Staff much desired for taskings

[*Kree]

This one seeks another and more with good hands for working.
Moreso, willing hearts and soaring spirit so as to share of the self with another, in so, enriching all. Much is to be made and carrying the self without, on a road to the ever is to be without, yet with the self.

Kree does offer more, as so, for this other with eyes to see, not life for the low, no, but the sign for the road to be. Come, see. Be as one with all, where one may. Join this one's den as Kree would say. Be here, come all, selves with hands and will. Each as one, with this one may be so, making the cage under cage better still for each and all.

It is so said now, for eyes to know and thought to hold that this one does desire the ones of giving. Give of the self for the growths of both as this one offers life well and whole for the one there to share of the self for all. Share, be so, and be the light below.

As more to have, needed so. With, not without, the self thrives so. Be with this one and the other as all and share that of the mind's cage for keeping the guest as so. Good lives make of good sensations as so, so it is the one's mission so, to share what the mind's cage offers.

The one above may provide but another must still give. Be so, the hand to give of the mindcage's making and it is to be given in turn. Fine spirit, bottled by crystal and self is to be had in turn. Be this one to offer the other, making each and all better so, as by being therein.

As the giver stands as so, carrying the bounty of cages, so is the shell there to keep. Cut hands cannot give, no, and it is to the shell for holding the hand mailed and scaled against each from the other, out to stifle the self in this one's realm.

Kree does promise this and more, jinx and more, this life that is, grown moreso as by live's acts. Caged though we may each be as so, it is as so to be the keeper for each as so as the self. Come, come, join Kree in the cage under the cage and lives may yet be fuller, by jinx or other.

[*Jagrouge]

A message is left at the S.I.G.I.S desk

To: Kree
Saw your note in the S.I.G.I.S. I'm an apprentice wand maker and enchanter of staves, eager to prove. I could not follow all your meanings being just a simple soul, young yet keen to learn of shells and cages. As for sharing of self – not much to it, as the multiverse is still to be shaped and formed on my way so to speak.

Seek me out in the city bazaar if I can sort you a simple stave at least.

~Leo

[*Reptiller]

After reading the both advert and the first response, Hildmor chuckles.
Later he'd tell Kree: "You know how to grab attention, I have to admit but I am almost sure that most people who will read it, won't understand anything. You told me that you will mold the words for others to understand, haven't you, love?"

His attitude is rather positve as he tells her that.

[*Kree]

(editor's note: This is a version of the previous ad, allegedly rewritten with greater linguistic aquity and coherency.)

So it is now, for each and all the ones who look but do not see. Kree would have you grasp the whole, even with smaller hands and stubby fingers. This one will make words for knowing so that the whole may be held in the cage of minds.

A new house of pleasures is to be in the sigil under sigil. This gift that is unto all to know by being is made moreso by having keen spirits to tend it. This one shall do so by offering this den as a solid column of promised jinx for each that may.

To this for being, Kree does seek the able for each hole to fill. The cooker of goods, knowing such as of many types to present and fill the bearer of jinx so provided.

The good as such may not move by itself as foods rarely walk where wanted and so, carriers are sought to present. Servers of good spirit and character for the bearer's pleasures.

Pleasures still are had as such, given by the able and willing. The most generous givers of the selves, in body and time are sought as well. Granting pleasures so carries Kree's promise of rewards. Many chances for the aspiring seeker of ecstasy of both ends to find what each desires and meet another.

One promise still carries, of safety as such as keepers are sought. Skilled hands with arms to hold the ill mannered away from this one's den and keep such from diminishing each bearer's pleasures. Guardians to safekeep the experience of being, of the well that is and to be tasted.

(editor's note: sodding barmy. As I figure it, she's looking to hire cooks, waiters, jinkskirts and bouncers. Make of it what ye will.)

[*Jagrouge]

Another message is left at the S.I.G.I.S desk, sealed with wax and marked 'Personal - addressee only'

To: Kree

I saw your follow up note in the S.I.G.I.S and I am ashamed at my poor lack of appreciation and meaning of your fine words in the advertisement. What eloquent and intriguing way of expressing it! I guess you do not need my sort of staves then.

However, I would be interested in employment in some capacity - always looking out for opportunity to make a bit of gold if not through enchantment and creation of weapon but to my other enjoyment - that of the music and poem. I play a number of instruments tolerably well.

A part-time job to bring some musical talent to your establishment might be something you have also considered. If so, I would consider taking payment in kind, at least at first, should you manage to employ a pretty pleasure girl sympathetic to a youth's first needs.

~Leo

[*Reptiller]

*Finally, the edited ad produces afew results. A couple of waiters and cooks show up, as well as some jinkskirts. They are eager enough to find a new place of work and preferebly away from Hardheads. All of them used to work in a popular Hive Indep-run establishment before Harmonium's hand of 'justice' found it unacceptable*

[*DM_Duke]

As Kordiva makes her usual patrol through The Hive ward, accompanied by no less than an entire regiment of Harmonium, she watched as some men and women ran as they usually do and scattered much like the scene of an abbandoned outtown.

She was particulary displeased when she saw a couple of jinkskirts posing themselves towards a thuggy berk grinning dumbly as she approached.

"Alright, explain yourselves, whats going on?"

One of the girls giggled and leaned against her newly employed company while the other just rest against them with a smoking pipe in mouth.

"Oh nothin' fancy officer, nothing illegal like, perfectly legal for a body to make, transactions, ey girls?"

The two girls laughed and leaned against the voice of reason their thuggy employer.

Unimpressed, Kordiva thrust her hand forwards and slammed the man to the wall by the throat, a Bigby's hand levitated him several feet off the ground by his neck as he choked.

"Theres a difference between what is legal and what is un-governed. The Hive is a place where the lowest of the trash gather, funny that you and your ilk should be the first I find here. How many of you are there?"

"J-just us! Augh!" The man said, whimpering for breathe as the Bigbys let him go, he fell several feet and broke his kneecap, yelling in pain.

"The Fun is Over" she said sharply to the girls, both ran off as the thug looked up at her narrowing his eyes.

"You bitch, you and your kind will get yer own, your making pretty fancy enemies y'know, all folks want is a bit of fun, and your killin' that. Just be sure to remember, some day, they'll take your fun too." The Thug taunted.

Kordiva narrowed her eyes and clicked her fingers as two of her Notaries restrained the mans arms and a third bound him in a mancatcher. He yelled in pain as his wrists bled she had him stood and waved him off.

"To the cells, threats to the officers are never taken lightly. I want every bit of detail you can pry from this one."

"Ma'am, one more thing, theres reports of more corruption in the hive, soldiers acting off duty or killing berks out of sight." A Notary replied.

Kordiva clenched her fist.

"Have the entire Hive searched, not a single Notary in this area goes unchecked, you are my swift-reaction-unit, now act like one, find them, hunt them down, and root out this corruption, NOW!"

The men scattered in patroll units as Kordiva stood alone, peering at the wall behind the man and the advert left upon it.
She picked it up and scrumpled it, stamping it into a muddy water patch on the ground.

"Filthy Jinkskirts" she commented and spat upon the ad, before walking off.

[*Kree]

Another message is left at the S.I.G.I.S desk, sealed with wax and marked 'Personal - addressee only'

To: Kree

I saw your follow up note in the S.I.G.I.S and I am ashamed at my poor lack of appreciation and meaning of your fine words in the advertisement. What eloquent and intriguing way of expressing it! I guess you do not need my sort of staves then.

However, I would be interested in employment in some capacity - always looking out for opportunity to make a bit of gold if not through enchantment and creation of weapon but to my other enjoyment - that of the music and poem. I play a number of instruments tolerably well.

A part-time job to bring some musical talent to your establishment might be something you have also considered. If so, I would consider taking payment in kind, at least at first, should you manage to employ a pretty pleasure girl sympathetic to a youth's first needs.

~Leo

After a while, a tube is delivered. It contains a rolled up letter and a number of loose, coloured beads made from glass.

A greet from Kree, mane.

To look, not seeing is no shame. It is to know this, have the orbs reflect upon this that is and let it not be in the after. See then, this that this one offers;

Bring to use the left and the right under knee, as working as one brings you forth wherever. Onward and downward to the cage under cage. Where this one is, the other is to be. It is then to make words, two lones in one room, speakings of this to come that may be.

Kree does ask the mane to take the reflecting pieces with these gifted words, worn where reflected as such. It is so, to show one's orbs have reflected so, being the one, having looked and seen that of this one's given.

[*Jagrouge]

Leo receives the Kree-bead-letter-puzzle and is naturally puzzled at first, yet eager still to have gained foot-in-the-door and even more so, the poetry within the words, keen to meet this lady if he could but solve the lady's eloquent riddle-me-ree.

He interprets in this way:

To look, not seeing is no shame.

Great! She doesn't hold my youth against me! unlike some mage I could mention who told me to grow beard before he would allow me to enchant for him! Nor my lack of understanding of her special language which, actually, is quite fun!

He rolls out those beads to his palm and stares at them, rolls them a bit with fingers of his left. Stares at them again, thinking.

Cage under Cage

Not sure about the knee thing but she wants me to come meet her down below the city somewhere. And I'm to wear these beads, somewhere on my person so she knows who I am.

Leo-lad!

*he grins cockily, now staring into some reflective glass, slicking his unkempt blond hair back with a hand, attempting to straighten the unruly spikes*

You are a marvel and a miracle, better and more intelligent than any old, wrinkly, bearded wizzened mage, more handsome and charming than sir Aeron for all his wealth and generous help. Time to find a lady, best not keep her waiting!

*he sews a couple of the beads to his collar, threads a few into his hair, but not too many, in case anyone thought him effeminate. The rest he kept in the tube and carried with him.*

((we can arrange an ingame meet via PM if that helps or just chance it sometime, either is fine, busy lives and all that))