Heh, silly little genfic about the kids of one of SageOfMagic's and another guy who isn't on BZPB's characters from an old RP I write periodically XD. Some things may be subject to change later.
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Monday 7 PM
Lalaith
Lalaith paced in the lobby before the interview. It was the last office on her checklist, and actually hadn’t even been there when they day began. In an attempt to get her mind off of just how bored she was the blonde foxgirl recalled all the many things that had gone wrong over the course of the day...
The morning had started out pleasant enough. She’d woken up first in her family as usual and by the time she got back from her morning excercise her little sister Riel had finished making breakfast. After wolfing down her meal, but before she could run out the door her mom handed her a list of paper with various times for job interviews and a look. You know the mom look that says “sweetie, you’re in your 20s it’s time to get back to school or get a job” So, with a shrug (not liked she’d been plannning to do much of anything today anyway) she’d gone to the places on the list.
The first one had been some sort of secretary job. After giving her ragged jeans a dubious look they asked if she could make coffee. So, she’d made coffee...how was she supposed to know turning the heat all the way up to make it boil faster would make it blow up...all over the CEO who’d just walked behind her...and somehow leaving her unscathed? Stupid coffee oughta come with warning labels...or did it? She hadn’t actually stopped to check come to think of it.
Then, as she walked from that one hands in her pockets, stopping to wave at some kids on skateboards she knew and desperately wished she could hang with rather then running around on this waste of time...a car pulled up. She was pretty sure it was an expensive one. But, damn the paint was shiny! She could see her face in it and it was distorted all funny. She amused herself by making faces until she was startled by someone clearing their throat through an open window.
“What?” She’d asked blue eyes innocently wide.
“Ms...Lalaith. If you are quite finished we may have business proposition for you.” Curiously she peered in the plush interior of the car past the tinted windows. and at the leather seats. The guy talking was some dude in a suit with sunglasses and otherwise looked totally nondescript.
“You know, I’m not allowed to be a hooker. I checked. Government conspiracies I’m game for, but I have to do all the stuff my mom arranged first.”
“Ah, what?” The suit looked nonplussed. Lalaith repressed the urge to smirk which would break her innocent facade.
“Nope, because when my mommy was bugging me to get a job, my brother Taure said that I wouldn’t even be able to get a job as a hooker, and then my mom said that no child of hers was going to be hooking and she’d rather I freeload forever instead, and I guess you could be gangsters too. Are you gangsters?”
By this point Lalaith could make out the guys eyes wide behind the sunglasses.
“Uh, no, Miss, we’re not gangsters, uh well look just show up at the place and time and explain it all there Igottago!” Before parting he’d handed her a piece of paper. She’d unfolded it and the time was conveniently enough after her last interview should be over, but not late enough she’d miss dinner. Really it wasn’t any more suspicious then anything else in the whole affair though so she’d dropped it in the trash can and moved on.
The other interviews had gone similar to the first one in various ways. Accidentally broken computer, more exploding coffee, run in with a kid she’d beaten up once for picking on Taure who wanted a rematch...point is she didn’t get any of the jobs.
With a shrug and the thought of “What’s the worst that can go wrong” she’d gone to the location on the piece of paper. The receptionist hadn’t even looked up. Just said “have a seat Ms. Lalaith. Someone will be with you eventually.” She’d tried sitting but quickly tired of it but led to her current situation. Pacing and calisthenics. That and the clock in the corner was 1 minute and 20 seconds slow, didn’t anybody notice these things?
Finally, finally the receptionist called to her “Ms. Lalaith, follow me and I’ll take you to the interview room.”
For one of the few times in her life Lalaith felt slightly self-conscious about her appearance as she followed behind the woman. The lady was gorgeous sure, with red heels and long legs and curves in all the right places...but what put Lalaith off was the feeling of elegance the woman exuded. Compared to her Lalaith felt gawky and out of place in the elegant walls with her oversized t-shirt and jeans both so ripped up her mom required her to wear leggings underneath before leaving the house. She wished it wasn’t late enough that running away would be cowardly. They’d probably just want her for some stupid desk job she’d hate and it’s not like it was one her mom had set up for her so she wouldn’t be in trouble if she didn’t at least try.
“Ms. Lalaith? We’re here.” The secretary gave a her a haughty look as she walked away her heels tik-tikking on the floor as Lalaith stared at the door. Taking a deep breath she let herself in.
It was...just another room in much the the aesthetic as the lobby. Cold flourescents and white tile with white paint. In contrast the desk was matte black. The man behind it was hard to get an exact read on his appearance, but the main thing that came across was a sense of being the biggest thing in the room. She squinted trying to shake off the aura, but as she was no kind of magician it was kinda pointless. Not for the first time she wished that magic wasn’t quite so boring to learn.
“So, you may be wondering why you were called here today” the man behind the presence stated.
She shrugged “Right now I’m more curious about the whole aura thing you have going on.”
He chuckled a bit. “Very well then. I suppose I’ll turn it down for your benefit Ms. Lalaith.” After a moment the effect was mostly subsided leaving behind a rather unremarkable looking old man in posession of a magnificient moustache. “Though young lady, I am rather curious as to why you aren’t more suspicious.”
She scratched an ear “Thanks. Well, the way I figure it you’re some kind of shadowy secret organization, so clearly you already know that I’m great at athletics, my mom is a sage-in-training, and my dad is a half-elf half-vampire. It’s not like any of that stuff is secret.”
“...that still doesn’t explain why you aren’t suspicious.”
She grinned “Because you’ve probably recognized my unique skills and are offering me a job as some sort of secret agent and that’d be, SO COOL!!!” Her fox tail wagged a bit.
He raised an eyebrow “Congratulations you guessed an approximation of what you’d be hired to do here. Now, come here tomorrow morning at 6 o’clock and we’ll begin your training.
Lalaith perked up at that “Are you saying I’m hired?”
“No, not as of yet, but you have passed this section of the hiring process.”
“Thanks mister!” With that she practically flew out of the office running home to report the good news to her mother.
After she left an elvish woman with dark hair poked her head out from the ceiling tiles. “Are you sure it’s alright pops? Letting a woman like that in?”
He bemusedly stared up at the intruder “You know Valeria, she’s not any worse then you were when you first started. Actually, overall she scores better on most of the criteria.”
“Tch, I’m not talking about that.” Valeria did a flip down from the ceiling and adjusted her dress. “It’s the naivety. Girl’s gonna get herself hurt and upset agents suck at their jobs.”
The moustachioed man’s blue-green eyes twinkled as a wide grin spread across his face “Well then, oh lovely Valeria thank you for volunteering to train her.”
Valeria’s face twisted “Well, I guess I walked right into that one. Smell ‘ya later old fart, I’m going to go re-review the kid’s files if I’m gonna be stuck with her.” With that she went out the door, and the old man collapsed in silent laughter.
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Monday 7 PM
Lalaith
Lalaith paced in the lobby before the interview. It was the last office on her checklist, and actually hadn’t even been there when they day began. In an attempt to get her mind off of just how bored she was the blonde foxgirl recalled all the many things that had gone wrong over the course of the day...
The morning had started out pleasant enough. She’d woken up first in her family as usual and by the time she got back from her morning excercise her little sister Riel had finished making breakfast. After wolfing down her meal, but before she could run out the door her mom handed her a list of paper with various times for job interviews and a look. You know the mom look that says “sweetie, you’re in your 20s it’s time to get back to school or get a job” So, with a shrug (not liked she’d been plannning to do much of anything today anyway) she’d gone to the places on the list.
The first one had been some sort of secretary job. After giving her ragged jeans a dubious look they asked if she could make coffee. So, she’d made coffee...how was she supposed to know turning the heat all the way up to make it boil faster would make it blow up...all over the CEO who’d just walked behind her...and somehow leaving her unscathed? Stupid coffee oughta come with warning labels...or did it? She hadn’t actually stopped to check come to think of it.
Then, as she walked from that one hands in her pockets, stopping to wave at some kids on skateboards she knew and desperately wished she could hang with rather then running around on this waste of time...a car pulled up. She was pretty sure it was an expensive one. But, damn the paint was shiny! She could see her face in it and it was distorted all funny. She amused herself by making faces until she was startled by someone clearing their throat through an open window.
“What?” She’d asked blue eyes innocently wide.
“Ms...Lalaith. If you are quite finished we may have business proposition for you.” Curiously she peered in the plush interior of the car past the tinted windows. and at the leather seats. The guy talking was some dude in a suit with sunglasses and otherwise looked totally nondescript.
“You know, I’m not allowed to be a hooker. I checked. Government conspiracies I’m game for, but I have to do all the stuff my mom arranged first.”
“Ah, what?” The suit looked nonplussed. Lalaith repressed the urge to smirk which would break her innocent facade.
“Nope, because when my mommy was bugging me to get a job, my brother Taure said that I wouldn’t even be able to get a job as a hooker, and then my mom said that no child of hers was going to be hooking and she’d rather I freeload forever instead, and I guess you could be gangsters too. Are you gangsters?”
By this point Lalaith could make out the guys eyes wide behind the sunglasses.
“Uh, no, Miss, we’re not gangsters, uh well look just show up at the place and time and explain it all there Igottago!” Before parting he’d handed her a piece of paper. She’d unfolded it and the time was conveniently enough after her last interview should be over, but not late enough she’d miss dinner. Really it wasn’t any more suspicious then anything else in the whole affair though so she’d dropped it in the trash can and moved on.
The other interviews had gone similar to the first one in various ways. Accidentally broken computer, more exploding coffee, run in with a kid she’d beaten up once for picking on Taure who wanted a rematch...point is she didn’t get any of the jobs.
With a shrug and the thought of “What’s the worst that can go wrong” she’d gone to the location on the piece of paper. The receptionist hadn’t even looked up. Just said “have a seat Ms. Lalaith. Someone will be with you eventually.” She’d tried sitting but quickly tired of it but led to her current situation. Pacing and calisthenics. That and the clock in the corner was 1 minute and 20 seconds slow, didn’t anybody notice these things?
Finally, finally the receptionist called to her “Ms. Lalaith, follow me and I’ll take you to the interview room.”
For one of the few times in her life Lalaith felt slightly self-conscious about her appearance as she followed behind the woman. The lady was gorgeous sure, with red heels and long legs and curves in all the right places...but what put Lalaith off was the feeling of elegance the woman exuded. Compared to her Lalaith felt gawky and out of place in the elegant walls with her oversized t-shirt and jeans both so ripped up her mom required her to wear leggings underneath before leaving the house. She wished it wasn’t late enough that running away would be cowardly. They’d probably just want her for some stupid desk job she’d hate and it’s not like it was one her mom had set up for her so she wouldn’t be in trouble if she didn’t at least try.
“Ms. Lalaith? We’re here.” The secretary gave a her a haughty look as she walked away her heels tik-tikking on the floor as Lalaith stared at the door. Taking a deep breath she let herself in.
It was...just another room in much the the aesthetic as the lobby. Cold flourescents and white tile with white paint. In contrast the desk was matte black. The man behind it was hard to get an exact read on his appearance, but the main thing that came across was a sense of being the biggest thing in the room. She squinted trying to shake off the aura, but as she was no kind of magician it was kinda pointless. Not for the first time she wished that magic wasn’t quite so boring to learn.
“So, you may be wondering why you were called here today” the man behind the presence stated.
She shrugged “Right now I’m more curious about the whole aura thing you have going on.”
He chuckled a bit. “Very well then. I suppose I’ll turn it down for your benefit Ms. Lalaith.” After a moment the effect was mostly subsided leaving behind a rather unremarkable looking old man in posession of a magnificient moustache. “Though young lady, I am rather curious as to why you aren’t more suspicious.”
She scratched an ear “Thanks. Well, the way I figure it you’re some kind of shadowy secret organization, so clearly you already know that I’m great at athletics, my mom is a sage-in-training, and my dad is a half-elf half-vampire. It’s not like any of that stuff is secret.”
“...that still doesn’t explain why you aren’t suspicious.”
She grinned “Because you’ve probably recognized my unique skills and are offering me a job as some sort of secret agent and that’d be, SO COOL!!!” Her fox tail wagged a bit.
He raised an eyebrow “Congratulations you guessed an approximation of what you’d be hired to do here. Now, come here tomorrow morning at 6 o’clock and we’ll begin your training.
Lalaith perked up at that “Are you saying I’m hired?”
“No, not as of yet, but you have passed this section of the hiring process.”
“Thanks mister!” With that she practically flew out of the office running home to report the good news to her mother.
After she left an elvish woman with dark hair poked her head out from the ceiling tiles. “Are you sure it’s alright pops? Letting a woman like that in?”
He bemusedly stared up at the intruder “You know Valeria, she’s not any worse then you were when you first started. Actually, overall she scores better on most of the criteria.”
“Tch, I’m not talking about that.” Valeria did a flip down from the ceiling and adjusted her dress. “It’s the naivety. Girl’s gonna get herself hurt and upset agents suck at their jobs.”
The moustachioed man’s blue-green eyes twinkled as a wide grin spread across his face “Well then, oh lovely Valeria thank you for volunteering to train her.”
Valeria’s face twisted “Well, I guess I walked right into that one. Smell ‘ya later old fart, I’m going to go re-review the kid’s files if I’m gonna be stuck with her.” With that she went out the door, and the old man collapsed in silent laughter.