembled the different layers of the canopy outside, a literal concrete jungle.
This was the heart of Lemurian culture.
This was Mival.
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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 22, 2018 4:08:53 GMT
"OH MY GOD!"
Molly was overwhelmed with what she saw. The old, the new, the orthodox and the unorthodox... it was all blended in as one! The trolleys, the cars, the varied cultures and building styles, it was all so much to take in. She knew what Alex and Sam had told her, but she hadn't expected it like this! This was beyond her wildest dreams, beyond anything she thought could be!
"Demmy! Sam! It's... It's amazing! It's like something out of those science fiction novels you like to read, Demmy!"
"In a way, yes." Demmy calmly replied, both of her eyes looking around in different directions, just out of Molly's field of vision to notice. "Though not quite so out there. I've actually seen a city or two more exotic than this, but Mival's looking to be up there."
Before Molly could register what Demmy had said, the taller woman turned back to Sam. "So, first order of business is the Violet Bar, then the baths. Anything you need to do in here aside from escort us?"
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 4:13:49 GMT
"Find a place to stay the night," Sam said after a moment of merely meeting Demmy's eyes. "Night could fall before Salman and I make it back and I'd rather not run into that despot or that maniac again in the dark."
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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 22, 2018 4:30:21 GMT
Demmy shrugged. " Well, if this Violet Inn has a room open or two, I'm sure that can work for the both of you."
"I see it!" Molly cried out. She pointed down one of the streets, to a three story building. It was a brick building painted purple, and the logo was in the shape of a bipedal lizard holding a sign that said the name of the bar. "Huh, that was sooner than I expected."
"And in a city this big, with so many people, how convenient for us." Demmy mused. Even with so many folks walking around through the street and those joining it, it was easy to see the building. "Now, let's go see what's in there"
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 5:09:28 GMT
Pushing through the heavy door of the inn and bar, the three women were assaulted by the sight of a simply, but obviously expensively, decorated interior of rich, earthen tones. The only real flourishes were several depictions if a stout-bodied, blunt-snouted lizard with confident swagger and hooded eyes. It was fairly busy, with several dozen patrons and a handful of busy servers wearing handsome vests over business casual clothing. The only idle person in uniform was a wiry woman behind the bar, cleaning glasses.
She was well groomed and highly composed, her posture immaculate, but her body told a story of a different life. An ugly scar ran across her mouth, from her right nostril to the left side of her chin. Her pale eyes, showcasing only the slightest of blue tints, were almost translucent and held eerie focus and intensity. As she fished the damp rag she was using of a now sparkling glass, it could be seen that there was no hand holding it. Instead it was wrapped around a nub. Her hair, thick and brown, was held up by a gold band that did not match the rest of her adornment. Perhaps it held some personal value.
"What can I help you with?" she asked before her ghostly eyes lifted to take in the trio. She had a heavy Noraagean accent, but her speech was clear and elegant.
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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 22, 2018 5:33:35 GMT
Demmy whistled at the sight of the interior, and the bartender, while Molly, impressed with the former, had her face twisted from amazement to subtle horror at the state of the bartender. "Y-your hand... Your face... What- Wha-"
A clear suppressed cough cut her off, and Demmy spoke up. "We're seeking a place to stay the night, at the very least. We just ended up in this world yesterday, and as it is, we have nowhere else to go... the two of us, at least." She grabbed Molly's shoulder and pulled her in close. "Also, any possible job openings here? We heard from Xero there were, but we just wanted to make sure..."
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 5:52:08 GMT
"Makes this easier," the woman said to Molly as her handless arm slipped into another glass. Her tone did not give away if she was joking or not, nor did her face.
Her pale eyes moved to Demmy. "There are. Cormac left after that crazy attacked her and took Delahaye with her. Comes with room and board for a docked pay."
"Only two though," she added after putting away the glass. She was looking at Sam.
"I'm not looking for a job. Just a room for the night, for me and one other."
"I have two guest rooms. One is the deluxe suite though. Very expensive."
"... one is fine."
The scarred face of the woman nodded. "Do you two have any experience?"
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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 22, 2018 6:09:36 GMT
"Y-yes, yes we do." Molly quickly said, taking her eyes off the woman's missing hand. "I was the head manager of a cafe in the world I came from, and Demmy here was my co-worker. We know how to take orders, deliver customer service, clean off table tops..."
"Basically anything you need help with or want us to do, we can do it." Demmy flatly answered. "And we'll gladly take a room. We promise, we won't be a burden to you or the rest of the staff."
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 6:17:37 GMT
"You'll start tomorrow." The woman offered her remaining hand to them. A tattoo of a fractured skull with one eye socket peaked out of her sleeve. "Wisma."
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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 22, 2018 6:22:29 GMT
Molly took the hand, and gripped it tight and firm. Her mother had always said that was key to making a good impression for getting a job. " Name's Molly. And... She's Demmy."
Now Demmy took the woman's hand. It was tighter than Molly's grip,and unlike Molly's it was unusually cold to the touch, almost like grabbing a dead hand. "A pleasure to work for you." Demmy answered, the corners of her mouth twisting into the starts of her usual smile.
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 6:26:50 GMT
Wisma seemed unfazed by the larger woman's clammy hands and smirking smile. Or perhaps she was fazed. Her stony face made it difficulty to tell either way. "Last names? You'll be using them when on duty."
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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 22, 2018 6:38:21 GMT
"O-oh!" Molly stammered. She had never even thought of mentioning her last name to anyone ever since she had dropped into this world. "Chance. Molly R. Chance. That's my full name."
Demmy on the other hand seemed to take a while to answer Wisma. Her growing smile died right then and there, and she let go of Wisma's hand. "Vale. That's my last name, but... I really don't like it." She flatly said.
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 6:53:04 GMT
"I'm sorry to hear that," Wisma replied stoically. She nodded to a redheaded server who had freed herself to stand besides a door by the bar. "When you're ready, Read will help fit you for uniforms."
Fishing something from beneath the counter, Wisma leaned forward and handed it to Sam. Despite her strong presence, she was actually rather petite, an inch or two shorter than Sam. "Your keys."
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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 22, 2018 7:03:42 GMT
Molly nodded. "Yes, ma'am." She then turned to Read, and smiled. "Pleased to meet you as well."
"Careful Molly. You might scare our new co-workers." Demmy lowly chuckled. She walked over to where Read was, with Molly in tow.
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 7:23:50 GMT
"I'll find someone to escort you to your room," Wisma informed Sam. Her piercing eyes rose to search for an employee with their hands free...
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Mar 22, 2018 7:35:29 GMT
"Allow me," A voice stated from near the bar counter. A slim figure approached from the side of the duo, wearing the official uniform of the establishment. He smiled warmly and stuck a hand out towards Sam.
"Pleased to meet you. My name's Boris, though as you can see on my nametag, you can just call me 'Ivanov'."
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 7:43:47 GMT
"Sam MacCleary," the stout woman offered after taking a moment to look Boris up and down. Just as with Demmy before him, she did not offer a hand back.
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on Mar 22, 2018 8:24:25 GMT
Boris lowered his hand somewhat awkwardly, before scratching his nose. "So, eh.... would you like me to show you to your room?"
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Post by Stage on Mar 22, 2018 21:19:29 GMT
Sam nodded. "Before that, have either of you seen someone? A tall, dark-haired woman with a London accent. Probably very drunk. Called-"
"Vee," Wisma finished. "We know her. She didn't come today though."
She's in London then, Sam decided. She looked to Boris. "Lead the way."
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