Leon Walker, The Pheonix

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

"Favors, mostly. If I ever need a fire set or something like that. You must know I don't do my own dirty work." Oscar laughs a hearty chuckle, laughing at the double entendre of "Dirty work."

"Not currently, Just sign here." He unrolls a contract. Nothing but a paper copy of all the information he had just said, and yet, Leon wondered if there was anything suspicious in the fine print.

"Well, if you didn't sign, I guess you would be free to go!" He waves at the doors, which must have closed behind Leon at some point, and it doesn't look like they will be opening soon. "As for how long, I have different contracts for different time periods of your choosing. As I assume you know there are a few avatars that live far longer than the average human."

"Deal. As for the business, of course its filthy! Look around you." Mr. Quinn gestures at the dirt-packed view "Pleasure doing business with you. You'll find the coal delivered to you on a monthly basis. It will be in an unmarked burlap sack. Feel free to see yourself out." The doors open again, and a waft of fresh air comes through them.

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

"Favors, mostly. If I ever need a fire set or something like that. You must know I don't do my own dirty work." Oscar laughs a hearty chuckle, laughing at the double entendre of "Dirty work."

"Not currently, Just sign here." He unrolls a contract. Nothing but a paper copy of all the information he had just said, and yet, Leon wondered if there was anything suspicious in the fine print.

"Well, if you didn't sign, I guess you would be free to go!" He waves at the doors, which must have closed behind Leon at some point, and it doesn't look like they will be opening soon. "As for how long, I have different contracts for different time periods of your choosing. As I assume you know there are a few avatars that live far longer than the average human."

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

"Favors, mostly. If I ever need a fire set or something like that. You must know I don't do my own dirty work." Oscar laughs a hearty chuckle, laughing at the double entendre of "Dirty work."

"Not currently, Just sign here." He unrolls a contract. Nothing but a paper copy of all the information he had just said, and yet, Leon wondered if there was anything suspicious in the fine print.

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

"Favors, mostly. If I ever need a fire set or something like that. You must know I don't do my own dirty work." Oscar laughs a hearty chuckle, laughing at the double entendre of "Dirty work."

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

He pauses. “Cult? No, not really. I mean, I’ve heard ‘Lightless Flame’ from my old roommate, but I don’t think they’re in a cult,” he says, carefully trying to wrap the coil without burning himself.

Marius stares at the cigarette for a second, positive he didn’t see a lighter, before shaking his head. “Right, right, got it. ‘Kindlers of the Insatiable Torch’…. I’ll be sure to relay that to the Archives. What did you say your name was?” He asks, pocketing the cloth and the coil along with it.

He pauses. “Cult? No, not really. I mean, I’ve heard ‘Lightless Flame’ from my old roommate, but I don’t think they’re in a cult,” he says, carefully trying to wrap the coil without burning himself.

You’re one of the stranger people I’ve seen go by. You’ve lived here for a while hmm...Mind helping me a little? I need some directions.

I mean it's fairly obvious what it does, burns things clearly. Do you have any aquaintances you comfortable sharing?

Hmm…no. I think I’ll keep my secrets. Giving the coil is enough for today. How much longer is our little stroll?

We're roughly half way there. Any question for me?

Hmm…I huess I do have one. What is it like in that dusty old building? I’ve heard it can get rather interesting at times.

i'm not involved with most of the drama because of how I operate within the archives, but the best way to describe it is strange. Half of the time it's looking through old files and the other half is how many things can go wrong before the whole thing burns down.

That’s the one yep. You seem to know quite a bit. I guess the archives aren’t so useless after all. What do you think of them?

Hate the current employer, doesn't pay me enough for the work I do. I am a bad employee but at least I give him a fair bit of knowledge. Not an avatar of the the eye but the knowledge is fairly stimulating. though Mr.Bouchard will hire anyone so you never know what happens next.

Anyone huh? Would he hire someone who could “accidentally” burn the whole place down? Oh but I’d never work there. Much too…stuffy for me you know?

You’re one of the stranger people I’ve seen go by. You’ve lived here for a while hmm...Mind helping me a little? I need some directions.

I mean it's fairly obvious what it does, burns things clearly. Do you have any aquaintances you comfortable sharing?

Hmm…no. I think I’ll keep my secrets. Giving the coil is enough for today. How much longer is our little stroll?

We're roughly half way there. Any question for me?

Hmm…I huess I do have one. What is it like in that dusty old building? I’ve heard it can get rather interesting at times.

i'm not involved with most of the drama because of how I operate within the archives, but the best way to describe it is strange. Half of the time it's looking through old files and the other half is how many things can go wrong before the whole thing burns down.

That’s the one yep. You seem to know quite a bit. I guess the archives aren’t so useless after all. What do you think of them?

Hate the current employer, doesn't pay me enough for the work I do. I am a bad employee but at least I give him a fair bit of knowledge. Not an avatar of the the eye but the knowledge is fairly stimulating. though Mr.Bouchard will hire anyone so you never know what happens next.

Anyone huh? Would he hire someone who could “accidentally” burn the whole place down? Oh but I’d never work there. Much too…stuffy for me you know?

You’re one of the stranger people I’ve seen go by. You’ve lived here for a while hmm...Mind helping me a little? I need some directions.

I mean it's fairly obvious what it does, burns things clearly. Do you have any aquaintances you comfortable sharing?

Hmm…no. I think I’ll keep my secrets. Giving the coil is enough for today. How much longer is our little stroll?

We're roughly half way there. Any question for me?

Hmm…I huess I do have one. What is it like in that dusty old building? I’ve heard it can get rather interesting at times.

i'm not involved with most of the drama because of how I operate within the archives, but the best way to describe it is strange. Half of the time it's looking through old files and the other half is how many things can go wrong before the whole thing burns down.

That’s the one yep. You seem to know quite a bit. I guess the archives aren’t so useless after all. What do you think of them?

You’re one of the stranger people I’ve seen go by. You’ve lived here for a while hmm...Mind helping me a little? I need some directions.

I mean it's fairly obvious what it does, burns things clearly. Do you have any aquaintances you comfortable sharing?

Hmm…no. I think I’ll keep my secrets. Giving the coil is enough for today. How much longer is our little stroll?

We're roughly half way there. Any question for me?

Hmm…I huess I do have one. What is it like in that dusty old building? I’ve heard it can get rather interesting at times.

i'm not involved with most of the drama because of how I operate within the archives, but the best way to describe it is strange. Half of the time it's looking through old files and the other half is how many things can go wrong before the whole thing burns down.