Description: New York, New York! The Job Fair for NESuTSu is underway, and it seems it has earned itself a lot of attention. All of it positive (as K' is nowhere to be seen). Many show up, and many are hired! NESuTSu bucks for everyone!
New York, New York. A place of beginning and endings, someplace so nice that they decided against all reason to name it the same thing twice. And here, today, at that fated address, the up and coming business that simply refers to itself as Nesutsu is hiring. Many signs blocks away simply point to the hall that was rented out besides a pizza place and a pawn shop, large in nature but not overly accomidating. A large sign hangs on the building, simply pointing out 'Welcome Fighters!' in large, broad black text.
Nesutsu Enterprises isn't incredibly rich, after all. But beyond the wide doors that hang open with two men on either side simply awaiting by them, security guards by nature, hired earlier no doubt. A woven carpet leads one inside towards the main hall, a simple, large room lined from one end to the other with tables and signs depicting which position the fighters are most interested in. Besides the simple tables, mats have been layed down for protection, as well as fire extinguishers and an ambulence, just incase anything unexpected occurs.
The hall goes up at least fourty feet, if not more, with the company's logo emblazoned upon multiple banners hung up around the hall. Pamplets and other sorts of information are readily available when you first enter.
On the table asside, multiple goods can be found, including different types of food, drink, and even donuts if one so desired them. But no one comes here for the free food, do they?
The entire procession is underway, with the regular hustle and bustle of up and coming fighters that march about, almost as if a flash back from High School.
There is, at the immidate time, no mention of where the leader of said business is, or if he would be coming at all. However, the many men and women that are behind the many tables are happy, up beat, and always smiling, their outfits consisting of a mix of regular business attire, guard uniform, and the simple 'I fight for a living - whatever I want' style, one very prominent about the business.
At first glance, it looks entirely legitimate.
Job fairs.
Free stuff from companies, but usually silly free stuff. A lot of mints and pencils and sometimes candy. Naerose was so there. She didn't look like a fighter, some would argue that she looked like a freak, but she didn't think so. Clearly. She wore a smile that seemed to shout, "I am so cool!"
Naerose arrives at the job fair in time to look around. It was time to go to booths, time to raid the free stuff, maybe even fill out an application. Yes yes yes yes, she'll do that.
Chibi Naerose Application Theatre <3
Name (first, Last): Naerose
Age: Lol! *the rest of the line are filled in with little hearts*.
Back to reality, which is probably almost as bad as what is in her head.. Naerose invites herself to the fair and into the fair. She's not in high school, in her mid twenties, but that doesn't stop her. Nothing could stop her! Save for a large burly security guard.
With Summer in the full horizon that certainly leaves most of the student-type populus pretty.. Well.. Free of time! Some attend summer camp, others go out of the country for a vacation, some go to summer school. And if you're Himeko Kashiwagi, you're out to pursue a career. Taiyo's smallest reporter is on the scene after having read the add and found this to be a pretty good scoop! And who knows, maybe she'll find a job on top of it!
Himeko arrives to the scene clad in black dress pants and a white dress shirt with a tan sweatervest over it. But most important is her armband stating 'Taiyo Press' on her right arm. That shows she's the real deal!
Upon entering, not seeing the 'big boss' of it all doesn't bother her very much, in fact in no time she's picking up and looking through various pamphlets and ocassionally having to push her glasses back up when they slide down the bridge of her nose. It's very possible she's checking for grammatical errors.
For the most part, this simple hiring session is something that isn't to be ignored. Whether it is because of something else going on or what, could happen, for that matter, no one knows.
For one individual, it really doesn't matter. One would assume that the little boy wandering up into the building is a boy lost who is looking for his 'big brother' or 'big sister'. Others would assume that he's looking for his parents.
It is just the matter of seeing what a job fair is like. Oh, and food. Food sounds good. Looking like a mere orphan, the one-eyed young boy is walking in, gazing around the facility. He looks quite impressed, as he is gazing about in awe. At the same time, he feels so lost. The thirteen year old youth nearly bumps into a few folks, yelping, "Sorry!" as he passes by each person.
When your boss takes an extended leave, sometimes you tend to flutter. Especially when the job fair for an equally .. interesting group decides to have a job fair. Why, you can hardly contain yourself! That, and really, rice and pork just don't fill up a woman like they used to.
Following the woven carpet and over to the tables, Mary plucks a pamphlet, reading over it while she walks forwards, an umbrella closed at her side.. but she doesn't help herself to any of the food. Heavens no. Not yet! Her figure is something she's worried about, even if she's far from getting bloated. She needs to find herself a nice husband still! That Hayato was a hunk, too.
% Looking back and around, Mary catches sight of Himeko, but .. well, a school reporter.. she feels sorry for such a person.
Mainly because they're just so frail, and must be so scared of the surroundings of warriors!
If only she knew .. of the Hurricane! But she doesn't. Looking at the Thirteen year old, Mary shakes her head either, her rather puffy dress white like normal .. and her skin manages to be even more pale than that, eyes pupil-less.. or so it seems.
Large burly security guards are nowhere to be seen, save for the front door and the security guard booth. And even soon, not everything is young and maliable. Others are older and maliable, like clay aged just enough to make brick. There is indeed candy, food, pencils and even erasers. Mints are right near the drink table.
One of the attendents behind the table seems to watch Naerose. She is infamous, making her rounds as 'real magic'. Magic may be important. A few designated pay attention to Naerose, most likely attempting to bribe her with free stuff to bring her hither. Like the first test is donuts. With filling.
Himeko is greeted as she looks towards the pamphlets, the man behind the table sitting comfortable and with a smile. "I see you worked at a press! Well, you came to the right place. We need a reporter drastically." The man exclaims in an upbeat way. But he fails to say for what. The hustle and bustle continue yet still. "We're starting a magazine."
Even a small child appears in the mix. Unsuprisingly, many aren't entirely interested in servicing to a boy that cannot be any help to them, but there are a few that still are not entirely tainted, or simply hired to give out to recruit and hire. But, a call goes out to inform a man about knowns. A simple button. A door from the back opens, and a man in long, flowing robes is visible for second before disappearing behind a screen.
Other attendents simply deal with the many men and women that are here, leaving Mary, for now, to feast her pupil-less eyes upon a pamplhet. NESTS spies have always kept tabs on other rival gene splicers. And the G-Project is something not entirely unknown to them. They watch for now. From the many fights she has been in, they can only wait and see if it is a trick, a plot, or perhaps, something more.
The main business man is not yet here, but upon the front, there is a stage for when he does appear. In due time, of course.
New York City is SO cool. The busy streets, the taxis, the buildings, the cursing. It's all very exciting for a teenage boy from Japan. It's so very... American! Walking into the Job Fair building dressed in a New York Titans National League Lacrosse jersey (Not the San Jose Stealth [ninjas rule!], his favorite NLL team, but you have to give props to the home team) and a Mets baseball cap (Yankees suck!), Ichiro Oe dusts off his new Calvin Klein jeans (just bought at the New York headquarters store) and balancing his trusty lacrosse stick on his shoulder (brought that from home), Ichiro Oe, captain of the Taiyo High lacrosse team surveys the room with his trademark grin.
Yeah, his mom suggested that he look for an after school job (it builds character you know), but this probably wasn't really what she had in mind. It's not like he had to struggle to get here, halfway across the globe, at least; it was as simple as hopping on his Dad's company jet and watching a couple of movies on the flight over. Still, it's pretty exciting to be a single 17 year old guy in the Big Apple.
Who would pay attention to 'Rose? Who cares? Donuts are for the win. The witch is totally lured over and asks "Can I have one?" And she takes as many as she can get in the process of asking if she can take one, or every one in the box, literally, not waiting for a reply, the question, maybe at best, seems intended to distract the people with the donuts from closing the box on her fingers before she can get. There are booths? She already has mints but she's totally like:
"Hey thangnhs" The latter part of the word distorted by donut in the mouth.
Now she feels obligated to listen to what it is that they're going to say. So the witch parks there, where the donuts are, gives the best winning smile she can that, if you could see her eyes behind her shades you might wonder if she was napping on her feet.
Himeko was going to start things off by interviewing some of the people who had decided to show up.. Needless to say seeing so many interesting tables about had diverted her plans a bit, she was probably quite into whatever she was doing if her sudden yelp when the man starts talking to her says anything. Hiding the lower half of her face with the pamphlet, the student gives a small nod, "O- Oh, well I um.. I don't have any professional work in my resume.." the girl says a bit meekly.
"But.. A magazine you say?" That's interesting, she wonders if it's competition for New Challenger. "Well, ah.. What are the qualifications? .. I'm not good with bugs, by the way."
For the most part, the Big Apple -was- huge. It was... something to explore. But the building itself, it is not too strange that the men and women would not actually attend to the boy to even ask him anything.
However, the boy is not too distraught! Curiosity gets the best of him and he wanders over towards one of the booths. He's standing up to look at the fliers, then he looks up at one of the representatives. Random one. Nothing in particular. He beams, "What is this and what do you do?" He looks up, just to get a good look at the individual that he's chatting to.
Just reading the pamphlet, Mary doesn't seem to do quite much, looking around at the entirety of the job fair. Certainly huge, Mary's never seen something like this before. And for right now, Mary is heading across, looking over to Himeko, and moving a bit closer to the young girl, Mary takes her precious time.
But then she stops, noticing Ichiro, and shrugs for the moment.. could he also be interested in such a thing? Oh no he probably doesn't realize it. That's just so sad.. they really have went all out on this, but Mary wasn't actually sent to spy.. not that they'd know .. simply, she's planning on a .. new career path.
Which Naerose may have had a few times, since Naerose's antics catch Mary's attention, staring. "Just like a pig..."
Of course it was! At the same time, what possibly could go wrong half way around the world? Absolutely nothing, that's what! You sign up for that and you'll be living the good life for the rest of your life! Well, less good than what you are already living. It's entirely expected, of course. Still, as Ichiro enters, he's shwon towards teh back with tourny fighters. Obviously fighting for money is what every up and coming star wants! Right?
Naerose's winning performance earns her a surprised, confused and down right weirded out response from the lady behind the counter. "Uh... hehe. You're that witch... right? I... I think I've heard things about you. Can you fly?" She asks curiously, a women in about her fourties. Of course, Naerose might be sleeping with Donuts. Still, the woman has a job to do!
Himeko's given a nod as she begins, "Oh, don't worry. The only bug you'll probably deal with are fighters named after bugs. See, we're starting a magazine about fighters of the world, and we need some one to go around and interview them, get their back story, and then take a picture of them. That's all!" The man exclaims, "And then you give it to us. And we do the magic from there."
Sanel is given a nice look from a young lady, a smile. "Haha... well, you see. We do security around here. Just, you know, make sure everyone is safe and nothing bad is happening. You get to be nice and strong, and even are given free food sometimes." The women smiles. No not donuts even though she's a cop how dare you think that!
Once more the same man appears for a flash, heading this time towards the front. No broadcast is given, but a few tennents begin to adjust the stage. For, right now, Igniz is getting ready.
Mary, however, is still watched. She has not done anything terrible at all, but there is always the possibility that allures them. Simply put, a nearby booth keeps their eyes on her. She looked rather... different. But, you know, promissing. Perhaps that is why they have not approached her yet.
Himeko blinks. Well, that really is just straightforward and to the point isn't it; not a very difficult job at all and.. Well, something she's always wanted to do! Timid as she might seem, she has a pretty big interest in the fighting circuit.. Though duh, otherwise she wouldn't be here, right?
Pamphlet lowered from her face, the student smiles a bit. "Wow, I- I could do that! I'd really be interested in being part of a project like that. But how does something like that pay? By the amount of words in article?"
"Security? Ow! Guardians and all!" The boy beams, "I want to be one of those!" Sanel smiles, "Protect my friends and everything!" The boy blinks a few times, then he shifts his eyes towards the food. Then, the boy gives a bow, "Thank you, bye bye!" He turns his attention towards the food.
Sanel, for the most part, is picking a few fingerfoods along with some juice and so on. He is approaching the next segment of the stand... And, unfortunately, the boy loses his balance and he urks, nearly letting the juice fly off and...
Well, Mary is in the path of the juice flying.
"...Sorrysorrysorry!" The visible eye widens in surprise.
"Huh?" Naerose says and forgets the donuts. She remembers her broom, looks for napkins and wipes up her hands on one she seems to have brought with her. She clutches her broomstick to her chest and gives a tiny nod before giving a little more of a confused.
"I .. yes... Hey what kind of job fair is this? Cause I'm so totally not going to do a kiki's delivery service thing.." The witch states and then looks around a moment, noticing some of the other people, other boots and looking almost uncomfortable. How often does this sort of thing happen?
" I mean.. I have my limits." Which was an understatment, the witch had some REAL limitations. Still that question made her uncomfortable for a moment, even when she tried to play it off with a smile and ,
"Hahahahha, of course I can fly!"
Twirling his crosse as he attempts to take in all of the sights of the job fair, Ichiro begins to make his way towards one of the booths touting the 'Fun and Exciting Career Opportunities!' that seem to be aplenty here at Nesutsu Enterprises. Just as he is about to reach for a brochure, a flash of white catches his eye. "Wha-?" he exclaims as he recognizes Mary off in the crowd. It's that weird (but strangely attractive) looking southern lady that was hitting on him (or so he thinks) a few days ago! She told him that they'd meet again in a few weeks (a date perhaps?!), but there probably wouldn't be any harm in him going up to talk to her. It's not like he's going to hit on her, I mean, she's barely younger than his mom! But still, she's kind of pretty in that weird, albino way... you know the way.
Just as he turns to approach the older woman, a hand grabs Ichiro's arm gently, causing him to stop in his tracks. "What, you want me to go towards the back with the other tournament fighters?" he asks as the woman explains why she stopped him. "But.. I was just going to go say hi to my... wait, I can get PAID to fight?! Really? You're joking... alright, I'll go check it out, thanks!" Ichiro replies with a grateful bow before hurrying off to the back of the room, Mary temporarily forgotten (something she is probably thankful for.)
Being 'watched', doesn't bother Mary. Really, it's not something she cares about .. and honestly, they'll sure be surprised when she admits she would like to work for someone who's .. around more, as it were, even as G-Project did .. so much! It's just too bad if they don't want to actually use her.
She owed them so much too!
But the dog is out of the yard and the chain is gnawed off, and Mary is currently noticed by Ichiro, whom she notices as well but .. then there's juice. On her rather stainless .. or well, used to be stainless, dress. Looking down, then towards Sanel slightly angrily, Mary blinks. "Darlin' .. darlin' .. you really need to watch what you're doin'." She shakes her head, before walking over, kneeling. "Little naughty boys don't really get their toys, do you understand?" She asks, before patting him on the head once.
Why would she be angry .. the poor thing .. is NORMAL! .. At least he seems to be.. just .. she feels for him. Doomed, doomed!
They're paid on effeciency! Which is rather amazing upon how that simply happens. If only because they can move money if they hire more people, many of these employees will draw in with promises. Many of them real, some of them fake. However, the company is truely looking for a reporter for the magazine, perhaps to counter the popular NEW CHALLENGER magazine. "We appraise the picture and the article, and if it is to our liking we pay you accordingly, but you may also choose to pay per word, if you would like." The man exclaims. Depending on either, she could make a lot! "Think of it as being like Spiderman!" The man chuckles.
The security guard waves to Sanel as he runs off, moving towards the food. She thinks the boy was rather cute. "Keep working and you can be one too!"
"Kiki's delivery thing? Oh, that one by Miyazaki... I thought that was cute." The women declares with a slight giggle, "But, I'm sure you can do more than just that. Have you ever thought about putting that talent to use?" The woman asks. "Oh, and this is a job fair for fighters and fighting associates. We're hiring up and coming fighters!" The woman exclaims once more. Still, that broomstick looks rather assure of itself.
As Ichiro is sent, he's met by a representative. A nice man in a tuxedo, seeming to be Asian. "Ah, yes. Sir. Would you like to fight about the world, being covered in our new magazine, and be paid to fight even some of the greats?" The man asks. Like Ryu, Ken, Kyo... Suicide somewhat, but still, to be paid to do your best is impressive, is it not?
The front stage is beginning to take shape, many of the attendents there are now gone.
"Put it to use delivery bread across a picturesque sea side city with a nostalgic ancient feel unlike anything found anywhere in the world today?" Asks the witch, hardly noticing what else is going on, "Or like I dunno, specialty training you can't get anywhere elsee? What do you hire? What do you pay?" Asks the witch, sounding like she might actually be curious about all of this. She adjusts her shades, looks around and realizes that nothing this fair has so far seems to tell her anything. She is confused at best. While looking around she notices other people though.
Mary. Does she have an umbrella? Cool. Himeko. Doesn't she know her? The witch scratches her head. She doesn't know the other people who came.
"Actually I'm not a fighter, I'm a witch."
In one way, the by is quite normal. There is no sort of energy radiating from him. No sense of chi or the energy that is beyond chi itself. No, this young boy is quite normal for the most part.
As Mary scolds him, the head lowers a bit, nodding a bit, "I'm sorry." He lifts his head up, the one yellow eye glancing towards her, "It won't happen again! I promise! I'll be more careful!" The youth is given the pat on the head, and Sanel smiles once more. He looks around, once more, then he looks back at Mary, "...What goes on in this 'Job Fair'? Is it ----hrm...?: He looks over towards the front stage, "..What is going on?"
Shifting a tad uncomfortably as he's greeted by the man in the tux who is apparently some kind of Asian, young Oe isn't really sure what to do with the lacrosse stick in his hands for what seems like the first time in his life. "Uhh... you don't need to call me sir, my name is Ichiro, umm... sir." Bowing politely to the older man, Ichiro seems to relax a little once the introductions are out of the way. "Well, that sounds really exciting sir, I mean, getting paid to fight all around the world and being featured in your magazine! I wasn't really expecting something like this, but it sounds good to me... So what would I have to do, wear a Nesutsu shirt when I fight, or a hat or something? WAIT, CAN I BE IN A TELEVISION COMERCIAL?!?! Holding up an energy drink or something?!?! THAT WOULD BE SO AWESOME!" the teen suddenly gushes, beginning to get caught up in the sponsorship hype.
Looking to Naerose, Mary shrugs about the witch. She's not too important.. for now. She's certain she might meet the witch some day.. some way!
Right now, there's Sanel there, the young boy who has totally ruined it all. IT ALL. But she doesn't care so much. Much worse has stained this dress, and has been bleached away. But Sanel seems to glance to her, and go on. And go on. "Ya'll better, darlin'. I'm not gonna hurt ya or anythin', or bother you .. but you really gotta be warned .. one day I might not be so happy, and .. I have my ideas, darlin'.. but I ain't about to spill the beans. Why, that'd plumb ruin the surprise!"
She laughs a bit to herself, as she looks towards the stage. What?
"Fight Ken .. hah .. That guy would be torn apart.. Had it happen to me, too."
Like Spiderman? Himeko chuckles in return, though hers is perhaps more forced and slightly nervous; oh ho hooooo how close to reality that was this man will never ever ever know! Though at least she won't be doing any stories about herself!
After that slightly uncomfortable moment, Himeko then shakes her head, "O- Oh no, I wasn't.. I mean my intent wasn't.. I was just curious.. But that aside, I'd really be interested in taking a job like that. Um.." Himeko slips off her backpack, rummaging through it for her notepad and once that's withdraw proceeds to scribble down like crazy. "I guess, then, I should show you my portfolio or some of my journal works or anything? Who do I keep in contact with?"
The women is quickly at her whits ends while dealing with Naerose. It's something she wasn't briefed about. Many people cannot deal with the ongoing words that flow out of her mouth, even if the few that do get it are enlightened. "Uh... umm..." The women exclaims "So you are a witch!" She states at the end, "Well, since you're in bodly harm, well, about twenty five starting pay?" She states. And then she states she isn't a fighter, but a witch. And then the woman just blinks.
The Asian man smiles with a nod, "Many things can be possible with Nesutsu. I think they can easily give you a deal with such things, and all you have to do is wear a shirt or a hat, as you said." The man exclaims slowly but simply, "If you show that you're trustworthy, more deals of importance will come. Such as that comercial you speak of." The man announces. And, this is true. You can't simply join and then be expected to be trusted. But yes, fame will come in one way or another.
The front stage instantly becomes devoid of life. No one is on it anymore, the attendents gone to doing what they must. Instead, it seems ready forever had held it to take the stage. A man in a rather soft tone, with long locks of hair and a solid white suit takes the stage. He's also wearing a nice white hate. It doesn't look very well, but it, however, does him justice.
The attendent dealing with Himeko smiles and laughs along, "No, it's fine! And that's wonderful news!" He exclaims, watching her scribble. Upon asking who should she keep contact with, he simply points to the stage. "Him."
The man smiles upon stage, his face nearly impossible to see due to his hair, and hat which is poised forward, "Hello, and welcome to my job fair! I'm glad you all came today. It means a lot to see so many interested in fighting still." The man exclaims, "I hope that many of you find what you are looking for here, for I've tried to make them both fun, exciting, and profitable!" He smiles, as always. It feels eerily similiar to another.
Naerose was in her element, the person trying to talk to her was off and unable to keep up with her and she was making no sense. A marriage of whatever non-sense gave this witch power. It was why she had ended up with such powerful orgnizations in the past.. Well mildly powerful anyway. They saw the value in her seemingly mindless stumbling through life. In this particular case, she seemed to be after something.
"Well, how bout this, I mean this would be cool right? An agreement, I mean if you advanced me while I considered things and I would move onto another booth, that's what twenty five bucks an hour, lets just round up to the whole twenty five then kay?"
The Player of Naerose isn't sure it is okay for the witch to get paid more. . . Then again, Blackjack paid well.
She holds out her hand, leaning on her broom with a totally winning smile. Somehow there was logic clicking in her head that worked, fit like a puzzle, that to the rest of the world might be trying to piece together soggy toilet paper.
There is a small frown at the secrecy that Mary is keeping. This does nothing to sate the boy's curiosity. Instead, he figures that he is going to the heart of the matter. At least, until a man reveals himself on the stage. He blinks several times, then he sprints past Mary. With her no longer catching his attention, the man instead being the center of his focus.
Sprinting past the few of the people, the boy is heading towards the stage to see the man who is hosting the entire fair. As the man keeps his award winning smile, Sanel leans up and he waves, "Hiiii! Nice man Igniz!"
Totally innocent.
As the little boy gets moving, Mary waves to him, and aha.. THAT is Igniz. Why, he looks rather regal!
%t Look her boss wore a THONG, Igniz could be a giant Gorilla and STILL be more regal. A painful truth. But leaning against a booth, Mary pays close attention to the stage. Oh. A job fair. Of course. She's clearly interested in signing up .. they really just need to present her with a contract, or at least, give her the option too.
But she has patience!.
Now grinning from ear to ear, Ichiro's earlier uneasiness seems totally forgotten. "Oh, yeah, I see what you mean. Gotta learn to pass before you can learn to score," he replies with a knowing nod. "I'm definitely interested in representing Nesutsu. So are there some papers that I need to sign or something? Do I get the t-shirt now or do you guys send me a bunch of stuff to wear? Do I get to take a tour of the corporate offices or anything? I'm sure you guys will find that I'm very trustworthy, in fact, most people would probably say that I'm loyal to a fault," Ichiro confides with a shrug.
Ichiro's line of questioning is suddenly interrupted by the action at the main stage. "Hey, who is that, is he the CEO or whatever? What was his name? Ignatius? That was it, wasn't it?" Frowning slightly as the young boy runs up to the stage and calls the man Igniz, Ichiro turns back to the maybe Asian man with a questioning look on his face. "That kid just called him Igniz. He must be confused or something."
Himeko turns her head when directed, glasses slipping a bit from her nose which she quickly pushes back up. And she suddenly starts scribbling in her notepad again the moment the white-hatted man starts to talking. This is all pretty new to her, see, so it's very important that she takes down as many details as she can for future reference!
There is a very very very feint sense of familiarity that comes from the mans smile, but it's quickly dismissed; really, anyones smile should result in that feeling, right? So instead she offers a, "Thank you!" in response to his hopes.
There's a pause from her, and getting a feeling that perhaps she was the only person to have said that, her face turns bright red as she looks off to the side.
The woman dealing with Naerose can only be expressed as if she had enetered sleep, had a dream, a horrible night mare, woke up and it was real. The babbling of Naerose seems to simply power into her concious and leave her speechless. Over and over and over again, the woman simply listens, breathes, and sits until Naerose simply leans over. "Y-yes.... yes of course. Yes twenty five more than twenty five. Yes fifty yes. Yes. Yes." The woman blinks. She might be broken.
Or she might be Candy. Both right now need repair.
And then Sanel busts Igniz as he stands on stage. The god of NESTS makes no hasty movements instead of a simple laugh. "Child, you must have me confused for someone else! My name is Ignatuius." The man smiles with a bow. Obviously this cannot be Igniz. Just cannot be!
Even as he stands, and looks towards Mary who hasn't done anything at all. No spying, no moving. He simply snaps his fingers and points to Mary. "Hire her." He announces, even from on stage. "We've payed close attention to your latest fights. I have to say, Mary, that you're what we are looking for. And you, Ichiro, as well." He states with a smile, even as Ichiro is presented with an application, as with Mary.
"Well, Ichiro, we only need your signature. And you may, but we have a single requirement that I'm sure you would easily accept." Ignatius announces. The Asian man nods to Ichiro, "He must be. But boys will be boys!"
And another application appears infront of Himeko, almost if by magic. Given simply to her for photographer/author. A rather nice job to say. Her thank you even recieves a, "You are welcome!" From Ignatius. She may be as red as a beet. All of it is normal, but the pay seems to incredible for each and all. Obvious the man is not cheap.
And Naerose's application sort of pops out of the collar of the woman that she is talking to, her head finally striking the desk as she faints, knocked out cold. Well, mostly. She's probably having Naerose indused Nightmares. NiN.
Naerose assumes it's money. She's greatly disapointed when she finds out instead it's a mad lib. Well whatever, she has fun with it, she fills in all the fields but the answers are not at all what you would expect, not to mention she doesn't turn it it! She is holding onto it, gets a chuckle out of what she writes down adn then rolls it up. Sticks it in her hat and looks like she's about to go to the mints on her way out. She doesn't seem to realize what's going on? Or maybe she does.. She trades the application for the mints.. in the end.
THere is a touch of disappointment when the man introduces himself as Ignatuius. The yellow eyed youth lowers his head, "..O--oh..." His head droops a little, then he murmurs, "Sorry..." The boy, nevertheless, feels quite out of place in this market. Instead, he just looks at all of the other people that are getting hired. For the most part, that one eye peers at the people.
"Wow." It is rather extraordinry how a lot of folks are getting hired! So many possibility for folks! This, however, leaves Sanel to keep his head holding onto the celery, eating it. Big-sis Ingrid always told him to eat his vegetables.
Aww well that's sweet! The 'you're welcome' is appreciated even if Himeko doesn't outright say it. Two names are scribbled down however: Mary, whom she'd never met before and actually isn't very familiar with at all. And Ichiro, well Himeko isn't much of a jock but she's kept up on him if only to spoof him in the past!
Also important is the application, which she accepts and looks over once, twice.. This is a hundred times easier than a paper test, much to her relief! But most shocking of all would indeed be the pay. Having never been at a job fair before, however, she can't really find something like this very unusual! "... Wow."
Though as she starts writing on it, she does find herself unable to help but nose in on Ignatius' affairs. Just, you know, do so from as great a distance as possible. It's about then she notices Sanel as well regarding him with a look of suprise. Talk about starting young!
As Ignatius claims he is not Igniz, it's still noted that she's been fighting .. and been noticed a few ways. Her non-movement is a testament to her lack of spying. A spy would probably be scoping out the area. and she's just .. standing there mostly. "Eh? Ya'll take me like that? Well I do declare I WAS getting a little tired of sitting around the house!" She decrees, looking onto the application.
"After all, after all that work ya'll think they'd be happy .. but here I am.." She 'laments'. "Oh, I see you have an other section.." She notes on the application, and really, she signs it here, and there, and here.
And then for 'Where were you employed before' She writes, Project, G. Reasons for job termination? -> Mutiny/Jumping Ship/Other employer.
That should .. really.. give a little idea, after all.
She'll hand hers off, as well. After she's done.
Yup, looks like the kid was confused after all. It's an easy mistake though, Igniz, Ignatius, neither are very common names. "Hey, they're hiring Mary!" Ichiro remarks to himself as the pale woman is pointed out in the crowd. Oh, and now Ignatius is singling him out as well. It seems that they're going to be coworkers, how cool is that? "Thank you for this opportunity Mr. Ignatius, I will not disappoint," Ichiro replies with a polite bow.
Turning to take the offered pen and application from the Asian man, Ichiro gives the paper a quick scan and sets the pen to the dotted line. "Looks official enough," he murmurs. He should probably have his father look this over first, but Nestusu is obviously a very prestigious and generous company, it's not like there would be any illicit shenanigans going on here. This is just some sort of job application, probably not legally binding at all. Besides, his parents were the ones pressuring him to get a job so he could get a feel for what it is like to work in the real work instead of just having everything handed to him, so BASICLY this was their idea. Yeah, that sounds about right.
"I wonder what that single requirement was that Mr. Ignatius was talking about..." Ichiro wonders aloud as he signs his name with a flourish. "Probably just need my drivers license information or a photocopy of my passport or something..." he answers himself as he hands the paper back to Mr. Asianman. "There you go, thank you for your help sir."
Naerose steals the mints, after all, an application is worth a bunch of mints, isn't it? And even if she filled it out wrong, she may want to watch out for Igniz. For, once you even put down an answer, even if sex is No, Race is Fish, and last known job is Blackjack, they're still coming after you. Perhaps. Magic, however, is important.
Himeko is given what she wanted. She will get a lot of money for her work, and probably a nice job. It will be her first job, and she'll probably never find a job that is, entirely, paying as much as they will. But for the line of work she has to do, she better be paid well. Well, not really. Unless, of course, she is in the line of fire. Which, to get the good shots, may have to be.
Sanel may be let down now, but Igniz has no idea about his dormant powers. If he could see, he would be hired as 'mascot'. Simply for him to do nothing, and Igniz to watch his powers blossom. Or force them to. It's best that Sanel doesn't show Igniz anything.
Mary is instantly hired. For what reason? Spies. "Yes, many of your fights are entirely well broadcasted miss. I could simply not not hire you!" The man exclaims. Of course, Igniz may hire her for being G-Project material. Secrets he can find out, perhaps even dismiss, are always important.
Mr. Asian man takes the application from Ichiro and nods, "Yes, we do. But you can easily mail them to us. It's not a big deal." The man exclaims. "Here." He states, giving Ichiro a card with the address.
"I do not think you will, Ichiro." Ignatious answers with a smile. "I will be around, but I have important matters to take care of. All of you, I hope to see you again! Enjoy the day and the free food!" He declares as he turns about, still with a smile.
The god of NESTS entirely cannot be angry, annoyed, or disappointed. The ever present smile holds on entirely.
Himeko is not particularly looking forward to 'being in the line of fire' but she's learned (via REAL, FIRST-HAND experience) through working with Ran that it is a must. It is more than a must it is a 'has to be' or it isn't the best shot it could be!
Now it comes to mind that perhaps she should be going over there to introduce herself but.. She.. May go ahead and do that later. Like tomorrow. Or next week. Or even later if need be. The dangers are otherwise the last thing on her mind, she seeming really pleased to fill out the form which she completes and hands back to the gentleman behind the table. "Thank you again for this opportunity, I won't let you down." she promises with a bit of an awkward bow.
As everyone had been given a nice job, the young man watches each and everyone with a puzzled glance. Sanel offers a bright smile, clapping for everyone before he tilts his head to the side. "Congratulations, everyone!" The youth offers a smile once more, then he looks around, deciding to go back to picking up the meal.
...It is a good day to be ignorant of his own untapped potential, right?
Ah, Hired. What a state to be in. Mmmm. Yes, as it's taken, she's smiling brightly. Even WITH the stain. Now she will be able to make something of herself, one might say, in this vast desert of .. something. "Ya'll be happy, I hope, of what I can do fer' you sugar." She claims, heading over and picking up a doughnut. "And ya'll get what you want out of it."
She can also assume he's more interested in what has been done to her, beyond simply what she can do.
Competing sciences are always secretive, but who knows! She gnaws on the doughnut.
Taking the card with a face-wide grin, Ichiro bows enthusiastically to Ignatius, then to Mr. Asian Man, then to Ignatius once more. "Awesome!" he remarks to no one in particular. That Mr. Ignatius is one charismatic guy! "I'll send you all of the required information, then we'll see about that tour I guess!" he says to Mr. Asian Man. "Thank you sir, I guess I'll see you around. I'm going to go get some food I guess, later!" And with that, he was gone...
...to the snack tables!
Igniz departs with the calls of 'We'll do our best!' and 'We won't disappoint!' Excellent. That is just what he wants to hear! Disappointment is a terrible thing, and why are you working if you will not do your best?
Sometimes it's all puzziling. Igniz thinks as he walks off. Ignatious has left, and with it, those who were hired were hired, and others, well, simply weren't. Many had made it. It was almost as if everyone everywhere was hired. Perhaps too many people.
But not everyone can remember who was there. There were simply too many.
The food table would be open, however, for all to feast.
No answer is given by Ignatious as he leaves, simply too busy for the moment.
Mr. Asianman gives a nod to Ichiro, "Indeed! I will see you later. Enjoy yourself!"
And yes, Sanel, today was a great day to be ignorant.
Log created on 16:03:37 07/11/2008 by Igniz, and last modified on 23:06:06 07/17/2008.