Welcome to Floor Thirteen..Please watch your step
A cool female voice echoed throughout the elevator as the single occupant nervously stepped out glancing up at the bronze plaque above the gleaming elevator doors. Styx Corporation it read as the young woman stepped out onto the crimson carpet letting out a small scream in shock. Her scream attracted a few blank stares from the other occupants in the hallway..blank was the polite way to put it..when dealing with Souls. Up close the phantoms looked as real as any living being aside from their unblinking eyes and occasional translucence. You see the Styx Corporation..was a collection agency of sorts..doing business with the Living..and paid with the Dead. Each sale had to be profitable you see..what better fee than the mortal Soul of the employer of the job..and any..extras that happened to be caught in the crossfire. Still it was unnerving for anyone as the girl clung to the wall edging along towards the end of that hallway while phantom eyes followed.
Her heart felt like it would never settle as another voice boomed out in the still silence as a set of obsidian colored doors punctuating the voice with a loud bang. Smoke curled heavy in the air escaping into the hallway as the voice barked out again "Well, you gonna come in or what..". It was a rough and unkind voice..scratchy from years of heavy smoking as the owner coughed hidden in unnatural shadows behind a polished desk. The girl inched her way into the room before she found herself being physically dragged into a waiting leather chair with a mere flick of the owner's finger. Magic...common in today's society..still it was rare for it to be used in such a manner. A flickering sound broke the silence as orange flames licked at a fresh cigar as grey eyes peered behind the girl swearing "Damnit, I told those two to get to Ferrying before their damn shift was over..I shouldn't be having to in my old age...Now. You. What can we do for you here..".
"I..." The girl's voice faded as she looked downward unable to verbalize her reason. A faint chuckle escaped the figure as another cloud of smoke settled over the room making the girl cough and blink away tears from the corner of her eyes. One blink later, a faint crystal orb sat on the desk as a gloved digit prodded it before humming softly "I see...Let's get you set up..I assume you know our Fee. Still determined to go through with it..Ah well. Chose your Salesperson wisely..Might I recommend our Poison specialist?". Five files neatly landed in front of the girl with covers stating their Specialty and a few other tidbits. While Assassination was popular Request..it was always interesting what people were willing to give up their Soul for..Hell, one Sale was completed upon protecting a prized pooch for its' lifetime. Loyal to the end it seemed. No Request was too extreme nor benign..who were Salesmen to question their Clients..
With the Request on File and Salesmen chosen..all that remained was the Report and Fee. Later in that quiet night, a mysterious car crash resulting in the deaths of a man and his lover would be discovered. An open and shut case for the coroner..not even bothering to take note that victims' eyes were a milky white from sudden blindness striking them. While their ghostly visages would be ushered along by a free Salesmen to be Ferried...and the Client was dismissed..until she reached the ground floor of that run-down building..Only Salesmen were able to return to the Thirteenth Floor after their shift was over..while Clients..in another elevator..to the surprise of normal office workers
Summary
You work as one of six Salesmen for the Styx Corporation operating out of a run-down building for the single profit of Souls. Your Boss, a figure by the name of Charon -He does find it extraordinary clever..so here's a hint..laugh..- the Seventh Salesmen acts as the broker between Clients and Salesmen. Your Requests come from him..without question or hesitation. It was better than all the clerical work that came after Requests from filing Reports, ferrying Souls, and dreaded cleaning duty as it wasn't exactly the cleanest line of work. Your reasons behind being a Salesmen are your own..but everything has a consequence doesn't it?
OOC Notes
1. This will be a darker and gritter RP at times given the subject matter.
2. Requests can be humorous or silly, it does not need to gloom and doom 24/7.
3. Magic and everything under the sun will be allowed within reason. Remember Magic as a Specialty could be too broad, possibly narrow it down.
4. 3+ Paragraphs per post is highly highly recommended. Five Roles Remain.
5. Questions, Comments and Interest leave a post below!
A cool female voice echoed throughout the elevator as the single occupant nervously stepped out glancing up at the bronze plaque above the gleaming elevator doors. Styx Corporation it read as the young woman stepped out onto the crimson carpet letting out a small scream in shock. Her scream attracted a few blank stares from the other occupants in the hallway..blank was the polite way to put it..when dealing with Souls. Up close the phantoms looked as real as any living being aside from their unblinking eyes and occasional translucence. You see the Styx Corporation..was a collection agency of sorts..doing business with the Living..and paid with the Dead. Each sale had to be profitable you see..what better fee than the mortal Soul of the employer of the job..and any..extras that happened to be caught in the crossfire. Still it was unnerving for anyone as the girl clung to the wall edging along towards the end of that hallway while phantom eyes followed.
Her heart felt like it would never settle as another voice boomed out in the still silence as a set of obsidian colored doors punctuating the voice with a loud bang. Smoke curled heavy in the air escaping into the hallway as the voice barked out again "Well, you gonna come in or what..". It was a rough and unkind voice..scratchy from years of heavy smoking as the owner coughed hidden in unnatural shadows behind a polished desk. The girl inched her way into the room before she found herself being physically dragged into a waiting leather chair with a mere flick of the owner's finger. Magic...common in today's society..still it was rare for it to be used in such a manner. A flickering sound broke the silence as orange flames licked at a fresh cigar as grey eyes peered behind the girl swearing "Damnit, I told those two to get to Ferrying before their damn shift was over..I shouldn't be having to in my old age...Now. You. What can we do for you here..".
"I..." The girl's voice faded as she looked downward unable to verbalize her reason. A faint chuckle escaped the figure as another cloud of smoke settled over the room making the girl cough and blink away tears from the corner of her eyes. One blink later, a faint crystal orb sat on the desk as a gloved digit prodded it before humming softly "I see...Let's get you set up..I assume you know our Fee. Still determined to go through with it..Ah well. Chose your Salesperson wisely..Might I recommend our Poison specialist?". Five files neatly landed in front of the girl with covers stating their Specialty and a few other tidbits. While Assassination was popular Request..it was always interesting what people were willing to give up their Soul for..Hell, one Sale was completed upon protecting a prized pooch for its' lifetime. Loyal to the end it seemed. No Request was too extreme nor benign..who were Salesmen to question their Clients..
With the Request on File and Salesmen chosen..all that remained was the Report and Fee. Later in that quiet night, a mysterious car crash resulting in the deaths of a man and his lover would be discovered. An open and shut case for the coroner..not even bothering to take note that victims' eyes were a milky white from sudden blindness striking them. While their ghostly visages would be ushered along by a free Salesmen to be Ferried...and the Client was dismissed..until she reached the ground floor of that run-down building..Only Salesmen were able to return to the Thirteenth Floor after their shift was over..while Clients..in another elevator..to the surprise of normal office workers
Summary
You work as one of six Salesmen for the Styx Corporation operating out of a run-down building for the single profit of Souls. Your Boss, a figure by the name of Charon -He does find it extraordinary clever..so here's a hint..laugh..- the Seventh Salesmen acts as the broker between Clients and Salesmen. Your Requests come from him..without question or hesitation. It was better than all the clerical work that came after Requests from filing Reports, ferrying Souls, and dreaded cleaning duty as it wasn't exactly the cleanest line of work. Your reasons behind being a Salesmen are your own..but everything has a consequence doesn't it?
OOC Notes
1. This will be a darker and gritter RP at times given the subject matter.
2. Requests can be humorous or silly, it does not need to gloom and doom 24/7.
3. Magic and everything under the sun will be allowed within reason. Remember Magic as a Specialty could be too broad, possibly narrow it down.
4. 3+ Paragraphs per post is highly highly recommended. Five Roles Remain.
5. Questions, Comments and Interest leave a post below!
