M.A.G.I.: Urban Fantasy - Office Adventures RP

Lobby

After a couple of comments from her fellow co-workers, Aaminah frowned a bit, quickly reminded why she does not discuss about fashion with them in the first place. If she were to splash acid all over them, they would become water, because they're basic as hell when it comes to streetwear, or any wear.

But that can't be helped, she thought as she let out a silent sigh and slumped her shoulder. "Hey, if you're so bothered about my ill-fitted shirt, why don't you pull it up for me? My hands are kind of occupied with this bike on my shoulder..." she said as she leaned over to Johnny before realizing what's going on and stand straight back up with a blush "Ermm...shit, i didn't mean to make it sound flirty, just sassy. Fuck, that's just weird. Erm, I'll be on my way to the office. See ya."

And with that being said, she shuffled her way through the warped door, too embarrassed for the moment to stay and chat with Johnny. Fortunately for her, her cubicle is the closest to the door, so she doesn't need to burn her red converse shoe soles off much more than needed. She placed the bike on the empty cubicle wall and took out her scrapbook to tear off one of the pages with her latest drawings, one half of the page was a nearly realistic portrait of a middle eastern elf dressed in a burka with a hypnotizing green eyes and the other half are doodles of Pingu doing Pingu things, with 'noot noot' written all over the page. Drawing stuffs at night do yield interesting results, which is why Aaminah kept doing it.

She stick it up with blu tack to her other cubicle wall along the other drawings that she did. That's one half of the wall, the other half are dedicated to drawing references, notes that pointed out her own flaws and tutorials that were printed from websites.

And the center is a poster of PashaBiceps.

Aaminah looked into his eyes and lost herself in the biceps and the memes in a bit before snapping herself out of it and realized that she needs to do some work, and soon after, she realized that she had already completed her projects and are now awaiting for a new one from the boss herself. Hmm...

After a bit of thinking, she shrugged, pick up her office phone and dial up the maintenance crew. I'm sure they need some accompaniment, she thought to herself.

edited 17th Apr '16 2:35:06 AM by sgtpendulum

M.A.G.I. Office: Kou, Josef.

Startled, she whips around, her hands inside her red jacket and her knife half way off it's sheathe. Her posture is not unlike a cat with its jimmies rustled.

Seeing Josef, however, her enthusiasm pops like a deflated balloon.

"You don't count." Kou said, not quite (but infinitely closes to), pouting. "You're practically human."

With such nonsensical words, it seems she thought this was sufficient for greeting her colleague. Moreover…

“…Why are you holding a decapitated head?” An air of danger accompanies her words.

The Basement (EK, Gnoop, $ini$ter)

Gnoop was just trying to remember where he left the screwdrivers (under a clump of mushrooms behind the couch) when another displaced object came to life. As different as they were in style, sophistication and general demeanor '$ini$ter', as the humanoid dragon simply insisted his name be written, was always a welcome guest in the cave. Unfortunately he was also very hard to lose given the volume and frequency of his quips. The dragon's voice echoed through the caves with his morning slew of 'suggestions' and jokes. Gnúpr gave an apologetic expression to EK and lumbered back towards the cave entrance, "But I don't like phones, Sini!" He replied, hoping EK and 'Sini' wouldn't fight over that silly food blog again, "I walk away from people when I want to stop talking to them. Are my screwdrivers down there?" He bellowed, resting a massive arm at the rocky opening. "I, uh, broke the door again..." He mumbled the last part.

The 'office' phone rang insolently in the corner, Gnoop wincing, "'This is why I don't like phones..." He grumbled to himself, the resulting sound something like a rockfall before its had its morning coffee. With utmost delicacy Gnúpr barely managed to scoop the phone up to an ear without serious damage, "Hallo?"

edited 17th Apr '16 2:41:16 AM by Lt.BGob

@Kou: "I dunno. It was lying on the floor of the break room. I think I have heard of some creatures that can detach their heads and continue to live." Josef responded, cradling the dullahan's head and not paying attention to the fact that Kou has likened him to a filthy human.

Josef puts the head on the table.

edited 17th Apr '16 2:44:22 AM by arcada188

M.A.G.I. Office: Kou, Josef.

"Hmph. You don't know where it's been, you should put it back where you found it, you numbskull." Kou replied, reproachingly. She had no beef with the skeleton. His disposition toward heavy weaponry is, beyond its usefulness as distraction, fitting in his role as a meatshield.

It seems she thought he considered himself a human, same as her, rather than his actual opinion. Anyone who has spent more than a couple seconds with her would know that shattering this blissful illusion of hers would be ...boneheaded.

Her abrasive monologue finished, she shakes her head in a condescending mann- but, then, freezes completely. The atmosphere around her seems to take to a gray tint.

"U-um." Kou squeaked, sounding uncharacteristically meek. With her fingers -the very same fingers that sprout metallic claws and tore out the throat of Mad Wizard Darkdeath Evilman of the 3000 Terrors- a-twirled in front of her chest embarrassedly- "I'll overlook that if you help me with something?"

Aaminah's Cubicle

To be honest, Aaminah was hoping to get EK on the phone, the genasi was in the mood for some good ol insult slings with a punk rock girl with an attitude. Ah well, she can spend some time with the lovable troll too.

"Hey, I need some help over here, Noop Noop," she said, trying to sound serious and urgent. "I have this huge leak in the office right here. I'll need you to come over and help plug it up, asap. Oh, and it's located in my..."

Then, in a coarse whisper into the receiver, "...Pants."

She lost herself and started chuckling at her own bad joke ironically, as if that word has any meaning nowadays. Then she collected herself with a shake of her head, she continued, at a much more relaxed tone, "So I don't have any other work for now, you have time to talk?"

M.A.G.I. Office: Kou, Josef

Josef put down the head in the break room, then returned. "Well, I would not consider myself a human," Josef said, "I am too awesome to be a human! I am a skeleton!"

"What do you need to do, by the way?" Josef asked.

MAGI Office

Nyara enters the Office, catching up to Josef.

M.A.G.I. Office: Kou, Josef, Nyara

Josef turns around. The Ilithid sends chills down his nonexistent, bony spine. His smile and optimism are gone... for a second.

"...H-hey..." Josef greets the cephalopod-like creature.

"Heh. Did I freak you out? Good. It's decided. I will go as myself for Halloween."

"Heh... that's fine... what if some human realizes that you're going as yourself?" Josef asks, perplexed at the fact.

edited 17th Apr '16 4:05:51 AM by arcada188

"Who cares? Plenty of people do it."

"Do you know anybody who went out as himself, uh... what's your name, again?" the skeleton asks, slightly more upbeat.

"Nyara. It's not my real name, it's the name I use in the company of people who can't pronounce it. I picked it after Nyarlathotep."

"...The fuck is Nyarlahotep?" Josef asks, perplexed, then changes the topic, "Oh well. Do you know anybody who went out as themselves?"

have you noticed my new avatars

edited 17th Apr '16 5:15:49 AM by arcada188

The Basement

EK's stress giggles escalated from small hoots to a rhythmic, repeating shriek as the door came off it's hinges. She quieted quickly as she saw that it was just Gnoop, but her tail swished back and forth anxiously and her ears stood up straight. Everyone had heard her act all stressed and fearful; she'd lose respect if she didn't clean her act up.

She hefted the door with only slightly more difficulty than Gnoop tore it off and just sort of set it into the doorway behind her. She caught up to Gnoop with ease, though; her shoes probably didn't appreciate her digitigrade jog down into the Gnoll and Troll Hole, now also populated by $ini$ter. Good guy, monstrous through and through, even if he didn't look it.

She waved. "Hey. You sleep here again?" Her voice was a lot more high-pitched and wavery than you'd expect from a big ole monster girl, but that was what you got from Hyena vocal chords.

There was a four letter word out there that people didn't seem to find offensive, not nearly as badly as certain other ones. In Gerald's mind, LATE was flashing a bright red, with klaxons and explosions and all of that other business as he practically flew off the cloverleaf and into LA proper.

A familiar song was playing on the radio as Gerald was pushing 5 mph OVER the speed limit, his endless regret forcing him to break the very laws he held near and dear in order to reclaim face. His 1992 Geo Metro was being pushed to its absolute limit. It was the first time since he had been late since Hurricane Katrina had caused a tornado to tear up his usual route to work all the way back in 2005, and while his boss was understandably forgiving of that instance he had never lived it down. Tearing through downtown LA at a downright irresponsible speed, Gerald was destroying the very foundation of his existence.

And about 5 minutes later, he was now safely inside the office, ultimately a whole 12 minutes late. His alarm clock had failed him after 20 years of dutiful service, and now he had to reap what he had sown by not bothering to replace his electronics regularly. He was sweating so heavily that an uneducated man might look and think he was a water elemental of some kind.

MAGI Office: En Route

It was too early in the morning to be this stressed. Valentine had never been late for a shift before and yet here they were, walking as fast as their tiny legs would carry them. Having a breakfast conversation had been a poor choice.

A kind elf had seen them at Valentine's preferred breakfast eatery and asked to join them. Naturally, Valentine obliged. After all, there was plenty of time. However, the pleasant talk quickly turned sour as the elf casually dropped a few unsavoury phrases in regards to trolls. A while back, Valentine would've brushed this off but now it was their job. And it was a job that they took very seriously.

So an hour of heated arguments and a pissed off restaurant owner confrontation later, Valentine was scurrying along the street, hoping to get straight to work. As they opened the doors of the building, they found no such luck, as a conglomerate of their co-workers stood around in the lobby, shooting the metaphorical shit.

Great.

"Good morning, everyone," spoke Valentine, their voice deep for a gnome, but still somewhat high-pitched. They avoided the refreshments table, as they made a beeline for the PR department door.

edited 17th Apr '16 10:15:05 AM by EviIPaladin

"Morning, Gerald. Morning, Val." Johnny gets up and heads for the legal department. Working for the LAW can seem exciting at first, but as soon as you realize even a lawyer in the courtroom like Johnny has a shitload of paperwork, it very quickly loses its charm.

After sitting at his desk, he was met with a lot of paperwork. "Guess I'm gonna be here for a long time." He grabs the first sheet and reads it over. Then, he gets to work.

Gnoll and Troll Hole (Now with extra Dragon!)

$ini$ter snorted and chuckled darkly at Gnoop’s response while he did up his laces. “Yeah, well, people don’t just go away when you can’t see them anymore. That would be too easy.” He called back, punctuating the word with a finishing tug. $ini$ter got to his feet and began searching for his stuff, which gradually turned into a reluctant search for Gnoop’s screwdrivers. “Aww, I, ugh, found them.”

When EK caught up with him, $ini$ter was crouched in front of the mushroom patch, his arm hovering above the not-so-fun-fungi as he gingerly searched for a way to reach in without actually touching any part of the condensation-slick hidey-hole. When the Gnoll asked her question, without missing a beat: “Nah, fell between the cushions, just got out.” He said, getting to his feet while smacking his hands together. He didn’t know the hyena woman all that well, but despite her questionable taste in… taste, she seemed like good people.

$ini$ter prodded the mushroom clump with the heel of his shoe, grimacing. “Could you hand me a broom, or something? I ain’t touching this shit.” He asked, glancing in her direction.

Heads Up!

Mira sat with a bit of frustration as people didn't notice her, perhaps too tired in the morning to regard the standalone head. Meanwhile she could feel her body running into walls a few times, figuring out that it must be locked in a closet somewhere. How in the actual fuck did that happen?

As she was lost in thought, something bumped the table, causing her head to roll off and hit the ground with a grunt of frustration from Miranda, before she rolled into an open vent with a string of curses.

Building Crawlspace

"Wuss." EK coughed out at $$ before going for the screwdriver she knew was back there. Her long and skinny body arched over the back of the couch, groping back behind it before finding the mushroom patch. "Scr—screwdriver...?" She mumbled to herself, before her paw found the plastic handle. Before going back to the door, though, she also snatched up her utility belt off the top of their fridge and slid her screwdriver in it. The belt and the tool were just two examples of her and Gnoop's utter disregard for organized storage. "Be right back." She thumbed over her shoulder at the door. "Leh—mmmme know what the... kkhkkkall's 'bout... after."

Break Room - Emilia Shade

Emilia was quite enjoying her time being the coffee maker; for her it was always a warm and slightly energizing experience, and perhaps it was a psychological placebo effect but it felt as if the caffeine flowing through her entire ghostly being helped her wake up some more that early work morning. "Ahhh~" a keen ear might hear emerge from the brewery device amongst its bubbling cauldron of invigorating black.

Hearing the door creak open, Emilia popped a ghostly head out of the coffee machine and spotted Laithe enter and wave. Smiling, Emilia plopped right on out and waved hi right back... while struggling to remember her name.

"Heyyy sulk... sesk... selk... Heyyy, Silky~" Emilia greeted her, misremembering Laithe's race for her name, and mispronouncing it besides. "Came in for coffee and donuts? They're pretty good..."

Emilia floated a donut over to share with her when she heard a thud nearby. Taking a few slothly moments to register it, she broke her own silence with a "Hmmnn...?" before floating in the direction of the sound, sugary confection in hand.

"Oh, morning Miralaaa..." Emilia slipped into the vent after her, phasing through the wall to be head-to-head with her. "Watcha doing down here? Want a donut?"

"Hey Emilia. I would love a donut."

She gratefully took the offered donut, but paused after hearing the bumps. You see, Laithe had wanted to talk as soon as Josef had pixked up Mira's head, but then he had abruptly left. Laithe ran off after Emilia, and saw what happened to it. She rushed forward and grabbed the head before it rolled any further. Though it was usually terribly impolite to pick up someone's head, she thought it would be forgivable in this circumstance.

"Are you okay? You're a duhallan, aren't you?"

Laithe spoke in a hopeful tone hoping it wasn't just a random decapitated head.

edited 17th Apr '16 3:45:53 PM by secretlyasuperhero

Scene Transition

With a sensation like taut rubber snapping to place, Kou shook her head rapidly, like a dog after bath. Damned Type-Greens, she thought, shivering. A RK-class reality shift always screws with her mind.

Her current observable reality is standing in the elevator, being serenaded by strange music, like Beethoven's Number 9 and traditional Haitian war chant had a rebellious child who wanted to grow up to be an auto-tuned K-pop rock. It is surprisingly agreeable, though one would need a plier to forces that admission off of her.

With a sharp Ding!, the carriage (re)arrives(ed) at the Offices floor.

"———-"

Too many people. No, she can't, she's not going to deal with this. Pointedly keeping her face down- yes, yes, the floor is very interesting. Is that a piece of gum? Strawberry-Caramel-Avocado flavored CR 4 ZY Gum™. Very avant-garde. Very bonafide. Very interesting in its existence as poignant social commentary through the expression of polymeric butadiene-based synthetic rubber. Its proliferation surely speaks to the common nature shared between humans and extranatural beings as silly creatures who would stuff their faces with whatever weird thing, so long as it is the latest fad; why, no, she isn't faltering in the face of potential social interaction, no siree, perish the thought.

She gave the man who sometimes felt like the only other human in the entire damn company an unconscious wave, then enters the Breakroom with a slight bow.

Breakroom - Kou, Mira, Laithe, Emilia

A head. A seal-woman. A ghost. Not the worst bunch of misfits to begin -twitch- befriending, she supposes.

"Hello, head. Seal-woman. Emilia." Kou said, her mouth operating mechanically. Conscious of her little orange book, she continued "Yes, I would like a donut. Please"

She gave her what she termed her No. 3 Smile ("friendly", both corners of mouth turned upward 45 degree, her eyes almost painfully forcibly crinkled).