Lilith's eyes widen more and more as she continues to read. Eventually, she sets the paper down and takes a second or two to process what she just read.
"I... Well, this is the closest thing to a resume I've seen anyone bring so far. I just have one question: Do you have any prior experience in any particular field?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well, I have basic skills in most things that I reckon would be involved in this job, like writing, determination, negotiation, maybe a little magic, and I can hold my own with a sword, but I don't really specialise in any one thing."
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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.
*upon reading all this i started to think: Wait… Resumes. And then: flip, i have not put enough thought into this. so now its time for procrastination because Archfey forgot to think*
*upon reading all this i started to think: Wait… Resumes. And then: flip, i have not put enough thought into this. so now its time for procrastination because Archfey forgot to think*
*lol, good luck. And don't see me as an expectation you need to meet, I just really love writing/role playing*
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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.
*upon reading all this i started to think: Wait… Resumes. And then: flip, i have not put enough thought into this. so now its time for procrastination because Archfey forgot to think*
*lol, good luck. And don't see me as an expectation you need to meet, I just really love writing/role playing*
*woooh but so do i so now i start worrying for no reason yay*
*upon reading all this i started to think: Wait… Resumes. And then: flip, i have not put enough thought into this. so now its time for procrastination because Archfey forgot to think*
*lol, good luck. And don't see me as an expectation you need to meet, I just really love writing/role playing*
*woooh but so do i so now i start worrying for no reason yay*
*lol, don't stress it*
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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.
*upon reading all this i started to think: Wait… Resumes. And then: flip, i have not put enough thought into this. so now its time for procrastination because Archfey forgot to think*
*lol, good luck. And don't see me as an expectation you need to meet, I just really love writing/role playing*
*woooh but so do i so now i start worrying for no reason yay*
"Well, I have basic skills in most things that I reckon would be involved in this job, like writing, determination, negotiation, maybe a little magic, and I can hold my own with a sword, but I don't really specialise in any one thing."
"Well, then in that case... you've got the job!" Lilith stands up, visibly ecstatic. "As to what that job is, follow me. I'll lead you over to Gene, and he'll show you the ropes from there."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Do you want to go first?” They ask the person wearing the robes.
"Sure." The man turns to walk away, then remembers that he may be spending a lot of time with you in the coming days, so he should probably make a good first impression. He turns back around and puts out a hand. "The names patriarchus, but you can just call me Ark."
*It's a good job Yvonne allowed fey, otherwise I might have been in a little trouble lol*
“Hi, Ark, I’m Lonely. Good luck!” They shake Ark’s Hand.
*i was originally going to do a fey too, but I decided not to*
"You too."
Lonely sits down because I’m assuming there are chairs in this room.
*there are, indeed, chairs.*
After a while of waiting, an older-looking devil with a beige suit and an obnoxious purple tie (how did they manage to fit both plaid AND polka-dots on it!?) walks into the lobby. He has wiry grey chin hairs that would suggest he's growing out a beard, and two horns like a buffalo's. He notices you waiting for Ark's interview to be done, and walks over.
"You waiting for an interview?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Do you want to go first?” They ask the person wearing the robes.
"Sure." The man turns to walk away, then remembers that he may be spending a lot of time with you in the coming days, so he should probably make a good first impression. He turns back around and puts out a hand. "The names patriarchus, but you can just call me Ark."
*It's a good job Yvonne allowed fey, otherwise I might have been in a little trouble lol*
“Hi, Ark, I’m Lonely. Good luck!” They shake Ark’s Hand.
*i was originally going to do a fey too, but I decided not to*
"You too."
Lonely sits down because I’m assuming there are chairs in this room.
*there are, indeed, chairs.*
After a while of waiting, an older-looking devil with a beige suit and an obnoxious purple tie (how did they manage to fit both plaid AND polka-dots on it!?) walks into the lobby. He has wiry grey chin hairs that would suggest he's growing out a beard, and two horns like a buffalo's. He notices you waiting for Ark's interview to be done, and walks over.
"Well," He chuckles to himself about nothing in particular. "I just got off my break, and I don't have anything to do right now, so I'd be more than happy to do your interview!"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well," He chuckles to himself about nothing in particular. "I just got off my break, and I don't have anything to do right now, so I'd be more than happy to do your interview!"
“Alright!” They get up, and their hair goes all weird and tentacle-y for a second, the hair turning black and distorted like squid skin, with eyes momentarily opening and looking around. It goes back to normal.
"Well," He chuckles to himself about nothing in particular. "I just got off my break, and I don't have anything to do right now, so I'd be more than happy to do your interview!"
“Alright!” They get up, and their hair goes all weird and tentacle-y for a second, the hair turning black and distorted like squid skin, with eyes momentarily opening and looking around. It goes back to normal.
The old demon doesn't seem to notice, or if they did, they weren't startled by it. They lead you into a little room with a desk in it and two chairs. Another one of those typewriter devices sits on the desk, as well as a little nameplate propped up that reads 'Jeremy G.' The room almost seems like a repurposed broom closet, and it barely has enough space between the desk and the wall for Jeremy to move to the other side of the room and sit down.
"Don't get the wrong impression: I just asked for this room because I like small spaces. Helps me focus. Now," he sits down, repositioning a little photo of something you can't see from where you are. "Let's get to business: What's your name?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well," He chuckles to himself about nothing in particular. "I just got off my break, and I don't have anything to do right now, so I'd be more than happy to do your interview!"
“Alright!” They get up, and their hair goes all weird and tentacle-y for a second, the hair turning black and distorted like squid skin, with eyes momentarily opening and looking around. It goes back to normal.
The old demon doesn't seem to notice, or if they did, they weren't startled by it. They lead you into a little room with a desk in it and two chairs. Another one of those typewriter devices sits on the desk, as well as a little nameplate propped up that reads 'Jeremy G.' The room almost seems like a repurposed broom closet, and it barely has enough space between the desk and the wall for Jeremy to move to the other side of the room and sit down.
"Don't get the wrong impression: I just asked for this room because I like small spaces. Helps me focus. Now," he sits down, repositioning a little photo of something you can't see from where you are. "Let's get to business: What's your name?"
"Well, I have basic skills in most things that I reckon would be involved in this job, like writing, determination, negotiation, maybe a little magic, and I can hold my own with a sword, but I don't really specialise in any one thing."
"Well, then in that case... you've got the job!" Lilith stands up, visibly ecstatic. "As to what that job is, follow me. I'll lead you over to Gene, and he'll show you the ropes from there."
Ark properly smiles, not just one of his half smiles. "Thank you! I hope to do the best I can here." He stands up, and as he does so, his cloak transforms. It gets tighter, becoming a professional looking suit, fully equipped with a black tie with a blue stripe down the middle which complements his orange eyes, and a white shirt underneath. Now the cloak is gone, you can see he has a rapier in a sheath on the side of his waist.
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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.
"Well," He chuckles to himself about nothing in particular. "I just got off my break, and I don't have anything to do right now, so I'd be more than happy to do your interview!"
“Alright!” They get up, and their hair goes all weird and tentacle-y for a second, the hair turning black and distorted like squid skin, with eyes momentarily opening and looking around. It goes back to normal.
The old demon doesn't seem to notice, or if they did, they weren't startled by it. They lead you into a little room with a desk in it and two chairs. Another one of those typewriter devices sits on the desk, as well as a little nameplate propped up that reads 'Jeremy G.' The room almost seems like a repurposed broom closet, and it barely has enough space between the desk and the wall for Jeremy to move to the other side of the room and sit down.
"Don't get the wrong impression: I just asked for this room because I like small spaces. Helps me focus. Now," he sits down, repositioning a little photo of something you can't see from where you are. "Let's get to business: What's your name?"
“Lonely.”
"Lonely..." He repeats the name to himself as he types it into the machine. "Okay. Lonely, what job are you hoping to get? Revision Branch? Archiving?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well," He chuckles to himself about nothing in particular. "I just got off my break, and I don't have anything to do right now, so I'd be more than happy to do your interview!"
“Alright!” They get up, and their hair goes all weird and tentacle-y for a second, the hair turning black and distorted like squid skin, with eyes momentarily opening and looking around. It goes back to normal.
The old demon doesn't seem to notice, or if they did, they weren't startled by it. They lead you into a little room with a desk in it and two chairs. Another one of those typewriter devices sits on the desk, as well as a little nameplate propped up that reads 'Jeremy G.' The room almost seems like a repurposed broom closet, and it barely has enough space between the desk and the wall for Jeremy to move to the other side of the room and sit down.
"Don't get the wrong impression: I just asked for this room because I like small spaces. Helps me focus. Now," he sits down, repositioning a little photo of something you can't see from where you are. "Let's get to business: What's your name?"
“Lonely.”
"Lonely..." He repeats the name to himself as he types it into the machine. "Okay. Lonely, what job are you hoping to get? Revision Branch? Archiving?"
"Well, I have basic skills in most things that I reckon would be involved in this job, like writing, determination, negotiation, maybe a little magic, and I can hold my own with a sword, but I don't really specialise in any one thing."
"Well, then in that case... you've got the job!" Lilith stands up, visibly ecstatic. "As to what that job is, follow me. I'll lead you over to Gene, and he'll show you the ropes from there."
Ark properly smiles, not just one of his half smiles. "Thank you! I hope to do the best I can here." He stands up, and as he does so, his cloak transforms. It gets tighter, becoming a professional looking suit, fully equipped with a black tie with a blue stripe down the middle which complements his orange eyes, and a white shirt underneath. Now the cloak is gone, you can see he has a rapier in a sheath on the side of his waist.
"Wow, that was fast. Alright, follow me!" Lilith opens the door and leads you down a long hallway, turning right and left as if entirely by chance, with no indication as to where you're going. Then, after a minute or so, you reach an elevator, which opens its doors almost as soon as you lay eyes on it.
"I have a feeling you're really going to like what we have ready for you here."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well, I have basic skills in most things that I reckon would be involved in this job, like writing, determination, negotiation, maybe a little magic, and I can hold my own with a sword, but I don't really specialise in any one thing."
"Well, then in that case... you've got the job!" Lilith stands up, visibly ecstatic. "As to what that job is, follow me. I'll lead you over to Gene, and he'll show you the ropes from there."
Ark properly smiles, not just one of his half smiles. "Thank you! I hope to do the best I can here." He stands up, and as he does so, his cloak transforms. It gets tighter, becoming a professional looking suit, fully equipped with a black tie with a blue stripe down the middle which complements his orange eyes, and a white shirt underneath. Now the cloak is gone, you can see he has a rapier in a sheath on the side of his waist.
"Wow, that was fast. Alright, follow me!" Lilith opens the door and leads you down a long hallway, turning right and left as if entirely by chance, with no indication as to where you're going. Then, after a minute or so, you reach an elevator, which opens its doors almost as soon as you lay eyes on it.
"I have a feeling you're really going to like what we have ready for you here."
"I think I might have the same feeling."
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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.
"Well," He chuckles to himself about nothing in particular. "I just got off my break, and I don't have anything to do right now, so I'd be more than happy to do your interview!"
“Alright!” They get up, and their hair goes all weird and tentacle-y for a second, the hair turning black and distorted like squid skin, with eyes momentarily opening and looking around. It goes back to normal.
The old demon doesn't seem to notice, or if they did, they weren't startled by it. They lead you into a little room with a desk in it and two chairs. Another one of those typewriter devices sits on the desk, as well as a little nameplate propped up that reads 'Jeremy G.' The room almost seems like a repurposed broom closet, and it barely has enough space between the desk and the wall for Jeremy to move to the other side of the room and sit down.
"Don't get the wrong impression: I just asked for this room because I like small spaces. Helps me focus. Now," he sits down, repositioning a little photo of something you can't see from where you are. "Let's get to business: What's your name?"
“Lonely.”
"Lonely..." He repeats the name to himself as he types it into the machine. "Okay. Lonely, what job are you hoping to get? Revision Branch? Archiving?"
“Mmmmmmmm… what are my options?”
"Well... umm... let me see." Jeremy opens a filing cabinet in the corner of the room, rummaging through it for a bit before setting down a few papers. He picks them up and starts reading down the list, putting on a pair of half-moon glasses that were in a drawer in his desk.
"There's the Archiving Branch... Maintenance... Ooh, I forgot about that one: Portal Calibration... Contract Revision... Contract Consultant... Accounting..." he continues reading down the list, listing numerous jobs that sound very uninteresting.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Lilith's eyes widen more and more as she continues to read. Eventually, she sets the paper down and takes a second or two to process what she just read.
"I... Well, this is the closest thing to a resume I've seen anyone bring so far. I just have one question: Do you have any prior experience in any particular field?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well, I have basic skills in most things that I reckon would be involved in this job, like writing, determination, negotiation, maybe a little magic, and I can hold my own with a sword, but I don't really specialise in any one thing."
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.
*upon reading all this i started to think: Wait… Resumes. And then: flip, i have not put enough thought into this. so now its time for procrastination because Archfey forgot to think*
*lol, good luck. And don't see me as an expectation you need to meet, I just really love writing/role playing*
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.
*woooh but so do i so now i start worrying for no reason yay*
*lol, don't stress it*
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.
*i’ll try.*
"Well, then in that case... you've got the job!" Lilith stands up, visibly ecstatic. "As to what that job is, follow me. I'll lead you over to Gene, and he'll show you the ropes from there."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*there are, indeed, chairs.*
After a while of waiting, an older-looking devil with a beige suit and an obnoxious purple tie (how did they manage to fit both plaid AND polka-dots on it!?) walks into the lobby. He has wiry grey chin hairs that would suggest he's growing out a beard, and two horns like a buffalo's. He notices you waiting for Ark's interview to be done, and walks over.
"You waiting for an interview?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Yep!”
"Well," He chuckles to himself about nothing in particular. "I just got off my break, and I don't have anything to do right now, so I'd be more than happy to do your interview!"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Alright!” They get up, and their hair goes all weird and tentacle-y for a second, the hair turning black and distorted like squid skin, with eyes momentarily opening and looking around. It goes back to normal.
The old demon doesn't seem to notice, or if they did, they weren't startled by it. They lead you into a little room with a desk in it and two chairs. Another one of those typewriter devices sits on the desk, as well as a little nameplate propped up that reads 'Jeremy G.' The room almost seems like a repurposed broom closet, and it barely has enough space between the desk and the wall for Jeremy to move to the other side of the room and sit down.
"Don't get the wrong impression: I just asked for this room because I like small spaces. Helps me focus. Now," he sits down, repositioning a little photo of something you can't see from where you are. "Let's get to business: What's your name?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Lonely.”
Ark properly smiles, not just one of his half smiles. "Thank you! I hope to do the best I can here." He stands up, and as he does so, his cloak transforms. It gets tighter, becoming a professional looking suit, fully equipped with a black tie with a blue stripe down the middle which complements his orange eyes, and a white shirt underneath. Now the cloak is gone, you can see he has a rapier in a sheath on the side of his waist.
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.
"Lonely..." He repeats the name to himself as he types it into the machine. "Okay. Lonely, what job are you hoping to get? Revision Branch? Archiving?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Mmmmmmmm… what are my options?”
"Wow, that was fast. Alright, follow me!" Lilith opens the door and leads you down a long hallway, turning right and left as if entirely by chance, with no indication as to where you're going. Then, after a minute or so, you reach an elevator, which opens its doors almost as soon as you lay eyes on it.
"I have a feeling you're really going to like what we have ready for you here."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I think I might have the same feeling."
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.
"Well... umm... let me see." Jeremy opens a filing cabinet in the corner of the room, rummaging through it for a bit before setting down a few papers. He picks them up and starts reading down the list, putting on a pair of half-moon glasses that were in a drawer in his desk.
"There's the Archiving Branch... Maintenance... Ooh, I forgot about that one: Portal Calibration... Contract Revision... Contract Consultant... Accounting..." he continues reading down the list, listing numerous jobs that sound very uninteresting.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)