conversations: human
conversations:  For your own reasons you have taken up employment as a maid serving Edward Legerlin, the current head of the famous Legerlin family of mages, and you will be spending your foreseeable future as a resident at the Legerlin estate serving your new master. You were told to arrive at the front gates at eleven in the morning where you would meet your new employer however upon arriving at the gates you found who you could only assume were the other maids and no sign of the master.
  
  Beyond the heavy gate lies an immense garden with beautiful and exotic flowers growing in orderly rows, you think you can see a lake and forest and the center of the grounds slope gradually upwards creating a large hill that an old fashioned mansion sits atop. You can see no sign of the master or other servants moving around inside the estate.
  
  It appears the master is running late and you have no idea when he will show up, you are standing outside the front gates with the other new maids.
conversations: MoelVermillion:
conversations: human
conversations:  "What a day." Ezekiel looks out onto the beautiful landscape. "Well, I guess my mission starts now."
conversations: Orosboru:
conversations: human
conversations:  A small girl, who could look about 10-14 years old are standing near the gate as well. You could say that she resembles one of those french dolls a little. Her frilly headdress and white apron is overshined by her rainbow-colored dress.
  
  After seeing the surprising outfit, another surprise is noticed. She's got a tail.... and Feline ears! and the ears and tail looks quite real as well.
  
  Some of you would also notice that er skirt is, for a lack of a better word, short.... VERY short. So short that a breeze could reveal her 'unmeantionables'.
  
  It's first now that one would notice her gray hair, not oldgray, but rather a faded kind of silver or something close to it. Her blue eyes are almost sparkling with anticipation, but they still hint at her physical build might not show her true age. She doesn't look underdeveloped, but rather just very short.
conversations: Hemnon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Samantha sighed, head in her knees, kneeled before the gate, fingers wrapped around the bars. Her small, batlike wings were drooped and betrayed that she'd been there for quite a while. Her short, otherworldly glimmering silver hair failed to hide the disappointment and longing her fair, brown eyes held for a bed, or the frustration that was growing to show. Muttering, she spat out a small, pitiful "Why do I gotta wait here, what am I doing, I've lived here for.. How long, now? Just because I've got a new uniform and some actual hours I have to wait here with the fresh blood.." Samantha lazily turned her gaze behind her, coming to a casual stop at the new object of her attention, gracefully bobbing left and right as a smirk slowly spread across her honest face.
  
  Bolting towards the unsuspecting catgirl, Samantha closes the short distance as quickly as possible and with a grin attempts a daring skirt flip.
  
  (Athletics roll to close the distance and do the deed before Tamakishi notices should Hemnon attempt to resist.  (1d6)[ 3 ]  x4 my Athletics score)
conversations: KBF:
conversations: human
conversations:  Konoe Doesn't see or suspect the imminent skirt flip, she just stares into the garden, looking for the one she loved since university time (aka. she's in love with the master).
  
  ((gonna counter that with luck:  (1d6)[ 1 ]  x4 = [ 4 ]))
conversations: Hemnon:
conversations: human
conversations:  (Samantha's 12 versus Konoe's 4).
  
  Samantha successfully closes the distance and manages to lift the unsuspecting cat girl's skirt.
  
  (Konoe is going to gain 3 points of stress from this exchange.)
conversations: MoelVermillion:
conversations: human
conversations:  A cold breeze sweeps past her, now exposed, undergaments (they are pink with a teddybear on) Which causes her to jump into the air and land down on her behind.
  
  '' Ouch, that hurt.... '' Konoe complains as she gets back onto her feet.
conversations: Hemnon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Sarina sat in front of the gate, hunched over and head down, trying to make herself look like a part of the scenery. However, with her very low position, it provided her with a great view of heaven (panty shot). Immediately, she sunk her head lower but no one could mistake that metallic smell and the thin red line running from her nose.
conversations: Altarus:
conversations: human
conversations:  Kyouko was waiting. Rather impatiently, might I add. Edward was missing. He should not be missing. To be forced to be subservient to another was humiliating enough for a daughter of the Himegawa family. To be forced to wait for him to get off his lazy ass and be greeted is just adding insult to punishment. No, clearly, he had some emergency that delayed him that simply could not avoided. Like, being kidnapped. And not just by any old kidnappers. By ninja's. The Master has been kidnapped by ninja's. That is the only acceptable explanation for his lateness.
  
  Ignoring the obvious question of whether ninja's actually exist in this day and age (and the antics of the maids around her), Kyouko flipped open her cell phone and spoke clearly into it.  "It's me. The laboratory has been compromised by the Men in Black. Initiate Plan Bravo Alpha Delta 243. Post haste. Repeat. The laboratory has been compromised by the Men in Black. Initiate Plan Bravo Alpha Delta 243. Post haste. Over." 
conversations: catchthesun:
conversations: human
conversations:  Without warning the ground beneath the maids begins to rumble violently, a point of purple light appears on the ground which quickly shoots out in rays to a form a hexagram shape. The rumbling and light continue to intensify until with a bright flash a figure appears in the center of the symbol.
  
   "Ah! I'm sorry I'm so late everyone! I... uh... something came up..."  A young man stands in front of you, he is tall and thin with messy brown hair, his eyes are heavily blood shot with huge black bags under them and he looks as though he has just woken up. He is dressed in a long brown robe and he is wearing a shabby pointed leather hat on his head. His right arm is extended up over his head and his hand is grasped firmly around what appears to be a mechanical leg. This man is your new employer, Edward Legerlin.
  
   "Sorry... ummm... oh right!"  The man lowers his arm down from above his head and assumes a more relaxed pose.  "I am Edward Legerlin, I assume you're all here for the maid job... uh... I recognize some of you already but uh... for the others... I am the master of this household, I guess you'll be working for me... any questions?"  The young man shifts uncomfortably and looks around as if hes not quite sure what to say.
conversations: MoelVermillion:
conversations: human
conversations:  Konoe almost flies back up to a standing position, in her wish to greet her master properly. In the blink of an eye, she is standing infront of Edward and bows with her hands held infront of her apron. (uses teleport)
  
  '' Hello again Ed-I-mean, Master, It's so nice to see you again i've missed you so much! ''
  Her eyes are sparkling like crystals and her tail is held high (this causes her skirt to be lifted up behind her, which shows the other maids her lovely undergarments yet again.
conversations: Hemnon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Edward's atypical casual entrance unfortunately forces Samantha's attention away from messing with the curious cat tail, and the boring pushover girl it's attached to, and back to other matters. As she paces towards the master, Samantha smacks the back of the gossiping girl's head.  "Nothing happened, no government agents involved, he's just a hopelessly lazy idiot." 
  
  She stops in front of the frighteningly exhausted man.  "Oh, Ed. It's wonderful to see how well you're resting lately. Really just wonderful, it's wonderful repentance. Listen, I've been waiting here with these boring.. Er.. Uh."  Her eyes inevitably drifted to the, uh.  "What's uh.. What's with the appendage..?" 
conversations: KBF: