Pets Allowed?

[Kit Estenial]

So...this is New Optain...This place...it LOOKED nice, but it didn't feel right here. There was an overlooming feeling of...wrongness here. But Kit was passing through, but it was getting late and Kit never liked traveling on foot at night; too many people who think he'd be worth anything. So, as he brushed back some porcelin locks from his grassy green serpent eyes, his ears twitching at the tickle of his moving hair, his tail standing and circling as he stood on the sidewalk, looking around for some hotel or at least an almost non-threatening alley to sleep. He plunged his free hand into his left pocket, feeling around for his cash...which was...non-existant. Great, now he was broke, this night just keeps getting better and better. But it didn't put Kit's attitude any lower, in fact, he clenched his fist in determination. So, he began to comb the streets for work.

He looked through several stores, first though the spirit store. Kit had quite the knowledge of fine wines, but he was not looking for a 'cat' to work at his establishment and with that Kit left again. He looked towards the horizon and a large building caught his eye. It seemed to be a hotel of some sort, and Kit's face lit up with a cheery smile. He'd worked several times at hotels across the island countries, from cook to bellhop to doorman. He'd hopefully have no problem finding work there. He started to jog down the road towards the building and on the front door laid a Help Wanted sign. PERFECT! And with a confident stride, he opened the door.

He was greeted by so many...beautiful women...so many opportunities to improve his sketching. But his art would have to take a back seat for now. Adjusting the strap on his army green duffle bag, he walked briskly towards the front desk, standing there with his charming, fanged smile and his eyes bright with glee.

"I'm here for the job."

[Jay Furor]

Busy, busy, busy!~ Ah, it was one of those days Jay reclined in her penthouse hot tub, chillin' like a villain. For a while, it'd been just her, and she was down with that, but she was wondering now; where had Alex gone? She kinda missed the bro. He was there when she nut-kicked A Pimp Named Slickback, and he'd been there when she accidentally kamikazed a Drachman cathedral in his nice plane, so it felt kinda lonely now that he wasn't there. Ah, no matter!

He was off with Mizore, doing stuff, probably on a nice vacation somewhere. She wouldn't bother him. Rather, she was bothered, not by him, but by her employee, Missy. "Ms. Furor, ma'am? Someone's here looking for work. Should I send him up? Him... Him? Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim... A rarity! Jay could've sworn the word "Mark" hit her mind first when "him" crossed her ears, as that's GENERALLY what men were in this line of work. Marks or Johns, what have you. "Oh-ho-ho! Send him up, send him up! And crack a window or two, I should be able to see him when he comes in. Aaaand set a chair in front of the hot tub, I don't feel like ruining my relaxation with formality." Missy nodded and did as she was told, quite obediently. Ah, the girl was just a charm; she'd been promoted from the lower ranks quickly, and not after too long, she'd become Jay's personal assistant, secretary, and general right-hand. Better than Becky, anyways, her suboordinate in the military. Foolish lass, she!

[Spotlight]

Alex looked up at the hotel after he came back from his trip. It was a rather difficult ride back here but he got back from drachma with little trouble. He walked in and was greeted . Jay really did manage them well. he looked over the employees and shrugged. He was wearing his usual attire bassically. his whte jacket was open like usual the sleeves longer then before. his hair was black but the red tips were died white for a small change. His pants where white skinny jeans. If one looked they could see a barely healed bullet wound on his lower abdomen. He wore a white fox mask over his face as it too was scarred in several new places. The places includea cut above his eyecoming from his hair line stoppping at the edge of the eye brow. the second was a jagged cut across his cheek leading to where his ear is. he then had a few small scrapes and cuts along his face here and there all would heal well and leave no scars except for the one across his cheek.

Alex walked in and went up as moved to go to his penthouse he shared with jay. the express elevator getting him up before anyone else. he walked into his appartment and noticing jay he went and sat down across from the hot tub. and that was when he spoke. Hey Jay hows everything? Remember me.

[Kit Estenial]

Kit was immediately hungry as a man in a mask stepped in, his head turning where his nose pointed. He smelt blood, and he didn't remember the last time he ate. But soon, the man disappeared up an elevator which came down quite quickly, and soon he was ushered into it and sent up. The woman said he'd be going up to the penthouse to meet 'the boss', so he started moving his hair into something at least presentable, still keeping the appearance of his wind blown look. He didn't bother to button up his shirt all the way, but he did try and rub out the wrinkles in the shirt and pants, shaking out his nerves.

He walked out of the now open doors into a rather impressive room. It looked as big as a house...some people just get really lucky. And at the other end of the elevator sat a chair and across from that was a rather beautiful woman soaked to the top of her chest in hot tub water, the windows behind her opened to vent the steam out. His face was tinged in a bit of blush, but then he smelt the blood again, and the masked man was standing there, too. How peculiar, he though as his tail and ears twitched in a bit of excitement. The man hadn't taken the chair, so he assumed it was for him. He sauntered over to the chair and bowed to the woman and then stood back up again, smiling.

"I'm Kit Estenial. I'm here for the position. A pleasure to meet you." His smile was pearly-white and fanged, and filled with happiness as he took the seat, crossing his right leg over his left, leaning on his arm. He'd dealt with this alot with Valeria, so he wasn't as affected by stuff like this, but he decided to try and play this cool. Though he felt the guise wouldn't last for long, he never was able to hold them for long. He nodded to the masked man and brought his attention back to the woman. This was obviously her room, so it would only make sense she was the manager of this establishment. Time to see what this job was about.

[Jay Furor]

A door opened, rousing Jay from staring at her shiny metallic green toes under the scalding water, only to see a sight that struck a grin upon her face. "Well, well, well, ol' Alex Corde, if it isn't you!Ye speaketh of the Devil, and he shall appear; I was just wondering whatever happened to you." And right on cue, a new newcomer approached. He was, unlike the masked Alex, a guy with white hair in a white casual-ish suit, with CAT EARS. A-freakin-dorablicious! "Hiya!~ Jay Furor, they call me. This is Alex, Alex Corde. We run this fine establishment, you see. " He then introduced himself, per usual, and explained his being there.

So he really WAS interested in the job! LOVELY! Standing, though neglecting to find a towel, she ventured over to her desk, taking from it a box of fine Esparian cigars, and heading to the minibar, a bottle of Jack Daniels and three glasses. With a smile, she poured three drinks, and offered the two men a cigar if they so desired, and returned to the hot tub, sipping her whiskey and lightly chomping on the cigar, sighing i content after a long draw. "Ah, these things are great... So, Mr. Estenial! First things first, I run a number of businesses, as you may or may not know; what kind of job are you interested in? To be short and sweet, you can work normal hotel duties, or we can offer some of your more intimate services to female customers, or males too, if that's your thing. If you choose the former, you'll get a set rate of minimum wage; if the latter, free boarding, discount room service, and 25% of your earnings, plus tips. Whaddaya say? If you take the blue pill, you wake up in your bed, and you can believe whatever you want to believe. if you take the red pill, however, you can stay in Wonderland, and I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole really goes. So what have you?"

[Spotlight]

Alex looked at Jay and flipped her the bird as he looked at the new employee. He then shrugged and looked to Jay. "I only came back to say one thing your a god mother and Mizore is dead. But it seems now I have to deal with business with you. And as for you mr. Essential I will take your references should you decide to take the red pill so to speak. And upon joinin this organization you must understand one thing. What we do may seem wrong. But we are amestrians we don't stop doing something when it goes wrong. We simply keep doing the wrong thing till it turns out right." he then twitched as he heard the door open. His nephew little old odd came running towards him. And as the boy jumped he landed in the hot tub due to a sidestep from Alex.  Alex looked at odd and said "Odd or should i say Tairee Artemis Corde stop perving on your aunt. She will kill ya." he went over to the bar and took off his mask as he looked up. He then took his bottle of rum and opened it taking a whiff and downing some of the contents with vigor. He then looked to kit and sighed. His only thought being 'I really hate paperwork.'

[Kit Estenial]

Why was she moving-HOLY SHIT! Kit did not expect this woman to rise from the warm waters, her naked form glistening in the studio light-GAH, STOP GAWKING, he thought, having an impulse to raise a hand to his eyes, but perhaps this was a test, so instead of covered eyes, his face gave off a color of fervent crimson and wide and watching eyes that looked rather shaky. He took the glass of spirit but declined the cigar with an open hand. His eyes were especially drawn to her automail. He swore he heard himself say "Beautiful craftsmanship" as she walked back to the tub and sunk herself in as she started to explain things.

What she was talking about would have been absolute babble to him perhaps a year ago, but she knew exactly what she spoke about. There was a reason so many beautiful women here; twas a brothel it was. And Kit was here to...become one of them. He was almost ready to go, but then the words MONEY, FREE BOARDING, and 25% hit his ears and they perked up rather quickly, his body straightening with interest. Then the child jumped into the pool, seemingly out of nowhere. Kit had barely registered the masked man, raising his voice in an alluring tone, showing off the languages he could speak to demonstrate his talented tongue,

"I could do both if you so suffice, but men are absolutely out of the question. I was a masseuse for a year of so, I'm sure that will aid in business. As for my references, I have none." He laid back in the chair, a small smile on his face, impressed with how easily his tongue could switch between the languages.

[Jay Furor]

Oh-ho-ho? A godmother, he said? And Mizore was dead? Well, that was a pity... One for the sorrows, here til tomorrow, though; everybody died at some point. Striking a small, mournful, smile, she chuckled lightly. "Godmother, eh? Tell me something I don't know; if I was any more the Godmother, I'd be kissing rings and leaving horse heads in your bed." Nope, she wasn't going to comment on the death of Mizore, and likewise, she knew what he meant by godmother, rather than her being the female equivalent of Don Falzone, in Cilligia. Actually... That'd be a pretty schweet job! Too bad they were so Cilligia-based. Alas, no room for a po' li'l Amestrian girl! Then again, she was the female Marco Falzone, in her eyes. A smaller, less powerful empire, but she held the entire city of Kanama, and most of New Optain, betwixt thumb and forefinger.

With these thoughts in mind, she leaned forward slightly, fingers pressed together, staring Kit straight through the eyes. Not into the eyes; a good boxer knows you can't punch AT something, you have to try to punch THROUGH it. So she applied that to her entire life, often literally, but in this instance, in the realm of eye contact. And as thus, his eyes were stabbed with brutal precisions by a pair of steely-gray silver bullets for eyes. She inhalled lightly, as was barely noticable, quite normal, and it seemed almost as if the intake of air was followed by an intake of his very soul, his life. She exhaled, seemingly contented with him, giving his soul back; as if the Devil was taking loans, rather than permanent purchases.

She had to laugh when he answered, though. She took it step by step, her responses to his statements.

"Well, you could do both, if you wish. It'd save me the hassle of hiring more people, y'know? So that could be arranged."

"Fully understandable! Honestly, no offense, but I can't possibly picture why girls think dudes are sexy! Never understood that. Dudes dont even have tits! You guys are really pretty useless, come to think of it. Some chicks must like babies, I guess."

"That would indeed come in handy, I'll merit. By the way, don't speak Cretan. I don't really like Creta, to be honest~ Only good Cretan is either my sexy Lili, or a dead Cretan."

"Well aren't you keeping me on my feet?~ References aren't needed, and frankly, I don't WANT to know." She grasped a key from her keyring, and tossed it to him. "Suite number 203, floor 7~ Any more questions?~"

[Spotlight]

Alex snarled at the cretan comment and downed some more rum to cool himself down. he then replied after walking up to the side of the hot tub right next to her ear. "The twins are cretan as are their grandparents. Now Jay are you up for a fight Little sister. and as for you Mr. Essential. I welcome you into this family so to speak. he then smiled as he placed the rum down and moved his hand to his pocket the other hand went and grabbed Odd out of the hot tub and smiled before whispering something in odds ear. the boy nodded and ran to his room. he then looked as the boy got all his things for a martial arts practice. he then looked up and said "See you on the roof jay." He then moved and got a set of arm wraps and mma gloves. He then took off his jacket revealing the two automail arms and wrapped them he then put on the gloves and moved to go to the rook.

[Kit Estenial]

"I'd gladly do both, I can cook rather well, so I could help with room service, if at all necessary. And in a way, I agree with you. So many men are corrupt and always have ulterior motives, but I could say I'm not at all useless, and can do with not speaking Cretan."

So...a Amestrian against Cretans, huh?...not uncommon, but it threw Kit a bit off guard but he snatched the key out of the air as he stood, pocketing it in one, swift movement. Alex walked over to the hot tub and requested a fight with Jay, which for some reason but Kit on edge. A good one, yet he didn't understand why. His tail whipped excitedly as his ears twitched, smiling a bit. He remembered the last time he fought, his abdomen was sporting two new knife wounds as a result. He should stop being such a target.

He walked calmly to a nearby wall and grabbed a towel for his employer if she decided to accept the challenge, holding it open. He wanted to be as useful as he could, if gave him more opportunities for more money. Kit had seen plenty of automail in his time, but he never saw any made of what Jay's was made from. It was jade, definately, but from where he could not place.

"Would you mind to terribly if I watched this little battle?"

[Jay Furor]

Oh, boo-hoo~ Jay noted Alex's grumpiness as she noted her favorite type of Cretan, and merely rolled her eyes in response. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yada-yada blah blah blah! The twins are cool, as are their grandparents, happy? Yeesh, I was referring to the OTHER Cretans that I hate! You should know what I mean when I say Cretans by now, Alex. I am disappoint." Now ignoring Alex for the time being, she listened to Kit, as she climbed out of the hot tub, stretching with a contented sigh as she slipped on her miniskirt and, for a slight change of pace, a black bikini top, rather than her tube top as was often worn.

"Welp, good to see you've got your plethora of uses~ You'll do well here, no doubts!~ And personally, I don't mind corruption and ulterior motives too badly; some of the ladies tend to have those as well. My main thing is, to be quite honest, boobs are pretty sexy. Though you DO make a fine argument as to why men are the lesser sex!~" At any rate, it sounded like that was the point he was driving, to Jay anyways. But alas, while she'd quite love to stay and chat with Kit, Alex wanted to go spar, and she couldn't refuse. "Alex, you are quite on! Just to be clear, I won't tell anyone how badly you got beat by a girl~ As for you, Kit, you can watch, indeed!Perhaps, if you'd like, you can even take on the winner?~"

(~(Bah, sorry if it's short. >.> Being pressed for time while typing it...)~)

[Spotlight]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yada-yada blah blah blah! The twins are cool, as are their grandparents, happy? Yeesh, I was referring to the OTHER Cretans that I hate! You should know what I mean when I say Cretans by now, Alex. I am disappoint." He smiled at that. he then grabbed what he needed and started planning as he grabbed a few smoke bombs from the drawer of the ex pimp Slickback. He smiled one fight wasnt going to do much to the pimps old supplies. He then moved towards the roof fazing out everything after her accepting his challenge. He smiled and walked to the roof grabbing his final sword on the way up. three was all he needed for now. as he hooked the sword on his belt he walked to the roof and waited for jay.
Alex countinued to wrap his arms as he sat on the roof. he would think about what he was going to teach odd and to what difficulty he would press the first spar with jay. he was thinking about what alchemies to use and when. the ipod one could be hard to work in as a combo so that was out unless he had to go hand to hand. the sand one could be used to trap jay so that was good. flame alchemy was known so he was fine with that. now all he needed to do was work in that last one.

[Shula Brighton]

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