Lady Aleister

Allan smiled a little bit from Michael's words of support. He would figure out why he was taken for this job. It would take time and it would not be easy, but he would adapt. "Are all creatures here as complicated as vampires?" He laughed lightly, a true laugh at a rhetorical question. Michael was not going to let anybody harm him, but Allan still needed to be cautious. Michael could want Allan to himself without him even knowing. He was going to have to be on constant alert from now on. "Would we be working in the sunlight if if causes your skin to...well go all crazy? Wouldn't Evington think about that and put us on night watch or something?" That was a good question, but crime happens at any time and it really didn't matter what time of day it was, if there was a mission sent out it had to be done immediately. "I'm not really feeling up to eating anything...if you were in my spot then you'd understand." Allan sighed, not temped by the food other people had around him, he took a seat.

It was probably not the best idea to tell Allan that at this time, but he would have figured it out soon enough. His anger turned straight into fear. He had every reason to believe what Michael was saying because he had already displayed it to him. Looking down at the people training showed what Michael said was true. Allan swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. He was looking like a wimp. He needed to calm down. Trying to breathe some, he looked over to Michael. "A vampire." He laughed a nervous laugh. "I'm not the only human here, am I? That's why Evington was going on about me dying. Training is probably brutal and I'm sure missions are impossible." Allan pushed his bangs put of his face, closing his eyes and sighing hard. "Why was I chose for this job? I was just a college student with some good grades and a sports background on me. I'm nobody special, I just had an interest in crime." Allan opened his eyes and looked directly at Michael. "I don't know what I've gotten into, I barely know you, I don't know why I am here, and I don't know what to even think right now. I'm a little too nauseated to even eat right now but I must say one thing to you, you blood sucking tutor, I will be the best human student you've ever had, and I will try to outdo you the best I can. I will push myself and I since I see things are out of my control, I am going to work hard enough to be a person in power. You better be a damn good partner because to I've just gotten stuck with maybe the hardest person in the world to work with." Allan tried to make himself look taller during this speech, trying to gain confidence even in his fright, confusion, and anger. He had a plan now, and he was going to stick with it. He began to walk towards where he thought the dining commons was, not looking towards Michael. "What are a vampires weaknesses."

"Kn--Know my scent?!" Allan was shocked a little, confused and annoyed that he was placed with this man. Allan listened to Michael without saying a word, cramming as much information into his head as possible. It was like college. Even though it wasn't, and Allan had been dragged out of his education for this job. Allan handed Michael his phone thoughtlessly, thinking he'd just put it away somewhere, but no. He crushed it. In his hands. Completly crushed it with no struggle at all. "What the f***!?" Allan tried not to scream out this profanity, holding his shattered phone in his hands. "Just who the hell do you think you are. You kiss my hand, you say you 'know my scent', and you just shatter my phone like that?!" he met eyes with Michael, brown into silver. "I know there is something wrong with almost everyone here, and I would like to know." Allan tried not to make a scene, but he did so without noticing. Several people stopped and looked towards Allan and Michael, some amused this little human boy was yelling at Michael, who was much more powerful than him.

Allan tensed, spiked, quickly taking his hand away from Michael and hiding it behind his back, brushing off that kiss on his shirt. "Allan Othello...nice to meet you. Though I hate to alarm you, this isn't the 19th century." Allan's tongue was sharp, Evington whistling at his bold tongue. "Yes Mr. Cassio, this boy will need a tutor, and since I trust you, and since the past couple of newbies have died on us, I hope you won't let this one. He seemed promising according to several sources. You will instruct him, show him around this building, and be his partner in missions. You will also explain to him a little bit more about this cause of ours and if he knows too much and tries to bail, he's yours to take care of. If he is killed by your side, he is yours to take care of as well." Evington slapped Michael on the back, smiling as Allan handing Evington the paperwork. "If you have any problems, please report them to me or Michael here." Evington smiled once more, handing Allan a pair of keys, and a small, old phone. "Throw away your other phone. Those keys are to your room. Floors two through four are where the quarters are for workers. This building is also located underground. That is where you will train. You will start training tomorrow with the Warden. That will be located in the Basement floor one. Meals are held in Basement floor two. You will be updated on things via that phone. All of our agents should report to basement floor one at 6:30 am sharp." Evington instructed, and turned nodded to Michael, patting Allan's head. "Good luck little boy." He smiled and showed Allan out. Allan sighed heavily as Evington closed the door. Throw his phone away? Say in this building? Be downstairs at 6:30 sharp? Training? Why oh why did he fill out that damn application.

The first day on the job is often the most stressful one. Especially if you did not really want that job and was forced into it. Especially when you don't know what lies behind the doors. Getting to the M&M headquarters was a trip in itself, and Allan Othello was sent an email this morning with bleak instructions, only to show his identity upon entry to the headquarters, and to approach the front desk, and ask for Director Evington. That seemed simple enough, but not simple when your hands are shaking and you have a lump in your throat. Upon entering, Allan was immediately stopped by two large, threatening security guards. They were tall in size, and in muscle, Allan probably looked like a kid to them. "Identification." one of them bellowed out. This was not standard procedure for everybody who entered. Known agents were allowed to slip right in. "Ah...yes sir." Allan struggled to pull out his wallet, handing his identification to the guard. "You're the new kid Evington was so excited about?!" the guard laughed, it could have shaken the ground when the second guard joined in on the laughter. "Let's just hope you don't die on your first day. Ask someone at the front desk and they can direct you to Evington." the second guard instructed as he was giving back his identification, Allan nodding and walking to the front desk slowly. If he had a tail it would be between his legs right now he was so terrified. "Excuse me...Director Evington wanted to see me. I am Allan Othello." He flashed his identification. "Excellent, I will call the director and let you know he is on his way. He on the 12th floor, last room to your right." a kind woman gave him instructions at the front desk, and Allan nodded his head to her, walking towards the elevator. Upon pressing the up button, the elevator opened, two dwarfs walking out, a girl with sharp ears and a defined face skipping away, and a particularly pale man who did not exit. Allan quietly walked in, hit twelve, and the other man did not move. They sat quietly in the elevator, a few more strange people entering and exiting, and the pale man not leaving. Allan exit at the 12th floor, and quickly walked down the hall, to the farthest right door, and knocked with confidence. "Allan Othello!" he heard his name right as he was swept up and hugged by a strong man who almost squished him. "Director Evington?" Allan barely managed to get out before he was put back down. "That's just Evington to you. I do not want to alarm you, and I am sorry that we had to be so secretive in our communication, but now that you are here, you can get some knowledge, after I sign you up with your trainer...who should be getting here soon." Evington shook Allan's hand, peeking down the hall for one of his most trusted employees, Michael Cassio. "Even if you hate this job now Othello, you just wait...if you don't die on the first day." Evington slapped the boys back and laughed hard, handing him some papers to fill out at the desk while he wait for Michael.

Location- Mostro City Time- XX/XX/2018 TO: YOU I know a governmental secret. If anyone were to find out that I told you, I would be killed. Well, honestly I don’t give a damn if they find out, it’s about time someone knew. The supernatural are very much real. They are around us, and they are trouble makes. Sadly...they are my coworkers. I work for M&M, located in Mostro City. No, not the candy. It stands for Monster and Men. It’s just called M&M to confuse people. It’s comprised of vampires, witches, werewolves, let's just say too many supernatural and a little too many humans for me to deal with. What is our job? Putting people to justice. How do we do it? That’s easier said than done...especially when it’s your first day on your job, and you’ve been swept off your feet and thrown into a job like this. Let’s just hope I can keep up with these supernatural freaks. Sincerely, Othello _________________________________________________________________________________ Character Sheet- Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Personality (Optional) : Biography (If you want) : Weapon of Choice: Species: Member of M&M?: Position in M&M: Theme (If you feel up to it) : Anything else people should know: ____________________________________________________________________________ Character Sheet- Name: Allan Othello Age: 20 yrs. Gender: Male (WOW LOOK A BOY) Appearance: Personality (Optional) : Will develop within roleplay. Biography (If you want) : Allan Othello is the eldest of his family, and has two younger sisters. He has lived a rather non-eventful life, played soccer when he could, and excelled in academics. Allan has wanted to pursue criminal justice for a while, and things did not start working out for him in that field until he started college. Upon filling out a job application to a company called M&M, not giving much thought to the application (which was not very descriptive about the job itself), he was hired, enrolled out of college, taken from his family, and thrown into the M&M headquarters...without his full consent. Weapon of Choice: Pistol Species: Human Member of M&M: Sadly/Not Sadly Position in M&M: Detective, newby Theme (If you feel up to it) : Anything else people should know: - Precious Cinnamon Roll that has a center of flaming hot sauce.

Seeing one of my japanese friends for the last time tomorrow ;-; I will see her again in Japan

Found out my Japanese friends will be leaving America on the 14th ;;-;; ;;-;;

Haha! I recently got a job too! Sweet!

Back from my first day on the job-- it was fun and okay. I just hurt right now and am sleepy.

THANkSGiVINg BrEAK

Started my first real job today-- it's going to be really fun

I was going to reply to this sooner but didn't-- I am very interested in this! I love video-game story lines

Aya sucked in her breath. She had been caught. The total opposite of what her journal had told her to do. She wasn't supposed to get caught. What was she going to do. "I'm terribly sorry!" she couldn't really think of anything else to say. "I've been following you but it was not of my own accord!" Aya even went to the length of admitting it. Was this a mistake? Probably. Veran stopped with Fennel, his eyes turning to the officer, keeping himself silent. (Sorry I just got back from college and I'm kinda exhausted)

My Japanese friends at my college are so sweet

"Aya's family is extremely close...for the most part. Her father works am incredibly difficult job I do not know of, and her uncle does some sketchy business, but I know Aya and her parents are extremely close." Veran responded to Fennel's statement, walking alongside her into town. "Family trade?" Veran fell silent for a bit. "I am not." That was all he was going to say. Veran wasn't going to talk about his family. His parents burned in a fire that destroyed his household. It was just an accident, but he still blames it on himself for being the only one to make it out. He was panning on being a preacher, but felt called to be a servant for reasons unbeknownst to him, and has had a connection to Aya since he first met her. "Let's check the library for Genesis and Aya. That seems like a common spot..." (And I really can't post anything else because Aya is doing what her journal is telling her to do.)

I'm being worked to death as a stage manager. Had a chapter to read for class but haven't been able to read 20 pages because I have been away from home so much.

"My journal entries always seem indirect..." he said this lowly, a harsh true statement. "Well Miss Fennel, she works with her mother...and she isn't working right now because if she was, she'd be at home. It is extremely unusual for Aya to be anywhere without telling someone..." Veran thought for a bit, pondering what course of action him and Fennel should take. "Since I know of Genesis, and it is your objective to meet with him today, maybe we should stick together and find both Aya and Genesis..." He offered up, waiting for her acceptance of his offer before the two would head out.

Shit Veran does 2K17.

Veran heeded Fennel's words carefully. This woman must have been a journal owner as well. That would make four people, including himself. "I know of a man named Genesis. If you help me find Aya...I am sure she will meet up with you." Veran agreed to help, if this woman was a journal owner, he understood. "Lady Elizabeth, me and this young lady will find Aya for you. Please trust us." Veran bowed his head to Lady Everus. "Oh Veran you know I trust you. Please get her back here safe." she grabbed Veran's hands and wished him luck before exiting back into her household, leaving Veran and Fennel outside. "What's your name....journal owner?" he asked sharply, peeking his journal to the girl.

Aya Follow the black-haired boy and the librarian. Do not be seen. Ignore all chores and work. Aya stared at the following Journal entry. She shut her mouth and thought long and hard. Following people around wasn't the problem. It was the fact she had to ignore all chores and work. She was going to have to sneak out of her house. Thankfully, she had awoken earlier than her mother and father this morning. Aya hesitantly put on her jacket, opening her bedroom door and rushing down the stairs. She quietly opened the door, and ran outside, not letting a soul know where she was going because she honestly did not know. Upon carefully looking around the town, pondering who the heck she should be following, she caught the blur of a black-haired man passing by her, paying no heed. She quickly turned a corner and stayed there for a second until the black haired boy was a little aways from him...and then slowly started to follow the man, and stopping a little aways from where he stopped. Classical sneaking. Careful sneaking. Just barely being able to listen in, she knew whatever conversation the two were having was tense. Veran/Elizabeth Everus Go to the woods after dark. Once you have seen what you've been sent, return home. "...Eh?" Veran kept flipping back and forth the pages, making sure he was reading the correct entry. What has he been sent? The anticipation was going to kill him. Figuratively. Trying to put that thought to the side, Veran crawled through his first stop working, but things changed once he reached the Everus household. First of all, there was someone at the door, whom Elizabeth was talking too. Second of all, Veran could tell something was off already, just could feel it. "Ah! Veran!" Elizabeth waved over to the servant and he approached the lady of the house. Veran walked a little quickly to Elizabeth. "Have you seen Aya, Veran? She has been gone since this morning. Nobody in the manor knows where she is." "She's gone?" this was a generally surprising thing. It was unlike Aya at all to leave without telling someone. It must have been something with her journal. "May we help you, ma'am?" Veran said this in a little bit of a rude tone, worried suddenly at the disappearance of Aya and loosing his calm tone upon seeing this stranger at the Everus door.

Got a job today!!! Start November 16th!

Sorry I've been so dead--just got a job today and I'll be able to post tomorrow or tonight depending on several things. Thanks for putting up with my butt!!

Doo shimashita ka-- "What happened?" I can't pull up the images but I am a translator for this site now and I can help you

I was spooky and stole candy from people. I also went to a party with Japanese Club last night and scared the hell out of some Japanese kids.