A Whimsical Job Applicant

In the lobby of the West Fiore Trading Company one could see many things. The employees walking to and fro, customers here for various reasons, lined up at the front desk. Occasionally there were odd looking people casually walking through the lobby, but not many paid them any mind. In one corner of the lobby was many comfortable looking chairs with little tables separating each one. This was the waiting area, the place Shea Duskhelm currently found herself occupied in.

Shea was here for a job interview for the company and was instructed by the lady at the desk to lounge a bit until someone came to fetch her. And lounge she did, legs crossed daintily, one arm on her knee her her chin resting on the limb, the other holding up and old Soccerers Magazine to the woman's face, blue and purple hair pooling around her hips. This position showed off her cleavage and long legs very nicely, not that the mage herself paid any mind to it. This was just how the half-elf was.

But anyone who knew her would think the songstress waiting for a job interview of all thing was completely out of character. Afterall, she was much too whimsical and freedom loving to be tied down to a company of all things. A guild would work better for her. But Shea had a good feeling about this place. Also, wandering didn't make much money, and the woman was a bit low. When she decided to join an organization of some sorts this was literally the first thing she came across. Whether she is attempting to join the company simply because it was the first opportunity that came by, or for another deeper reason, was only for Shea herself to know.

Until then the woman will wait for her interview, happily reading her magazine and ignoring any gawkers. But when that interviewer did come along Shea looks up from the magazine and smiles at them expectantly.

Shea looked up from the article she was half-heartedly reading to look up at a man approaching her. The man himself reminded Shea vaguely of a pirate, which made sense since much of the trading going on in this company is through sea-faring ships.

At the mention of her name, Shea uncrosses her legs and puts the magazine down on to the table before getting up. While doing this she internally raises an eyebrow. The Vice-President interviewing some mere traveling mage? Was something going on? Or did she do something to attract the attention of someone so high up in the food chain. She had been generally lawful in her travels, and unless they have heard of her semi-famous opera career, they shouldn’t have heard of her. Hopefully, this wasn’t the case of a rich older man hiring and taking advantage of pretty women under his employ. The songstress couldn’t tell if the vice-president was or was not the type quite yet.

Shaking her thoughts away Shea smiles at her interviewer and reaches out a hand to shake. “Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for taking your time to interview me Mr. Seas.” The mage says to the man, giving a low formal bow after the handshaking is done. “I hope I do well within your company walls.” She finishes off with an easy-going smile, privately hoping to not be in their walls all that much, but instead out and gone like the wind that carries their ships.

A loud crash could be heard from outside of the building and anyone that found time to run outside would see the sky had rained down a massive bolt of black electricity on the area near the West Fiore Trading Company's headquarters. Those who knew of the antics that went on near the HQ and around the island already knew how the bolt was caused and what could have been going on but those who weren't as knowledgeable of the happenings of Divide Island would not know much at all and only would look on shocked and in horror at the situation. Some even would consider leaving the island before some sort of super storm swept up around them and subjected them to some new type of dangers.

Before most people could act on leaving or doing anything else about the black bolt that had hit the island a figure could be seen moving into the sky near where the bolt had come down. The figure was flying through the air towards the HQ holding a larger figure. A larger figure would come out from where the bolt had hit and move towards the HQ also. As the figure got closer it could be seen that a man and a serpent dragon were flying towards the HQ holding the bodies of wyverns. This would probably cause more people to be fearful of the situation as they figured out that either the dragon or the man had caused that display to happen but everyone who knew who he was knew what was going on. It was hunting time for the dragon and man.

"Zinny, you think this will be enough food for you for a bit? I hate to say it but I have paperwork to do probably and Alisha is probably going to find a way to lock me into my office for the rest of the year if I don't start doing it all. I'm sure Julius, her and the others can only do so much." Zinnath gave off a groan at her friend and owner. "I know, I know but I can't help it. Duty calls even though I don't want to hear it." Cirven and Zinnath continued to talk back and forth as they flew through the air. They stopped just before arriving at the HQ where Cirven left Zinnath to her feast with a wave. He flew off and arrived at the HQ where he was needed. "I wonder who noticed that... Maybe I scared away some of the paperwork with that.." He mumbled to himself as he landed and started to walk towards the HQ. He did not pay much attention to those who had been scared of what just happened because it was such a common thing that they should have had someone explain to them what was going on. It could easily be seen as a display of power to any who wanted help from the WFTC so it should not have been all that bad.

The lightning came at a surprise. The ground below Shea gave a small shake and it was only thanks to her years of training as a warrior that stopped her from looking bothered by it. Instead, the half-elf stood up from her bow, back now ramrod straight. She immediately forgot whose presence she was in is, or even what she was doing here. All that mattered was that there was a fight to be had, and Shea was to one who was going to join that fight.

The lithe woman immediately grabbed the lance that had been leaned against the chair she had been sitting in and rushed outside. Her blood was pumping with adrenaline and a small lust for battle, even as inside the songstress knew she would mostly stay on the sidelines as a support mage. That didn’t make battles any less fun for the whimsical woman though. What was better, the lighting was black in its colouring, which meant there was a chance this was dark magic, something Shea is driven to eradicate.

Heedless of if the vice president followed or not the fledgling mage rushed out of the building in time to see a large serpent heading toward the area. Shea gave a small frown of disappointment at the fact her dragoon training had not finished yet, thus it would be harder and less fun to take down a flying creature. She even pouted a bit at the thought.

Suddenly her reddish eyes seemed to sharpen as the woman notices a human figure on top of the serpent. The beast also seemed to be holding wyverns, a true show of its strength. The war maiden figured the one controlling it must be doubly strong, not that Shea was afraid. On the contrary, this thought made her smile serenely at even her possible impending death.

“Well now, this looks like it'll be fun.” Shea said in a sing-song voice, readying herself for action as a rather suspicious looking man landed and jumped off the beast. After letting her head cool a bit she had been expecting the vice president to either run out to join her or run away and send security. Either way, the half-elf expected some kind of back up for her to aid in the battle she was expecting. Also, while the chances seemed low, this could be a misunderstanding of some sort. Jumping was one thing, but attacking possible false conclusions was not a habit Shea wanted to gain.

The CEO of the WFTC walked up to the main headquarters that he ran and was probably needed at with his hands on the back of his head as if he had not a care in the world. He did not expect anyone to run out of the building really at all with how most of the WFTC knew that their leader was the type to go off and fight some of the multiple creatures that lived in the area as a sort of hunting arrangement and/or a training run for him. He expected the members of the WFTC to calm down those in the building and near it as to avoid any hostile situations but one person must not have got the memo from a WFTC member and she found herself outside holding her weapon out ready to fight. Cirven grinned at the site of the armed woman.

"Preemptive fighter, huh? I like that. We need some people like that on our payroll, I think. I'm Cirven Mizune and I am the CEO of the WFTC. Who are you?" He started speaking when he was ten feet away from the woman and then stopped speaking when he was only a short few feet away from her. "Maybe I should test your skill a bit? See if you are a good fighter like your initiative to jump into a fight shows?" He didn't know how the woman fought and could not feel a great amount of magical power from her but he knew that people could mask that power as easily as they could breathe so he learned to not judge a person by what he felt.

Oh, oops. Well it probably wasn’t a good idea to point her lance at the leader of the organization she was attempting to join, no matter how half-heartedly that may be. No wonder no one else ran out with her, this must have been a common occurrence for the other members of the company. Though Shea had literally just walked into the building and had run out before anyone could stop her, so she had no idea and that was her own foult. Oh well, at least they couldn’t claim she didn’t take the initiative, or that she was a coward. Though the opera singer did wonder if this was a test of some kind.

Just as the songstress began to pout over the lack of fighting she brightened at Cirven’s offer. Pulling her lance to her side the fledgling mage leaned on it and gave a serene smile to the older man. “Sorry about that mister CEO.” She told him in a singsong voice. “My name is Shea Duskhelm, and I am at your company for a job interview, though I think I miiiight have accidentally left the vice-president in the dust.” She gave a low ladylike bow at her introduction, then gave a glance over her shoulder at the building, still looking completely at ease.

A small frown then made its way onto her beautiful face. “I would love to take you up on your offer, but I’m a support mage and it would be no fun to have a magical fight with me.” After all it wasn’t like he would wait around for her to finish a buffing or healing song. It was the downside to her magic, but Shea loved it nonetheless.

“Buuuut, if you happen to wield a weapon I would absolutely love to have a spar with you.” The easy-going mage tells the person she soon hopes to be her boss, sly smile and a finger resting on trainee dragoons lips, her other hand still holding her lance. Unlike most lance and spear fighters who ground themselves with their weapons, Shea preferred to take to the skies with her own weapon of choice and strike her foes from above. This, to her opinion, made battles more fun and made her appear more elegant.

“Lavia darling, don’t interfere.” The woman whispers under her breath to her dear companion and receives a ghostly giggle on confirmation in return. With that settled she gives the man another serene smile as she prepares to launch herself into the air or cease that action as soon as the man confirms his wishes. Shea doesn’t care much that she’s probably going to be trounced by someone she already identified as stronger than her, a fun fight was a fun fight.

""Support mage, huh? That weapon says you have sort of skill fighting though right? Cirven put his right hand to his chin and squinted his eyes at the girl while he thought of what to do. He did not think of how awkward it could make things but rather wanted to think of how to test the girl. "How about you come at me with some attacks? No magic or anything really crazy like that but just some hand to hand like attacks. I won't attack back at all. Sound good?"

He didn't know if the girl would take him up on the offer or not but that did not stop him from showing off some of what he could do and pulling out two of his knives from under his black coat and flipping them around in his hands as he waited. This was to show that he was more than competent with them and to give a bit of intimidation to the girl. "If you impress me I will add you to the organization myself. Sound better? If it does just rush me and attack."

Shea’s smile grew as the man laid his rules, quite happy with them. “Why a spar would be lovely Mr. Mizune. Shall we begin now?” She questions the man, and upon sensing approval give another small bow, this time one to show respect before a fight.

As soon as the bow ended Shea launched herself into the air, lance in hand. She did an aerial flip, then launched herself at the man, thrusting her weapon several times at him. She landed to his side and did a shorter jump, using her entire body for a larger thrust before curving her body around in a circle, hitting bit both her launch and through kicks. Every once in awhile she would jump high straight into the air, landing down hard below her, lance stuck into the ground where Cirven had just been and causing the ground to shake a bit. ‘Hopefully, this will prove me.’ Shea thinks to herself in an easygoing manner.

The demon was always the type who wanted to spar or train. It was a hobby to him but it meant more to him than that. He did it in order to keep himself ready for anything that could come his way and training with new people was always a great way to test himself as well as learn anything new from the people he was training with. This wasn't exactly the same way he trained with others but he did not want to push the woman too hard, especially in front of the WFTC HQ where potential clients could be watching who might not have approved of such actions. He barely cared about things like that but what did care about was the fact that his subordinates might have not been so keen on it.

He dodged attack after attack, narrowly avoiding some of them in the process. A excited smile curved over his face as each attack was flung his way and he was happy that the woman was able to move so elegantly with each attack. Fighting was really an art and was easily shown as such through her movements as well as with his swift dodges and flips around. It was almost like watching a couple dance passionately as the two went at it.

One of the woman's strikes slammed her spear down into the ground again causing Cirven to have to jump back into a flip through the air and dodge it. He jumped high into the air to get a good amount of space between them in order to put both back into a neutral position which he did not do the entire time she was attacking. "Nice flurry. Sure you are only for support? Could probably get you to lead some groups with the skill you have with your weapon." He pointed to the new holes in his coat. "This shows how close you were all those times. Count yourself as a new addition to the crew we have here. Also, you owe me a new black coat." He shot her a grin and then made his way to her where he would take her inside and get her officially inducted into the folds of the WFTC.

“Compliments will get you nowhere Mr. CEO.” Shea says with a melodic laugh, happily getting out of her fighting stance, lance passively at her side. For all of her destruction of his clothes she barely got past his defenses, he parried her attack so well while not injuring her at all with his blades. Cirven was a skilled fighter and Shea felt honored to cross blades with him.

Of course, it helped that he gave Shea exactly what she wanted, a place in their company. “Thank you for your kind offer, hope to not disappoint!” The songstress says in an easy-going manner to her new boss as they head back to headquarters. She goes ahead of him a little but gives a backwards glance at his ruined coat. “Aww, what a shame, it looked like a beautiful leather coat. Here’s what, if I see a nicer one on my travels I’ll get it for you. A deals a deal?” She asks the man with a wink over her shoulder as they move forward.