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[h3][color=ff1493]Location:Magnolia[/color][/h3][/center]
[right][color=ff1493]Interactions: Elena/Percy [@PandaBrady][/color][/right]
 
Watching Percy change from female to male was probably about as impressive as the first transformation; Neil always found such things fascinating. He had to be mindful to not allow his curiosity to get the better of him, least he start looking into more concoctions he could potentially manufacture with his alchemic pursuits, but still - he enjoyed watching any transform with the same delight each time. This current one was perhaps a little less shocking - as he knew what to expect. Sure enough, Percy was in his own skin again, and coming to terms with what had been requested.
 
Neil looked at the job posting he'd been handed and offered it to Percy to read. "[color=ff1493]It's been posted up on the board in the center of town too. Anyone could do it so long as they have a partner. One person enters the drinking contest, the other plays look out in the audience, and the point is to catch the thief. Someone's been robbing contestants of everything from valuables to clothing. According to the posting, your -[/color]" he stopped and let out a half laugh, with a charming grin gracing his face - "[color=ff1493]other half, as it were, would likely be a better piece of bait. Though I'm sure you might fair just as well so long as you got a partner.[/color]"
 
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[color=peachpuff][h3]Location: Phoenix Wing Guildhall [/h3][/color][/center]
[right][color=peachpuff]Interactions: Dalton [@hatakekuro], Jarvis [@MarshiestMallow][/color][/right]
 
"[color=peachpuff]So to determine what level jobs I can take requires determining how experienced I am with my magic, which is determined by either you, or the Jamie in a meeting, or one of the mages that left for the fight.[/color]" Nyssa thought about that for a long moment. It all seemed to make sense. After all, someone might assume they were ready for a job even if they weren't, and potentially get hurt - not only not good for the group, but for the individual and the person that needed the thing done. It was better someone else decided if they were ready or not. It was much like any of the labors at the village; one needed to prove they were ready to do a task in order to be able to handle it alone. 
 
She nodded, smiling as she looked back at Jarvis. "[color=peachpuff]Okay, yes. That makes sense. So when does that happen? Does this mean I am a member of this guild now?[/color]"
 
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[color=black][h3]Location: Phoenix Wing Guildhall Kitchen[/h3][/color][/center]
[right][color=black]Interactions: Jasmine [@Lunarlord34][/color][/right]
 
Around normal people, the growl of a hungry stomach may have been embarrassing. Seeing as Markovis wasn’t normal, he didn’t think a second thought about it. Or, rather, not one that would be embarrassing. Jasmine was a dragon slayer - and like other slayers he had encountered, such abilities that could topple immortals and the likes came with an amazing natural energy conversion ability, which meant lots of energy stores needed. Energy stores, for the most part, meant needing to eat a lot. 
 
Usually, he didn’t bother having anyone taste test anything for him, but Jasmine was a cook. He trusted she would be truthful in her opinion. There were several variations to the recipe that involved more or less spice, and since he wasn’t sure everyone else’s taste for it - he just went with a moderate spice level. He knew Trinity would like it, but the others - that was why he needed Jasmine’s opinion. She cooked more often for the others in the guild than he did. Short of that, Jarvis or one of the others might have an idea what was a good ratio, but that required far more work than just hoping for the best. 
 
And if no one else wanted any, that just meant more for Smokin’ Bottle and Jasmine. 
 
“[color=black]Of course, though assisting in serving is unnecessary. I planned to just set up a spot for people to just get their own food if they’re interested in it, and I would simply oversee it.[/color]” He already had an idea of how he would serve everything anyways - which was to announce that it was available then leave it for others to take their share. The only one that he was actually going to serve the food to was Trinity. And now Jasmine.
 
Markovis transferred a portion of the rice into three dishes - a small-ish bowl for Trinity, a larger one for Jasmine, and then a dish large enough for the rest of the rice. Then portioned out a serving of the cakes and dip for Trinity. After getting utensils for the collection of food and dishes he’d gathered, he offered Jasmine the bowl and spoon. “[color=black]Here is your dish. I’m going to bring Trinity her food then get everything set to bring to the exhibition. If you would like to get yourself a serving of the sweet potato cakes and cream dip, help yourself. I should be right back.[/color]”