Roleplay

@Katabat @MsDia @Meias @Joshdaawsome @Eaglerider [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=446505] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/4466/446505_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Sitting in a booth at the back of the Rotting Plank gave Saphen a view of the entire tavern. It was crowded tonight— filled with vagabonds and trouble causers that were allowed in no finer establishment while on land. The floor was already covered in a thick layer of thrown-out food and spilled alcohol. It reeked and the noise from various conversations was so loud Saphen could not hear himself think. Saphen felt at home. Keeping one eye on the door, Saphen glanced down at the papers in front of him again. They were all notes he had taken on candidates for the unnamed positions. They consisted of mostly desperate dragons, or sailors who had been disgraced. If the worst came to worst, he could make them fill in the named positions. But that would be risky at best. No dragon knew how to be a doctor better than a doctor, and so forth. Saphen hoped more dragons would come in and apply. He didn’t want to see the result of telling talented dragons they did not get the job because they “didn’t feel right”. Just then, his eye caught movement at the door. Five dragons walked in— all of different sizes and shapes. They seemed to be looking for something, or maybe someone, and Saphen’s heart raced. He reached up and adjusted the cheap tie he wore around his neck. As the dragons approached his booth, he smiled. “Hello! Hello! You are all here to apply for a job, yes? Sit down,” Saphen patted the booth beside himself, “We’ll conduct the interview now. You all can work together if you’d like. Alright! Now, tell me what position you are applying to and why.”

@Boborc @Eaglerider @Katabat @MsDia @Joshdaawsome [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42601643] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=42601643&skin=0&apparel=4320,25051,25183,24743,26141,23136,546,11509,10373,2463,317,323,311,23037&xt=dressing.png[/img] [/url] After slowly entering the specified place, the water-tainted dragon allowed his eyes to scan the room. He found patrons supporting themselves on the main bar's table, as well as a couple chairs that were thrown aside upside down -probably from one of the usual fights that happened on this kind of place. A couple of dragons were singing happily, others menacingly sharpened their weapons while glaring at each newcomer. There was chatter, glasses clunking, music from the main stall. It was a really busy place. Maybe a bit too much so. Honestly, besides that they had to meet at the Rooting Plank, he just noticed there were little to no other instructions of what to do next. Who was he looking for? Where exactly would they meet? He felt a bit lost, until he grabbed the paper again. "SAPHEN" it said, and well, that was something he could use. It sounded strong, mysterious. Now he just had to find someone that matched it. His eyes scanner the room, looking for imperials and guardians; but failed at doing so, none of the present seemed to be in charge- or even interested in- of creating a crew. Until, and finally, his eyes laid on what seemed a rather hasty mirror. A young dragon, with many sheets in front of him, and that had attracted the attention of some other individuals. Could that be him? He doubted, but joined the gathering anyway, in silence. To his surprise, however, that mirror [i]did[/i] seem to be the mentioned Saphen, as he asked each of those present to sit down and introduce themselves. The guardian stayed quiet, listening to the coatl and pearcatchers that talked first, letting first impressions talk for themselves. "I'm Gaius, 'vbeen a doc for some years." He finally said, shifting a bit on his seat to be more comfortable." Took a break to take it easy, but found this idea of yours quite amusing." He said simply, shrugging it off, just before eyeing for a second the bright-coloured pearlcatcher that had been slightly too formal.