The receptionist blinks.

"Ah, hello. How exactly do you mean, sign up?"

It takes about twenty seconds for him to summon the courage to say the dirty word. "I am an esper and I want to offer my services!" He can feel himself turning red. "My power isn't very useful, but I xave experience guiding other espers and I can xelp anyone who will use me." Oh, honey, 'anyone who will use you,' huh? You just gotta put your whole ass on display for this secretary right out of the gate, don't you? You're as bad as they said. "I mean—you know. Guiding. Services. Guiding assistance. Assistance with backlash." Don't get hard at this, my god, Yuri, why are you like this.

"—oh! You're an esper! Um, I see? This is—irregular—do you not have current representation?"

Ahem "I moved recently from outside the guild's zone of operations. I xad intended to seek representation once I was settled in, but with the confluence occurring I felt that it couldn't wait." Good job, so professional, you can do it! Just keep this momentum.

"As I said, my power is not much use in combat, but I'm excited to do my part for my fellow espers." Nope too far now you sound like a glory hole again. Why don't you just ask if you can get fucked straight out if you're going to sound like this?

"Oh. Um. Alright. I see. Just a moment, please." She starts typing into her computer.

"Yuuuuuriiiiiiiii!"

In a staid place like a front office, a bellow that loud might as well be a gunshot.

Fuck!

<"There you are, you scoundrel! I really thought I'd lost you this time!"> He's just merrily hollering away, in Russian, in the middle of this hectically busy but still polite front office like it's a dance hall and he's the DJ.

<"Heyyyyy, Quasar, huh! You step out of Russia for three seconds and then you're right in the Western devil's smoky asshole, huh? Look at this cute shit everywhere. Looks like my babushka's matryoshka collection. Like what the fuck, am I right? Are those real fish in there? Dude they have real fish in there.">

Fuuuuuuuuuu—

<"Yo, what's with the horndog thoughts you got going in there, by the way? Are you into this bimbo or are you just that excited to see me again, queer?">

He was all ready to snap at this insolent idiot but said idiot clapped his hand right onto the back of his neck and—guh!—it was taking all his strength not to fall forward and brace himself on the desk in front of him. His knees were weak.

<"You fuckface, why are you using your powers? You've got enough backlash onboard to kill a squirrel outright."> And isn't it wonderfullllll.

And that's when an exceedingly short blond himbo shows up in a localised flash of blue light in front of them. "Hi, hello, I seem to have heard we have two people wanting to apply to join Quasar? Why don't you guys follow me upstairs?" he asks in English.

"<Aw come on, you're right here to discharge it. Not like it—woah, fuck, that's English!> Oh, hey, nice to meet you—<wait, we're joining Quasar?>"

"<I'm joining Quasar and you are sitting your ass down.> Sorry for the confusion, sir. Yes, I'd be happy to follow you wherever." Fuuuuuuck can you stop sounding like that for four seconds! People will get the right idea!

... the wrong idea.

Yeahhhhhhh, no. Fuck you. "Absolutely, sir, we're right behind you."

"Excellent, please come with me. Jaehee, give me their cards?"

"Catch!" says the receptionist, throwing two blank plastic cards in the air in his direction.

He catches them and then hands them to the other two before turning on his heels and leading them past the electronic turnstiles and towards the lifts.

"<Aww, I was hoping to get teleported. I'm all sweaty from jogging after you. Couldn't you have imagined me more attractive when you feared that I'd tail you here?>"

"<If you do not shut up, I am going to store your body in a freezer for when I need to dump backlash.>"

"I hope the start of the confluence hasn't been too difficult for Quasar."

"<Turnabout's fair play, I guess, given that while I'm alive you're my backlash booty call.>"

"Yeah, I've heard this is supposed to be a bad one."

"It hasn't been long enough to know how bad it'll be," the man shrugs. Here's the lift, it's just the three of them going up.

"Eh, no news is good news, maybe!"

"If I may, ah. I'm Yun Dasol, and this is... Nemtsov Sasha. We're honored to make your acquaintance."

"I'm Ha Si-yeon," he says. Index and middle finger pointing forward and sliding down spawns a holographic screen before his eyes, and he taps at it a bit. Three more screens show up, rectangular and blank, and with a few gestures he sends them to hover above each of their heads. "Feel free to use whatever language is most comfortable to you," he says in Korean, and a translation to Russian appears in text above his head. 

Ding, floor 23.