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Julian frowned when the boss didn’t answer his question. Instead, he was provided several contracts to read thoroughly, which he did. Admittedly, he might have spaced out once or twice (…or more) but there wasn’t anything outlandish or too unexpected in the contracts.
The blond assistant returned with a cartful of object, and Julian listlessly tracked the items on it. If they didn’t have anything to do with those creatures, he wasn’t interested – but he didn’t know yet whether they did or didn’t. The two carts with the henchmen duo received the same treatment.

Apparently, another demonstration was to follow. Upon the boss’s warning, Julian immediately covered his ears. Nonetheless, he promptly winced, shuddered, and grit his teeth at the resounding shot of the gun. He wished he had earplugs (as much as he despised them), because even a handgun this close to him was way, way too loud. He remained grimacing even when Mr. Schoen formed crystals. The show of ability wasn’t enough of a recompense for his auditory suffering – he was sure the assistant could have formed those without being shot at. Admittedly, this was a demonstration of the supernatural power’s usefulness, but it didn’t make Julian any less disgruntled.

He frowned at Schoen’s grin, and when the conversation between the blond and his boss resumed, Julian carefully and with great hesitation removed his hands away from his head. He definitely had a headache forming, and felt greatly shaken. And…yeah, yeah, that was definitely tinnitus. Note to self: get industrial grade noise cancelling headphones asap. It was a grim realization that this workplace would most definitely require such a thing. If it hadn’t been for those creatures, he’d have promptly left.

Julian ignored the byplay between the assistant and the boss, engrossed in his own thoughts until the stag facsimile was manifested. He caught the stag pin from the corner of his eye, and had a realization. So, that's what those items are for. He didn’t care for the chatting between man and creature. Once again, it reminded him of a staged play, and a very boring one at that. Why did these people insist on making everything so theatrical? It made no sense. Still, he did appreciate seeing another of those creatures, observing its behavior, and hearing it talk. As expected, these beings were capable of learning human language.

At the madame’s prompting, he signed the papers with a sigh of resignation – resignation at the sort of environment he’d subject himself to, not the opportunity in general. Then, he stood silently and approached the items. He let his gaze wander freely over them, not truly seeing them in full, just enough to get a vague impression. He definitely wanted something unassuming, functional, comfortable, and small. Something that would fit him. Ah.

He stopped at a particular item. A beautiful circular wristwatch, the casing a light gold, the strap a tough, black leather. Feeling some kind of draw to it, he reached out, and there was something like a hum of acceptance when he touched it. He shook the sleeve down his left hand to reveal a thin wrist, and hesitated. Upon it sat his old wristwatch, a more modern metallic silver one. Chewing on his lip as he pondered, he left it on, and simply put on the new one next to the old one. Then, he brushed a finger over the presumably creature-containing one, and thought, Come out?

And come out they did. They were a vaguely reptilian creature, though somewhat humanoid in their musculature (those were definitely abs). They had a light grey belly, and were dark grey everywhere else, with some stripes of glowing light neon blue interspersed on their skin. They had a white mane of something resembling hair, and the inside of their mouth was turquoise. Even disregarding the tail, they were taller than any human – Julian could tell, even though they were floating, of all things. They seemed happy twirling and twisting around in the air as they scanned the room’s occupants, then ended up fixing their attention on Julian.

“Hey, hey-” they greeted enthusiastically.

Before they could get much farther, Julian raised his palm in the universal sign to stop. “Quieter, please,” he murmured, staring at the beast.

The thing clicked its maw shut and blinked. “Huh, not many a human who’d interrupt one of us like this,” they commented, but matched Julain’s volume.

After a moment of each staring at the other, Julian asked, “What’s your species’ name?”

“Hmm, humans call us Daemons, and most of us are fine with that designation. I’m sure you’ve noticed we’re a varied sort, so there’re several phenotypes we get classified into. For me, I was considered a Naga, a mythological Daemon for a while there, but given my, and I quote ‘nonstandard appearance, not in accordance with most myths’, they’ve reclassified me as a reptilian Shen. I honestly don’t care for the minute details of what category humans think I fit best. What really matters is our power, and whatever shape we take is just a convenient way to manifest. That answer your question?”

Julian nodded, and opened his mouth to ask another, but the Daemon interrupted him with a gesture that nearly perfectly copied Julian’s; raised paw facing forward, claws pointing straight up. The Daemon showed a hint of their teeth in what Julian recognized as a grin – though how he knew what the expression meant, he hadn’t a clue.

“Hey, now, let’s talk more later, yeah? For now, I’ll just need your name, and you mine, I suppose. Then, we should give the others a chance to show off if they want, and you’ll probably want some time to settle in. I sure know I need to get used to this whole ‘I got my own human’ thing. So, introductions – you may call me Inesh. What about you?”

“What about me? …Oh, right. My name. It’s Julian,” he answered, feeling rather overwhelmed. Honestly, the idea to let his mind get used to all this wasn’t a bad one, though he still felt more than eager to discover more – no matter that it’d overturned reality as he knew it several times so far.

Inesh hummed, and as he’d implied, disappeared back into his new watch, leaving behind a noticeable emptiness. Julian slumped into the chair he was still sitting in, exhausted from the brief conversation. He stared at Inesh’s holding place, questions whirring nearly out of control within his mind. From the watch, he felt an out-of-place calming, reassuring feeling. Inesh? At his mental question, there was a brief reaffirming sensation. “Hn,” he uttered a nearly inaudible, wondering sound.
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I love seeing someone a bit more obscure for our first application! The Slavic Pantheon isn't one that's in the public eye in the same way as some others.


Yeah, part of the reason I chose her. I'm most familiar with the Greek and Roman pantheons, but didn't really feel like taking anyone from them. I also didn't want go into something completely unfamiliar (which for me would be Hindu mythos, for example). Slavic pagan stuff on the other hand is vaguely familiar and was a fairly intriguing read (not that I did particularly deep research, lol, just enough to make a CS).
I'll see what I can think of then. I suppose reluctant hero could work too.
If, for whatever reason, you are a neutral party or, heaven forbid, a full-time villain, list that particular occupation here as well.


I take this to mean we absolutely can play as villains. Though I imagine anyone with a neutral/villanous character would be a bit more on their own (plot-vise)?
Can we already write about the selection process of one of the artifacts (and potentially meeting with the Daemon) or only a reaction to what's been revealed so far (and deciding to sign the contract)?
Julian’s eyes watered slightly at the exposure to the chilly wind, and he had to narrow them and blink more so than usually to allay the condition. He didn’t want to rub at them and irritate them, nor did he fancy tearing up, so best he could do was turn his back directly to the wind – at least that way, his face had some cover. Despite possessing more than one way to tell the time (his phone and wristwatch), he wasn’t sure how long he’d been waiting here for. Mainly because he hadn’t been checking, nor had the wait so far bothered him aside from physical sensations of staying out in the cold. Admittedly, most of those effects were mildly irritating, and by the time their escort arrived, Julian was considering the merits and demerits of wearing goggles.

Thankfully, the blonde (valet?) leads them inside after the usual pleasantries. The only unusual thing was his remark of his boss’ eccentricity, though Julian didn’t pay it any mind. That she’d been laying for them in wait in the darkness was perhaps a tad unusual, but could perhaps be attributed to having taken a nap. She didn’t exactly look sleep ruffled, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been sleeping. There were alternate explanations, of course, such as playing a practical joke on her employee, possessing a flair for the dramatics, or preferring the dark, but ultimately an inconsequential detail like that didn’t matter to Julian. He returned the blonde’s stare as he passed by him, and took a seat in one of the guest chairs.

The next person to engage them in a staring contest was the boss, and Julian reciprocated the steady gaze unperturbed. When she questioned them about wanting to get this over with, he replied. “I am interested in the conclusion, but the process is intriguing enough.” That was somewhat true, but mostly, he was looking forward to whatever information they might be provided with.

He hummed tonelessly at her apology, but didn’t otherwise comment. He only half-listened as she briefly listed the other two candidates’ characteristics. The account was incredibly generalized, but possibly meant something to the person it pertained to. He tilted his head to the side when she addressed him, however. He opened his mouth to answer the ‘little bookworm’ question, but didn’t get a chance to before she…expressed concern? “My bones are fine, thank you,” he commented. It was only a blink or so after that he registered the metaphor, and realized she was questioning his grit rather than his actual spine. He dismissed the mistake easily with a minute shift of his shoulders.

However, he did wonder exactly what occupation hazards she was referring to that she believed could lay waste to a mind. That thought preoccupied him through parts of the woman’s following explanation. At least, until the next ominous remark of ‘worse than you may have heard’, which could mean a lot of things. This future-boss of his seemed to enjoy being vague. She hinted at much, but again, what precisely she might be referring to was unclear. Thus, Julian perked up when she mentioned a practical demonstration. Finally.

From her pocket, she produced an eastern American toad. He kept the eyes on the animal – though according to the boss’ implications, that’s not what it was. What followed could have easily occurred in a theater; the door opening, the blonde throwing the woman a sword, the woman brining it down upon the thing forcefully.

It was this, then, when things deviated from the expected scrips. For a regular toad would have been easily sliced in two. There was nary a scratch on the thing – Julian knew, because he’d leaned forward to examine the specimen once the woman removed the sword far enough to do so. He did have to lean back when the creature extended its tongue, and despite the seeming physical impossibility of such an act, swallowed the sword. It reminded him of that ‘looks smaller on the outside’ thing some shows liked to use. The most curious thing was that when the boss mentioned a cut in a paycheck, the toad actually spit the sword out. It has a paycheck, understands human language, and responds to threat. So…whatever it is, must be sentient.

That seemed a fairly likely conclusion, since even an unusually intelligent creature with unprecedented powers wouldn’t be receiving pay if it hadn’t been evaluated as equal – or superior – to humans. A mutual arrangement of some sort had to be involved. Julian was still staring at the being in guise of a toad, when the boss nonchalantly asked them who wants one. His gaze snapped upwards immediately, and unknowing to him, a smile split his face. “How many are there?”
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