Introducing: Babartus, Kael, and Seiz

[Carthrat]

"Where'd my jacket go?" blurts out Seiz, annoyed. It was his favourite jacket! The one he'd had since.. well.. since always!

[Brian]

"It's in your room," Sarric replies.  "Next?"

[Yuthirin]

Babartus calmly presented himself. "Ready for fitting."

Let's just get this over with. Eurgh. I cannot wait to get away from this place.

[Brian]

"Quite right," Sarric says dryly.  "To continue, it is important to wear the proper uniform for the proper occasion.  Your standard uniform should be used for standard activities."  The tailor then snaps out his measuring tape, slides past Barbartus.

The demon finds himself dressed similarly to Seiz, only his uniform has the sleeves rolled up to just above the elbows, and comes with a pair of dark leather gloves and well fitted boots.  Seiz, it appears, only got comfortable looking shoes.  "Your dress uniform should be used during formal occasions."  He frowns at Barbartus.  "If you need a customization to your uniform, you should probably tell me now.


"The most important thing to remember is that we're all about appearance here.  Then you need to remember that appearance is not everything, and if everyone expects you to be a prissy slave to fashion, they get a bit surprised when you turn out to have ... more depth."

He smirks slightly at this last, and then eyes Barbartus speculatively.  "Does this work, or shall I move on?"

[StormDragon]

Kael manages to pry his nose from a novel he was reading, curled up on one of the couches. He looked curiously at the proceedings and put the book aside, knowing that he was next. He got up from the couch.

[Carthrat]

Formal occasions, eh? Probably parties, parades, exhibitions.. And all this talk about the depth of appearances, eh? No surprise, really.

Seiz leans against the wall, adjusting to his new uniform as best he can.

[Yuthirin]

Babartus inspects himself briefly. "Yes, this will do. I have no changes that I can think of, at the moment."

[Brian]

"Moving on," Sarric intones, snapping his tape measure towards Kael and flourishing it briefly over his head.  "The uniforms should be comfortable enough for you to maintain composure, and work well enough to allow you full mobility.  If your uniform becomes damaged in the course of duty, this is acceptible, but it must be repaired immediately upon return here."

Kael is now dressed in comfortable (if somewhat loose) tan robes with a silvered fur hem.  His uniform has his rank in the same locations as the others, save, now that all three demons can see one-another, they realize that the clothes really do help accentuate what they claimed their skills to be.  Seiz's uniform looks more like a commander's than a grunts (save the rank, and lack of medals), and Barbartus looks more like a specialist or covert agent.  Kael on the other hand looks entirely harmless, if well educated.

"You can just ask after me if you need anything else done with your uniforms," Sarric says.  "Do you need anything done right now?"

[Carthrat]

"I'd like a jacket," speaks up Seiz, shrugging. "With a few decent-sized pockets."

[StormDragon]

"I'd like paper and pens," Kael spoke up. He liked his new robes. Very suitable for his line of work.

[Brian]

"Look in your rooms," Sarric replies.  "Anything else, ring the bell and ask a guard for it.  Your first meal is in an hour; you'll have it here so there's time to adjust to everything.  The Lady won't have a job for you until the morning."

[Carthrat]

Man, we're not being treated badly. But we're still just raw recruits, so to speak.

I wonder how plush the rooms of her foremost retainers are?

Seiz gives a short nod to Sarric, and reclines on a couch, a thoughtful look on his face.

[StormDragon]

"Thank you," Kael says to Sarric and promptly goes back to his couch and novel.

This place seemed better than the last place he worked in, but it was probably that only way on the surface. Who knew what the Lady had in store for them.

As soon as he started working he was going to have to talk to her. Her taste in books were appalling.

[Brian]

About an hour passes before there's a knock at the dooor.  A clockwork guard is there, carrying a large tray with three covered platters on it.

After the evening meal (which is decent) the clockwork collects the dishes and wanders off.

[Yuthirin]

"Well...that was pleasent." says Babartus. He looks at the other two in the room with him. "I suppose we should all get to know each other a bit, since we'll be working together for a while. I'm Babartus."