manuscripture: (✒ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ.)
ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴋɪsʜɪʙᴇ. ([personal profile] manuscripture) wrote 2016-12-16 09:09 pm (UTC)

[ A Message From The Gods!

He'll take it.

He'll take her answer too. ]


I have good news: You can buy instruments around here. There is also a way to get BETTER ones after you have spent some time in Ryslig. You can meet with a woman who can grant you one that you wouldn't be able to find here due to time period-based restrictions. [ Such as Jotaro's HELL GUITAR and his own Sass Mirror.

Rohan has decided that he likes her. Her interview went WAAAAY better than Karamatsu's did, but that was also an ego-neutering the faerie desperately needed. ]


I pay fairly well. It will be based upon the effort you put forth as well as your hours. You can work with Karamatsu Matsuno in the daytime to get acclimated and learn how we do things here. He is my assistant manager of sorts... I handle most of the business aspects but he is primarily a designer himself. Four days a week: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday. If you want to work on the weekends, I am here on Saturdays in the late afternoon.

[ He speaks as though she's got it. ]

Designs are pitched to me for approval for floorstock and made by you once they have been critiqued. In addition to this, we work on commissions and general fixes for customers who need something special done... Like an outfit that routinely gets destroyed during transformations. I will teach you the practical knowledge of filling and giving me orders to work on in the back.

Then I can show you how to work my ancient as Hell sewing machine. [ He downs the last sip of the Not Wine in his glass, sets it on the desk, and brings his tail down in a heavy THUMP. ]

My lack of feet gives me a little bit of trouble.

[ His pencil stops moving on the paper and he turns the book around to show her. Not a schedule but a vibrant picture of herself that nearly leaps off the page: Ibuki in all her glory caught mid modelesque-spin with her arms flung out and showing off something invisible. It's the fiery expression of impishness and passion that jumps right to the eye from the grin on her face to the wrinkling in her skirt as she twirls. ]

This picture is for you.

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