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Post by Milk on Jul 18, 2009 1:17:52 GMT -5
The biggest underworld library in Cyanide City was located in what once was a museum. It was filled from head-to-toe with books, scrolls, and other important documents that could only be handled by people put through a rigid training at one of the universities that taught the course. The course entailed learning magic spells both light and dark, tapping into a power that was hidden within, and studying the languages of demons and elves and other mythical creatures.
Corinne bobbed her head energetically in the most unused section of the library, dancing to herself as she listened to Sean Kingston's new song on her portable radio- she didn't own an iPod or mp3 player. She used a telekinetic spell to reach the highest shelf and place some scrolls there about some sort of really dead language of the human world. She swayed her hips and did a little twirl, smiling happily and singing to herself. She absolutely loved this song. But she loved a lot of songs.
Her caramel brown eyes flickered around to make sure no one was watching and she grinned. Corinne was twenty-three now. She had been a Quester for two years, and had recently put an ad of her abilities out so she could be hired. She was very capable, rating in the top three of her graduating Quester class, and top twenty in her graduating class. She spoke three languages that were hard to master- given in each one she did speak she had a 'southern touch to it.' She was still trying to sound refined.
Her bosses loved her, her teachers lover her, and she had a good-many people who sought her attention or help when they visited the public underworld's library.
Her dancing came to a quick halt when she heard laughter and looked up. "Well, Corn, I never took you for the hip-hop dancer," her fellow Quester teased. She flushed and smiled innocently. "Yeah, well....." She shrugged, the sentence trailing off. The guy laughed. Brent, her friend, approached and messed her hair up. "You're a dork, you know that. I should be calling you Corny, but I now how you love that name!" She mock-pouted and poked his tickle spot. They had been friends, study buddies, and shopping buddies since College. Brent was straight, but he was very metro. If not for him, Corinne would still be in second-hand stores looking for matching shoes. He apparently was appalled at her frumpy sweaters and dress pants from her high-school years.
...Okay, she still wore them, but now they were nice frumpy sweaters. Today though, she wore skinny jeans, pink sneakers, and a pink-and-grey-and-green graphic t-shirt and some sort of belt. Corinne prided herself on having a few stylish days, but once again, the thanks to her sense of style went to Brent. She was pretty- wavy blond hair that was typically up in a cute but messy pony, caramel brown eyes with long lashes to give them a dainty, doe-ish look, and pink lips. She was curvy. She wasn't flat, but she didn't' have much to show off either- not if she got her way.
Brent lead her out to the desks. They had paperwork to do for some incoming files. She hummed and gabbed with him happily. So far, her future had been turning out well.
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Post by Koops on Jul 19, 2009 1:21:10 GMT -5
Death sat in his home in hell, it was a good three floors tall though, it held three bathrooms, one kitchen, five bedrooms, a living room, and a study, not that he needed the kitchen or anything. At the moment he was in the study, sitting at his desk, his elbows propped up on his desk and his chin resting on his clasped hands.
In front of him lay a large room filled almost entirely with stacks and stacks of paperwork, books, letters, parcels, and other things along that line, there was even work that was floating around in the air, which was obviously the more important stuff since it hadn't been placed with all of the other shitload of work he had to do.
A sigh escaped the god as he scanned the room, he glared at it harshly before standing and storming out of the room, knocking over piles of things on his way out. All of this work he had to do was out of contorl, he even had little helper demons doing work for him yet he was still swamped, he couldn't handle it at all. And when he had gone to Satan about this, he had been told to go and get a Quester from Cyanide City that could help him out with all of his work. Death, being who he was, was not amused with this idea, since he hated having to actually really on people that weren't helper demons to do his job for him. Immediately he had refused and then had disappeared back to his home, but getting into his study and then taking a seat behind his clustered desk caused the reality of his situation to kick in.
"Fucking stupid mother fucking bullshit I have to put up with, all these fucking god cunts and there bitching, assholes." Death grumbled under his breath before disappearing from his home and reappearing in the Cyanide City Underworld Library.
He frowned as he looking around, the aura around his body chilling everything around him, it was blatantly obvious that he was pissed off, and it would not be a good idea to mess with him at the moment. Death tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, he hadn't been informed on what he had to do to hire anyone around there, and that only made his mood worsen ten fold.
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 1:28:00 GMT -5
Corinne looked up at Brent as he looked at her. Both felt the presence of something very strong and very angry. Brent gulped and quickly made himself useful in the furthest reach of the library, leaving Corinne alone to go see what was visiting. She cleared her throat and stood, pulling her jacket on as she walked to the main entrance. She spotted the source of the aura immediately after entering.
The man that stood there was tall, and handsome, and deadly. Corinne found her back bone and snapped it into place, and approached him. "Hello sir, can I help you?" she asked, looking up. The Quester's desks were just to the left of the main entrance, which is why she and Brent had sensed him quickly. Also, they had front desk duty.
The man actually in charge of this library watched from the stairs. He was a very old and well-known elf. But he looked about twenty-five. He was only watching to see how Corinne handled speaking with Death, something she hadn't encountered yet as a Quester.
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Post by Koops on Jul 19, 2009 1:37:02 GMT -5
"Yes, you can fucking help me." Death snapped at her, glaring at the woman, he looked her over, he didn't like the way she was dressed, he scoffed and bared his teeth at her. "What the fuck do I have to do to hire a Quester? I need one as soon as possible. I don't want to have to deal with any problems either, you got that, bitch?" He wasn't kidding either, he wanted someone hired for him at that moment, he wasn't going to wait for it either, if anyone gave him shit they'd be paying for it.
Death's eyes snapped up to where the man in charge was, he scowled and looked back down at the girl in front of him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his teeth grinding together. He didn't care if he was being rude, he was the boss... Well, he was actually the second boss but that didn't really matter, to put it simply he was in charge at the moment since he was a god, one of the most powerful gods in existence to be exact.
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 1:43:36 GMT -5
Corinne felt a chill run up her spine with a mixture of anger and offense. She said nothing to this man about her feelings, and smiled a very controlled smile. "Please follow me to my office and we can work something out," she said. It was a very simple routine that involved a few pieces of paper. "What sort of Quester are you interested in, or who are you interested in?" she asked, unsure if he had one in mind or if he just wanted one. She pulled a chair out for him that was in front of her desk, then walked around and took a seat and took out the folder labeled 'Hire.'
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Post by Koops on Jul 19, 2009 1:49:41 GMT -5
He followed her and then took a seat, he snatched the folder away from her and opened it up, looking it over with a critcal eye. "I don't have one in mind, I want one that know how to file and organize paperwork and maybe someone that could come along with me when I go to other realms... Sign contracts, refer to other files, and then there's the high court meetings, I could use someone in there taking notes on everything. Fucking stupid shit I have to deal with all day, i'm the freaking god of decay and death and i'm stuck doing shitloads of bullshit paperwork." Death snarled out and read through the papers. "Just give me someone to hire, alright! Somebody good, make it snappy, I don't got all fucking day."
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 1:55:09 GMT -5
Corinne nodded. "Yes, sir," she said quickly and pulled out one other file that was much thinner. She flipped through it for a few moments and pulled out the names of those qualified to meet his demands: someone that can file, organize, travel, read and understand contracts, take notes, and other high-stressed godly things. Only five files were pulled. "This is Brent, my co-worker, but he's sort of spineless...This is mine....This is Hedge but he's not here today, so I would have to call him in...This is Charlotte and she's an elf, so I don't think she'd agree to work for you...The last guy-" she pursed her lips as something clicked in her head. She pulled the last file from the list and scribbled something at the bottom, and then put it on Brent's desk. The file hadn't been updated, and Brent was supposed to have updated the files last night- they alternated the job. "Sorry, that last one was an old file. So these are the ones available that would meet your, er, requests."
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Post by Koops on Jul 19, 2009 2:02:37 GMT -5
He glanced down at the files and then looked back up at her, he shook his head and then grabbed her file and looked at it. "Seems you're the only one qualified, I don't want to have to work with some spineless pussy so it seems you'll have to do." Death muttered out, he didn't understand why she was wasting his time. "Why would you bother taking any of these other files out if I obviously had no choice in who to pick? Really, a pussy, an prudy elf bitch, a guy that's named after a piece of shrubbery, and then there's you... apparently an ignorant bitch. Did I not ask you to make it snappy?" He sighed and sat up straighter, glaring at her coldly. "If you're going to be working for me you've got to step your fucking game up, i'm not going to tolerate bullshit and idioticness. Now, what do I have to sign and do to hire your dense ass?" Death question, his eyebrows raised in a curious sort of manner.
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 2:09:00 GMT -5
Corinne kept her smile but it was clear in the icey demeanor behind it that she was pissed. Excuse me for following procedure at my CURRENT job, you ass-HOLE, she thought and stood. "Let me get my boss and it will be negotiated as soon as possible just for you." Slightly bitter and sarcastic hints, oh yeah. Was she probably going to get in trouble, yup. She did a little spell and her boss entered to finish up the paper work while Corinne packed her work bag. She'd get her personal effects later.
Her boss pointed to a few lines and then looked at Corinne. "Anything in particular you need?" "Just somewhere to live," she answered while looking at a picture of her mom and her brother. Her mom had passed a little less than a year ago and her brother was off and about since she was seventeen. She sighed softly and put that into her bag as well. Her boss looked at Death. "Can you provide a basic living quarters for Ms. Corinne, Master Death?" Corinne looked at Death again, surprise on her face, but it quickly relapsed into contentment and indifference.
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Post by Koops on Jul 19, 2009 2:15:43 GMT -5
He could feel her emotions towards him and smirked little, but it immediately went back to a frown. "Of course I can, she can have whatever the fuck she wants as long she she does the work and does it well, if she isn't up to my standards she'll be back on her ass here." Death snapped and gave a glare to the both of them before standing up, if he needed to sign or be told anything he could do it on his legs. "Is there any other shit we need to do before I can get back to my work? Or can I leave now?" His eyes were on Corinne, he had caught her surprise and thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 2:18:52 GMT -5
Corinne went and stood behind him while he finished up. Her old boss told him, "Nope, once you've signed, you're all good to go. Corinne, be safe and do well at your new job." He smiled and messed up her hair, smiling at her face as he did. Once he signed the last line, a small black tattoo appeared around her wrist that indicated she was hired elsewhere and belonged to someone. Whatever Death's personal symbol was, it would appear whenever he told her what it was. Brent was peering in and waved goodbye at her, and she waved back.
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Post by Koops on Jul 19, 2009 2:29:28 GMT -5
Death frowned and snapped his fingers, his signature appeared where ever it had to be. He looked at the boss and gave him a curt nod. "Thanks, we'll be leaving now if you don't mind." The god spoke, and when he said this he really meant that he was leaving and he was defintely not waiting for anything. His hand shot out and grabbed Corinne's collar roughly and they disappeared from the library and reappeared in his study.
Letting go of her he walked over to his desk and took a seat behind it, once again snapping his fingers, everything suddenly became neat piles set in various areas of the room. "Do you want a desk?" He was still watching her coldly, red eyes burning in complete distaste.
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 2:32:26 GMT -5
Corinne let out a soft noise and waited till they were wherever he worked to breath again. She looked around at everything in the study. "Um...Yes, yes please," she said and set her work bag down. "So...You're Death?" she asked, looking at him with curiosity burning behind her caramel eyes. "Oh...um..." She held her wrist out with the black tattoo. "Do you mind putting your personal sign on the black mark somewhere? It's to show who I work for at the moment."
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Post by Koops on Jul 19, 2009 2:38:55 GMT -5
Grunting softly he snapped his fingers and a desk and chair appeared for her, also his personal symbol appeared on the black mark on her wrist, it was just a white skull. "Well, obviously i'm Death, haven't you ever fucking heard about me? Don't you work in a gigantic library or some shit like that?" Death replied boredly and looking around. "First off I want you to go through every single piece of paper work, file, and folder and I want you to file them all alphabetically and in order of date. Then I want you to go through all of the mail, see if i've got to make any special appearances in any realsm or in court or if i've got any meetings, if I do then notify me. The parcels can be left alone, the books need to be filed as well on the book shelves along that wall there," he gestured to the left where he had a whole entire wall of shelves about books that had to do with his works, "do you need to know anything else? Or have I made it quite clear on what I want you to do?"
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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2009 2:41:45 GMT -5
"I've heard of you- I am surprised you need a quester...Aren't you partial to helper demons?" she asked as she set her bag down and pulled her sweater off. It was hot in the room. Okay, every paper, file, and folder...Alphabetize and by date...Mail...books on bookshelves, she listed to herself quickly. "You've made it clear to me, thank you." She said and started to gather what was in the area.
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