BladeRunner

"Got it," Amon replied. He wasn't necessarily sure as to what to ask next, his mind was still in somewhat a bit of a haze. With not a whole lot say or whatever topic to bring up, Amon merely asked Vanilla, "So I guess I'm all out of questions. Where do we go from here?" It was quite clear the guy was lost, and it was moreso due to his question. He didn't usually deal with people like this, interviews, sure, but normally he expected a room with a manager or regional trainer on the other side of a desk, sitting expectantly. Suffice to say everything caught Amon in off guard, from the casualness of the woman before him to the room, he'd even expected the hotel to look... Well, normal. Amon would then continue, "I mean, if you want to stay be my guest, if you need to leave I'm not against it..." "What are you doing!" Amon's subconsciounce yelled. "I was... I'm wanting to ask... If you're available tonight...?" Amon said, trying to carefully ask that question without freaking out nor without acting like a bull in a China shop. The breakup with his ex left Amon feel free but exposed, a bit of trauma in the mix for good measures, but enough time passed that he recovered from it mostly. There was still some to go through, but time will repair that.

For every penny Amon lost it around a girl he thought looked good when speaking his mind by mistake, he'd certainly be rich. However his last relationship was what did it to him. He couldn't as so much compliment her at any time because she was always around her friends, and it eventually, and nearly, turned abusive. Though before it could really take off Amon found out she was cheating on him and it just broke the camel's back. Why he didn't leave sooner was beyond him. "Alright" Amon managed trying to regain some sense of composure, nearly missing the compliment Vanilla gave. It wasn't right, he thought, for a man to act this way although she said it was "cute." Her giggles and laughter made the man ease his stress, and it was blatantly clear he that one mess up and he would grow frantic. Well, if this was a mess. Amon began to grow more relaxed once more until his shoulders were fully slumped, the woman in front of him sitting down on the couch. What he meant by experience was simply the work she does around here, what thought popped into his head was something different. With a sigh of relief that he didn't scare Vanilla away, Amon said, "I'm... Sorry about my fuss. There was someone who messed me up good awhile back and it's kinda left me in... A not so liquid state, of you catch my drift. But before I go badgering on again, when can I start with the defense team? Or my training rather."

Amon listened to what Vanilla said and smiled at the thought of hunting again. But he mentally grimaced at the thought of, "As long as the things dead, I don't care what you use." Just what the hell were they hunting? Velociraptors?! His eyes grew a bit wider as Amon realized she said napalm. He was praying that maybe there was some sort of virus that the animals were far more vicious than usual, and that they had to use any means necessary to protect the people. With a short cough to help clear his thoughts, and the dry throat, Amon joked nervously, "J-jeez! It's as if you're waging a war!" Amon then steeled himself and gained a but of that lost composure with the question, "So how long have you been here for? You seem quite experienced for someone who's pretty-" Fuck! Amon chastised himself, dear Lord for all he knew she could already have a boyfriend, he thought before quickly continuing, "-Pretty... Pretty experienced!" There was no covering that up. And the guy beat himself up for it. Jesus, if he had a penny for every time he complimented a woman he'd be rich! Though, oblivious, he was quite honest about his thoughts no matter how sweet, or brutal, they were. He might as well say, "Hey! We just met and I'm horny, wanna fuck?" Or perhaps, "Sup sugartits, let me make myself obvious and be a downright pervert!" Good grief, Amon had a lot to handle with himself alone. That was when he noticed the blood rush to his face, the warmth making his cheeks and causing a hard blush. He screwed up and was embarrassed before backpedaling and quickly saying in rapid succession, "I-I mean you are pretty I'm not trying to flirt with you or anything! I don't know if you have a boyfriend or not IDontWannaOffendYouOrAnything!"

Amon nodded as Velvet left the room, understanding she had a job to do and such. To him it was a good thing these people had training before diving into the fray, otherwise he'd most likely be screwed. And to get some hands-on experience was a great thing too, however it puzzled him what Vanilla meant by world. Jeez, Amon knew he was from another country but maybe these folks really considered places like his another world on its own... Well, maybe she was right about that. "Huh... That's actually pretty neat," Amon said considering everything that was explained, "I'm pretty glad y'all have something for the new hires to go through instead of throwing them into the skillet." It was clear Amon wasn't worried about any of it. He was fit for something like this clearly by looking at his body, and he had a sudden spark in his eyes. He was eager, hungry to get started... After he unpacks and get some rest. The guy was still tired from the unfortunate nights stuck in that damn ship with those drunk sailers, with what their partying and boisterous attitudes. Not that Amon minded, it was that they treated him like trash and a few times a crew mate or two got tossed overboard. Amon would lean against the back of the couch that was just across from Vanilla, relaxing a bit as to not seem too eager or mistakingly nervous, "If you don't mind my asking, what kind of beasts are to be expected? And what kind of weapons are generally used against them?" From his peripheral vision Amon ate Vanillas form up, she was in front of him so he needed not glance down and up at her. Though, he still dealt with a heartbreak, there was nothing wrong with looking. Shit, Velvet was pretty nice to look at as well, however he didn't just look down and engorge the mere sight of an ass or tits, get lost in dirty daydreams like some pervert. His mind was focused mostly on the job, however little intrusions like this were allowed in his book. However Vanilla may not notice Amons little glimpses as he kept his eyes focused upward at her face... Her noticing him would take hell of a lot of luck if not a some grand sense of perception. Why was he like this?

With a, "Thank you," In response to Vanillas compliment Amon shut the door behind him from prying ears. He began to take note of the woman before him, how she acted so... Casually, which was probably what he needed instead of the formal and strict attitude. Well, she was on the clock, so her acting this might not be acceptable, however before Amon could ask about the new job Velvet corrected Vanillas act. Amon took Vanillas hand in a firm handshake, unaware of his own strength. He let go of it and said, "It's nice to meet you Vanilla, including you too Velvet." Getting his mind into the business set however, Amon realized this wasn't necessarily "meet and greet" rather he figured Vanilla was here to fill him in on the type of job taken. And- holy hell her hand was soft! He'd began to wonder about the lotions or body washes she used but focused on the task at hand. Last thing he needed was to take up too much of their time. He walked around the counter and into the kitchen where Velvet was still unwrapping dishware and began his own assault on the wrapped glasses and plastics. "So about the job I'm taking," Amon began, "What's it all about? I know it's hunting and that jazz, but what can you tell me about it?"

With that said, Amon felt at ease. Jesus, he'd hoped he wasn't in the dungeon anytime soon tempting as it didn't sound. He was even more relaxed when Velvet told him that he could do as he pleased with the place, if that was the case a cactus and pepper garden might just come to pass in the next month or so. Although Amon would certainly need to make sure he kept his job, and hopefully it paid it's employees well. Minimum wage employment was a bitch, luckily he's had a better paying job nine times out of ten, it would still suck. Granted hunting might provide a decent pay, if not good, and pretty well benefits, he was still intrigued as to how the rent was free. It still struck Amon odd but he let it go, no use in trying to answer the same question over and over. Whatever was lurking in the jungle must have been pretty bad if they needed a hunting party, most likely tigers and other predatory animals... Whatever was just as dangerous than a tiger. Maybe he could skin the animals and sell the pelts? No, no that would be wrong, tigers were endangered... Maybe, and if they were he'd doubt there would be any on this island. Hearing the knock at the front door, Amon obliged when Velvet asked him to answer it. Moving through a clear space Amon made his way to the door and once he opened it he was greeted with Vanillas form. He stepped aside and gestured her to come in, "Velvet's in the kitchen. Come on in."

Amon paused. Surely she was joking about the dungeons, right. He began to stack the plates next to the sink, dust and dirt covering them from the trip to the island. He threw the bubble wrap and newspaper back into the box, dumping it later into a trash can much later when he got the chance. He'd consider much of the "reeducation" that was told obscurely, and he shivered at the thought of what Velvet meant. Amon thought his stay might be cut short sooner if these people were cultists or just plain insane. Trying find something to quickly change the subject, Amon, after a moment asked, "Do you allow gardens? Not like flowers but actual vegetables and fruits of the sorts? I didn't know of this island receives shipments from a mainland or if you have your own crops growing. I'd actually like to start something small, I didn't know if you were against it."

Amon stated at the window, looking at the sea that was far away from this view. He'd never personally been to a place like this, a coastal area at the ocean, a hotel as good as this one seemed for now. Once he gets a place settled Amon considered giving this hotel a five star review just from what he's seen between the condition of the building and it's staff. Why there weren't more people was beyond him... Perhaps under normal circumstances it was really expensive and right now they were doing something as a holiday giveaway... Along those lines. Amon's attention was turned to Velvet, his thoughts clearly interrupted but shown no signs of aggravation. He looked around to see what needed unpacking first, and from tote to crate he considered each one before settling on the kitchen material. He walked over and hefted the heavy thing, mentally thanking God that he was fit for lifting such weight. Amon then carried it to the open kitchen where he set the large crate on the island, opening it up. As he began to unpack bubble and newspaper wrapped dishware Amon replied to Velvet, "I don't mind at all. And I considered asking you for help but honestly, that would be plain rude, but thanks for the offer. Say, do you get a lot of... "Frisky," patrons? Like the more aggressive or entitled one's. From what I've seen so far people here are pretty laxed, I've yet to see anyone not... Well, nice." ((It's chill))

((Bumping as just a reminder, not rushing anyone @Lollipop))

Amon thanked Velvet a bit shyly, not used to the help but was certainly thankful of it. As he listened Amon expression became a puzzled one and stated, "No offense but... You're talking about the front girl down there... Vanilla right? I shouldn't assume, I just didn't think she had it in her." Amon's statement was a typical one, however it didn't have any doubt in it which meant he didn't take this as a joke. Some people are shy and nice but deep down there's always something lurking beneath the skin, much like himself. But like with any opinion it's either to be agreed upon, added to, or opposed or left alone. Looking down at his key, Amon saw the numbers 334 and questioned just what "magic" she was talking about. For all he knew maybe the staff was aware of Amons coming and viewed information on him, getting a general ideal of what he likes. Nodding as he stopped and spotting the numbered door, he slipped the key in and turned it, the clicking signifying it's unlocking. "That's actually fine by me. I honestly can't wait to get started, well, as soon as I'm done unpacking and doing of resting. That ship those drunk dild- sailors was not the best I've been on." Amon admitted, showing a clear disdain to the ship he arrived on. Once Amon opened the door he saw the blinds were opened, and the room in front of him was... Surprisingly perfect. The room was nothing fancy at all save for the walls and flooring, as matter of fact the living room was quite normal, smelling of lemon pinesol. The ground before was was made of smooth marble stone instead of carpet, however about twelve feet into the room the stone flooring ended with the twenty-five foot length of dark hardwood flooring, a dark brown leather couch in the center with an end table on either side of it. In front of the couch was a dark wood table with a remote on it, a 72" bulky TV against an accented wood wall of different shades of earthly tones. The rest of the walls were blue on the East and West walls while the South was an eggshell white. On the right were two openings, a hallway leading down to five bedrooms and another doorless room; the kitchen. Amon looked around and took a deep breath. He'd always wanted a house like this, built next to an ocean or massive roaring rivers. But that'll come later. He carted the luggage to the center of the room and took the objects from Velvet, setting them on the couch. He looked around again and spotted more of his crates and boxes in a corner, ease rushing along his shoulders and mind. This was actually a lot more than expected, regardless he had guest in his room who helped him out. "Thank you for your help and all. And I really appreciate the job opportunity you gave me." Amon said, unsure whether Velvet would stay for Vanilla or of she had more duties to attend.

So a quick question, and one that might be a common one. For our characters are we just posting pictures instead of actual sheets?

@Lollipop

Amon signed the sheet, not a perfectionist at cursive but it was definitely readable. He smiled at the new staff member and nodded, picking up his luggage and dragging the cart behind him. Things seemed to be looking up, all it took was losing a girlfriend and moving away from his country, and now he had a job?! Things couldn't have been any sweeter. Though he questioned if he'd missed the staff members carry the luggage or maybe they haven't done it yet... Then again this woman stated the items were up there, so he didn't doubt it. Getting into the elevator, Amon pressed a series of buttons, numbers that matched his key. 334, Room 334, not a bad number but hell of a height of someone asked him. He made sure there was plenty space for the staff member to hop in before the doors closed. "Man, can't believe this place," Amon stated more to himself, "So about this job, what exactly do you need hunting? I mean, if the animals here are vicious then I completely understand," Amon then paused for a moment before shock hit him, "I'm sorry! My manners kind of slipped me! My name is Amon, it's nice to meet y'all." @Lollipop

Combat...? She must mean hunting. If it were hunting a few predators then that was fine, so long as they weren't on the endangered watchlist Amon was fine with helping. He smiled to the red haired woman and said, "I actually used to hunt bug game where I came from. I think something exciting actually sounds great!" Poor Amon, if only he actually knew just what he was getting involved in. Though Mountain Lions and Bears were something he certainly took down before, Amon had no clue what was really in the jungle. Best to leave it a surprise. Getting a better grip on his luggage, Amon told the red haired woman, "Let me get my stuff to my room, and we can talk a little further about this?" @Lollipop

((Though it may not get a reply at all, bumping this harder than a sledgehammer to the balls))

Mmm... I feel like the apothecary and Trixie would be a good matchup. And I understand if it's purely just romance 1 V. 1. I'm down with that. Now should I present a character sheet or perhaps just play the character for you to figure out?

Well, in regards to that, I thought of a scenerio between a new Royal Guard or a local apothecary and... Whoever your pick is. I'm not picky. Though I will say I do not do feral characters (like how the characters look in the show) and will only play anthro characters. Who were you thinking of playing as?

Currently craving an MLP Rp. Be willing to play with someone.

((Sorry if I keep tagging you. This won't let me get rid of your tag and it's a little annoying)) Nodding out of kindness, Amon was extremely confused of magic she mentioned. He took the pen in hand and signed his name in the best handwriting possible, though not knowing how to write cursive. Finishing his name as, "Amon Vale," He slid the two contents toward her and said, "Thank you. And I would like that, please." By now Amon noticed that the woman seemed... A bit fidgety, maybe nervous? Curious, Amon was about to ask if she was okay but refrained from it. He didn't want to be rude and assume anything, maybe that was the way she was? He didn't want to ponder upon it, it really wasn't his business anyhow. Though, Amon couldn't help but think that she was... cute. As oblivious as he was, Amon noticed certain things here and there. @Lollipop

The treacherous walk up the flights of stairs were thankfully avoided. This hotel had elevators and they were utilized, a lot, and in that matter Amon was able to actually meet two of the staff here. The hotel was nicer than most, clearly he could tell these people actually cared about this establishment and not leave it to complete shit. Vanilla, who worked as the clerk of the hotel and seemed nervous as hell, and Velvet who actually seemed quite nice. What made this even better was the fact that Amon scored a new job! Hunting and clearing dangerous animals it appeared, most likely the large island had some pretty nasty creatures to deal with. Elk, Mountain Lions, Coyotes, he's hunted a lot of them and knew the risks involved. Still, it never deterred Amon from a good hunt, but never would he ever hunt an endangered species. That would be really bad. In any case the elevator stopped as the door gave a little automatic ring, the doors opened into a vast hallway of spaced doors. For the past few minutes he was talking to the employee Velvet about his hunting job. A defense team seemed to be at play as well but if they were having trouble then certainly they needed all the help they would need, even if it were just one man. "Velvet's a pretty name," Amon stated as a compliment, "And it sounds they this Defense Force needs a lot of help then." "Ladies first." Amon gestured Velvet, who he'd been talking to for the past minutes. Though it was clear Amon wanted to handle the luggage on his own he wasn't opposed to help at all. Then again, he was weird about people touching his stuff. Amon, in his innocence, was simply being nice, his oblivious nature clearly void of ant flirtatious acts. He was always taught to be a gentleman to a lady and to be fair and civil toward other men. @Lollipop ((When you've got the time, I goofed up and didn't ping you for in here.))

Fandoms I generally play: MLP, Steven Universe, Elder Scrolls, Dark Souls, Pokemon, Star Wars, I don't mind Disney but with any of these fandoms I play custom characters inside them Fandoms I refuse to play: Simpsons, Family Guy/American Dad, and anything related to those. If I have anymore I'll edit this.

Why thank you. And I did have a question. Would it be alright to have custom characters? I know the point of this is canon characters, but I would be utilizing OCs from said universes (like say a Bandit Chief from Elder Scrolls, a Hollow/Reaper from Bleach, etc. etc.)