Advent of the spirit walker: Dmitry joins Lamia Scale

It was Midday in Hargeon Town and in front of the guildhall of Lamia Scale stood a male figure. This figure was a little over six feet tall and of slim build. He wore a black trench coat, gray shirt, dark brown pants, black boots. The hair under his black, wide brimmed hat was steel gray and he had two separate colored eyes; one gold, the other sky blue.
 
         Dmitry Kazakov stood in front of the guildhall and let out a long sigh. It had taken him three hours to find this place; this was why he hated cities...even if this was technically a town. The simple truth is that, despite the long years he's traveled across Fiore, he was downright awful at navigating these concrete monstrosities. Now that he found the guild, he had to actually go inside and talk to somebody about joining. That was an entirely different prospect.
 
         'Getting a little nervous, are we boy?' He heard one of his spirits say.
 
 
         'Pipe down, Old Man. I don't need any lip from you.' He retorted through their mental link.
 
        Hati wasn't helping and he knew it. Dmitry was awful at dealing with people, so this was difficult enough without the old wolf's mouth. But this is what he came to this damn town to do and by the spirits, that's what he was going to do.
 

        Dmitry shook away any remaining doubts and walked through the heavy marble doors of Lamia Scale.

Quincy pranced through the guild hall care free as usual, her red and black outfit clung to herself as she practically was flying through the hall. The bunny ears on her hood bounced with every single step she made. She was ready to leave out of the guild hall to grab a potato salad from the nearby grocery outlet when suddenly, as she was nearing the door, a strange man and a wolf opened it and entered the guild hall. At the sight of the man her first instinct was to run up and tackle him with a giant hug and yell "Hellooo stranger!"

(OOC: I probably should have specified the fact that Hati isn't actually visable until summoned; sorry about that.)




Dmitry was dumbstruck by the energetic young women who hugged him. To call it unexpected would be a serious understatement. Was this how mages typically greeted each other? He rarely dealt with other mages, but somehow he doubted that. He straightened himself up before addressing her.

"Uh...Hello. This is the Lamia Scale Guild, yes?" He asked, unsure if this person was even a member.

Lamia Scale had a problem – beside the lack electricity and running water – that the guild had to deal with it: the grocery store. Those who lived in the guild’s dorms had to travel all the way out of the toward, out to the edge of time, and rummage through overpriced garbage just to get a meal. Enola wasn’t a woman to give into her anger so readily, but ten Jewels was simply too much for tomato (even if it had been give growth hormones in Bosco). Lamia Scale’s maid found the whole terribly insufficient for a wizard’s guild of their stature.

Thus, she took upon herself to start a secret project: a garden. After much searching, Enola found a balcony which gets just the right amount of sunlight for plants to grow. After covering the balcony with dirt and bricks, she had herself a functioning garden (with the water coming from the guild’s secret bathhouse). Enola had little experience with garden though, and she felt it best she start with an easy vegetable to grow: potatoes. The potatoes had taken someone time to grow but it was well worth it. That day, as Enola was plucking the potatoes from the balcony dirt, a figure wandered toward the guild from the bustle of the town. The maid looked with intrigue as the figure approched, looking somewhat like an ant from the height of the balcony.

Enola took her basket of potatoes and wandered down the marble hallway to greet the visitor. She carefully tiptoed down the intricate staircase until she found herself in the main guild hall, basket in hand (the same basket she had used to bring fruit to the guild when she first joined). She happened upon Quincy, whom Enola had spotted around the guild from time to time, greeting their new guest. The man looked like an invert of Kihia: all black in contrast to Kihia’s white, save for skin color.

The maid placed her happy-go-lucky smile on and cleared her throat to answer before the energetic Quincy could respond.

“Ms. Quincy, please, you’ll scare our guest.”

Her warm gaze turned directly to the man in black.

“Yes, this is Lamia Scale. Do you need something? If you’re looking to post a job on our board, you'll need to fill out a form first.” Enola had immediately assumed the man was there to post a job rather than requesting membership, given that those who came to join were somewhat of a rarity.

Dmitry was trying to remove the young woman when he was greeted by what appeared to be a maid.

"No," he said, finally escaping Quincy's grasp. "I'm actually here...to...join..." Dmitry trailed off as he realized the size of the building he was in. This was likely just the main hall and yet you could house five extended families in it. He was in awe, having never been in a building this size before. Though, to be perfectly frank, Dmitry hadn't been inside a lot large buildings to begin with. He was also struck by the fact that everything was marble. Everything. The walls, stairs, floors, doors, even the door hinges. 


So this is Lamia Scale, Dmitry thought to himself, impressed for the first time by a building. 

Ren had been awkwardly spying on the newcomer from behind his magazine for the time he had been there. The entire aura that this person gave off intimidated Ren already, and Ren didn't even know who he was. Stuffed in his favorite corner in the hall, the corner in which he always sat, Ren stared in fear and also in awe at the person who had entered in. The appearance of him in general said "tuff", an adjective which Ren was the complete opposite of. Though he did look in awe by the building (and Ren would admit, it was pretty awe-inspiring. He could see the thing from his apartment window), and Ren felt a little less intimidated. Maybe he was kind on the inside?

Ren however, was not brave enough to explore that option in detail, so instead he sat, face partially covered by magazine, staring at the stranger who had arrived at the guildhall. How welcoming of him.

'Don't look now, boy...' Dmitry heard his spirit say.

'I know.' He'd survived on his own long enough to know when he was being watched. He paused his awestruck staring to look at the man staring at him from the corner. He didn't seem like much of a threat, but Dmitry didn't like being watched. Still, he had to watch his behavior as he was and outsider here. Dmitry smirked; Seems I'm already making friends. He turned back to the maid. "So, who do I talk to about joining." He said in a straight-forward manner, almost demanding tone.


'Smooth, boy.' Hati said

As if to respond in some strange way to Dmitry's question, a blue haired male ran out, called what Dmitry assumed was the maid's name, and fell flat on his back. Dmitry simply stood there. Between the over-excited door greeter, the potato armed maid, the spying corner dweller, and the performance he just witnessed, he was starting to wonder if this was a good idea after all. Still, he had to admit, a guild with a headquarters like this had to be privy to powerful mages. In other words, exactly the place to find what he was looking for. Dmitry grinned and faced the maid. "Let me try that again," he said in a more cordial tone. "My name is Dmitry Kazakov and I'd very much like to join this guild."