A New Hero Approachs

Though business was picking up lately with more people putting bounties on dark mages' heads with each passing day, Sivvy had had to hang back on Amber Island instead of going out to rid the world of some evil. The aforementioned business had caused an even larger influx of paperwork, a task she didn't mind, but wasn't quite as militant about anymore. The girl dressed in mostly white was learning to regulate herself and prioritize. Most of this week had already been spent out in the field, made clear by the towers of paper making a miniature city of skyscrapers upon her desk. True to Sivvy's ways, though, the female ambassador had made efficient work of it and looked to reward herself with a snack from her drawer, only to find it empty! That wouldn't do.

"Hello," a female's voice rang back to the newcomer from the West Wing of the hall. Sivvy had heard the question before she came into view considering her sensitive hearing but had waited to speak until she was sure the girl could both see and hear her. In her hand was a plate with a giant piece of chocolate cake on it, one she seemed content to munch on as she walked the guildhall. Free food for Ambassadors was probably something the cooks here resented, but Sivvy hardly gave it a second thought as she cleaned out most of the food in one sitting.

As she continued toward the girl standing among the beautiful marbled floors and walls, she did her best to put on a welcoming but still somewhat serious smile, in the interests of being polite. "I'm Sivvy, one of the Ambassador's here," the cloned pinkette chirped easily now. It was hard to imagine that just months ago, she'd been unable to introduce herself so casually by the nickname Johann gave her. It was a hard habit to break, introducing herself with the utmost truthful by her number designation, having never been given a proper name. It still felt a little unnatural, but there was no questioning that it made these types of interactions much easier. It seemed to put everyone at ease, where before she'd get odd glances and questions about why she was called 7. "Are you hoping to join us here in Dies Irae?" came her next query, certain that was the case. Sivvy proceeded to swiftly devour the rest of her enormous slice of cake with perplexing elegance, placing the empty plate on the arm of the throne and retrieving the ink for the guild stamp.

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The small smile she wore never faltered, even as the newcomer battled her nerves. This wasn't the first time a recruit had displayed such tendencies. In fact, it was much more common than the rare recruit that entered with absolute confidence and a thirst for justice so strong that nothing could keep them from it. Truthfully, it never occurred to the pinkette that she might be the source of the intimidation. Things such as fame, recognition of strength, and respect of authority never crossed her mind because, well, Sivvy didn't think of herself. Ever, except for when eating and shopping were concerned. No, in her eyes she was still a lowly servent for lack of a better term. A tool to be used for the benefit of someone else, not for her own gains. And while those thoughts seemed humble, it wasn't intentional. Sivvy had just been strictly brought up this way, and it was a mindset she had yet to shake.

"I see. Good," the ambassador nodded, glad to see some confidence stirring in the girl. "Then I will need you to swear an oath to uphold justice no matter the cost by ridding the world of all evil you cross. You will keep the order in Earthland. You will practice discipline and forever improve yourself by growing stronger in mind and body, so no threat by any dark mage can withstand your strength. You will be righteous and protect the innocent by eliminating the dark threats without hesitation. You will never betray your fellow guildmates, and will never stray to the darkness lest we strike you down," Sivvy spoke to the girl with learned authority, living up to her guild master status the longer she stood in the role alongside Johann. Practice made perfect, as they say.

"Don't take this oath lightly. Should you choose to continue, then afterward I'll need your name and your location and color preferences for your guild mark," the clone finished, falling silent to await the brunette's response.

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With a nod of approval, Coco Winters had assured Sivvy that she would do well in Dies Irae. The clone liked the way this girl conducted herself. She already had high hopes. "Excellent," she said with the small smile widening just a bit. "Well then, welcome to Dies Irae, Coco Winters," the ambassador said in a pleased tone, wiggling her fingers and commanding the ink to leave its bottle. It stayed its crimson hue as it imprinted itself on her hand as indicated, then retreated back to the vial. Sivvy wasted no time replacing the vial back in its spot, then turned to face the new recruit once more.

"Now that you are a member, you have access to the facilities here. The East Wing accommodates free housing for our members. You'll receive access to a sizable room with a private bathroom. Upon rising in the ranks, the room can be upgraded to a larger one that is more customizable. The West Wing is where our services are located, like the Mess Hall and Kitchen, which are always open to us for affordable prices. We also have an extensive library in that wing, as well as our offices, where personal records are kept and our jobs are processed. Feel free to explore, as your guild mark will allow you access to where you need to go," the rosette explained, motioning to each of the wings as they were mentioned. With that, her job here was finished.

"Now, please excuse me, Coco," Sivvy said with a slight bow of her head, "I really must get back to work. My desk is probably covered in stacks of paper again," she sighed, retrieving her empty cake plate and disappearing back into the hallway of the West Wing.

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