[attr="class","burnt"]"Võ Kiều Ry strolled past burnt out slums and totems made from posters of the deceased. Her height paired with a lace shawl made an Elf disguise without thinking twice. The morning sun made the stone streets warm against the brisk breeze that lingered through the heart of the city. By now, the smell of decomposition and genocide had practically gone, a concerted effort by the Council, their most concerted in a long time. Near a tower of missing posters, a tall man in a golden fur overcoat blathered on with a brunette faerie in tow.
"Despite several of its neigbouring establishments laying as piles of rubble, the Ren Bar would have stood out regardless. The unique architecture, with its ample usage of glass and curves, helped carve the Ren Bar out of its surroundings. Residue on the sprawling front window pointed downwards, at the heap of removed 'MISSING' posters on the ground. A 'SEEKING EMPLOYEES' notice was pasted in their stead. Võ Kiều Ry looked at the one she had brought and, satisfied to have the exact same, walked towards the door. The witch felt at her face to see if the wounds had yet to heal, then at her ears to check that her magicked appearance remained. Knocking with one hand, the other keeping the shawl in place against the wind, she called out, 'Is someone there? I know it's before hours but I had hoped to see about employment here. I- It's somewhat urgent.' The witch had almost said 'I'm hurt' but decided against it. At that, she wondered how one of her friends, an actual elf, fared, seeing as how Quilliam had hidden herself away weeks before the Ghoul Purge. Võ Kiều Ry knocked again to clear her mind.
[attr="class","icf"]Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared.
A bell sounded above the Elf-disguised Witch as she entered the establishment, alerting staff of entry. Immediately, a young angel dashed to the front of the building, hollering about before she had even reached the door.
"Maware, you big dumb, I'm NOT listening to your 'girlfriend' about your excuse as to why you're late again!"
Cheeks puffed up as her stomping echoed, though swiftly came to a halt once the visitor came into view. Aqua irises searched high and low for who she imagined to be with the Elf, yet found nothing. Brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before realization hit, embarrassment replacing her features.
"Huh? Oh-- Oh no, I'm super sorry, ma'am! I thought... I couldn't see you from the section and-- Ahem!"
Composing herself, she straightened up and swept blonde locks back behind an ear. While she had on her most welcome smile, remnants of flushed cheeks still remained.
"My mistake, and I apologize. Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?"
[attr="class","burnt"]"Võ Kiều Ry smiled at the young angel. 'Please, there's no need to apologise. It would seem that a Maware may have to however.' she giggled. 'There is something you can help me with, actually. I was hoping that this establishment was still indeed looking for employees.' Võ Kiều Ry produced the 'SEEKING EMPLOYEES' notice and lowered herself a bit so the girl could see it.
"'It's forward of me, for which I apologise, but I was hoping I could take a job here? I can work in the back, until I've managed to set these wounds right," she teased the shawl back to show the scars that had been left on her face, "I've suffered a bit of an injury at my previous workplace, and they've let me go to avoid needing to cover healing expenses.' Võ Kiều Ry paused, and enjoyed a look at the inside of the place. The hip and contrasting exterior was complemented by a unique and quaint interior. 'I've tonnes of experience managing as well as personally running bottle services. I worked at the establishment Fitzgerald's, for a time, before moving to my most recent employer, actually.' she blinked. 'I, I didn't even realise I'd been going on for so long, I didn't mean to dump all of that on you, I'm just hoping to get back on my feet soon.' finished Võ Kiều Ry, looking down to her left with heavy eyes.
[attr="class","icf"]Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared.
Abigail, who sat on one of the stools by the bar, stood and patted her skirt down. She gave a light smile at the guest before giving a curtsy. After all, that's what one did as a greeting.
"Welcome to our lovely establishment!" She clapped her hands in excitement, "Yes, we are in fact looking for some helpers. Isn't that so sister?"
Abigail shot a quick glance over at Abby, prompting her to take over things. "Please, take a seat so we may discuss positions." The Angel motioned to one of the empty stools. The bar table was filled with colorful what one would guess to be alcohol with a medium-sized grey tip jar at the edge, next to where the coins were managed.
[attr="class","burnt"]"She bowed with the utmost propriety and pulled her shawl a touch closer. 'It is very good to meet you both. You two are sisters? The resemblance is clearer now.' she giggled. 'In any case, you both have done a wonderful job preparing this place for guests, it has been the talk of the Tree for some time now.' Võ Kiều Ry smiled.
"Following Abigail's lead, she took a seat on one of the tall stools that lined the bar. Various bottles of accelerant caught her eye. Here, they're just drinks, she supposed. Somehow there were, atop the table, a couple bottles of the expensive whisky that had spurred a string of petty robberies a few weeks ago. Võ wondered how good it could possibly be as an accelerant, if some found it worth fighting over. 'If I may, how did the both of you come into owning the bar? Its location alone must make the rent costs astronomical. Sorry, I shouldn't be distracted as I am. I was hoping to discuss positions as you'd mentioned.' said Võ Kiều Ry, looking at the decorations dotting the walls.
[attr="class","icf"]Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared.
After taking her sister's lead, she jammed her elbow into Abigail's side and paced on over to the table. Instead of taking a seat, she leaned up against the countertop, head in her hands as she balanced a chair as well as herself from falling over.
"Pavane secret!"
She grinned, tilting her head a bit before fixing the wooden stool back in place. There really wasn't any secret to how they came to acquire such a place, but a secret certainly made it seem like more fun of a rumor.
"So, so! What position are you interested in? Waitress, right?"
"Abby!" Abigail chided, sending her sister a sharp glare before fixing her expression and looking back at their potential employee. The Angel swiftly dragged the chair Abby was 'playing with' and set it to the side where it should be. "Let our guest choose their own profession."
The Angel gave a light smile, "Any position would be very appreciated at the moment."
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[attr="class","burnt"]"Võ Kiều Ry touched her chin in thought. 'I've experience waiting tables as well as mixing drinks. I'd be more than happy to resume doing so, here. I must say, I do enjoy a good mystery.' she smiled, in reference to the sisters' 'Pavane secret'. 'I can start tomorrow, if that's okay. I'll take any and all shifts available to me. Eagerness comes easily to me, especially during these uncertain times.' Võ beamed. 'Is there anything you both would ask of me? I'm happy to answer any questions you may have.'
[attr="class","icf"]Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared.
Blonde hardly flinched as the chair was moved away from her, and in fact, hardly reacted at all. While she toned out her younger sibling's words, she listened to everything the stranger guest had come to say.
"As a matter of fact, there is!" She grinned, beating her sister where she felt as though it counted.
"We don't hire just anyone. Have you... Uh. Have you..."
Hesitating, she tried to recall the list of questions, to no avail.
Abigail audibly huffed at her sister's antics then turned her attention to their guest.
"Have you ever dealt with any troublesome customers?" She gave a light smile, "How did you handle it if you did?"
Abigail didn't have too much to ask but she felt like this was an appropriate question considering their expected consumer base. There was one last thing to touch on afterwards but... one thing at a time, she reminded herself as her mind wandered like it usually did.
[attr="class","burnt"]"She couldn't help but laugh softly. 'Troublesome customers, is that so? At the risk of not sounding charitable to them, I think I would have to say yes, I have.' Võ held her hands behind her back, and beneath the skin layer, her knuckles glowed with dazzling warm colours fitting of an inferno. The radiance subsided quickly as she refocused herself. 'I've made a point of keeping a cool head around the clientele, something about myself wanting to act professional, I would surmise. It's really only been limited to things like incorrect orders or complaints about serving sizes, nothing too out of the ordinary or rage-inducing, I should be so fortunate.' Võ clasped her hands together in front of herself now.
[attr="class","icf"]Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared.
Although the elder twin listened carefully to the interviewee, she found herself bored at the question. Abigail had gone on about what questions to ask, yet Abby only cared to remember the fun ones. Right as the Elfling had concluded her answer, Abby leaned over the countertop to chime in with her favorite inquiry.
"Oh, oh! And if you were a cooking you-ten-sile, which one would you be?"
Gaze quickly shot over to her sister for approval, beaming that she recalled one of the questions-- even if it was likely the least important one.
[attr="class","burnt"]"Contemplation made its way onto Võ's expression. 'The simple kitchen shears, perhaps. Sometimes a knife can be unwieldy or unwelcoming for a given task. Shears can fill that role just as well. They're very safety-forward, too. Schoolchildren can make use of them, tailors and charcutiers make use of them. There's something quite nice about how available they can be, on top of their utility. Plus, they can be use with one hand' The witch gave a warm smile as she grew certain of her answer. She placed her hands on her lap as she tilted her head slightly in anticipation for the next question.
[attr="class","icf"]Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared.
Living in a dystopian society, seven mystic races are trapped due to their own selfishness. Tensions rise between the races and the different social classes, leading up to the constant struggle for power, with no end in sight.
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