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| [Graded]~Get Pack't~ [D-rank mission] | ||
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| Topic Started: Dec 14 2015, 11:40 PM (616 Views) | ||
| Sisi | Dec 14 2015, 11:40 PM Post #1 | |
RTFM already.
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Mission All in all, it was a simple enough request. A small group of mages - why it had to be mages, Sierra was uncertain, but who could complain about an easy job? - was needed to help someone pack their belongings in order to move them to Magnolia. Clean, straightforward... it was basically a pretty easy training mission, in the end. Right? So Sierra had put in a notice with her guildmates that she had taken the mission request, and sure enough, had soon received a message informing her that other workers had been secured to help out with the job. Still unaware of the nature of her... team?... for this task, Sierra had set out to meet them on location to help their client get his shit together. Metaphorically speaking. From her understanding, he had been intending to move 'this weekend' for well over a year and had continually postponed his departure because he was too lazy to pack his stuff himself. Sierra was not particularly optimistic about what kind of state the home would be in at this point. When she finally arrived, it was... well, not altogether what she expected, but not all that different either. A second floor flat in a modest apartment complex, with a broad stairway - presumably for helping residents move in and out. That didn't stop her from noticing various notches and bangs on the walls and railings on her way up, however. Still, for the moment, she decided to wait outside of the flat for the others to arrive. It wasn't like she could do everything by herself, anyway. Edited by Sisi, Dec 15 2015, 12:48 AM.
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| 栄 Cryool | Dec 15 2015, 12:32 AM Post #2 | |
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The job had been requested in by six-fifteen in the morning, and by six-sixteen the Crimson Dawn was already out and about! Why? Why not! He, a model citizen, had no time to spend on sleep, not when there was work to be done and innocent civilians to assist! Granted, his normal partner wasn't so inclined as to give up a day of sleeping in to help a regular man move, but that was what the Crimson Dawn was here for! Which was why he had been spending the last few hours standing on the rooftop of the apartment complex, dutifully gazing down at the people and passerby, awaiting the arrival of the ones he was told would complete this task with him! The wind was chilly, but the view was spectacular! Also he could begin to feel the incoming signs of a minor cold settle in. Finally, though, someone- a young lady, by the looks of it - walked over to the building he was standing upon, and stopped right there! Could it be? Only one way to find out! Grabbing onto the rails, the Crimson Dawn leaped over the edge of the building! Not quite in the air yet, the red superhero stepped onto the side of the apartment complex; of course he wasn't going to jump down, he'd get killed by the fall! No, with his magic, the Crimson Dawn could run down the side of the building without harm, and that was exactly what he did! Running straight downwards until he was only a few feet above ground level, the superhero leaped off, landing perfectly on his feet only a short distance away from the girl and the building's entrance. "The Crimson Dawn, at your service! Are you in any manner involved with the moving business of a certain Mr. Richard McSlug?" |
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| Shuyin | Dec 15 2015, 02:48 AM Post #3 | |
Killer Lord, The Silencer of Men.
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| Sisi | Dec 15 2015, 07:59 PM Post #4 | |
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RTFM already.
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Sierra wasn't entirely sure what she had expected, taking on a routine mission with complete strangers, but it probably wasn't this. After all, what kind of moving service had people running vertically down walls? Sierra cringed at the thought of what would happen if the red-clad individual was unable to stop, but it seemed like he deserved a least a little credit, and managed his landing both safely and stylishly. "I'm Sierra, nice to meet you... Crimson? Yeah, I'm here to help with the moving. Umm.. How exactly did you do that? Is it some kind of special training?" Sierra had heard all kinds of tales of ridiculous, seemingly supernatural feats being performed without magic, but... how many of them were actually true? It was pretty much impossible to know unless you could do them yourself, she supposed, and... well, she was still far from being that talented. Her query was cut short by the arrival of a second helper, a young boy who was almost - but not quite - as tall as she was. Which wasn't saying much, all truth be told. Honestly, however, she couldn't help but wonder exactly what sort of people she was working with. The three of them were strange on the surface, but... how weird was the reality, exactly? "Ho? Hello, there. Yeah, we're here to help Mr. Richard pack his things. One... two... three. I guess we're all here now, huh? We should go meet the client." Assuming there was no objections, Sierra would head back inside, trudging up the stairs to the second floor flat where their client's flat waited. Knocking on the door, she was met by a distant-sounding shout of "So you guys are finally here? It's open!" Cracking open the door with a growing feeling of unease, her concerns were proven well-founded when the den of an undeniable packrat was revealed. There was... stuff everywhere, piled higher than her knees on the floor and higher still where they had been left atop furniture, with a few roughly cleared paths for making one's way around. This looked to be a much longer job than she had thought. |
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| 栄 Cryool | Dec 17 2015, 04:46 AM Post #5 | |
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Yeah, it was magic. The Crimson Dawn wasn't about to start running around revealing the tricks of his trade, though - "Correct! It was part of the training to become a hero!" The crimson-clad crusader responded, nodding in greeting to the third and final member of their odd trio as he arrived. As the tallest and, at least as far as he could tell, oldest of the three, the Crimson Dawn felt a degree of responsibility as he followed after the young lady. Some inner premonition told him that today was going to be particularly trying on his physical abilities. Entering the house, the red hero found himself feeling both a superb sense of satisfaction for guessing correctly and a degree of amazement for how much stuff one could possibly cram into a simple flat. Why, this was no home, this was a labyrinth! "Aha, there you are!" The Crimson Dawn turned to face the source of the noise- cow horns! The man had cow horns growing on top of his head! This was a labyrinth after all! Cackling, the short old man grabbed his unnecessarily realistic viking helmet by the horns, before throwing it into the nearest half-open box. "Wow, they sure send them young these days," Mr. Richard murmured, glancing over the three of them with a look that could only be described as challenging. "Weirder ones too. A maid, a super ranger, and- yeah." A moment later, he turned right round and clapped his hands. "Well, no time to waste! I've got a lot of things to pack, but since we're all here let's start with the easiest ones - the living room!" The Crimson Dawn looked around, confused; he, for one, could not see that there was any part of this flat that had enough room for one to actually live in. |
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| Shuyin | Dec 17 2015, 09:18 AM Post #6 | |
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Killer Lord, The Silencer of Men.
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| Sisi | Dec 19 2015, 01:10 AM Post #7 | |
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RTFM already.
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The training to become a hero? Sierra wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but... there certainly must have been something to it if it allowed someone to perform feats that ordinary people could only imagine. Though Sierra herself wasn't particularly driven towards heroics, she had to admit that there might be something to look into at a later date. For now, they had to deal with the eccentric collector, Richard Slug. While at first she mistook him for a minotaur, not unlike her companions, she soon noticed the uncanny craftsmanship of the helmet that secured the horns to Richard's head. Well, until it was tossed haphazardly into a nearby box, at any rate. "It takes all kinds, I guess?" Sierra mused in response to Mr. Richard's analysis of their group composition, though she wasn't entirely sure why he would have expected someone older. She was plenty old enough to be working herself, and though it was impossible to tell the exact age of the masked hero-to-be-, it seemed reasonable that he would be as well. As for the young boy accompanying them, well.... Mr. Richard Slug cackled cheerful at Yuuta's question, waving his arm as if to state the obvious. Like his belongings, boxes - partially assembled, flattened, assembled and partially filled.... - were littered across the room, some of them in the open, some half covered in stuff. "Help yourself, squirt!" "Right, let's get started!" Sierra suggested emphatically, rolling up her sleeves as she waded in to begin sorting and assembling some boxes, setting them aside as best she could for the young boy and... what had he called himself? Crimson Dawn?... to use for packing. Once she'd gotten enough of them set up for the others to use, then she'd be able to worry about sorting and organizing things herself. |
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| 栄 Cryool | Dec 22 2015, 09:49 AM Post #8 | |
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Though their youth seemed to have put him off in those precious first few minutes of meeting, the enthusiasm that the group displayed seemed to be hitting all the right spots in Mr. Richard's mind; he even let loose a giggle, or at least, something vaguely resembling a giggle. Who knew one could make such a sound with completely closed lips? "Just bring them down to the wagon down there out the door," the old man announced, "Getting these things out of Poinsettia's easy...getting them out of this old place, that's the hard part!" For his part, the Crimson Dawn got down to business as soon as he found a box that didn't look like it would set off a chain reaction if it got removed - a fairly difficult task. For all of the client's lack of cleaning ability, he had amazing skill in balancing objects. It only took a few minutes for the red superhero to realize that the whole house was furnished with boxes like a giant jenga tower: one critical mis-push, and the group could very well be buried alive under the piles upon piles of boxes and miscellaneous household objects. Thankfully, Sierra appeared to be competent enough to handle them without worry thus far; to make himself useful, the Crimson Dawn began to pick up boxes she appeared to be done sorting, carrying them out the door and down the stairs to the wagon that- that wasn't there. "Arnold's not here yet? Well then, just leave them at the front door, we'll move all of them onto his cart when he comes!" For a man who was relying on a trio of impromptu movers and a vehicle that wasn't even present yet, the client was amazingly relaxed, or maybe that was just the smoked salmon crostini he was enjoying while watching them work. |
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| Shuyin | Dec 25 2015, 04:45 PM Post #9 | |
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Killer Lord, The Silencer of Men.
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Edited by Shuyin, Dec 25 2015, 04:46 PM.
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| Sisi | Dec 28 2015, 04:28 PM Post #10 | |
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RTFM already.
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... Oh dear. Just what had she gotten herself into? Though her impromptu teammates certainly meant well, it seemed as if their minds must have been on something else. For one... "Um... Crimson Dawn... those boxes are empty." She had, after all, been sorting empty boxes for the others to use... carrying them outside was only going to leave them boxless in the near future, when they actually needed those boxes for all of this stuff. "Actually... I don't think we have enough boxes for all of this stuff, would you mind trying to round some more up?" she suggested politely, even as she began sorting out nicknacks from one of the three(!) coffee tables in the... living[sic] room. It was amazing that the place hadn't been shut down and Mr. Richard arrested for the veritable fire safety hazard that this place was. Speaking of safety hazards, it seemed that the young boy that had decided to tag along with them might have been another. Seeing the boy - what was his name?... Sierra didn't think he'd given one. - biting off more than he could chew, or at least, more than a boy of his size could reasonably be expected to handle, Sierra took a brief break from sorting boxes to make sure that nothing bad happened to him. Unfortunately, it was a little late for that. When the boy tripped over what seemed to be... the floor? She was unable to intervene in time to rescue his cargo. Dash-sprinting through the narrow 'passageway' that had been cleared for them to move the belongings around, Sierra managed to snatch the young boy's arm before he toppled along with the boxes, pulling him back upright even as the stack of boxes scattered across the hallway floor. "You okay? You don't have to do everything by yourself, you know, don't overdo it." |
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