[table][row][img]https://i.imgur.com/r3VTVdP.png[/img][sub](Collab with [@Haruharara])[/sub][/row][cell] Mimika stepped out of the alley way, quickly skipping away from the area. Her mind was filled with options to make Vasilisa’s plan a reality. Well, first things first though. They needed a frontman. The cleric made her way down the cobbled streets of Bellview, passing by shops and the barracks where hordes of people congregating. She violently pushed her way through the crowd, and once on the other side she looked back at the mass of players and raised a brow [i]Huh, this will probably be the best place to set up shop,[/i] she thought. Continuing on, she eventually came to the town’s tavern. She threw open the doors and marched up the counter, flashing the bartender her brightest smile. [color=lightcoral][b]“Hiya barkeep! Where can a gal find someone for hire? Store front position!”[/b][/color] The barkeep looked at the small girl with slit eyes, the vision of the elder human man glancing along her body - unamused or perhaps just disappointed? He cleared his throat, the bar was rather empty, and spoke with bellowing voice that echoed throughout the wooded interior. “You think you’ve got enough money to hire someone in Bellview?” He raised a loft brow. The man’s expression had Mimika straining her smile, and she could feel her eye twitching in annoyance when he questioned her. What the hell, she was super cute! Old geezers especially should be fawning over her, or so she thought. [color=lightcoral][b]“What makes you think I don’t?”[/b][/color] she questioned back, trying to appear as polite and innocent as possible. [color=lightcoral][b]“Well, even if [i]I[/i] don’t, I have a business partner, and we’re looking to hire.”[/b][/color] The man grumbled, slumping down and resting his jaw into an open left-handed palm. “Very well, there’s a small area of working teens and young adults behind the southern merchant strip. They’re not old enough to be masters of a trade, but not too young to work, I’d recommend you head there.” He nodded to the girl. [color=lightcoral][b]“Southern merchant strip,”[/b][/color] she repeated, [color=lightcoral][b]“Yay~ Thank you~!”[/b][/color] The elf winked at the barkeep and turned away. He was right, she didn’t have even one copper to her name at the moment, so it wasn’t like she could tip him for the info. [i]Even if I could, I probably wouldn’t though![/i] She strolled out the door, taking a few seconds to look at the map once she was back in the daylight. She had considered asking around the Adventurer’s Guild, but she really needed an NPC that wouldn’t ask questions, so merchant strip it was. Mimika hopped along, heading towards the market. Once there she kept an eye out for any kids she thought might make a good front man for them. Someone charming, that could calmly deal with players. [i]A girl would be nice,[/i] Marcus thought, letting Mimika idle for a moment while he mentally made some notes about the area, and the plan in general. [i]Really hope I remember this when I wake up. Maybe I should invest in like, an in-game notepad.[/i] Eventually the cleric found her target: a pair of young women chatting outside of a shop. [i]Bet they’d like some extra spending money.[/i] Mimika approached them with a smile, waving as she got closer. [color=lightcoral][b]“Hi ladies! I’m Mimika, nice to meet you! I have a business opportunity if either of you would be interested?”[/b][/color] The taller woman dressed in shades of gold and green turned to respond first, likely a bit older than the other. “We have working military men for husbands, they’re members of the guard? You seem new to the peaceful Bellview, I doubt you’d understand.” The woman batted her eyelashes and flipped her bronze locks out of her face. The younger of the two squinted at her partner, shorter brown hair and a much friendlier appearance exemplified the difference in the twos personality. “We are former maids to a lecherous lord, excuse her for the rudeness. But, I don’t mind hearing the proposition - profiteering is always a valid venture.” [color=lightcoral][b]“Good,”[/b][/color] Mimika continued, keeping her polite smile plastered onto her face.Outside she was the picture of etiquette, but on the inside she thought, [i]What the hell? Dumb fantasy world rednecks. Do you want to depend on your fake husband forever?![/i] The cleric cleared her throat taking a few seconds to cobble her pitch together. [color=lightcoral][b]“This will be no cleaning service - for you, at least. I’m looking for someone willing to run a store front. Accepts orders, smiles at potential customers, that sort of thing~ All the hard work will be done by my partner! It’ll be a service for adventurers. Still with me so far?”[/b][/color] The two silenced themselves and nodded to the small adventurer on attention. Though this was briefly broken by the taller, older girl speaking. “We don’t know if these new adventurers are dangerous. Can you promise our safety?” She snipped. Mimika blinked. That was a great question. [i]These NPCs are kind of believable,[/i] Marcus thought, not for the first time impressed with the game. Still, not to be seen as unsure, Mimika quickly answered the woman. [color=lightcoral][b]“Right now we plan to open up pretty close to the barracks - ”[/b][/color] Of course, Mimika hadn’t discussed any of this with Vasilisa, but hey. [color=lightcoral][b]“So not only will the guards be nearby, but my partner is a giant. A [i]gentle[/i] giant, but emphasis on giant!”[/b][/color] She paused a moment before continuing, [color=lightcoral][b]“If that still doesn’t make you feel safe, we can invest money into a private guard. Help keep people from doing anything dumb. We [i]are[/i] a budding business though.”[/b][/color] Yeah they definitely wouldn’t be able to afford to hire a guard at the start, but honestly some muscle to keep the business safe would be a good idea down the road. [color=lightcoral][b]“Whaddya say~?”[/b][/color] The two women then exhaled in relief, the taller one rolling her eyes to the short-haired one before nodding to one another in acceptance and saying in unison. “We’re in.” [color=lightcoral][b]"Excellent,"[/b][/color] Mimika's smile was nearly devious. So far, so good! She brought up the chat menu and quickly messaged her partner, and after some fiddling actually did find a note-taking function in the UI. [i]They really thought of everything huh?[/i] [quote][cherryblossomblues]: HEY [b]@Vasilisa[/b] I got em where u wanna meet back up [cherryblossomblues]: 1 cute 1 got a tsun vibe [cherryblossomblues]: @ me wehn u can[/quote] The cute cleric happily addressed her new employees that they'd be meeting with her partner soon, and went ahead and added the two girls to her current party - yet again without permission from the party leader, [b]Neres[/b]. With that done, the trio made their way back towards the center of town. With Mimika leading the way, the group were mostly absentmindedly wandering. [i]Hope I don't have to kill too much time... oooh is that a shop?[/i] She ducked inside in order to sell the cudgel she'd started with, as the staff she'd traded for with Neres was a strict upgrade. [i]Finally some coins in my pocket! Hehehe-[/i] The enraged German shouting caught Mimika and the girls with her - as well as several others in the area - off guard. He was really loud. Mimika sighed through her nose and rolled her eyes. [i]Wow, what's this problem? Is it even possible to get so mad over a game?[/i] After a moment thinking about it, actually, yeah Marcus had seen plenty of videos of people smashing their computers. At the memory, all he could do was [quote][cherryblossomblues]: LOL[/quote] [/cell] [cell][center][color=cyan]Online[/color] [sup][code]cherryblossomblues[/code][/sup] [color=DarkGray][b]Class:[/b] Cleric Level: [b]3[/b][/color] [color=tomato]110[/color] // [color=aqua]130[/color] // [color=palegreen]110[/color] [no action] [hider=Stats & Info] Body: 5 Spirit: 7 Tech: 5 [sub][u]Equipment[/u]:[/sub] >Red-Stone Staff [sub][u]Inventory[/u]:[/sub] Slime Jelly x5[/hider] [/center][/cell][/table]