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Post by Jiro Ueda on Nov 1, 2014 22:51:51 GMT -5
Red eyes peered into the translucent, green doors of the Yggdrasil building from its front square before traveling up each of the floors' windows. They stopped on the top, the 100th, floor and a flash of curiosity fluttered across the orbs, as if knowing the room held some sort of importance. Jiro had called about information pertaining to the business which went on here many times since his rebirth, finding the gargantuan complex interesting. Alas, he had yet to receive word back on whether his applications for an appointment with the mysterious Death were approved or denied. So for now the black haired alchemist performed surveillance of his own accord, looking for anything which could further his agenda.
He lowered his gaze back to the lobby's doors slowly, stepping forward. Just as he dared to take that second step, however, he found himself second guessing further action. He'd done well to have not gotten himself killed up to this point already, was there any sense in risking the loss of a soul should Asgard's lone mistress take offense to an intrusion? He'd seen others enter and exit in the past, yet something about this place still bothered him, much like the rest of the city of Valhalla. What good was there in giving the inhabitants a luxurious living to only facade a hellish tournament which determined their fates on a day-to-day basis?
"Perhaps I'm simply over thinking on this entire ordeal." Jiro sighed at the thought and, after flipping a few stray hairs from his bangs out of his face, crossed his arms, thinking on everything he knew thus far. Still, it was quite a bit to wrap one's head around. For one, you had to cope with the immense variation in species here, coming to terms with the fact that, indeed, your planet was not the only one with intelligent life on it. It made the concept of even galaxies seem small in comparison when all life shared the same afterlife. Then there was the strange old man who introduced each new "Champion" personally. He claimed not to be a god himself, though somehow he knew enough to assist in Death's affairs, or, at least it seemed as much. How much exactly did those around him know? Or were they all simply in the same boat as himself?
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Post by Ophelia Rostock on Nov 2, 2014 11:47:33 GMT -5
Yawning nonchalantly Ophelia Rostock, halted her steps before the massive building. Despite having gotten more than enough sleep last night, she still didn´t feel on top of herself today. Taking a hot shower as the first action of the day probably didn´t add to this either... as she still was a bit caught in the cozy warmth of her sheets as well as the hot water-stream. Naturally she only really noticed the man standing next to her on the sidelines, smelling him, rather than clearly seeing him. So... why was she here again? Something about an application for bodyguard services or something... she would probably have to guard some schmug who couldn´t handle himself properly, during his quest. What a bother... Oh well not like she could do much about it, a job was a job. She was getting paid for it afterall! And she was in dire need of new pants... the pair she was wearing was one of her last intact ones.
Noticing the hesitant behavior of the man next to her, Lia turned around to the man now... obviously something was bothering him. Maybe he was scared of entering his new workplace or something like that? Crossing her arms behind her back and slightly bowing towards him, Ophelia thus started to talk to him shyly, with a calm voice:"Uhm... good morning. Is this your first time here?" Redistributing her weight from one foot to the other, Ophelia stared down to the ground, before hesistantly continuing:"Th-There´s no need to be tense. They are not gonna kill you in there or anything! If you got an appointment that is." Brightening up a little, Ophelia finally lifted her head, looking the man in the eyes with her own, golden ones. Making a faint gesture towards the door, she simply added:"If you want you can come with me. I was sent an invitation... basically telling me that they want to take a look at me for some kind of bodyguard duty. It´s probably only something small, but you never know." She shrugged with a mildly embarassed smile on her face, scratching the back of her head, while grasping the side of her coat tightly with her other hand.
"S-So yeah... just tell me if you need something! I´ll be going on in alright?" Pointing towards the door with her thumb, the tall woman once again gave a slight nod into the direction of the much shorter man, before raising her hand for an inviting gesture, that should prompt him to follow her. Ophelia then simply stepped through the door, exhaling heavily, while calming herself down. She could almost feel the heat rising to her head now... talking to handsome men had always been a bit of a bother for her. But she couldn´t well descriminate on them just for their looks. She would have to get over it once in a while... bashing their faces in was not a viable substitute for dealing with them after all. Sitting down onto a couch, within the lobby of Yggdrasil, Lia hit one leg over the other, much in the manner of a person who was very used to this and pulled out a book to read, waiting for her name to be said. They´d be ordered up eventually... and right now she still had a couple of minutes before her actual appointment took place.
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Post by Jiro Ueda on Nov 2, 2014 17:10:44 GMT -5
Jiro frowned as he noticed someone approaching him from the side, breaking his train of thought. At first all he noticed was scarlet, a bit of the white and blue of their clothing. Then, as they spoke, he could put form to the woman introducing herself. He turned his head only slightly, if only to acknowledge her presence. As she told him not to be so tense, he took notice of her own nervousness, though remained silent until she left.
"I suppose this invitation is as good as any." He gave a faint smirk as the wind picked up, sweeping his hair and coat in the south-blown gust. He followed behind her by five paces, and just as the door would have closed in his face, he slid his hand between the gap and entered the compound's lobby as well. A faint melody tickled at his ears, coursing throughout the place over the intercoms. Something that was supposed to be soothing, yet knowing exactly who did business here gave it a nearly dreadful ring. He remained standing as the woman took a seat and began reading, watching as several impish creatures made their way down the halls, cackling about a well timed joke at the expense of some unlucky fool they had come across earlier.
"Excuse me," Jiro stared down the two, rather short, creatures. Their brick red skin seemed to light up unnaturally as they took notice, "I don't suppose you two would know if Lady Death has time for visitors this evening?"
"What do we look like, her bookies?" The first piped up arrogantly, the second laughing from behind. As they were met with only silence, however, the first merely coughed and rubbed at the back of his neck, "Uh, no, wouldn't know, sorry. C'mon, Rasp." The black haired man stepped to the side to let the two by, then sighing as he retrieved a small book from within his coat.
"Primo sanguinem." Jiro jutted his thumb out behind him with his free hand as the book began to glow, a flurry of glass shards impaling the first imp, the second letting out a shrill scream before fleeing hurriedly. "Filthy creatures, wallowing in their immorality," he pocketed the book and reached out as a single wisp floated towards him, "not even a whole soul to their names, yet they feel the need to act mightier than those around them."
Jiro smiled and walked over, sitting next to the woman. He folded his arms beneath his coat after pulling them within his sleeves.
"You may call me Jiro. I am not new here, though I must admit this is my first time being let into the Yggdrasil Building." He stifled a yawn, "Though not invited personally by those higher up, I felt your invitation would do. Perhaps you could make some use of my services? As an Alchemist, I do not work for free, though consider your pockets safe." The man nodded to the row of potions lining his waist, "No, I am merely interested in furthering my research and surviving this little game."
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Post by Ophelia Rostock on Nov 2, 2014 18:07:09 GMT -5
There weren´t all that many noises going on within the building... however the little chat between the imps and the man she had been talking to outside, was not the kind of conversation Ophelia would listen in on. That would be just rude now wouldn´t it? None the less she DID realize when the man she had just been exchanging words with... more or less... just murdered one of the imps on the spot, causing his partner to run for dear life. Blinking several times, with a deadpan expression on her, face Ophelia stared at the dead imp, then at the man in black, back at the imp and once again to the man. She then simply opened her mouth as if to say something, but was basically at a loss for words... so she simply remained in an awkward position between speaking and not speaking... before just leaning back in her seat once more, deciding not to interfere with the mans business.
Thinking this would be over with, Ophelia then simply turned to her book once more, only realizing the man sat next to her when he raised his voice to talk to her, flipping her book in the air in surprise, she missed grabbing after it twice, before finally being able to catch it with both her hands, making a pitiful expression, when she realized that she had closed the book in the process... "...And I didn´t even memorize which page I´m on..." Sighing heavily, Lia now turned around, facing Jiro. Once again the red shot right up into her cheeks, yet she mustered her courage and replied:"...Ophelia! My name is Ophelia! And... what? Oh! Yeah! I am sure it´ll be fine! If you´re my p-partner, it´s surely fine I guess..." So he was an alchemist... did that mean he worked with potion and all that stuff? She definitely recalled the term 'alchemists fire' though she couldn´t quite remember what it exactly meant.
"Uh... alright. If you don´t rob me it´ll surely be fine!" She smiled nervously. "I mean... it´s not like you´re gonna set my bum on fire or anything crazy like that." Giving him a faint smile, she then added:"Consider yourself hired Jiro! I think we all want to survive in this kinda scenario. So let´s get along well!" Nodding in agreement, Ophelia then wanted to resume reading her book, but recalling that she had closed it prematurely, she instead put it away once more, turning to Jiro again. "So... how long have you been here Jiro? And where are you from? ...Roughly." She weighed her hand slightly, as if moving a balance, to underline her words, calming down the more she spoke. "I myself am from a plant called Water. Because of all the oceans on it... it was quite beautiful... I think." Leaning back in her chair she folded her hands in her laps, waiting for the other man to answer her, it wasn´t like they had much else to do right now, other than wait.
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Post by Jiro Ueda on Nov 6, 2014 9:33:42 GMT -5
"The sooner you realize that what you were or where you came from is useless information here," Jiro lifted a hand through the neck of his jacket and held it to his face, shaking his head in disapproval, "the better, honestly." His words were cold, though held some truth in a sense. Whether they were from Earth, Water, or some other alien planet didn't truly matter anymore. No, their souls has already passed on, they'd left their past for a new fate here. Whether said fate was for better or worse, well, that was simply a matter of opinion.
"As for how long I've been here, I do believe it has been two years." He blinked momentarily and recrossed his arms, before tilting his gaze to the ceiling thoughtfully. "Give or take however many days I've lost track of." Of course, he knew exactly how long he had been dead for. Today made 740 exactly. However, information like that wasn't entirely necessary given the fact that he had just met this woman, and the two of them were only loose business partners if anything.
He sighed, "You did say you had a meeting today, correct? It is quite rude to be kept waiting like this."
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