TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
03.01
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01.28
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[googlefont="Hammersmith One"][googlefont="Raleway"]Her eyes brightened at the mention of Café Sonata, two words that rolled so easily in her tongue after so many so many calls and so many visits, but nevertheless words she did not expect Thalia Grayson to know not as two separate words but as a phrase. It may have been naïve, perhaps, to think that her little rabbit hole back home was one just like Alicia's, to think that nobody else would know about it; but finding that faceless nobody in a place so far away did send a strange chill down her spine. It made the reality of what she was doing completely crash in. "Yes," she found herself saying. Wonder danced in her blue irises as she tried to fight a battle between etiquette and her endless curiosity. "Yes, you are remembering correctly."
What a small world theirs was.
Etiquette seemed to be ahead for now, but the latter was more than determined to win. Erin smiled. She could swear she was trying to smile, at least, though it was entirely possible for the inner conflict to have taken over and overcome the smile with a grimace. Without a mirror to reflect her image in that moment, only her interlocutor, and perhaps the curious onlooker, could tell for sure.
"I understand if you may feel a sense of anxiety, Miss Caulfield. But please let me assure you that this is a personal meeting rather one of formality."
Despite Thalia's request, Erin could not completely shake off the feeling—no, the desire to please and impress. It was pretty much ingrained in her since the very moment she stepped into her kindergarten class, if not even before, which meant there was little hope of replacing it with a less stressful mindset. She tried, either way, while worry slowly crept into her mind. She could make lies on the spot and make them sound believable, but Erin was not a particularly good actress, particularly not when it came down to largely instinctual matters.
Fortunately for the younger woman, her companion decided it time to start their small feast off with, well, a drink Erin herself had never heard about before. That, and lava cookies, which she did know and rather enjoy—but then again, she was rather fond of virtually any sweets. Blue eyes blinked once, stranged. Then, as if an idea she thought way too good to pass up had just popped in her mind, which it did, girth returned to her face. "Absolutely," she said, tone serious but eyes twinkling playfully. She was looking at Thalia directly in the eyes now, for she knew her little charming act would not have had the same effect otherwise. Then, she added in her best business voice, "In that case, I feel obligated to admit that I've never had the pleasure of trying this Tapu Cocoa. Surely that won't kill my chances at working with you, will it?"
Post by ERIN CAULFIELD on Jan 14, 2017 9:01:52 GMT -6
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[googlefont="Hammersmith One"][googlefont="Raleway"]Erin was pleased. She had every reason to be pleased. All of her plans were well on their way to sailing, and she had procured herself a fairly inconspicuous spot in one of the two pillars of the Parallax faction—for one of its founders, no less. If she were someone else, she'd have thought herself quite lucky. She was none other than young heiress and business prodigy Erin Caulfield, though, and that meant luck had little to do with this outcome. It was simply the result of her months of planning and gathering intel and, well, throwing her father's money at this beautiful underwater city.
She was pleased, yet a surreptitious part of her felt something akin to disappointment bubbling up, as well. The fresh graduate realized this as she stepped down the private taxi she'd been relying on since her arrival in Irisia almost a week prior. Things hadn't only gone smoothly so far; they'd gone too smoothly. After the many hours of missed sleep, all-nighters pulled with the only purpose of making crazy deadlines, while also flying all around Unova to watch her father hard at work and learn the ropes of what would one day become her responsibility, this undisturbed, effortless progress was almost boring, if she may.
The sober banner of a small, cozy café and its quiet lobby music readily welcomed the lull of her high heels. As was customary for a well-educated young lady, she had made sure to arrive a good fifteen minutes earlier than the scheduled time, and made the chauffeur wait in the vicinity to make it seem like she had arrived just in time. Those minutes had served her to ponder her current situation, but they were up and she now had a more pressing matter to focus on. Pale blue eyes scanned the artful simplicity of the establishment as she offered a dimple-wielding hostess the name of whom she was there to meet, her soon-to-be boss.
Really, now, those dimples were dangerous. They made for a distracting sight. Erin could hardly handle the forged cheerfulness of the smile.
Following the hostess would be a far less excruciating task, as she was faced with the back of her satin dress and none of her milky facial features. To her relief, it was also an incredibly short one, for she came to a stop only a few tables farther inside, and gestured towards a woman who couldn't have been much older than herself. Mentally, Erin would have to commend her decision to meet in a rendezvous point as low-profile and conveniently placed, being at a walking distance from the PH Genetics offices, as this.
"Miss Grayson," she greeted courtly, quirking her lips up into a small smile and nodding at the woman. Her voice was clear but meek, a mix she only ever used when making first impressions, and with her father. Despite already having been through a formal interview, she was certain this slightly more casual little meet and greet would be evaluated just as the first. They weren't here just for tea and biscuits, though that was indeed a very good bonus; she had a co-founder to impress. "Lovely place—it reminds me somewhat of a café I used to frequent in Castelia." As she spoke, Erin took special care not to stare at those pair of irises even paler than her own, despite the curious child in her dying to do the exact opposite, and waited for her cue to sit down.
Post by ERIN CAULFIELD on Jan 12, 2017 12:18:42 GMT -6
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OFFICE DRAMA
A freshly graduated but terribly ambitious young lady whose search for new business opportunities has led her to the once thriving, now war-struck Lyeant, currently seeking a cool boss!
A CUTE INTERN
That's right! It absolutely means you can have your very own cute intern to slave around for you! Just as long as you don't mind her being highly opinionated, very bossy despite her entry position, and casually trying to steal your job from right under your nose, that is.
I know the premise may sound a bit silly, but I think there's potential for a lot of fun.
See, this girl's actually the heiress to a corporation all the way back in Unova, trying to infiltrate the ranks of Lyeant's current top companies in order to learn their know-how, learn how they operate from the inside. Of course, when asked, she will claim that she wants to prove her worth through her own capabilities and hard work and not for her family name. Being who she is, it is not all too hard to believe her.
Not picky with gender, face claim, or sexual orientation. Personality is completely up to the taker, though I'd love to discuss this as well as how their dynamic with Erin would work from the get-go, if possible. A Parallax canon would be highly preferred, but the only real requirement is for the character in question to be, well, an actual executive at a big-scale company in Irisia.
One very fun twist to this plot, out of many I'm open to discuss, could be having the two be ex-classmates. Having shared a classroom and being aware of the extents of each other's grades, they know who the other is, making it frustrating for Erin and potentially hilarious for the boss. A lot of teasing and purposefully giving her a number of trivial tasks to test her patience add to the fun.
Eventually I'll make this prettier and expand on the prompt more. For now, feel free to Contact me via PM or Discord!
Not picky with gender, face claim, or sexual orientation. Personality is completely up to the taker, though I'd love to discuss this as well as how their dynamic with Erin would work from the get-go, if possible. A 
