Mysaren

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Mysaren frowned as she noticed Ayla's expression turn sour. "My deepest apologies, I did not mean to bring up any bad memories." She said sincerely, bowing her head a bit. "I did not mean to get you in a bad mood. Perhaps it was a bit of a faux pas for me to try to dig too deep into people's histories." She mentally kicked herself. Fuck. There went her chance of getting into Ayla's pants. No matter. She could salvage this.

"I could tell you more about the cities now, if it helps you take your mind off of it. I work in a library, Ms. Ayla, I should be rather good at telling stories, yeah? Could help the mood a bit as well. Everyone seems to be a bit pissy today, don't they? Kind of odd." Mysaren attempted to get comfortable in the bottom bunk, before giving up and climbing up to the top, settling down there. Much better. Gave her a bit of a vantage point as well.

"Or, at least, we can talk about the way you keep staring at me. It is a bit curious. Is there something in particular you keep staring at?"

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Mysaren sat on her bunk, slouched over slightly in order to fit, watching Ayla closely as she worked. She seemed to be more of the warrior type, but definitely not bad to look at. "As I said, I'm afraid I'm not too practiced in fighting, but I can handle a sword. I came here more to do some research on the creatures. Not too much is known about them, you know," She says softly, toying with the hem of her shirt. "I'm more of a scholar than anything, I suppose. "

"Clan Woerich, hm? Quite rich in history, if I do say so myself. I come from the deserts in the east. Most of the greatest scholars come from there, you know. I come from the city Zaneimhat, one of the bigger cities near the River. Have you ever been to the deserts, Ayla? They're actually quite beautiful. Not unlike yourself, of course." Mysaren smirked, her eyes bright with amusement.

"Only half kidding, of course. Anyways, it's quite obvious you're a bit of a warrior, but if you don't mind, tell me a bit more, hm? I'm curious to hear about you. You seem like a rather interesting woman."

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I'm going to apologize in advance to any characters, male or female, that Mysaren flirts with.

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Mysaren's hand fell to her side and she nodded. "Uh, right. Of course." (pompous asshole bash his head in with a fucking bottle) He was certainly a bit on the... abrasive side. She supposed she would have to get used to it though, and stepped inside, making note of the building. It wasn't awful, she supposed. She put her things down next to her bunk and took off her robe, neatly folding it and placing it on her bed.

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Whoops, didn't see your post, Jester. Let me edit that real fast.

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Mysaren chuckled at the confusion written on the womans face. Never really got old to see people's reactions. She smiled at the two, extending a hand out to the man, who was standing closest to her. "Uh, pleasure to meet you two! My name's Mysaren. Uh, well, yes, I'm rather afraid I'm not one of the... rougher types. I came to see more about perhaps researching the supernatural creatures. Would be an interesting opportunity, no? Yes. I could probably afford to get some weapons and armor, but I would prefer to get a bit of a briefing on what our jobs will be. I'm not inexperienced with a sword, persay, but, well, I don't get too much practice with it these days."

Mysaren felt she was starting to ramble, and closed herself off with a tight smile. "Uh, either way, I uh, am excited to see what the job has in store for us." Mysaren smiled again, trying to ignore the now almost intolerable throbbing in her head right now (join us join us join us). It was odd, it was almost as if she was hearing (the darkness) whispering right in her ears, and yet no one could be doing it. At least, no one that she saw, and ther eweren't many places to really hide around the building. Mysaren folded up the flyer and put it back into her bag, noticing the book that she was translating. Just looking at it made her eyes start to water, so she quickly closed her satchel.

"I uh, do believe it would be rather rude to barge in like that. "

Mysaren jumped a bit as Thaler spoke towards the stranger who had just... walked in. Well, that was rather curious. "Uh, actually, yes! We're here for the jobs. Uh, my name's Mysaren!"

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Posted in the IC. Tell me if I need to change anything, the program I was using to write makes it a bit difficult to switch back and forth between their posts and what I'm writing.

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Mysaren awoke, and heard the crinkle of paper under her head. Right, the flyer. Good on her for remembering to leave it under her pillow. She did have somewhat of a pisspoor memory. She got up and quickly got dressed and ready, checking over her bags to make sure she had everything. A bit of money, some parchment, those old texts about the darkness or whatever (the darkness calls) and yet something felt slightly off. Must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed today, she did.

She stepped out the door, making sure to keep her hood down as she strolled through the town towards the old garden district. The Silver Dagger was not the building she was expecting, not at all. She expected some grand building with banners and maybe a couple of fire breathers on the outside of it. It was pleasantly simple, something Mysaren found herself appreciating as she stepped towards the building. She heard voices (do you ever feel like you've been here before) and her headache started up again as she followed them. Someone was calling someone else tiny. Surely it wasn't her. Mysaren wasn't exactly scary looking, but she was rather tall. So obviously there were at least two people here.

"Uh, pardon me." Mysaren said, approaching the door. Oh, well, perhaps the entire tiny thing was a joke. There was a woman standing there, a warrior type, and some lunkhead of a man. Something about him felt (dangerous) almost warm, someone who had a bit more personality then they were letting on. "Uh, I do hope I'm not interuppting anything, but are you all here for the job offer?" She pulled out the flyer and held it up, making sure they were all on the same page. The two could probably easily snap her like a twig, but if they were here for the job offer as well, they would probably be working together. If not, well, it is always a good idea to be nice (the blood has been spilled he awaits) just in case. Nothing wrong with a bit of hospitality now and again.

Mysaren bounced patiently on her heels as she waited, keeping a close eye on the door the entire time. She took one hand off of the paper and moved it towards her sword, her mind racing with all the possiblities. Could be a trap. Could be some horrible faker that wrote the flyer and they could all be (vessels) killed or attacked by monsters. Monsters seemed to run around here frequently often, and Mysaren was glad that she had never actually run into one before. She'd seen the damage they could do, people stumbling into the library with blood gushing from everywhere (i wonder how it tastes). Maybe the supernatural aspects of the job could be a bit rough at times. Maybe she should leave.

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Made my application. I know my example post is a bit on the short side, but the word processor I wrote it in made it look like a lot more than it actually was. I can happily make it longer if you want me to, but I feel like it got the point across. I'd also like to make a case on the fact that I'm running on very little sleep right now.

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Name: Mysaren Fortier
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Description: 6'3, with her hair usually kept in long, black dreadlocks that go down to just above the middle of her back. She has dark brown skin, and deep blue eyes. Her face is littered with scars and burns. She's usually seen wearing long black robes with a red trim. Underneath, she just wears a grey tunic and black pants. She carries around a knapsack, which is filled with various books, ink, and parchment. She keeps a short sword on her belt for protection.
Occupation: Scholar at the local college. Works translating old texts for the library.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear

The library's lanterns were blown out one by one as the night crew worked to give everything ready for tomorrow. Mysaren bit the skin of her left thumb as she worked, right hand working diligently to finish her latest project. Ash shiasta yi ifieth, it's translation being, The history of the dark, was turning out to be a bit more interesting than her other translation jobs. Instead of some old farmer's logbook or the history of irrigation, it seemed to be about something the author referred to as Ash Harai Cas.

In all of her other texts, she couldn't seem to find any other mention of Ash Harai Cas. The only words she could translate were Ash, which means The, and Cas, which means ones. So, the Harai ones. Harai being the word that was lost. It didn't matter much to her, though. The book seemed to be a rather niche read, speaking in almost entirely in metaphor about some strange, dark creatures that lived on the outskirts of the universe. Her head started to throb a bit as she read more about them, so she skipped ahead a few pages.

The part she was working on now almost read like a ritual, talking of eyes of dragons and various plants and herbs. Summoning the Ash Harai Cas seemed to take a lot of work, and before she knew it, it was midnight. Her eyes strained from working by only candlelight, she shuffled the texts into her bag before gathering her things and making her way to her home.

Glad to be within the confines of her own property, she noticed a flyer stuck to the door of her home. Help wanted! Full time positions... The Silver Dagger? She looked the flyer over a few times, wondering if it was perhaps some odd joke. It seemed to be completely serious, and it seemed like quite the opportunity. Her interest in the supernatural and her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she held onto the flyer tightly, as if it would go away if she let go. Besides, she could always go with a bit extra money.

However, it would be in poor taste to go this early in the morning, she had decided, so she slipped inside of her home. The flyer was slipped under her pillow, andt she quickly fell into a deep sleep. A shroud of darkness soon fell over her, and quickly overtook her.