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The Cloversationist, an elite fashion magazine whose covers are usually graced by only the most attractive of wizards needs a model for their upcoming weekly issue. Go pose for their flamboyant photographer until he is satisfied!
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Minimum Number of Players: 1
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[break]Location: Town of Silva
[break]Special Requirements: N/A
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]NPC Information
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Ahhh…Home sweet home. Well, not really. Rosalia had never really lived in the noble region, but she’d had to make the trip from Kikka, her actual hometown, to the Town of Silva so often that one could almost say it was like her home. If any nobleman heard her say that out loud, they’d probably be so scandalized she dared utter the words that they’d cause a scandal so big she’d be on the front page of “More” magazine the next morning. It made her roll her eyes. The covers with her face on always tended to sell well if there was a scandal to her name either way. [break][break] As she walked down the streets, her heels clicking with each step she took, she held her head high as her Black Bulls mantle and long crimson hair carried behind her in the wind like a cape. She garnered looks, some of confusion, some of curiosity, even a few of disgust, but most were those ones that Rosalia could basically equate to lust. It was normal for a woman of her profession. She was a Magic Knight now, a Vice-Captain of a squad with a significantly improved reputation. With Malcolm’s permission, the witch still did the occasional shoot on the side…and had booked eight runways for the upcoming Fall season’s collections. As long as she still did Magic Knight work and served her Kingdom to a satisfying level…that’s all that mattered. [break][break] Her ruby gaze quickly navigated her around the familiar streets and Rosalia soon found herself in front of the large wooden door labelled “The Cloversationist.” It was a high-tier fashion magazine, one that tended to prefer dressing good over showing off too much skin. The last time she shot for them, she was with Yuurei Krane and the evening had ended in…well, it had been rather pleasant. She’d given the young man what he wanted for years from her- ever since she was twenty and he was fifteen. The memory of him soured her mood a little. He’d been missing ever since he too went into Atlantis. She got out successfully but he… [break][break] The beauty reached out and knocked confidently on the door leading into the magazine before entering without waiting for her name to be called. She wasn’t a newbie anymore, she knew that no one would hear her knock either way. [break][break] A grin rose to her lips when she spotted the particularly tall male photographer. Those ginger curls could be recognised anywhere, and while he hadn’t been the person she worked with last time when she was with Yuurei, this time would be even better. [break][break] “Felipo! No way!” Her voice piped up over the chatter in the room and suddenly all of the attention was on her. The ginger-haired male grinned at the sound, turned around and practically threw himself at her. [break][break] “Rosalia Zephyr! It’s been years!” They gave each other air kisses before stepping away. She could feel those bright green eyes roll over her body with appreciation. “You know I never thought your body could look better than what I shot three years ago but I stand corrected.” [break][break] The beauty gave him a friendly smack on the arm as she rolled her eyes. The two had a long-standing flirtationship, nothing more. Felipo de Soleil was one of the only straight male photographers in the business and he was insanely good at his job. The last cover they did together held the title of the second most popular fashion issue of that year. [break][break] “So you work for the Cloversationist now huh? Never took for one interested in high fashion. I thought you preferred shooting me in bikini.” She gave the man a wink and the male shook her head. The attention had long since moved away from them. “I take it my partner isn’t here yet?” [break][break] “Nope…just you and I…” Felipo wiggled his jokingly as she added “and the thirty other people that work here as staff. But nice try.” [break][break] “So, about today’s shoot. What’s the theme?” And suddenly Rosalia was down to business. [break][break] “Women After Dark.”
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Jan 21, 2021 4:07:57 GMT -5
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MANA SKIN senior
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MANA REGEN 25 IC // 20 OOC
MANA POOL 110/110
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The woman was not quite sure how she ended up in this position, in truth. It happened so quickly that she didn't understand it. The Reinsberg did not particularly view the Silva, or their home for that matter, in a positive light. There was never any interaction with a Silva that had ended well for her after all, few and far between as they might have been. That was normally the case.[break][break]
...In truth, she was in town to meet with someone very important. A family she never knew she had, though one she always assumed. One who surely must have suffered more than necessary. One who suffered more than anyone should have. Hers was a broken family to begin with, but the Caldur from what she had found out, was even worse. At least the family head was from the Caldur; at least the family head sought to bring change to this broken state of affairs. But it was too little too late for the brother she never grew up knowing.[break][break]
The woman's incentive for being here aside, the brunette found herself thinking about what had brought her to this shoot. It felt as though everything had happened so quickly she needed to register it all. Under normal circumstances, there was no way she would be in Silva, let alone modeling for anything for such a...risque theme after all. The idea was unthinkable for one in her position. And yet...[break][break]
It was a long walk to Silva. It usually always was, given how adamant she was in avoiding the Noble Realm these last five years. But with the festivities over and that dungeon cleared, she had a chance at trying to meet up with her brother, Julien. That was the plan, at least. As she traveled further into the town, eager to head to the Silver Eagles headquarters, she noticed a man muttering to himself. Verena noticed from his body language that he seemed quite distressed about something and was panicking.[break][break]
Being the type of person that she was, she couldn't help but reach out to the man, seeing if there was anything she could do to help. "Uhm... what's wrong, sir?" she asked, unaware of whom she was asking.[break][break]
"Nothing at all!" the man frantically cried out. "Why would anything be wrong? I've only just screwed over the Roselia Borealis and my job! I totally blew it when trying to secure the shoot, and I had to lie to my boss just to save my skin, but there's no coming back from this! The photographer's totally going to kill me for this."[break][break]
Usually, if people were talking about Rosalia, men especially, they didn't add on the 'over' in that sentence, but she also knew that the woman was a model prior to working as a Magic Knight, but still sometimes did when time allowed. She recalled that she had been in Kikka alongside her, however. The woman had been exceptionally kind to her and had even given her the means to defend herself early on. "...I see." Verena said, in thought, before taking a deep sigh.[break][break]
"...I might be able to help. You just need someone to model, right?" she asked.[break][break]
"Eh!? Eh, no way. I couldn't...! Besides, not just anyone gets to work with her! Do you even have any experience modeling?" the man scoffed.[break][break]
"...None. But as it is, you'll be fired, right? At least this way, you can pretend you found something. And, besides the point..." Verena began to say, sighing. "It should work out just fine. Just erm... contact the photographer, and inform him I'm on the way. Though... I request that my actual name not be used on the shoot. Think of it as... a stage name? Vérehn Volotémma should be fine."[break][break]
The man seemed frustrated, but he knew he had no choice. He had brought this on himself. Even still... "...I still need your actual name, miss. We cannot do the shoot with just anyone, after all. Honestly, I should be looking into you regardless."[break][break]
Verena was a little frustrated by this point, but it couldn't be helped. She understood where the man was coming from. "...Fine. Verena Reinsberg. But absolutely no usage of that name whatsoever."[break][break]
It had been some time since she had seen Rosalia. If she was modeling after what she personally felt was so soon, things must have been going well for her. And so, without any real idea of what she was getting herself into, the employee made arrangements for the shoot. He seemed quite uneasy, but it seemed as though things had been smoothed out.[break][break]
"...For both of our sakes, I ended up coming clean," the man admitted. "But fortunately, I still have a job. Somehow. I just need to get you down to the agency asap. I sure hope you have what it takes for this shoot."[break][break]
That was how it happened, but the woman at the moment still found it quite hard to believe she was here right now. Nervously walking through the door, she glanced around as she took notice of the various mages, clothing, and all other sorts of new things around.[break][break]
"Uhm..." she said as she looked around, removing her coat and hanging it up on a nearby hanger. "I'm Verena. Though, erm... I'd prefer not to use my actual name, or at the very least omitted from any crediting in the publication. My family is quite... stern if you will."[break][break]
The woman in question had a stunning figure. Without her coat, her womanly charms were on full display. She was slender in build, with a very noticeable hourglass figure. Her skin was fair, yet possessed an all too healthy glow. She didn't have any make-up on, yet her crimson eyes seemed to stand out all the more due to the faint rosy-colored cheeks. It was clear that now she was here, she was a little embarrassed. Even still despite her timid demeanor, the aptest word to describe her appearance would have been doll-like... if you were to ask a complete stranger, at least. Her brown hair had been trimmed, going down to her waist now instead, an exceptional difference from before. Unlike normally, however, it was tied in a ponytail instead of twin tails. Without her coat, the woman was wearing a skin-tight dark blue jumpsuit under a sleeveless black dress.[break][break]
"I apologize, this is my first time modeling... I'll make sure things run smoothly though, so just tell me what to do, and I'll make sure not to disappoint..."[break][break]
It would defeat the purpose, after all, to have offered to help if she didn't think she could do it. On the way, she had been informed of the theme, and she had almost reconsidered. Yet she adamantly decided against it, for reasons that she couldn't consciously fathom.
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COMBAT SUMMARY
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[attr="class","verenaver2scroll2"] TL;DR as one can expect, verena is terrified and embarrassed as all hell. [break][break]
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