We All Hate Customer Service

The Dreamweaver had been informed that they needed to go make friends with their new ally, the guild of roses. The being of surreality had been present when the legal guild had stormed into their fortress but had declined the option of interacting with anyone. Instead, the nightmare had quietly sat back to consume the tension that they could and listen on. Now, however, they would be faced with the opportunity of meeting the shady legal guild themselves.

Black Rose and Basilisk Fang were at least trying to make friends, but the fact that the Dreamweaver had been selected to interact with their new allies was a spell for trouble. The nightmare looked forward to what they had to offer, however, but would not promise to keep out of trouble. Action and commotion were the reason they had landed in Reality in the first place, after all. Taking their preferred form of a blonde haired woman with green eyes and casual attire, the Dreamweaver made their way down Silver Moon Boulevard and soon arrived at the fancy Silver Moon Inn.

Backlit by the overcast skies, the grinning Dreamweaver entered the inn, her Basilisk Fang guildmark hidden from public view. Upon shutting the door behind her, emerald eyes gazed at the better-dressed raven-haired Black Rose member alongside the others in the building. “Sup,” she began, not overly fond of formalities for the present situation. “Name’s Veronika,” the blonde continued, lifting her right hand to show the back of it to the legal mage. The shape of a snake’s head colored in yellow flashed over her pale skin briefly before vanishing from sight once again. She was indeed the Basilisk Fang member they had been expecting, ready to receive a fresh ‘meal’ they had offered earlier in the official exchanges.




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As many weeks recently have been, Seth's schedule had been completely booked. Ever since being promoted to ace, it's been coerce him, blackmail her, investigate them, paperwork this, splintering mental capacity that. Needless to say, he deflected some of the workload on any other guild-mate. Planning multiple bond building events and organizing ~secret~ cross legality dine ins.

His close friend, actually, Esialeth Rose, was one of the first to sign up. Such a small job but it really does make a difference. Whatever hell borne spirit that walks through the door was to be made friends with and treated like royalty. He, simply, as the person who commissioned the act, was there to supervise. To make sure that bonding gets done, and as backup in case... Things go poorly. And he wanted to be there for his friend. After her recent hiatus, they need any social time they can get.

He stands in the background, running the lively bar, making drinks as well as keeping a mindful eye on the exchange between the two opposite mages. Esialeth should know. Who knows if the Basilisk Fang mage would, though. He never told anyone in the opposing guild. He shrugs. Maybe it is for the better if they're unaware of an overseer. It might be needless to say, otherwise, being sat directly inside the grand HQ of Black Rose. He's not wearing his uniform (at all, actually) and is probably violating all sorts of health codes. His (long) hair is untied, sweeping everywhere and probably getting in all sorts of foodstuffs, he's wearing an open-chested sweatshirt, and a pair of 'whatever' leggings. Between making drinks and charming the public, he acknowledges the mage who walked in. A glimpse of blonde hair is all he sees before he has to serve a customer. Hopefully whatever happens, happens smoothly.

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