A Return

[Corwin]

"We'll both go and give them hell," Seira agrees.

[Anastasia]

Cool, just going to go into Limbo or do you have a place in mind?

[Corwin]

Donald told us to look up Vayley, who is a white slaad! Let's go to the last spot he saw her (?) and take it from there.

[Anastasia]

Did he mention where he saw her?

[Corwin]

It wasn't covered IC, but he did give me various knowledge that wasn't explicit, such as scenes of battle on Magma, and I was able to follow up on those to get Omni.

If this is not possible, I'll plane shift randomly with Amaryl, emulate a divination to give me a direction and distance and greater teleport there.

If thwarted, I will use a Sending to Vayley saying, 'Hello. This is Seira, I have a job offer for you I would like to present in person. Where can we meet?'

[Anastasia]

For the sake of ease here, let's just run with the sending, if you don't mind. Any objection?

[Corwin]

I specified the options because I don't mind! Let's please do it!

Seira uses a Sending to Vayley saying, 'Hello. This is Seira, I have a job offer for you I would like to present in person. Where can we meet?'

[Anastasia]

Oh, I just wanted to make sure you didn't mind skipping right to it is all.

> roll 1d100
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=78 ]{78}

'This is Vayley,' The voice responds, 'I am accepting such an offer. I will tomorrow come yesterday and appear before you. When is good?'

[Corwin]

'Now is best,' Seira sends, deciding to shift herself and Amaryl to the entrance to the Cauldron. Even if Vayley can actually appear before her by crashing through all the wards, she'd rather not see it happen.

[Anastasia]

The white slaad that appears in the Silver Sea is...well...white. A hulking white slaad with sharp eyes - literally, blades dancing within. AS if his eyes have dozens of tiny blades within it, endlessly moving about in there.

Vayley sniffs the air, "I smell dragons, teenage angst and cucumbers. I'm hungry. Your job offer comes with a generous food ration?"

[Corwin]

"We have dragons living here," Seira affirms. "But linear time must be observed during the job interview, which is what this is. We must detail the job for you to choose it freely with foreknowledge of it, and then we must determine your suitability in turn."

[Anastasia]

Vayley agrees with a nod, "Do you mind if I eat during this? I'm starving. Go on and describe the job, it's not every day that a deity offers you one. Chourst only comes by once a week, after all."

[Corwin]

"I'm a real deity," Seira mutters, but doesn't really get upset over the comparison. "The job is about being a combat maid," she finally gets to the main part, ensuring that no one can overhear their conversation should they have senses similar to her own ridiculous ones. "Ostensibly being in charge of the maids our palace, but the main part divides in two. The first is actually functioning as a secretary to keep me up to date on current affairs, threats, my schedule and the like. The second is about serving as a final line of defense were someone to challenge the palace by preventing their entry while keeping the more mundane staff free from harm."

She glances over at Amaryl. "Would you like to add something to this, Dear? Oh, and eating is fine, so long as it doesn't object to being eaten."

[Anastasia]

Amaryl just smiles politely, "No, I think Seira's saying it all. Besides, like a tree swaying in the wind - action will reveal you, not words."

'I'm more watching in case it goes insane and attacks us,' Amaryl sends back, 'It is a slaad.'

"I'd like an entire roasted cow, please," Vayley says, morphing. It's like watching white clay reshape itself, a red haired and green eyed maid appearing before you. "Is this form sufficient, ma'am?"

[Corwin]

"It looks very serviceable," Seira agrees, using her power to adjust the uniform so that it presents her symbol. As the golden dragon proudly flies within the confines of the triangle set upon Vaylay's breast, a roasted cow materializes before them, turning over in the void as if upon a spit.

"Competence, discretion and loyalty are inherent parts of the job," Seira says next. "The position can be terminated during formal negotiations similar to these, but neither side would act against the other upon information gained during the course of the employment. If need be, this would be enforced with divine magic." Spreading her arms as she shrugs, Seira elaborates, "I'm hoping for a permanent position, here, but to be fair I'm presenting a suitable escape clause and non-aggression pact to protect all the parties to this contract."