A young woman of average height and slim build entered the bar, dressed in a black leather jacket and black jeans, with black combat boots to match. Her skin was a dark caramel, and her hair a vivid purple, growing down almost to her shoulders. Her blue eyes shone with a constant amusement as she approached the table. The woman perched atop the table and crossed her legs, nodding towards Enola. She pulled a small card out of a pocket in her jacket, and handed it to the other.
The card resembled a playing card at first, a Queen with the character resembling the woman herself. On the back of the card, in place of a pattern normally on the back of a card, the surface was lavender. In small, silver letters, the card read:
Estella Calypso, Siren-for-hire
"Estella, lovely to see you." Enola took the card and then returned it. She called for the waitress, and said, "Get me and my friends some drinks. Nothing too strong, unless you want to be hauled out of here by the bootstraps come morning." she said.
Another person had entered the bar. He had milk chocolate-y brown hair and steel grey eyes like those of a blade. He seemed rather out of place in comparison to the others, wearing a shawl over a simple short-sleeved white button-up, his dark grey slacks cuffed at the ends just above his pure black dress shoes. Approaching the group with a strangely optimistic smile on his face, he spat out an introduction with a tone that didn't match his childish face and expressions. "Noel Robinet." The young man sat down on one of the stools, spinning around in it.
(I'm sorry if this is bad but my brain has left the building atm)
(Nah you're good. I'm going to allow other's characters to interact before Enola gives them their mission.)
Sora ran his weathered hands through bouncy, wavy brown hair and sighed. This… he didn't trust anyone here, and he trusted them even less than his… associate. Which was saying something, for sure. "So, now we're all here. What to do, what to do," he tapped his foot nervously against the table leg.
"Well, you can quit your fidgeting and just relax. Nobody's gonna do shit to us here if we don't do shit to them, so let's all have a nice drink and be merry, all of those lovely things." Bennet said, tossing her dark curls and examining her rounded face with a pocket mirror, touching russet colored cheeks that had dimples when she smiled or smirked. Currently, she was doing the latter.
(Ugh idk what I'm doinnnng)
(ajdhhge I have Arrived)
Another person soon came into the building. He was slightly taller than average height, with a slim form and golden curls that caught the light. His name was Marcelin Enjolras, a young revolutionary. Or, perhaps ex-revolutionary would be the best term. He winced faintly as he sat down, rubbing his chest for a moment to try and soothe the pain in his muscles. He had been shot, and his body was still healing, though it had been months. He looked around the group, but didn't interrupt.
"Another young darling for our little group here! I'm more than glad to see you. Tell me, how do you like your drinks? Or not, of course, I just wondered." Enola said. Drinking was common in the Sisterhood of Common Senses, so she could get just about anything the man wanted.
(oh shit wait uhhh what's the like. Technology level?)
Marce blinked. "I don't…just wine, if you have any." He said, his voice carrying a soft accent as he spoke. "Please."
(Fairly modern, with an Ancient Rome aesthetic to it, idk.)
“Wine for my fine friend here, please. A good choice, tribute to our deity Amaryllis of the Celestial Sphere. A little known one, but still, a good choice. And I will have some as well, for our Empress, to achieve transcendence over mortal beings. Make it strong.” she ordered the waitress, who complied immediately and eventually brought back a wide assortment of bottles and glasses. It was clear Enola was ready to pay handsomely, and tip well.
The Watcher just pulled out a little flask and took a swing from that, based on the smell of it, was vodka. "So, what in Nox's name did you call me here for? I thought the invitation looked interesting, but I'd like to know what's going on. And no, it's not the fact that I couldn't find any information, I just didn't look."
“The Scroll of Mad Gods is missing, and if the wrong person has it, well, goodbye earth as we know it. However, you are all very talented people, I’m sure you’ll be able to find it in the next few days.” Enola said.
“W-wait, goodbye earth? You mean the apocalypse?” Sora gasped.
“Yes, I do,” Enola said, “and it’s up to you all to stop it.”
Estella hummed softly, sipping from her drink. "Intriguing," she muttered. "Stopping the apocalypse, that could be good for business." The woman grinned, twirling her hair around her finger. "So, do we know anything so far?"
"Er, stopping an apocalypse by finding a missing scroll?" Noel's eyebrows twitched up a bit. He quietly muttered to himself, "That sounds like quite the task…" He clicked his tongue, putting his shawl over his head like a tent and continued to think over the situation out loud. "I mean, there isn't much fun to a scavenger hunt if you don't know where to start. So then the purple-haired lady asked a good question just now? Most certainly so…" He removed the shawl from his head, bundling it in his arms. He decided to sit quietly and wait until everyone finished voicing their questions.
Marce raised an eyebrow vaguely, but didn't speak, taking a sip of his drink. "Interesting." He finally said slowly, wondering why he was here, exactly.
"We the Sisters have collected you for your unique skillsets, I won't go in-detail because we already know why each of you are here and you won't have to worry for long, your missions will tell you enough of what we need you for. Mainly espionage, to be frank, we don't want to cause a scene, but violence if necessary." Enola explained.
"I'm sorry, but I really must clarify why I am here. I am a nurse, I see no reason why I should be roped in with these… people." Sora said, a little smugly on accident.
"If you must know, I mainly want your associate. You're the only one that can reliably find the woman and they need to be gotten a hold on."
"Oh."
Estella grinned, stretching out her legs as she took another sip. "I like the sound of that," she noted. "Espionage isn't something I'm able to do often, so that's exciting." Her heart was beating hard with excitement, but on the outside, the expression in her eyes barely changed.
The Watcher downed the rest of their flask and smiled, sharp canines glinting. They pulled out a small phone and began to type into it quickly. "How much?" They asked, not looking up.
"In terms of payment? You will be fairly compensated, just name your price and, if it is within reason, you will receive your dues in increments throughout the job. If you have any questions about money, my contact information will be sent to you after this meeting." Enola said.
Marce hummed very faintly. "And what need do you have for a failed revolutionary?" He questioned, mouth quirking faintly in a sad, sardonic smile. His friends were dead and it was his fault. His revolution. The people did not rise. He pushed away the curling, sour guilt that had crawled up inside of him.
"You have a voice, you used it. It wasn't your fault nobody responded. But now I need that voice, that creativity, and I need it as soon as it is available."
"Now, your first mission is simple. Go to the Frances Center this Saturday night, and find the man with the rose corsage. He is the thief you are looking for, capture and interrogate him on the location of the scroll. And do so quietly, we don't want an incident."
"I can do that," Estella decided. "I do have some experience with capturing targets." The woman hummed again, drumming her fingers on the table. "Anything we need to know about this guy?"
"He's rich, and powerful. If he goes missing, I guarantee there will be a search party after him." Enola said quickly. "I do believe we're being watched. So, we'd better finish this meeting quickly, and go our separate ways."
"I'll get in contact with all of you, no need to search any of you out." The Watcher stated, waving their phone while everyone else's dinged with a notification sound that wasn't their original. "I've also changed your notification sound, they were all dreadful." And with that, they turned on their heel and vanished.
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