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       #Post#: 1512--------------------------------------------------
       Reiss [4]
       By: Noakami Date: March 23, 2022, 8:06 pm
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       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: The smell of cut wood, herbs and
       stagnant water immediately hit Reiss as she took a step into the
       town. The outpost, as Vivi had called it.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: The town itself was covered in
       jungle; overtaken like a garden of weeds.
       Reiss continued to let her eyes wander, taking in the people,
       the smell, the food and just about the view.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Reiss could tell it was Graftian
       architecture just by the sight: it was similar to Salendrian
       architecture, except with ten times the pillar. Pillar here,
       pillar there-- already enough stupport? Another pillar! It was
       the hallmark of the Alliminian architeture, which of course
       descended to its spawn.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: The people walking around appeared
       to be of all types: she saw adventurers, merchants, farmers and
       beureacrats and one person whom she was certain was a noble--
       far too glossy.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: As she looked around, a bird flew
       towards Reiss, landing ontop of her head.
       Reiss continued to look, and towards the bird that managed to
       land on her head as a smile crept up on her face ''This place is
       pretty vibrant, huh. Are the people here descendants of the
       Alliminians?''
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: Huh, you a historian or
       something? Well, I know some history myself. Uh yeah, we're the
       most direct descendants of the ancients.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: Nomum and Palamecia were
       conquered by them centuries ago; they also tried to conquer
       Radio, but the.. whats their face? Sewende? Ser.. serendipity?
       Serendipity, those guys blocked their expansion further east.
       Len has plugged out!
       Len has plugged in!
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Reiss thought on that. Erranahar,
       the Dawn, the Dusk, Grafta-- almost the entire western
       hemisphere of the world was conquered by the Alliminians so long
       ago. And the Salendrian section of the East was conquered by
       Grafta, so its no wonder they both seem so similar.
       Reiss :: I see. That must mean there's gotta be some relics in
       this city!
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: So, I'll give you a quick
       tour of the place, but first I need to ask you:
       Reiss :: Hm?
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi spoke with a faint flourish,
       voice pitched soft as to not be heard by others through the
       constant low-level commotion."Ma'am, do you have a Mage's
       License? I won't snitch."
       Reiss spoke in the same tonality, whispering ''No,
       unfortunately...How would I go about getting one?''
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: Hooh boy, thats.. a lot
       more work then you think. You'd have to first go to the City
       Hall in Spiritvale, and then sign up there for training. Or get
       a early-exception from the Crown in Dan Grafta.
       Reiss :: ....Which one's closer?
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: From what I've heard, it
       takes atleast months regardless of how you do it: and thats for
       the gifted. Some people have been training for years-- oh, Dan
       Grafta.
       Jin has plugged in!
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: Since you don't have one,
       I'll make it brief. If you get caught doing illegal witchery,
       I'll tell them I don't know you. Standard rules of business,
       capiche?
       Reiss :: ..Right.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: "Capiche?" asked Vivi squinting
       with one eye and cracking the eye open, giving Reiss a look, as
       if he wants her to respond a certain way.
       Reiss :: Err... Capiche.
       Reiss :: But you sure there isnt a faster way to get a license?
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: No. Even the Crown Empress
       herself had to spend years to get it; her father didn't give
       anyone a License through the crown.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: But because of the war
       efforts and recent pro-mage sentiments welling up in North
       Nomum, the Empress has begun to grant Licenses through the
       crown--
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi interjects his own statement
       after a brief pause. "According to my source."
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: So it's possible for you
       to get one through the Crown, though I bet they force you to
       enlist or give to the community.
       Reiss grimaced at this, what of the other option? How far is the
       journey there?
       Reiss :: How far is the travel from here to spiritvale?
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: Seven hours by boat.
       Reiss :: ...Oh, thats not very far.
       Reiss :: Hm.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi backed off Reiss. "All right
       then. To begin our tour, lets head to the local Treasurer's
       Office. Theres one anywhere in Grafta, and its where the Royal
       Treasurers lackeys are stationed."
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi rubbed his chin. "Though
       they've probably already noticed you, to be honest."
       Reiss :: ..Probably.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi gave a blank expression. "No,
       actually, definently. I see one of their agents down the street,
       staring at you."
       Reiss :: But rather than that, I'd want to get a good read of a
       newspaper if we have the t-
       Reiss :: Already?
       Reiss squinted at the same direction Vivi seemed to stare,
       attempting to discern them.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Reiss couldn't see anyone
       specifically staring at her. There was a crowd of people walking
       around in the bustle of the Outpost. Yet she couldn't tell who
       was actually staring at her.
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Every while or so she got a gaze
       from some stranger, but..
       Time has run out!
       Len has plugged out!
       Len has plugged in!
       ((OOC)) Necromancer Martin :: Vivi :: Guy hiding his face behind
       the newspaper. The paper used for it is fake; one side can be
       seen through while the other can't. Let's go and get you sorted
       out at the Treasurer's Office, ma'am.
       ---
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Together with Vivi, Reiss arrives in the
       Outback Royal Treasurer's office.
       Reiss continues contemplating on their pursuers, trying to
       locate any mana signatures that were following in suit.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Reiss noted four signatures consistently within
       48malms of her and Vivi, even though upon looking she could only
       get occasional glances of people.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi :: They should stop stalking you when you
       get registered here. You can apply for temporary citizenship,
       adventurer status or anything else, really.
       Reiss shrugged, seeing as how they werent doing anything but
       acting as surveillence. Concentrating on their destination, she
       looks around the treasurer's office ''Who do I speak to about
       that temporary citizenship exactly?
       ((OOC)) Paris :: As the two enter into the building, Reiss' nose
       is immediately perturbed by a all-encompassing smell; pungent,
       zesty and oh so suffocating. It was strong.
       Reiss with one hand pinching her nostrils and the other trying
       to bat away the smell, she yelps ''What in the Gods name is that
       smell?!''
       Reiss :: Dear lord, get rid of it!
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi, mostly unperturbed, replied. "Yeah it
       always smells like this in here. LeVeu Dareille, as its called.
       Imported straight from Dumai."
       Reiss :: Why would anyone in the world want their place of
       business to smell like this?!
       ((OOC)) Paris :: ??? :: Because this smell is worth more jewel
       then your head, darling.
       Reiss She squints into a deadpan towards the sound of the voice,
       both hands cupping her nose and mouth.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Footsteps. Reiss saw someone exit from one of
       the doors down the hall, and walk towards the front desk, before
       taking a seat and looking at Vivi.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: A black-haired woman wearing the bare minimum:
       ared corsage with dyed fur and crimson undergarments. She had
       burgundy high heels as well, and looked overall pretty.
       Reiss felt rather perplexed as to why, she was not appalled by
       the smell. Was money so important that you'd rid yourself of
       taste that you'd buy this garbage fragrance?
       Reiss could only think to herlself <Yikes.>
       Reiss :: Yikes..
       ((OOC)) Paris :: The woman raised an eyebrow, frowning. "What
       did you just say..?"
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi lightly elbows Reiss. "This is Assistant
       High Treasurer and Marquess of the Outback; Lady Leblanc
       herself. Her husband is the Marquis, who runs the land."
       Reiss :: Oh.. pardon me ma'am.
       Reiss :: I-I--- You're right, this smell... it's got a rather
       acquired.... taste?
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc glances again at Reiss before turning
       towards Vivi, as if waiting for him to continue. "You should
       watch your girlfriend, she speaks too freely for a foreign
       commoner, mercenary."
       Reiss shrugs lightly ''Then I can assume, you're the one in
       charge of handing temporary citizenships?''
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: Indeed. I have the discretion of the
       Royal Treasurer, and maintain his duties throughout all of the
       Outback. If you've come for a citizenship; don't bother.
       Imperial Decree 465 maintains that consorts and concubines are
       allowed the same privilege as wives.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi :: She is not my consort, High Treasurer.
       Reiss rather curious of the individual before her, she attempted
       to feel out :eblanc's mana and level of threat.
       Reiss(Noakami) <---- [Lv.0] Leblanc
       Reiss(Noakami) <---- Unlike the ghostly people following you,
       she was just a normal woman.
       Reiss :: Yeah, unfortunately just a lost gal with some pocket
       change.
       Reiss :: I hired this man here to help me out of the woods.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: Well, Miss...
       Reiss :: Reiss.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc glances at Vivi who answers. "Reiss."
       Reiss :: Jinx.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: Miss Reiss, why exactly are you here
       then?
       Reiss :: Uh.. well its more so I dont really know how I ended up
       here. So I'm hoping to tour for a bit, and make my way over the
       ocean back to Sarrz.
       Reiss :: As I was doing my own research as an unafiliated
       researcher on the late Pandora's partner scientist... Doofen..
       Reiss :: I forget.
       Reiss :: But all things considered! It would be just a waste to
       let all that data die amidst the war.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc turned halfway in her chair before
       easing into it, crossing her long, slender legs. "No, I mean why
       are you in my office? Why is she in my office, Vivi?"
       Reiss :: ...Huh?
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi :: For a temporary citizenship. So your
       boss' spies stop stalking her.
       Reiss :: Yeah! Yeah! Give me some privacy, is this something you
       do to all foreigners?!
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc crosed her hands and rested her head
       upon it, giving a plain, tired glance. "Ah, I see, I see. You
       told her to do that, which is such a smart move to do. Sooner or
       later, she'd probably break one of our many laws that apply to
       outsiders. Being unrecognized by the state is a terrible state
       to be in." Leblanc rolled her eyes.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: You did something so, so, helpful
       for her. Or would have if she wasn't simultaneously a lone
       outsider and of the fairer gender; even though her face is not
       so fair.
       Reiss :: She really doesn't like me, huh?
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: Women cannot gain sole citizenship
       if they did not previously have it. We have laws against wenches
       from the savage lands coming and seducing our men, you know?
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc gestures towards herself, then to
       Reiss, speaking all the while. "So even if I, myself, revoked my
       citizenship temporarily and came back a year later, I could
       regain it on my own. But a Sarrzian like yourself needs to have
       your husband come and apply for it for you."
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi :: Oh shit. Wh-
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: Savage Denouniciation Act of 465,
       written by the third king.
       Reiss squinted, whispering to Vivi ''...Is this true?''
       Reiss continued whispering ''Or is she making this up?''
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc shrugged. "I can bring out a copy of
       the decree if you want, Lice."
       Reiss :: She really doesn't like me
       Reiss :: If it brings you any solice, my only problem was the
       smell. I think you yourself are very much refined.
       Reiss in her vain attempts to flatter, she rubs her hands like a
       money launderer trying to appease to the madame/
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: That smell took me five years to
       obtain. Countless trade deals, bargains, even.. even begging at
       some point to get it to where it is now.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: I, unlike many commoners, prefer
       being my own woman. I simultaneously manage the Dumai Trading
       Company, handle my duties as Assistant Royal Treasurer and my
       duties as Marquess. Countless people have come here day by day,
       and not one of them--
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: Not. One of them. Disparaged the
       LeVeu Dareille. It's made of seven different plants from Dumai,
       crushed and then minced at the perfect speed. Mixed in with the
       juices of four different monsters and mind you, perfectly
       ratioed by the finest pharmacists in the land.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: I did not kid when I said this
       perfume is more valueable than your head, Reiss.
       Reiss simply sucked her teeth in furrowing her eyebrows in
       slight annoyance showcasing more of Licht's personality, clearly
       not in the mood to hear the uppity bitch go on her boss babe
       rant.
       Reiss she scoots over to Vivi whispering ''How much for you to
       escort me around as my husband?''
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi :: I always said I'd sell myself for
       24,000 jewel or more, no less. You paying?
       Reiss :: Yeah, anything to get out of this.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc :: Ough, if you're doing all this, I
       might as well just get the paperwork now. Both for your sham
       marriage and citizenship. You'll be able to rent rooms at inns,
       buy a house and be taxed: the latter being important because
       it'll save you from prison.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Leblanc rose from her chair and walked into the
       backroom.
       Reiss rather confused she turned towards Vivi whispering
       ..''...Her knowing it's a sham isn't a good thing... is it?''
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi :: No. but Lady Leblanc is kind at heart.
       She just gets antsy when you poke at her business and her
       products.
       ((OOC)) Paris :: Vivi :: She won't tell anyone about it being a
       sham, which means you'll be a citizen. Then we can go on a tour
       without you getting harassed by the spies.
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