Vakker sat at a table in the corner of the Cafe, an iced Blixtuccino^TM in one hand, a notebook in the other, and an annoyed look on his face as he read through them. He took a sip from his drink before placing it on the table and scowling.

He was so annoyed he couldn't even bring himself to wear his usual false smile. He hated this fool who had hired him to be his advisor. Most of the people that hired him did so because they were too incompetent to do the job they'd stumbled into having and knew it, but this one really exceeded all expectations. Why hire an advisor if you wouldn't take any of their advice!? He was the worst kind of person. Someone who was incompetent, but either didn't realize they were, or even worse, refused to admit it. He acted like he knew what he was doing despite everything they did resulting in problems, failures, and more problems. And then they pushed those failures onto others and blamed them.

Vakker leaned back in his chair and let out an aggravated sigh. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was wearing a fine pair of black slacks over his furred goat legs. He disliked wearing pants, but he needed to look presentable, so he'd just have to bear it. Besides the slacks, he also wore a pair of red suspenders over a white sleeveless shirt.

He really just wanted to vent his frustrations to someone, but didn't have anyone he would consider enough of a friend nearby to do so. Perhaps some stranger would do.

Assassin was taking the reigns today, having a very important meeting to attend to. He had been hired to kill a very important noble who had been peddling drugs around the local villages, and was using the poor to smuggle these illegal substances. Getting to this noble was very difficult though, as they had enough money and muscle to deal with matters like this. So Assassin had to find another way, gathering as much information as he could get. A tip had notified them about a secret contact they could meet, one that was close to the noble and that could help them. So the personality agreed to meet with the contact here at a strange drinking Cafe. 

Assassin stuck out like a sore thumb, wearing their usual black ninja robes, their face hidden by a wooden mask. Ducking through the door, the tall killer for hire stood at the front of the establishment and scanned the room, trying to locate who this mysterious contact was. He was giving very little information about the person, with the biggest piece of information being "you will know when you see them"

This was an awful direction obviously, but Assassin was not great at social cues or understanding a joke, so took the advice serious, eyeing a strange man in the back wearing black pants with red suspenders. Yup, this had to be the guy right? So Assassin decided to casually walk over, not wanting to stick out, but failing horribly. After a few moments of weaving the crowd, Assassin took a seat at the table with the stranger, and just sat there silently, staring at them awkwardly. 

Vakker just raised an eyebrow at the strange, masked person that suddenly sat down with him at his little table in the corner and just stared at him awkwardly. He took the last sip of his Blixtuccino and closed his notebook before placing the empty cup on the table and turning to face the unexpected table guest while putting one furred leg across his knee.

"Hello. Can I help you with something?" he asked curiously.

He truly had no idea why this person had sat with him. He didn't recognize them at all, and they stood out in this establishment terribly thanks to their outfit which Vakker looked up and down and judged horribly unfashionable. Of course, he understood the need for a mask for someone who worked in jobs that required their identity to remain a secret. He had hired people like that himself. But, this hardly seemed like the appropriate place to be wearing such a thing. He was also wearing all black, loose clothing that seemed fit for someone practiced in stealth.

Was this person about to attempt to assassinate the Satyr in such a crowded place?

The robed Assassin just sat there, staring blankly at the Satyr through the eye holes in their mask. Even after being asked why they were here and what they wanted, they still continued to just sit in silence, for a very awkward couple of moments. Assassin was not really one for conversation or small talk, and really would have just rather get to the point. He tried to asses if this was a secret code or if he needed to have had some kind of password. It was very confusing that this man didn't instantly know why the killer was here. When it was obvious nothing further was going to be said, the calm, whispered, child like voice of the current personality spoke out. 

"I am a very busy individual and have a very important task to complete. I believe we have business with each other and I really do not like having my time wasted. I have brought with me the required payment for services and wish to complete this transaction quickly. So if you would please indicate the meeting place for tomorrow nights gathering, I shall leave the coin on the table and be on my way, thank you. "

Assassin was not playing around, and despite having a shy, quiet demeanor, they spoke in a very quick and serious tone, getting straight to the point. He really needed this information and he is a professional, and expected others to act the very same.

Vakker had no idea what they were talking about, but their tone seemed awfully sure of themself. They were an important individual, but Vakker had never heard of them before. They had important business with him, but Vakker didn't know what they might be referring to. He hadn't scheduled any kind of meeting with anyone right now. Transaction? A meeting place for tomorrow's gathering? Vakker certainly hoped he wouldn't be involved in such a strange occurrence tomorrow. But, this whole misunderstanding did seem like a fun opportunity.

Vakker leaned back in his chair, his hands together in front of him, and recomposed himself. He looked at them with a serious expression and nodded. Alright, time to mess with this guy. Vakker thought to himself.

"Very well. I wouldn't want to waste your time. However, how can I be assured you really are the one I'm waiting for? Anyone can wear a mask and black clothing. Just because you look the part doesn't mean you are the one." he said smoothly, playing along with them.

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Smooth Talking

Assassin was excited when the business like Satyr replied, further proving that this was in fact the man he was looking for. However he was struck with something he was not expecting, a test, proof of identity. This was a tough ask, seeing how he barely knew this man as well. There was very little he had on him that could prove he was in fact the real assassin, not a spy working for the noble family. So the masked man sat there for a moment pondering, running through several different ideas, trying hard to figure something out. 

That's when a brilliant idea came to mind, the most genius of all plans. He knew exactly what to do to prove he was the real Assassin. The thought rushed to the forefront of their mind, the sentences forming at the tip of their tongue. He opened his mouth and began to reply....for only silence to follow. 

Before Assassin could reveal his plan, he froze, sitting there blankly for a second, as suddenly their form began to warp, colors mixing and shifting as what was once Assassin was now a grey blob pulsating in the form of a humanoid. A second passed as the shifting began to calm, the entire form of the individual who was just sitting there was now completely different. 

Where there was once a masked, black robed killer, now sat a beautiful young sun elven woman. She had golden skin, platinum hair and eyes that burned like the sun. The ninja robes were replaced with golden armor and chainmail, a brilliant burgundy cloak draped behind them and bearing the symbol of the sun. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, as if trying to gain consciousness. She looked around, glanced at the Satyr in front of her and instantly grew excited, her face gleaming with pride. 

"By Solaris where am I? This does not look like the pits of Durmass! You, fancy man, where is the Arch Priest? "

Vakker found himself at a bit of a loos for words. What the hell was happening? One moment he had been toying with someone in assassin's garb that seemed to have mistaken him for someone else, the next moment thaqt assassin had suddenly transformed into a Sun Elf in armor who was spouting nonsense. Pits of Durmass? The Archpriest? Was Vakker the one being toyed with right now?

Well, if this person was anything like that assassin, and they probably were since they seemed to actually be the same person at least physically, maybe the best course of action would be to just play along again. If anything, at least this was a welcome distraction from his annoyance with his incompetent client and could prove entertaining. Vakker quickly recomposed himself, hiding away his surprise by the sudden turn of events and putting on his usual warm smile.

"No, we are not in the Pits of Durmass. We are in a cafe in Sol City. The Arch Priest is quite busy with their duties right now and could not be here to see you, but I am here to help you in their place. Now, what did you need?" he stated calmly and professionally.

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Smooth Talking

She hated when this happened, most of them did actually, whatever it was that caused her to lose her memory and have her mind taken over by someone else was a really big agitation. Every time she was close to finishing the job or completing her mission, one of the others took over, completely voiding everything she had worked to accomplish. The last thing Paladin remembered was diving into the fire pits of Durmass to take out a band of devils. But now, she was in a Cafe....? She didn't even know what a cafe was. 

However as luck would have it, this was the first time in history where she had come back into control and was met with someone who actually knew what was going on. She did not recognize or know this Satyr, but he seemed to know her, and that was a start. Maybe the mission had failed? Or she was successful and this was her next contact? Regardless, she was excited to be back in control. 

"Oh thank Solaris, did everyone else make it out of the pits? And did we get the devils? I apologize, I have memory issues and sometimes I just black out. Maybe you can help me, I just need my next assignment, and maybe payment for the last. "

Vakker acted the part of whoever this person was here to speak with, listening intently and playing along with everything they said with a smile. So, this person had memory problems and blacked out? Did that mean they didn't share their memories with that assassin person they had been earlier? Did they switch between those two forms at random? It was sort of fascinating. But why did they both just assume Vakker was someone that could help them? They had approached him in the form of a masked assassin. The Satyr hadn't been the one to start this game with them.

"No apologies necessary. Unfortunately, you blacked out while fighting the devils. Thankfully, the others were able to bring you to safety and finish the devils off. I'm sorry to say I don't have your payment. It still needs to be gathered together. It should be ready by tomorrow. Thank you for your patience." Vakker said, his smile fading slightly and speaking in an apologetic voice, acting thankful for their service despite having no idea what they were talking about.

"As for your next assignment, that can wait until the others have finished recovering from their injuries. You should also get some rest. That head injury you received may still be affecting you if you truly don't remember how you got here." he said, his voice filled with concern.

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Smooth Talking

The blonde curly haired woman sat and intently listened, taking in everything the man said. It was all positive, the slaying of the demons and the returning of her team, she was even going to get paid. But why could she not remember anything, why was it all a blank. Unfortunately she would have to wait for both her Solars and the Archpriest to speak to. She had never completed a mission before, so it was bitter sweet that she had to ....relax, not seeing the mission completely through just yet. 

"So umm where are we? Where should I retire and wait for the next quest?"

She looked from side to side, trying to figure out where exactly she was. This did not look like the church or any religious place. It had...drinks? Food? People were laughing and relaxing.

"Tell me then, what exactly is going on here? I seem to be so very lost."

Vakker smiled politely, keeping up his act. He was pleased that this person seemed very willing to believe everything he was saying, but that didn't mean he could let his mask slip now. He wanted to see where this would go and what was going on here.

While he played along externally, he was trying to think things through internally. This person had clearly changed forms. They might be some kind of shapeshifting species. Perhaps a doppelganger or changeling, or maybe they were using some kind of spell. Though, for some reason, they seemed to lose their memories between shifting their form. Or maybe each of their forms had different memories? But, that didn't explain why the assassin-like individual before had thought Vakker was some kind of contact or why this person now though he was some priest. How could they have such completely different agendas at the same time, as the same person? Vakker just grew more curious the more he interacted with them.

"As I said, we are in a cafe in Sol City. Why don't you order something? The drinks here are very famous in these parts. I'm sorry there isn't really much more I can explain that what I've already told you. Tell me exactly what you're confused about and perhaps I can try and clarify whatever is troubling you."