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Post by Jaryn Frostwing on Mar 30, 2011 23:38:06 GMT -5
 Aylarra uncrumpled the note in her hand and read it to herself again. She mumbled the address aloud once. She frowned. She still wasn't sure she wanted to do this... but... She looked up at the sign overhead. The address matched. She knocked sharply twice. Waited. Knocked once more, a little louder, then shrank back from the door. Surely he'd heard her by now. She flicked her twin tails sharply once. It's time you got out of the house, made something of yourself, they wouldn't want you to sulk around here forever... her aunts words. She was probably right. That didn't help though. Dying with them wouldn't have made things much better either. Aylarra took another step back from the door. Slipping off the sidewalk, her right paw-foot found the soft grass. It was so soft, so inviting. She swallowed hard. The impulse was strong. It would take just seconds for her to shed her humanoid form, feel all four paws on that soft grass, and then run all the way home, curl up under the bed using her tails as a pillow. She could take a nice nap, just a few more weeks... Then she could try this again... when she was rested. But then the door opened. "Crap." |
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Post by Nako on Mar 31, 2011 19:55:04 GMT -5
 When the door burst open, an enraged Esterberry was being pushed out. Papers flew about every which way and the man nearly ran into the Selkie before turning back toward the door. "You sir, are an insufferable cretin! You'll hear of this from my people, Sir! By my word, you will!." With a huff, he turned back toward the street and stopped rather suddenly, boggling at the Selkie before him. Even the fascination of a Selkie wasn't enough to keep him long though, he hastily looked away and hurried down the street with the papers crumpled under his arm. A creature that looked remarkably like a jubjub now stood in the doorway. Had he been a biped he might have had his arms crossed. As it were though, he merely leaned against the doorway with a smirk across his beak. With Morganberry colors and his rank and suit obviously showing on his chest (not to mention his Card size), it was obvious that his jubjub appearance was merely coincidental. He silently appraised the girl before stepping out of the doorway. "I apologize that you had to see that, m'am. Seems like he filled up my 'bullshit' meter for today and I had to throw him out."With his diamond charm enabled and cultivating his response into a smooth one, he was glad his true feelings were hidden. Those markings! She was definitely pure Selkie. And healthy. Healthy in the best way! She was plush and not showing any sickness and… and… Not many Cards had breasts like that. Eegad. Definitely a welcome change from t he waifish bitches that used to whisp about his office. "You're Seela's niece, right? Come on in, I've been waiting for you." |
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Post by Jaryn Frostwing on Apr 1, 2011 8:06:31 GMT -5
"Right, that's me," Aylarra said. She was relieved that the outburst at the door had drawn attention away from the look of frustration that she was quite certain she'd been broadcasting much too clearly when she'd knocked. She cast a momentary glance toward the fleeing esterberry, wondering if she'd be leaving in a similar manner soon. After all if the meter had already been filled...
Graciously Aylarra accepted the invitation. She was quick to find a comfortable corner to lean against inside the morganberry's place. There were chairs, but they were further away... The last few weeks curled up under the bed in her aunt's spare room had inspired such lazy habits. Besides, staying on her feet might be a good thing. The better to run away with, she thought.
"Aunt Seela said you were hiring? Some sort of secretary or errand girl or something like that? I mean I can run errands, write letters, greet patrons..." she winced slightly at the word 'run'. Such an exertion...
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Post by Nako on Apr 1, 2011 20:55:46 GMT -5
Hm… He watched her make her way into a dark corner, going to his own seat behind his desk in the office. Reclusive, much? Had she been just any ol' Jane off the street, he might have screamed her out of the room. But as it was, she was a hot commodity, whether she fully realized it or not. He'd have to play his cards right and keep his temper in check until he had her on a solid contract.
"That I am… and something like that." In reality the job description could easily be considered 'all of the above'. "She told me you'd hit a rough spot, a bit of a slump you could say. She seemed very worried. She's an old friend of mine though, and I like to help my friends."
More like she'd mentioned her niece in passing and Richard had probably all too eagerly jumped at the bait. The salary had been decided between himself and that keen Morganberry before Aylarra had even heard of it. Richard was going to be paying a pretty penny for this shiny bauble of a poster girl, but he had a feeling it would be worth it once it was all said and done.
"Though I'm hardly looking for someone who is going to be doing trivial errands. I'd like to think the position I'm offering is a bit more.. sophisticated. You'll probably be dealing with organizing some mail, yes, but most importantly I need a pleasant buffer between myself and the people I deal with; someone a little ah.. friendlier." He laughed, shrugging his wings most helplessly. He really couldn't help his own temperament, after all.
"How about you pour us some tea, Ms. Hands?" He gave a bit of a smirk as he said the little nickname of sorts, lifting his own wings to show his lack thereof. "It's right next to you on that table, and just bring it over here and sit down so we can talk about the job position and any questions you may have."
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Post by Jaryn Frostwing on Apr 2, 2011 7:17:52 GMT -5
A pleasant buffer? Well, based on the previous experience outside she could certainly see that a buffer of some sort was in order. She tried to force a somewhat legitimate sounding chuckle at the 'Ms Hands' joke. Having had an opposable thumb of some sort all her life it was hard to really understand the frustration.
"Yes she's been very worried. It's not been a good time these past months. She's been wonderful to me though," she said. She bit her tongue as she was about to make a comment about her aunt putting up with her laziness, but decided that would be a poor character trait to mention at a job interview.
She collected the tea and set a cup out for the avian. No hands? that must be frustrating, but wings were kind of neat. She tried not to daydream, and instead idly stirred her tea.
"So what exactly do you do here? and when would you want me to start?" she asked. She flicked her tails. She'd still rather have been sleeping, but this was new, this could be exciting.
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Post by Nako on Apr 2, 2011 10:22:01 GMT -5
Probably a good thing she hadn't mentioned the laziness. By default, he assumed she'd be lazy from the looks of how she took her time getting the tea; most Lakelanders were-- … had been. That thought was enough to make him inwardly grimace and looked down at his paperwork busily to redirect the expression.
He looked a little surprised when she seemed to not know what was done here. Had her aunt not told her? Perhaps the girl had just forgotten. Then again.. it really wasn't the most important detail of the job description. "I deal in fine perishable goods from all around the realms, mostly the more eclectic ones that are unable to find their way out of the realms easily. We've been negotiating with certain parts of the Midori for their seasonal fruits but… ah. It's been a little difficult getting a hold of them. I'm also having to re-evaluate my fish imports considering.." He gave a sympathetic look. With the Lakes barren and the Benyans on the blame, it was not lucrative nor wise to get in dealings until the heated situation eased.
"But as far as when you start, I'm having to make a visit to the Midori Beach at the end of the week and I'd like you to come along, so that would be the best time to start. You'll be staying a few days in the realm, but your room and board will be taken care of. You'll have to hit the ground running, but the Midori's a laid back place. It's a good area to learn the trade."
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Post by Jaryn Frostwing on Apr 2, 2011 22:12:04 GMT -5
Shyness, the sympathetic look.. she'd got that a lot lately. She avoided eye contact. But then... A laid back place? A beach!? This changed things. This sounded like a dream vacation.. job... right, the job part.
"Oh a beach, that sounds wonderful. I'd love to go," she said, grinning brightly. She tried to restrain herself. She wanted to look professional, to be taken seriously, but... the idea was a little much for the daydreaming selkie. She let out a soft giggle which she tried to quickly stifle by sipping her tea, only managing to splash it across her muzzle. A quick lick and a grin of embarrassment and it was gone.
"I should pack.. when do we leave? Should I be studying something? Some books perhaps..? I do love books, and I'm a quick study."
In truth, that was one of the few (very few) things the selkie DID do quickly. But at least she was punctual?
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Post by Nako on Apr 2, 2011 22:57:27 GMT -5
A quick study? Now -that- had the bird skeptical. He opted not to voice his suspicions and instead dipped his beak into his cup to drink.
Aside from the bubbly attitude that lent itself to seeming simple, she was at least pleasant to be around thus far.
"In three days time, we''ll be taking a carriage at dawn. We lose some time heading east so I like to get an early start." He paused at the question of reading material. He opened a drawer with a clawed foot and looked through the papers. Finally he pulled out a folder, setting it onto the top of the desk. "This outlines the contracts we wish them to sign, along with the inventory list and-oh, something of a backstory on the woman we'll be seeing. She basically runs the roost in that Midori town and she's a -tough- one. Best you're prepared before you have to meet her. "
He turned to his tea and downed the entire cup before giving a satisfied sigh. "Alright then, here is the agreement I've written out for you to sign. Feel free to look it over and such before signing to make sure everything is to your liking."
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Post by Jaryn Frostwing on Apr 3, 2011 17:01:36 GMT -5
Aylarra picked up the folder and thumbed through the documents. There was enough to keep her busy for a while, but nothing she couldn't handle in the allotted time.
'Runs the roost', she thought to herself as she skimmed the woman's bio. She wondered if that meant she was simply very influential among the business community, or perhaps something more shadowy: the imposing leader of a smuggling ring, the matron of a powerful crime family, or perhaps even.. no... the raccoon's mind had wandered a little far left of reality. Not a good time, focus.
"And you've met her before?" she asked. A few of the details seemed a little more specific than one might expect by simply asking around for information.
"As for the contract, I should be able to get that back to you this afternoon or tomorrow. Is there any particular time of day that's best for you or...?"
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Post by Nako on Apr 3, 2011 19:49:30 GMT -5
Richard shook his head. "Not yet, but I know people who've had run-ins with her before who supplied me with this information at some cost to myself. She's been refusing to see me for months until now. Honestly I think she just got fed up with my pestering and she's intending to shrink my head upon arrival. She hates Morganberries almost as much as I love capitalism, so your being there is vital to our trade agreements. The only reason she agreed this time… well. I agreed to supply a donation to the Selkie and Lowlander organizations."
At that, he gave a heavy shrug. It was best to go ahead and tell the girl now instead of having her find out and have a fit in front of the priestess. Whether her reputation was all malarky or not, he didn't want to chance it.
"That's understandable.. and…" he pulled his planner closer to him and inspected it carefully. Gah. He hated doing this crap himself. It was easier when he had a secretary who'd effortlessly tell him how his entire day was planned out without him having to glance at a single paper. "I'll be in meetings from an hour from now all the way up until six. You can always just come and set it on the desk if I'm not available. Otherwise, I'm free tomorrow from seven in the morning till about nine."
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