Appearing from a strange pool of black goo is a Small humanoid. They seem to be human, about 15-16 years old. As they exit the pool, their hair shifts from a distorted black to a light brown. Their skin does the same. They are wearing a light yellow turtle neck sweater and black jeans. Every once in a while, their messy, fluffy hair turns black at the ends for a few seconds.
You are standing outside the Bureau, and you can see through the stained glass door (with some difficulty) that there is someone standing in front of a desk, talking to a demon resembling a tree.
They walk in.
Inside the main hall of the Bureau, you see all sorts of bronze piping latticed across the ceiling and back wall. Marble columns on either side are held up by marble statues of various people, all of which are carved to appear that they are struggling to hold the weight. Behind the front desk sits a large demon that resembles a tree without leaves, with one bloodshot eye in its center. Standing in front of the desk is a young man with black hair in dark robes, who seems to be talking to the tree demon.
The demon looks at you for a moment with a tired gaze, and then looks back down at its typewriter-like device. You hear it muttering under its breath. "Oh. There's two of them now. Great."
"I take it you also don't have an appointment?"
“Nope! Here for the job Application.”
"I figured as much." The tree-demon, whom you now notice has a little pin with the name 'Ollivander' engraved on it, finishes typing and picks up a phone that looks like it came from a good few centuries ago.
"Hello... Yes, they're here... Two of them... Alright... Thank you..." You hear a little click as Ollivander puts the phone back into place. "Your interviewer is ready for you two. Choose which one goes first amongst yourselves."
“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*
“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*
*I literally made a character that is perfect for this thread*
A knock can be heard at the door.
Someone opens the door. They seem to be human, about 15-16 years old. They are wearing a light yellow turtle neck sweater and black jeans. Every once in a while, their messy, fluffy hair turns black at the ends for a few seconds.
“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."
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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.
“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.
*I literally made a character that is perfect for this thread*
A knock can be heard at the door.
Someone opens the door. They seem to be human, about 15-16 years old. They are wearing a light yellow turtle neck sweater and black jeans. Every once in a while, their messy, fluffy hair turns black at the ends for a few seconds.
”Hiya! Who are you?”
*This was for the door to the tree demon’s office*
*I literally made a character that is perfect for this thread*
A knock can be heard at the door.
Someone opens the door. They seem to be human, about 15-16 years old. They are wearing a light yellow turtle neck sweater and black jeans. Every once in a while, their messy, fluffy hair turns black at the ends for a few seconds.
”Hiya! Who are you?”
*This was for the door to the tree demon’s office*
*they are at the front desk, so my character opened the door because they wanted to greet whoever was there. The tree and them are at the front desk*
“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."
Ollivander points down the hallway to the left of the desk. "Alright, head through the first door to the left, and she should be there. Good luck."
You see a gelatinous creature with a clip-on tie attached to its mass, holding a cup of some steaming beverage with one sludgy hand, leaving through one of the doors and heading further down the hallway. Oddly enough, they don't leave any sort of residue or mess behind them as they shuffle across the hall and out of sight.
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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."
Ollivander points down the hallway to the left of the desk. "Alright, head through the first door to the left, and she should be there. Good luck."
You see a gelatinous creature with a clip-on tie attached to its mass, holding a cup of some steaming beverage with one sludgy hand, leaving through one of the doors and heading further down the hallway. Oddly enough, they don't leave any sort of residue or mess behind them as they shuffle across the hall and out of sight.
Ark nods at Ollivander and moves down the corridor, heading into the first door on the left.
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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.
“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."
Ollivander points down the hallway to the left of the desk. "Alright, head through the first door to the left, and she should be there. Good luck."
You see a gelatinous creature with a clip-on tie attached to its mass, holding a cup of some steaming beverage with one sludgy hand, leaving through one of the doors and heading further down the hallway. Oddly enough, they don't leave any sort of residue or mess behind them as they shuffle across the hall and out of sight.
Ark nods at Ollivander and moves down the corridor, heading into the first door on the left.
You open the door into a room with one large, rectangular table in the center. Over a dozen chairs surround the table, which has an empty crystal bowl sitting in the center. There doesn't seem to be anyone else in the room...
Suddenly, and without any warning, a young-looking devil wearing a deep crimson suit winks into existence. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns that stick straight up like an antelope's.
"Hiya! Welcome to the Bureau! You're... Ark, yeah?"
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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."
Ollivander points down the hallway to the left of the desk. "Alright, head through the first door to the left, and she should be there. Good luck."
You see a gelatinous creature with a clip-on tie attached to its mass, holding a cup of some steaming beverage with one sludgy hand, leaving through one of the doors and heading further down the hallway. Oddly enough, they don't leave any sort of residue or mess behind them as they shuffle across the hall and out of sight.
Ark nods at Ollivander and moves down the corridor, heading into the first door on the left.
You open the door into a room with one large, rectangular table in the center. Over a dozen chairs surround the table, which has an empty crystal bowl sitting in the center. There doesn't seem to be anyone else in the room...
Suddenly, and without any warning, a young-looking devil wearing a deep crimson suit winks into existence. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns that stick straight up like an antelope's.
"Hiya! Welcome to the Bureau! You're... Ark, yeah?"
"You guessed it." He half-smiles, looking the devil in the eyes. "And you are?"
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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.
"Lilith. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Visibly beaming, Lilith holds out their hand to shake.
Ark takes it, dropping the eye contact to move his head and take in the room as he shakes Lilith's hand. "What's first then?"
"Ah, straight to business, I see! I like you better and better!" She pulls out a chair from under the table, and sits down. Another chair at first seems to move on its own, but you catch a glimpse of a long tail pushing the chair into place. "So, what position are you seeking? Preservation? Revision? Perhaps the Contracting Branch?"
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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)
"Lilith. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Visibly beaming, Lilith holds out their hand to shake.
Ark takes it, dropping the eye contact to move his head and take in the room as he shakes Lilith's hand. "What's first then?"
"Ah, straight to business, I see! I like you better and better!" She pulls out a chair from under the table, and sits down. Another chair at first seems to move on its own, but you catch a glimpse of a long tail pushing the chair into place. "So, what position are you seeking? Preservation? Revision? Perhaps the Contracting Branch?"
Ark sits down. "Funny story... I don't actually know. Someone recommended this place to me... Maybe it would just be better if you looked at this" He takes the piece of paper out of the front pocket of his cloak and puts it on the table in front of Lilith.
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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.
"Lilith. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Visibly beaming, Lilith holds out their hand to shake.
Ark takes it, dropping the eye contact to move his head and take in the room as he shakes Lilith's hand. "What's first then?"
"Ah, straight to business, I see! I like you better and better!" She pulls out a chair from under the table, and sits down. Another chair at first seems to move on its own, but you catch a glimpse of a long tail pushing the chair into place. "So, what position are you seeking? Preservation? Revision? Perhaps the Contracting Branch?"
Ark sits down. "Funny story... I don't actually know. Someone recommended this place to me... Maybe it would just be better if you looked at this" He takes the piece of paper out of the front pocket of his cloak and puts it on the table in front of Lilith.
She looks down at the paper, examining it for a moment... *what's on the paper?*
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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)
"Lilith. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Visibly beaming, Lilith holds out their hand to shake.
Ark takes it, dropping the eye contact to move his head and take in the room as he shakes Lilith's hand. "What's first then?"
"Ah, straight to business, I see! I like you better and better!" She pulls out a chair from under the table, and sits down. Another chair at first seems to move on its own, but you catch a glimpse of a long tail pushing the chair into place. "So, what position are you seeking? Preservation? Revision? Perhaps the Contracting Branch?"
Ark sits down. "Funny story... I don't actually know. Someone recommended this place to me... Maybe it would just be better if you looked at this" He takes the piece of paper out of the front pocket of his cloak and puts it on the table in front of Lilith.
She looks down at the paper, examining it for a moment... *what's on the paper?*
Some writing. It reads:
𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝓊𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓈,
I have been told that you made the journey to my ancient temple! I made that trip jolly well impossible, so congratulations! Now, when you were there, you wished to make a deal with me. I think you said, and I quote, "I, Patriarchus Mathias, wish to trade with the godly being that thou temple was created for. I have nothing, so in exchange for anything you want from me, I wish to be blessed with magic and to have a sense of purpose. Thank you for hearing my plea, I will not fail you." Well, Patriarchus, I heard your plea. In exchange for the magic I have given you, and the purposeful life I offer to you, I will be taking... well, its something important, so I'm sure you'll notice soon enough. Now, about the purposeful life part. You will need to find the Bureau of Demonic Contracts and Summoning, and show them this letter. Make sure they read it through, especially this last part here:
Hello there my contract sorting friends! My boy here is to receive the highest position you have available. He has worked very hard for this, not dying (Hopefully) and all, and will suit any role you give him perfectly (Also hopefully). He has my blessing, as Sparrow, the god of wings and lesser trickery. He needs the work, and by the looks of him, is willing to do just about anything, which I'm sure you like to hear. Anyway, toodaloo for now, I must eat something. I think Tyr is serving breakfast.
"I Found that letter stuck on the bottom of my horses hoof a few months ago, and have been searching for this place ever since."
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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.
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“Thanks!”
“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*
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.
“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*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Someone opens the door. They seem to be human, about 15-16 years old. They are wearing a light yellow turtle neck sweater and black jeans. Every once in a while, their messy, fluffy hair turns black at the ends for a few seconds.
”Hiya! Who are you?”
"You too."
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 sits down because I’m assuming there are chairs in this room.
*This was for the door to the tree demon’s office*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*they are at the front desk, so my character opened the door because they wanted to greet whoever was there. The tree and them are at the front desk*
Ollivander points down the hallway to the left of the desk. "Alright, head through the first door to the left, and she should be there. Good luck."
You see a gelatinous creature with a clip-on tie attached to its mass, holding a cup of some steaming beverage with one sludgy hand, leaving through one of the doors and heading further down the hallway. Oddly enough, they don't leave any sort of residue or mess behind them as they shuffle across the hall and out of sight.
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)
Ark nods at Ollivander and moves down the corridor, heading into the first door on the left.
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.
You open the door into a room with one large, rectangular table in the center. Over a dozen chairs surround the table, which has an empty crystal bowl sitting in the center. There doesn't seem to be anyone else in the room...
Suddenly, and without any warning, a young-looking devil wearing a deep crimson suit winks into existence. She has long black hair, fiery yellow eyes, and two long horns that stick straight up like an antelope's.
"Hiya! Welcome to the Bureau! You're... Ark, yeah?"
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)
"You guessed it." He half-smiles, looking the devil in the eyes. "And you are?"
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.
"Lilith. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Visibly beaming, Lilith holds out their hand to shake.
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)
Ark takes it, dropping the eye contact to move his head and take in the room as he shakes Lilith's hand. "What's first then?"
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.
"Ah, straight to business, I see! I like you better and better!" She pulls out a chair from under the table, and sits down. Another chair at first seems to move on its own, but you catch a glimpse of a long tail pushing the chair into place. "So, what position are you seeking? Preservation? Revision? Perhaps the Contracting Branch?"
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)
Ark sits down. "Funny story... I don't actually know. Someone recommended this place to me... Maybe it would just be better if you looked at this" He takes the piece of paper out of the front pocket of his cloak and puts it on the table in front of Lilith.
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.
She looks down at the paper, examining it for a moment... *what's on the paper?*
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)
Some writing. It reads:
𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝓊𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓈,
I have been told that you made the journey to my ancient temple! I made that trip jolly well impossible, so congratulations! Now, when you were there, you wished to make a deal with me. I think you said, and I quote, "I, Patriarchus Mathias, wish to trade with the godly being that thou temple was created for. I have nothing, so in exchange for anything you want from me, I wish to be blessed with magic and to have a sense of purpose. Thank you for hearing my plea, I will not fail you." Well, Patriarchus, I heard your plea. In exchange for the magic I have given you, and the purposeful life I offer to you, I will be taking... well, its something important, so I'm sure you'll notice soon enough. Now, about the purposeful life part. You will need to find the Bureau of Demonic Contracts and Summoning, and show them this letter. Make sure they read it through, especially this last part here:
Hello there my contract sorting friends! My boy here is to receive the highest position you have available. He has worked very hard for this, not dying (Hopefully) and all, and will suit any role you give him perfectly (Also hopefully). He has my blessing, as Sparrow, the god of wings and lesser trickery. He needs the work, and by the looks of him, is willing to do just about anything, which I'm sure you like to hear. Anyway, toodaloo for now, I must eat something. I think Tyr is serving breakfast.
"I Found that letter stuck on the bottom of my horses hoof a few months ago, and have been searching for this place ever since."
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.