Limbo

Limbo, a metropolis of massive size and equal scope. They say that there are cities perfect for getting lost in, but they never go as far as to tell you what could happen afterward. This is a complex world. One moment you could be in a bar, hitting on the pretty girl. The next, you're in a dark alley, as a Pagan God feasts on you to continue its own existence. Because that's the way it works, you can disappear here, but it might be a little more literal than you imagined. Such a place attracts these types, things often known to the public as mythical monsters and creatures. From miles away, you can spot the Natas Building, sitting in the direct center of Limbo, watching over it. Having survived for over a hundred years, the building acts as the Headquarters for many different Agency's, Corporations, and anything with a stake in Limbo. But, for its hundred years, the building has had a tradition, no matter how many renovations and tours it conducts, no one is allowed on Floor 66, except for clients. Location of the Stol and Madden Law Firm, at least that's what it says on the lease. The monsters that the public are blinded to, but always exposed to, have more to fear from that floor than they realize. Within its walls, people so violent and deadly, that they reflect the fear right back at those meant to strike it. They are the Zombie Associates of Stol and Madden, and they will hunt anything... so long as the price is right.

The Floor was large, consisting of a dozen different rooms. When you emerge from the elevator there are two desks sitting at a slant on each side of the immediate room. Two women, with identical faces but distinctively different styles greet you, Reah and Tesiah. To the left is the are where Stol and Madden conduct business. Overall, it looks like a normal business office. No cubicles, but three different rooms. One with Stol, one with Madden, and one with Associates labeled on the doors. Stol and Madden had nearly identical offices. Just a simple desk with multiple cabinets and photos with the biggest movers-and-shakers in the city. The Associate office was completely different.. There was a phone, a couch, and just a 4x8 board with recent jobs on it. The limit for this board was targets 100 souls and under. The reason for this was because exactly opposite this was three room on the other side of Floor 66. One was labeled storage, which consisted of numerous weapons, including some mythical ones for "special" assignments. At this constant location was the Black Market dealer, a shady woman who seemingly has very little connection with anyone save for Madden. The next room was labeled Exercise room, but was actually a bar tended by a nameless man who seems to have every drink known to man, and that's just on the shelf. There is a door where he states there are drinks he learned from years of studying monsters and their "habits". Finally, the last room is where 100 souls and greater jobs are. These must be reported to Madden or Stol before pursuing for reasons they won't give. They ensure this rule is never broken, by only giving the last known location after they are told about the job. While the jobs on the main board are numerous, only three are featured on this board at the moment;

Species: Phoenix
Reward: 180 Souls
Recommended:
Visit to Arms Dealer before pursuing.
1 or more Associates to take as back up.

Species: Faery
Subspecies: Kelpie
Reward: 100 Souls
Recommended:
1 or more Associates to take as back up.

Species: Pagan God
Known Name: Baldr
Reward: 150 Souls
Recommended:
High value target, will likely know Associate is coming.
1 or more Associates to take as back up.

At present moment, Stol and Madden sit in Stol's office, joking and not doing much, which many Associates soon realize is the norm. Rhea brushes her long hair, while Tesiah searches for a handbag online. For now, things are business as usual. No Associate has arrived at the offices yet, but Mondays can even get to the undead.

Andrew ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head slightly to one side to make sure it looked alright. Yes, it passed his examination. The man turned away from the shop window he'd been shamelessly using as a mirror. To amuse himself he blinked, flashing his eyes yellow at a couple of innocents walking past and wolf whistled at a pretty young woman across the street. She gave him the finger and he smirked. The morning crowd seemed grouchy today. Andrew was positively chipper though. He'd decided that he was going to do nothing today. Oh, perhaps he'd find some low level thing to kill and then take on of it's useless talents, or pretend to begin pursuing something else and actually go for a drink.

Ahh, the joys of this not-life.

The tall lean man buoyantly sprung up the steps to the building, steps he'd ascended so many times before. Every day for...hell, he didn't know how many years it had been. Not that it much mattered. Wilkes took the stairs, he always took the sixty six flights of stairs up to the proper floor. It was how he kept himself fit. When he emerged, the first thing he saw were the pretty twin faces, both sitting at their desks.

"Hello, doll-face." He said to the one pulling a brush through her sleek hair. Then he looked over at the other one, who was intent on her computer screen and gave her a smile, but didn't say anything to her. he was still healing from a recent snubbing from the pretty fox. it'd take a bit for him to regain his natural humor with her. Like a dog getting quills shoved into his muzzle. He'd be back soon enough though.

The dark haired confederate ambled by the two without waiting for a response, he didn't often expect one, and into the room with the hundred plus list. He examined in for a few seconds, talking to himself. "Ooh, there's a kelpie, that'd be three hundred souls. What would I want from a bugger like that though." He rubbed his chin in thought before looking at the other two.

"Oh, a pagan God. Baldr." he wrapped his mouth awkwardly around the Nordic name. "Why can't that have normal type names?" He said with an exaggerated sigh and a shake of his head. Then he turned back into the hall and into the other room. He found none of those creatures satisfactory either, so he ambled back to the hall and looked around for someone interesting to torment or flirt with. He ran his hand through his hair again, ruffling it past it's windswept state and into his hard-at-work look. he was hard at work, slacking off. Sometimes that was harder than just giving up and killing a whole bunch of creatures, to tell the honest truth. But still easier than fighting with worn shoes and no food. Everything was easier than that.

Zane walked into the elevator and pressed the button labeled "Floor 66: Stol and Madden Law Firm". He had to hold his staff like a walking stick in the elevator, it made him feel old. Of course, he didn't really have a good perception of time. At least he was the one of the first of the Associates to work this time, it seemed, as the door opened to a floor with only three rooms. He went straight for the room with the good catches, noticing a phoenix at the very top of bulletin board.

Visit the Arms Dealer, huh? Alright, then. It said to take backup, too, but Zane ignored it. He was a little eager to get this job started, wondering what ability he should take after kicking the bird's blazing behind. As he approached the designated staff and asked for more info on the phoenix, Zane was thinking about how literally anything a phoenix had, he'd find useful. Maybe he should just take the ability to turn into one, or the flaming wings. Perhaps the ability to resurrect from ashes? No, he'd be immune to fire anyways. A hollow bone structure would leave him more fragile, but he'd be much faster and he could pull himself back together anyways. Being able to turn into living fire would be awesome, too.

"Hello, dollface." He'd recognize the voice of Andrew Wilkes anywhere, or at least when the man was flirting and trying to blow off work. Granted, most of his time was spent accumulating an even bigger debt, but even then he still managed to keep a lower debt than Zane. Better to just ignore him for now.