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12-20-2019, 07:47 PM
The Guild
A Charon /PCA Story
You shuffle toward the front desk of a large and warm main hall with forms and documents in hand. You're Charon Judgment, a knight on the rise and successor to one of the longest running family lines to do such service for Taverne. It doesn't mean much though without the funds to maintain it, and when you're in a new town you sure need work fast. You organized yourself.
Charon: I found a job offering I'd like to participate in, registration for one if you would.
The clerk barely acknowledges you. You scan their person for a conversational prompt, a pin with the name Trevor on it.
Charon: Trevor yes?
"I'm not Trevor, this is a loaner uniform."
Charon: Pardon then, could I get some assistance with this?
"Nothin' against you, but you're not verified in this local guild and I was tipped off not to let you proceed until you talk to management. It's just part of the routine, likes to see how folks do under tension. You... get maybe a B from me. "
Charon: Management?
"Yep. Over there. I'm sure it's nothin' too particular. Likes to meet newcomers himself."
She shifts her eye and nudges you in the direction of a rather well decorated knight at the table. Demonares. He's adorned in proof of many struggles despite not looking all that older than you, and his entire person has a tinge of slight, deliberately unkempt.
Charon: You're assistance is greatly appreciated.
"You can show it by writing a positive review you know. Benefits me a ton. Not too much right?"
Everyone has to make a living somehow.
Charon: Mm, certainly. Name?
"Pox. If you stick with this guild you're going to see me a ton. Don't be a dick and you'll be fine."
You fill out the form and slide it to her.
Charon: Would that be all?
Pox: Yep. You're passing so far if you're wondering, so don't worry too much. Go face your fate, kid.
Charon: Thank you, I appreciate the confid-
She starts shooing you away. You adjust your posture and groom the tuft on your chest as you approach the knight.
Charon: Pardon.
"Pardon acknowledged, what business does a knight have in a knight's guild today?" He smirks at you. He's expecting a laugh. You give him the pity smile.
Charon: I'm here to give my formal introductions as a newcomer, I see you like to screen your guests.
He rocks his head back and forth in thought.
"Guess so, wouldn't be real good to not greet and verify with the fresh blood right? I'm Hudson McHash, third generation. I'm sure it's nothing that fancy compared to... can I get a look a that fancy little mark of yours?"
You flash your insignia, a red and blue patchwork heart.
Hudson: Shoot, that's some vintage emblem work. Bit on the rough and simple side but I guess you folks have a little more to worry about than modern presentation.
Charon: We stick close to our roots.
Hudson: Course you do, folks haven't shut up between this and that dog. You taking after the one that vanished in Solitude or the one that shoots the gun?
Charon: Never met the former firsthand and the latter-
Hudson: Hold up, you never met them?
Charon: No.
Hudson: Any relation?
Charon: Mm, admittedly I'm not too sure on the details. I respected their work but have no strong feelings either way.
Hudson: Guessing you didn't get their blessing on taking the title then.
Charon: No, never met them face to face in general.
Hudson: So... you got it from the other one then yeah? The old Clint type?
Charon: ...No.
Hudson: So why are you off wearing that title then if nobody's gone and given it to you? I mean...
He looks up and down at you, taking a pause at your old exposed prosthetic.
Hudson: I guess you're on the more raggedy side of things but.... that's a dog thing right? Kind of expected? Other one didn't have trouble though so who knows.
Charon: I don't see what being a dog has to do with anything.
Hudson: I mean... I hear you folks are mutts really more than anything. Glowing red eyes, coughing up silks, seem to make contact with horror just fine too. You got a few things I haven't seen before too. Tail's looking like a ceramic hack job. Tell me about your mom and pop. Which one got all cozy and settled down with a monstrosity huh? Or maybe it's the grandma who did it too-
You jab him full force, his rock hard face shifts just the slightest. There's a tense pause as you watch his eyes slow boil as he processes it before mad dogging you.
Charon: You don't. You don't drag her into this.
Hudson: You about to pick a fight like that?
Charon: I'm about to let you pick a casket.
Hudson: You'll be shunned from this guild.
Charon: Mm. I imagine so.
Hudson: Blacklisted across the region.
Charon: More people to see your obituary.
Hudson: That's outright a threat.
Charon: Neigh, just a prompt.
Hudson: A prompt for?
Charon: To reflect on whether you're still in your god's good graces, lest you not care for heaven.
He pulls his face back.
Hudson: You stand by that? You're willing to go down over a remark against your kin?
Charon: Mm.
He pulls a notebook out from his pocket and scribbles. Your body is still tense. You hold back from saying anything while you're still headed.
Hudson: You hit like a toddler, you're a little on the scrappy side, and you dress like a dead rockstar. You stood your ground, you didn't hesitate for a moment when someone crossed the line, and you didn't back off when threatened with exile. You're promising. I'm giving you a 87, could've gone higher if you landed that punch better.
Charon:... Pardon but... was this scripted?
Hudson: Ehhh... only a bit. Mandatory for anyone who wants to work at this guild. Didn't wanna go so hard but... when you're part of a prestigious line like yours... can't really go easy right? You know we got scores for a few of your folks? You're in the middle actually I think. Pox should have a copy of the records filed. Wanna take a look?
Charon: I suppose I wouldn't hurt...
Hudson: Oh shoot and... I didn't mean any of that as a note. I know it's kind of intensive
Pox chimes in from across the room.
Pox: He's made people breakdown!
Hudson: It's a test of character!
Pox: We have to have a therapist in office now!
You turn your face toward Hudson and grimace.
Hudson: ...Yeah we do. Bright side is you got access to cheap mental health services while you're here so take advantage.
He shifts over to the desk.
Hudson: Pox?
She gives him a look as she hands over the records. He tries not to make eye contact and turns his attention toward the files.
Hudson: Ali Judgment, 85. Bucket Judgment, 79. Durante "The Deem" Judgment 91, Erica Judgment, 94. And now you, Charon Judgment, at a nice 87.
Charon: ...I suppose I can't complain but... are you certain about...
Hudson: Them? Yeah you'd be surprised. Started off awful timid supposedly, my pop initiated them. Take pride in a little victory like this.. but also work on your arm a bit yeah? For a guy with robot arms you punch like a baby.
Charon: Mm... And I take this means I'm welcome here?
Hudson: Course' you are. Tell me kid, you like pasta?
Charon: I'm never opposed to pasta.
Hudson: Break is starting soon-ish, join us in the Mess Hall once you're done registering what you gotta. Sound good?
Charon: ... Mm. I'll strongly consider this invitation. And possibly your therapy services.
A Charon /PCA Story
You shuffle toward the front desk of a large and warm main hall with forms and documents in hand. You're Charon Judgment, a knight on the rise and successor to one of the longest running family lines to do such service for Taverne. It doesn't mean much though without the funds to maintain it, and when you're in a new town you sure need work fast. You organized yourself.
Charon: I found a job offering I'd like to participate in, registration for one if you would.
The clerk barely acknowledges you. You scan their person for a conversational prompt, a pin with the name Trevor on it.
Charon: Trevor yes?
"I'm not Trevor, this is a loaner uniform."
Charon: Pardon then, could I get some assistance with this?
"Nothin' against you, but you're not verified in this local guild and I was tipped off not to let you proceed until you talk to management. It's just part of the routine, likes to see how folks do under tension. You... get maybe a B from me. "
Charon: Management?
"Yep. Over there. I'm sure it's nothin' too particular. Likes to meet newcomers himself."
She shifts her eye and nudges you in the direction of a rather well decorated knight at the table. Demonares. He's adorned in proof of many struggles despite not looking all that older than you, and his entire person has a tinge of slight, deliberately unkempt.
Charon: You're assistance is greatly appreciated.
"You can show it by writing a positive review you know. Benefits me a ton. Not too much right?"
Everyone has to make a living somehow.
Charon: Mm, certainly. Name?
"Pox. If you stick with this guild you're going to see me a ton. Don't be a dick and you'll be fine."
You fill out the form and slide it to her.
Charon: Would that be all?
Pox: Yep. You're passing so far if you're wondering, so don't worry too much. Go face your fate, kid.
Charon: Thank you, I appreciate the confid-
She starts shooing you away. You adjust your posture and groom the tuft on your chest as you approach the knight.
Charon: Pardon.
"Pardon acknowledged, what business does a knight have in a knight's guild today?" He smirks at you. He's expecting a laugh. You give him the pity smile.
Charon: I'm here to give my formal introductions as a newcomer, I see you like to screen your guests.
He rocks his head back and forth in thought.
"Guess so, wouldn't be real good to not greet and verify with the fresh blood right? I'm Hudson McHash, third generation. I'm sure it's nothing that fancy compared to... can I get a look a that fancy little mark of yours?"
You flash your insignia, a red and blue patchwork heart.
Hudson: Shoot, that's some vintage emblem work. Bit on the rough and simple side but I guess you folks have a little more to worry about than modern presentation.
Charon: We stick close to our roots.
Hudson: Course you do, folks haven't shut up between this and that dog. You taking after the one that vanished in Solitude or the one that shoots the gun?
Charon: Never met the former firsthand and the latter-
Hudson: Hold up, you never met them?
Charon: No.
Hudson: Any relation?
Charon: Mm, admittedly I'm not too sure on the details. I respected their work but have no strong feelings either way.
Hudson: Guessing you didn't get their blessing on taking the title then.
Charon: No, never met them face to face in general.
Hudson: So... you got it from the other one then yeah? The old Clint type?
Charon: ...No.
Hudson: So why are you off wearing that title then if nobody's gone and given it to you? I mean...
He looks up and down at you, taking a pause at your old exposed prosthetic.
Hudson: I guess you're on the more raggedy side of things but.... that's a dog thing right? Kind of expected? Other one didn't have trouble though so who knows.
Charon: I don't see what being a dog has to do with anything.
Hudson: I mean... I hear you folks are mutts really more than anything. Glowing red eyes, coughing up silks, seem to make contact with horror just fine too. You got a few things I haven't seen before too. Tail's looking like a ceramic hack job. Tell me about your mom and pop. Which one got all cozy and settled down with a monstrosity huh? Or maybe it's the grandma who did it too-
You jab him full force, his rock hard face shifts just the slightest. There's a tense pause as you watch his eyes slow boil as he processes it before mad dogging you.
Charon: You don't. You don't drag her into this.
Hudson: You about to pick a fight like that?
Charon: I'm about to let you pick a casket.
Hudson: You'll be shunned from this guild.
Charon: Mm. I imagine so.
Hudson: Blacklisted across the region.
Charon: More people to see your obituary.
Hudson: That's outright a threat.
Charon: Neigh, just a prompt.
Hudson: A prompt for?
Charon: To reflect on whether you're still in your god's good graces, lest you not care for heaven.
He pulls his face back.
Hudson: You stand by that? You're willing to go down over a remark against your kin?
Charon: Mm.
He pulls a notebook out from his pocket and scribbles. Your body is still tense. You hold back from saying anything while you're still headed.
Hudson: You hit like a toddler, you're a little on the scrappy side, and you dress like a dead rockstar. You stood your ground, you didn't hesitate for a moment when someone crossed the line, and you didn't back off when threatened with exile. You're promising. I'm giving you a 87, could've gone higher if you landed that punch better.
Charon:... Pardon but... was this scripted?
Hudson: Ehhh... only a bit. Mandatory for anyone who wants to work at this guild. Didn't wanna go so hard but... when you're part of a prestigious line like yours... can't really go easy right? You know we got scores for a few of your folks? You're in the middle actually I think. Pox should have a copy of the records filed. Wanna take a look?
Charon: I suppose I wouldn't hurt...
Hudson: Oh shoot and... I didn't mean any of that as a note. I know it's kind of intensive
Pox chimes in from across the room.
Pox: He's made people breakdown!
Hudson: It's a test of character!
Pox: We have to have a therapist in office now!
You turn your face toward Hudson and grimace.
Hudson: ...Yeah we do. Bright side is you got access to cheap mental health services while you're here so take advantage.
He shifts over to the desk.
Hudson: Pox?
She gives him a look as she hands over the records. He tries not to make eye contact and turns his attention toward the files.
Hudson: Ali Judgment, 85. Bucket Judgment, 79. Durante "The Deem" Judgment 91, Erica Judgment, 94. And now you, Charon Judgment, at a nice 87.
Charon: ...I suppose I can't complain but... are you certain about...
Hudson: Them? Yeah you'd be surprised. Started off awful timid supposedly, my pop initiated them. Take pride in a little victory like this.. but also work on your arm a bit yeah? For a guy with robot arms you punch like a baby.
Charon: Mm... And I take this means I'm welcome here?
Hudson: Course' you are. Tell me kid, you like pasta?
Charon: I'm never opposed to pasta.
Hudson: Break is starting soon-ish, join us in the Mess Hall once you're done registering what you gotta. Sound good?
Charon: ... Mm. I'll strongly consider this invitation. And possibly your therapy services.
