Timestamp: 4th of Ymiden, Hot Cycle, 716th Arc
Yesterday, the day Dmitri had visited the Office of Citizen's Committee, had passed in preparing for today, the day Dmitri was to visit Imp Pressions, to apply for employment. Thankfully Vasily had accepted, and approved of, Dmitri's version of how the conversation went down with Peter Mead, a defining factor in how their plan would evolve from here on out, if Dmitri had somehow messed up and gotten advice to apply for pretty much any job that wouldn't be beneficial to their endeavors, master Vasily would have been less than pleased, something Dmitri had learned to avoid at all costs, even lying. Which is why Dmitri had modified his version slightly, leaving out the part where Peter spoke of the disappearance of a certain someone before him. Someone who had applied for a similar function that Dmitri had so carelessly spoken of, governmental assistant or whatever the exact words he had chosen, it was completely absurd and out of the blue, for someone who had barely been in Etzos long enough to know his way around the city...
Dmitri could only hope that he had successfully defused the situation when Peter tried to poke and wake the bear by mentioning that person had been a sorcerer of sorts. Hoping for the best, without taking action, was nowhere near his style, but he was unable to come up with a solution to make sure Peter Mead wouldn't go ahead and alert someone. Worst-case scenario would be if he already done so, a scenario Dmitri didn't have the courage to think about for too long. Shedding his doom-thinking, he brushed imaginary dust-bunnies from his clothes and stroked his trimmed beard one last time before checking his pockets if he had the Interview Permit, as well as the map he had recently purchased, with him before setting out towards Imp Pressions.
As he crossed bending streets, turning left and right wherever he was supposed to, he nearly bumped into someone on more than one occasion; Unsurprising considering he was still learning the ropes of quickly and proficiently reading charted maps, Dmitri walked around with his nose close to the parchment, and a finger tracing the route he was taken at any given time. Fortunately none of the people he barely managed to avoid headbutting, were agressive, so with a quick apology before turning back to the map and tracing the shortest route to Imp Pressions, until he finally saw a fancy metallic board, placed above Imp Pression's entry, fittingly styled as the was printed or engraved into the metal, Dmitri was lacking knowledge in what the difference is between the two styles, which might not be appropriate considering the business he wants to get employed by...Granted, Peter Mead did assure him that he wasn't expected to assist in that sense, the owner of Imp Pressions was looking for another type of assistance, thankfully!
As he entered Imp Pressions, map stashed away within his vest and replaced with the Interview Permit that was given yesterday, he glanced around but couldn't spot anyone at first sight. Frowning lightly, he wondered what to do in this situation, he couldn't spot any bell on the counter, so he just asked out loud, to nobody and everybody: "Hello? Anyone around?!"
Yesterday, the day Dmitri had visited the Office of Citizen's Committee, had passed in preparing for today, the day Dmitri was to visit Imp Pressions, to apply for employment. Thankfully Vasily had accepted, and approved of, Dmitri's version of how the conversation went down with Peter Mead, a defining factor in how their plan would evolve from here on out, if Dmitri had somehow messed up and gotten advice to apply for pretty much any job that wouldn't be beneficial to their endeavors, master Vasily would have been less than pleased, something Dmitri had learned to avoid at all costs, even lying. Which is why Dmitri had modified his version slightly, leaving out the part where Peter spoke of the disappearance of a certain someone before him. Someone who had applied for a similar function that Dmitri had so carelessly spoken of, governmental assistant or whatever the exact words he had chosen, it was completely absurd and out of the blue, for someone who had barely been in Etzos long enough to know his way around the city...
Dmitri could only hope that he had successfully defused the situation when Peter tried to poke and wake the bear by mentioning that person had been a sorcerer of sorts. Hoping for the best, without taking action, was nowhere near his style, but he was unable to come up with a solution to make sure Peter Mead wouldn't go ahead and alert someone. Worst-case scenario would be if he already done so, a scenario Dmitri didn't have the courage to think about for too long. Shedding his doom-thinking, he brushed imaginary dust-bunnies from his clothes and stroked his trimmed beard one last time before checking his pockets if he had the Interview Permit, as well as the map he had recently purchased, with him before setting out towards Imp Pressions.
As he crossed bending streets, turning left and right wherever he was supposed to, he nearly bumped into someone on more than one occasion; Unsurprising considering he was still learning the ropes of quickly and proficiently reading charted maps, Dmitri walked around with his nose close to the parchment, and a finger tracing the route he was taken at any given time. Fortunately none of the people he barely managed to avoid headbutting, were agressive, so with a quick apology before turning back to the map and tracing the shortest route to Imp Pressions, until he finally saw a fancy metallic board, placed above Imp Pression's entry, fittingly styled as the was printed or engraved into the metal, Dmitri was lacking knowledge in what the difference is between the two styles, which might not be appropriate considering the business he wants to get employed by...Granted, Peter Mead did assure him that he wasn't expected to assist in that sense, the owner of Imp Pressions was looking for another type of assistance, thankfully!
As he entered Imp Pressions, map stashed away within his vest and replaced with the Interview Permit that was given yesterday, he glanced around but couldn't spot anyone at first sight. Frowning lightly, he wondered what to do in this situation, he couldn't spot any bell on the counter, so he just asked out loud, to nobody and everybody: "Hello? Anyone around?!"