"Well, its great to finally have you all here! I have 2 contracts each for you to sign, one military one, and one for the company, and then I can show you what all this is about!" He grins.
You are each (apart from Astra) handed 2 papers, one labeled "military service" and the other labeled "Edenbrail terms and conditions." Astra is not handed the first one, as I assume she has already signed it in the past.
Both papers require you to fill in simple details about yourself, including name, age, gender, previous ranks, and previous experience. The military paper then goes on to state that, upon signing it, you agree that should you die, your death is not the fault of the military office or any military personnel, as long as your death occurred in military service. The military will do their utmost best to recover you from any injuries dealt to you whilst in service, but if they are not able to save you, that does not go down as the fault of the military. For the purposes of your mission, you will be required to follow orders from higher ranked personnel, and attack selected targets without hesitation. The military understands that you are not all trained soldiers, and so direct killing is unlikely to be ordered upon you, but still must be accounted for. You are also being brought in for a specific task, not purely for service.
The Edinbrail terms and conditions are a little less daunting. They speak about the state you should keep your living quarters in, being respectful to others, the do's and don'ts of the workshops, your payment and food, free hours, and where all the fire exits are.
What you sign and what you don't is up to you.
Rhoda reads through the entire thing and then signs the paper
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Mr Edinbrail nods as you all finish signing, and gestures for you to follow him. He leads you up the staircases of the building, up to about half way. The building looks professionally comfy, if that's possible. Its a private business, there are inventions like coffee machines, fold out couches, and inventors desks scattered around. "Its so our employees can work anywhere that works for them." Edinbrail explains. "We're partially funded and supervised by the military because of what we're working on, but in truth we're an inventors company, and a large machineries producer."
He stops on floor 9, at the end of a corridor. A number of doors run down it, each with a number plaque from 1-10, and a polished brass handle. "Feel free to pick any dorm, and put anything you brought that you don't wish to carry in there."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Mr Edinbrail nods as you all finish signing, and gestures for you to follow him. He leads you up the staircases of the building, up to about half way. The building looks professionally comfy, if that's possible. Its a private business, there are inventions like coffee machines, fold out couches, and inventors desks scattered around. "Its so our employees can work anywhere that works for them." Edinbrail explains. "We're partially funded and supervised by the military because of what we're working on, but in truth we're an inventors company, and a large machineries producer."
Thoughtful of them. Takuma watches for any inventors that seem to be working on anything related to firearms, to hopefully remember their face(s) in the future.
He stops on floor 9, at the end of a corridor. A number of doors run down it, each with a number plaque from 1-10, and a polished brass handle. "Feel free to pick any dorm, and put anything you brought that you don't wish to carry in there."
The elf waits patiently for the others to choose a dorm, but takes room 4 if it's available and nobody else claims it. "Thank you sir," he says happily to Edinbrail.
He goes in, and looks around the room for just a few seconds, not wanting to keep the man waiting. He also leaves his longbow in the room, and his working tools.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Hey, Kolbi gonna do anything? Didn't want to pressure any of you*
*Good question. Oh but Drummer, feel free to pressure me, at least. Any time.*
*Ha, maybe I will then. I know you all have a life to live, just want you to know that this is just a side thing. I'm not too caught up in it, so I don't want anyone to stress, its just for fun. But yes, now I will pressure the hell out of you*
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
He stops on floor 9, at the end of a corridor. A number of doors run down it, each with a number plaque from 1-10, and a polished brass handle. "Feel free to pick any dorm, and put anything you brought that you don't wish to carry in there."
Kolbi picks number seven, his lucky number. “Thanks, Mr. Edinbrail.”
“Happy to be here, General.” I think…
Astra gives the contracts a cursory skim, before signing her life away.
Kolbi signs both contracts. Whatever comes next, there’s no backing out now. Oh, but is this exciting!
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Rhoda reads through the entire thing and then signs the paper
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Grimthor quickly reads over both documents, then signs them both enthusiastically.
Mr Edinbrail nods as you all finish signing, and gestures for you to follow him. He leads you up the staircases of the building, up to about half way. The building looks professionally comfy, if that's possible. Its a private business, there are inventions like coffee machines, fold out couches, and inventors desks scattered around. "Its so our employees can work anywhere that works for them." Edinbrail explains. "We're partially funded and supervised by the military because of what we're working on, but in truth we're an inventors company, and a large machineries producer."
He stops on floor 9, at the end of a corridor. A number of doors run down it, each with a number plaque from 1-10, and a polished brass handle. "Feel free to pick any dorm, and put anything you brought that you don't wish to carry in there."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Thoughtful of them. Takuma watches for any inventors that seem to be working on anything related to firearms, to hopefully remember their face(s) in the future.
The elf waits patiently for the others to choose a dorm, but takes room 4 if it's available and nobody else claims it. "Thank you sir," he says happily to Edinbrail.
He goes in, and looks around the room for just a few seconds, not wanting to keep the man waiting. He also leaves his longbow in the room, and his working tools.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Astra selects a dorm, stows her ruck, and awaits further instructions.
*Bump in case anyone forgot*
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*boink*
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*Hey, Kolbi gonna do anything? Didn't want to pressure any of you*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Good question. Oh but Drummer, feel free to pressure me, at least. Any time.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Ha, maybe I will then. I know you all have a life to live, just want you to know that this is just a side thing. I'm not too caught up in it, so I don't want anyone to stress, its just for fun. But yes, now I will pressure the hell out of you*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Kolbi pauses. “So, what now? We’ve all signed. What do you need?”
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*Check my last DM post, he lead you somewhere*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Ooo, so Kolbi left somewhere? Did Tak see?*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*no no, I meant my last DM post on this thread, describing what happened after the signing.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Kolbi picks number seven, his lucky number. “Thanks, Mr. Edinbrail.”
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*...oh yeah, woops XD*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟