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| [Graded]~Get Pack't~ [D-rank mission] | ||
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| Topic Started: Dec 14 2015, 11:40 PM (619 Views) | ||
| 栄 Cryool | Dec 31 2015, 07:05 AM Post #11 | |
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...Well, at the very least, outdoor packing was good for one's health. One would never know when the excess of vitamin D could make a difference in later life. As if anyone was going to do that. Boxes back in, boxes back in, the Crimson Dawn rushed back up just as he had down the stairs bringing the boxes back. "Well then, there's no time to delay - let's get everything we can into these boxes!" The red superhero cried, as he opened the nearest drawer and flung its contents into the closest box. That's right, a collection of forty-seven boxers and twelve antique cameras straight from storage shelf to storage box - he was prudent enough to not question the curious client's hoarding tendencies. Also to wash his hands immediately afterwards. Judging by the great variance in sizes of those things, not all of those boxers actually belonged to the client. And to think, just one drawer held enough to fill up a medium-size box, and Mr. Richard had like, eight of these cabinets in his living room! Out of curiosity, the Crimson Dawn opened up the next shelf- "Look, this one's full of boxes!" Yes, those cheap foldable cardboard moving boxes were somehow in a shelf, the client had somehow at some point in time found it worth the energy and effort to take a large stack of foldable moving boxes and shove them into a particularly large drawer. "Boxes, you say? Why, back in my day, we had to wrap all our furniture up in brown wrapping paper and hope to high heaven that they didn't break during the trip! You can use those boxes, though, I knew they were going to be around here somewhere. Just couldn't find them - but you did that for me already!" |
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| Sisi | Jan 8 2016, 02:02 AM Post #12 | |
RTFM already.
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"Everything into boxes, indeed, Crimson Dawn." Sierra chuckled at the man's enthusiasm; It was faintly infectious, but she tried her best to stay focused. At least one of them had to actually be paying enough attention to oversee anything, and while the others were definitely fit enough to accomplish the task themselves, she wondered just how much more of a mess they'd have to clean up if she simply left them to their own devices... yup, keeping an eye on her peers was now on the agenda. After clearing off all of the knicknacks from the tables into a series of small boxes, Sierra set her sights on the shelves along the wall nearest the exit. Balancing atop a stool to compensate for her height, Sierra began stuffing the variety of small jars, candles, and what seemed to be unused ashtrays into a small box that she had assembled... and sealed the bottom thoroughly with tape. Some of these things really weren't very sturdy without it. How long had they been here? ... How many times had they been used? "Hey, d'you guys figure it's a lot easier to move in] to Poinsettia than out? I wonder why that is?" she asked by means of finding a way to pass the time other than simply packing incessantly. It was a trend she'd noticed lately, and she wondered if it was just something that she had imagined or not. Maybe something about the moving companies avoiding spending too much time in Poinsettia for some reason? Nah... that was just silly conspiracy theory talk, right? Then... why had mages been called in for packing? |
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| Shuyin | Jan 9 2016, 09:46 AM Post #13 | |
Killer Lord, The Silencer of Men.
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| 栄 Cryool | Jan 12 2016, 04:59 AM Post #14 | |
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Oh dear, this wasn't a great start. "Ooh, quick! I'll go grab a first-aid kit- there is a first-aid kit in this apartment, right?" "Eh? Yeah, yeah, it's in the uh, the bathroom, in the cabinet under the sink." The client was amazingly relaxed at the unfortunate turn of events - judging by the look in his eyes, this wasn't the first time he'd seen something like this happen before. Eyeing the Crimson Dawn's departure down the dark hallway with a mix of amusement and boredom, Mr. Richard continued now to make what seemed to be a martini. There was a moment of silence, but only a single moment, as not one but several towers of boxes suddenly collapsed with no prior warning, burying the half of the living room away from the door in cheap cardboard and more knick-knacks than a paddy could ever possibly hope to whack. As they crashed onto the floor, the carpeting, and anything unfortunate enough to stand between them, these boxes emitted a cascade of noises ranging from the irritating to the downright eerie- in fact, did it sound like someone was screaming? "Oh, what a shame. I packed all of those up last time I tried to move, now it's been so long the boxes can't even hold themselves together anymore." For all his worries, the client was still stirring a martini in the laziest possible manner. |
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| Sisi | Jan 16 2016, 02:18 AM Post #15 | |
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RTFM already.
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Sierra was uncertain, but for some reason, she had the sinking suspicion that the steady flow of facepalms occuring today was going to leave a permanent mark. In a move of brilliant hindsight, she realized that a situation just like this one had probably been behind the invention of the traditional slap. It was just facepalming someone else, after all. Taking her broom from the strap across her back, Sierra began sweeping up the mess that their youngest member had dumped all over the floor. While it might have been more efficient if she had somewhere to put it, what came first was clearing some space. "Or, you know, keep doing what you're doing." It wasn't as if anyone would trust a maid to know anything about housework, after all. It seemed from the way things were going, she'd probably been expecting too much here. Everyone seemed inclined to a more relaxed pace, and... well, it wasn't as if she had anywhere else to be, was it? Once the mess had been swept up, Sierra began searching for a roll of tape to more properly secure the boxes. Further guidance seemed to be a long shot from their employer, who appeared to be struggling with a jar of olives for some inexplicable reason. Then, of course, she noticed the glass of alcohol he'd prepared. A... relaxed pace, indeed. |
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| Shuyin | Jan 19 2016, 07:15 PM Post #16 | |
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Killer Lord, The Silencer of Men.
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| 栄 Cryool | Feb 3 2016, 04:14 AM Post #17 | |
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"Sorry, no can do," the client airily replied, as a plate of oysters on the half shell popped out of seemingly nowhere into his hands. "Doctor says I have a back problem, can't life heavy things no more, not for the next six to eight months." While Mr. Richard's back was compromised, his mouth most certainly wasn't; judging by his pace of consumption, the entire plate was going to be full of empty oyster shells before the group of mages even moved the first box out of the building successfully. Speaking of which- the Crimson Dawn ran out from the darkness of the hallway, a poorly-aged red first-aid kit in hand, trailed by a lizard at least half as tall as the dining room table and about twice the length. "Look what I found!" The superhero announced, his triumphant voice ignoring the fact that he was bleeding from bite marks in at least four different places on his body. "Now we can get foot properly treated and wrapped!" No sooner had he spoke did that large lizard leap into the living room, sending columns of boxes flying down with its lashing tail, most of which ended up in a great landslide; by landslide, if nothing else, the dust that rose into the air was definitely thick enough to be mistaken for a cloud of upturned earth. When the dust settled, though, the Crimson Dawn was nowhere to be seen, buried alive by mounds upon mounds of miscellaneous furniture, stationary equipment, and a collection of over two hundred different kinds of Prince Stefan bobblehead figurines. |
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| Sisi | Feb 9 2016, 05:58 PM Post #18 | |
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Pretend that nothing happened. Pretend that nothing happened. Pretend that nothing happened. With this mantra in mind, Sierra decided that it was most likely a better idea to start packing in a different room than the other two. Boya and Crimson could take care of each other's... tendencies towards disaster, and in the meantime she would(?) be able to focus on actually getting some work done. Leaving the others to the living room, Sierra made her way into the bathroom, dragging one of her prepared boxes behind her. It was, of course, no less obnoxiously cluttered than the living room had been. Moreso, even, for the counterspace allowed for layers of clutter that the primarily open floor living room had not. "Empty toothpaste tubes... broken deodorant sticks... hair spray? Also empty." What this place needed wasn't to be packed, it was to be trashed... still, she had to do what she could with what was salvagable. So she began sorting the used goods to one side of the counter, while wrapping the remaining supplies in safety wrap. Carefully placing them in one of the boxes she had brought, Sierra turned her attention to the shower. It would have probably have been a better idea not to have done so. Then again, Sierra had always had a tendency for being too thorough for her own good, and it didn't seem as if this... disaster was going to be any different. At the very least, she was reasonably certain that cleaning the apartment was not her responsibility, but it certainly would have been nice to have some gloves right about now. |
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| Shuyin | Feb 9 2016, 07:08 PM Post #19 | |
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| 栄 Cryool | Feb 11 2016, 12:31 AM Post #20 | |
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"My oysters, no!" But that was all there was to the client's shouting, as his voice was overwhelmed by the sound of half the room's contents collapsing all at once. Caught underneath all those bobblehead figurines and other miscellaneous furnishings, the Crimson Dawn considered using his powers to break himself free - but that would destroy the very items he was tasked to pack and move out! But, as he was, did he really have a choice? While he was thinking, a choice was made for him. Where one man proved to be lacking in reliability, though, another man demonstrated his own worthiness - or another lizard, rather. Unwilling to give up its newfound plaything, the giant reptile slammed its tail into the midst of the mess, its makeshift limb tunneling through the pile until it found the Crimson Dawn. Wrapping itself around the superhero's leg, the lizard tugged and pulled until the man came swinging out of the mess and right into one of the walls, leaving an imprint with uncanny similarities to a work of modern art. For all his new injuries, the Crimson Dawn seemed fairly unaffected. "Say, I've had a new idea while I was in there," he declared, "and I think it might just work! Did you ever notice that that wall on the left is actually a tinted window, and on top of that, we have a lot of cushions in here? If we could just manage to push everything all out at once..." |
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