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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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