A Request To Join The Fated

[*poststructuralism]

A young fire Genasi with a haughty but professional disposition enters the hall of records. He is well dressed in clothing sewn in a soft supple hide so well-tanned its origins are indiscernible, branded with fine lines inlaid in ruby dust with buttons and clasps of burnished brass. He introduces himself to the staff on hand as "Zelim of the City of Brass" and inquires about the requisites for becoming a Taker. He states that he has experience with writing, reviewing, and negotiating tax documents for the Great and Splendidly Golden House of Bayezid and that he can provide reference. "You will find my passion for the acquisition of riches to be unparalleled." He smiles, his eyes flickering.

[*Rainbow Prism]

Coming out from upper floors, which are closed for public, one drow in gold-violet light armor approaches receptionist to ask something, only to see new, burning with passion potential recruit.

"Fair greetings there!" She bellowed with wide smile, jumping on desk, crossing her legs in sitting pose, showing off her short light athletic figure.
"Did you come here for something? Perhaps to take the exams? Or maybe get hired for relatively short but jink-filled time? Or-may-be-for-me?"

She did get a loud cough from behind, from old receptionist, whose desk she occupied.

[*poststructuralism]

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