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If anything, Amadier had expected more.
Amadier observed the other new employees from the back of the crowd with an disinterested expression. Honestly with how open this job application was he expected there to be many more new creatures for him to
Amadier's eyes snapped toward Patch as he began speaking. All of this and a doll. He'd be surprised if he tasted of anything more than fabric and wool. Still Amadier listened as Patch and then Naffteef introduced themselves and told that the master wished to meet them.
"Well if the master wants us what are we waiting for?" Amadier asked with a raised eyebrow. The comment had come across with a hint more snark than he intentioned. He still was unsure how he felt about working under a master. Folding his arms behind his back he walked through the crowd and tried to beckon the others to move. He raised an eyebrow as he stopped beside Patch.
"After you." He said with a sidelong glance at patch.
Human in appearance with the physical prowess of a celestial warrior, the two girl were scouting. Possible exits. Hiding spots. Anything in particular that could be of use in the future. When the boy-Patch?- walked away, they straightened up. Time to act normal. Just normal human maids. If only that were true.
Maude scratched the inside of her wrist, but Blythe reached out and grabbed her hand. She shook her head once. If Maude kept scratching, she would break her skin. Where would they be then? She glanced at the three strange creatures out of the corner of her eye.
It had always been a speculation that her and Blythe weren't the only odd ones out, but she never imagined they could be so... strange... At least the sisters looked human enough. You know, without their wings and stuff. They only used that to intimidate people though.
She perked up when the boy returned. He was mysterious. Adorable, really. His stutter seemed to emphasize that point. She hoped they could be friends. She and Blythe had never had friends before.
Dim looked around blankly at the people. They were all so... different. Dim floated and tried to make himself appear as transparent as possible. He wasn't really interested in getting to know any of them. To be totally frank he didn't really want to be in this room either though. In fact he didn't quite know why he was brought into this room. He didn't want to risk angering the doll though, so he decided to stay for now. These people might be able to interest him until he could return to the garden though.
Taking a breath, he brightened as he floated towards the orc in metal armor. He didn't know why he chose him. Probably because he introduced himself first. Floating near the Naffteef's head he subtly cleared his throat.
"I'm Dim. Dim Etree. Pleased to meet you." The introduction came out dry and quiet, but was soon overpowered by the call of the purple man. Dim only half listened, still confused on how what they were saying pertained to him. When they finished Dim questioned whether he should repeat the introduction, or just back away to let others talk.
"Glad we could have this talk." He whispered as he floated toward the back of the group.
As they prepared to leave Dim told him he was glad to have this talk before he floated back to the group. As he followed Patch to the masters room, he watched as Patch called out to the master before knocking on the door and opening it only for his head to be separated from his body. He could only watch in slight horror as the poor lad in front of him had been decapitated and was prepared to strike down the master for killing a innocent person, but he noticed something was off and that something was that there was no blood and then he saw something that surprised him. The decapitated head began to talk again like nothing has happened and with that he no longer had the urge to go beat up the master.
"Sister..." Blythe said quietly, her tone a bit overprotective.
"Alas," Maude shook her head. "I fear I'll have to return you to your body. Do you need any help with the sewing? I'm a bit rusty, but I feel as though I could manage that much."
She knew she was talking too much, but she rarely cared about that. She had to do enough talking for both Blythe and herself, after all. It was how the two of the worked. It was how they would always work. "Where are the servant's quarters, anyways?"
Amadier looked up from his nails as Patch reentered the room clutching...his own severed arm. Amadier continued to stare at this until the group started to leave the room. With his arms folded neatly behind his back he admired the various halls and art they passed. It certainly qualified as a manor but once again Amadier found his expectations lacking. Where was the grand filigree and elegant atmosphere he had seen in images of other mansions. With a silent sigh Amadier returned his attention to Patch and the motions of the group. He supposed the dark wood and long red carpets had their own charm to them.
Amadier watched critically as Patch stuttered an explanation as he prepared to open the door. Why this boy seemed to be in a constant state of nervousness confused. Sure he was in the company of total strangers, but none of us would be daft enough to attack with the master on the other side of the door.
Amadier noticeably tightened as he watched patch's severed head fall onto the floor. Patch had described the master as odd. Odd didn't begin to cover it. A knife in a gun fight could be odd. Decapitation as a form of greeting was preposterous, deranged, insane!?
"I've been employed by a psychopath." He muttered under his breath before noticing that patch's decapitated head still move and spoke. That was odd.
After the master's brief welcome, the group prepared to leave down another hall. Amadier quick-stepped forward to ensure he wasn't in the back. Patch may survive a flying axe in the back, but he certainly wouldn't. He walked next to Naffteef as he began to collect himself. The master certainly wasn't one he looked forward to spending time with.
He listened to the groups prattle while casting sidelong glances behind himself. Only the ghost floated behind him. Amadier offered a smile that was unperceived by the ghost. Amadier turned back to the others with a nod.
"Sorry you had to carry me." said patch from one of the girl's arm.
"Were we meant to roll your head here instead? Don't mention it. You were quite beside yourself." He smiled inwardly at the half joke.
"Is this a normal occurrence in the manor?" Asked Amadier as he gestured between Patch's head and body.
Blythe shot her sister a scolding look. Why were they here again? She'd much rather be out and about doing what they used to do and she could hardly understand why Maude had chosen maids of all things. Maybe because they cleaned up their own messes? Perhaps it wouldn't be so hard, but they had so much money in reserve. Illegal money, she reminded herself. They could use it in the black market, but it didn't go much further than that.
"I imagine you have gone through quite a lot of staff," Maude commented absently and Blythe shook her head. She rolled her arms; the boy's body was heavier than it looked. Maybe she was tired from the long journey. This would usually be nothing for her.
"Truly a comforting interjection." Amadier flashed her a forced smile. He resisted the urge to turn around and check the hall for the master. He refused to accept the idea that he was afraid of his employer despite the trembling of his wrist. Noting patch's silence, Amadier decided to drop the subject. He entertained himself by finding synonyms for the word courage.
As they reached the room, the others seemed to immediately occupy themselves with finding a bed. He might have been disturbed at the lack of privacy, but the proximity to the things he wanted to taste compensated for that. He watched as Naffteef spread a blanket in the corner of small room. Another thing Amadier noticed is that there were certainly more beds than people. traces of a better time perhaps. Still standing in the doorway he looked around at the different beds until he found the one that seemed lowest to the ground. Whoever had this bed last must have weighed it down considerably. Kneeling down he looked under the bed at the deep shadows before popping up and nodding. Taking the blanket from on the bed he followed Naffteef's lead and spread it at the foot of his bed. He kicked as much of the blanket under it as possible before turning on his heel. Onto other matters.
"Well now that most of us are situated, perhaps we should get to know each a bit more?" Amadier addressed the room.
"Patch, Naffteef," he gestured to each of them respectively before casting a sweeping gesture over himself. "Amadier Pilotzin."
He turned to the two girls and addressed them in his most cordial greeting. He extended a hand as if to receive theirs with a kiss.
"And who might you two fine ladies be?"
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