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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 9:18:36 GMT
To celebrate the new V5 site, we have decided to re-implement the jobs system. For those of you that don't know what that is, your character does a job IC, and is paid some bits or posts. A quick easy way to get some cash fast. The rules are as follows: A member would be allowed to do four jobs per character, per month They would have the option of writing a minimum of ten paragraph post describing the work that they have done (only one post though to prevent farming for posts by posting two or three paragraphs at a time as a solo thread) To prevent creating a jumble of one-and-done threads, there would be a stickied thread in each of the MAIN BOARDS in the different boards for people to post their Job on. In that sense, it would work similar to the Mall. They would be considered IC posts and after so often, the posts would be archived to help keep things looking clean. Staff could check the thread regularly and award Bits to those who completed the task. Each Job will be worth 1500 Bits or 5 posts, unless otherwise stated on the job itself. Now if they really wanted to do something special, they can request an NPC with a staff and create their own thread. However, the minimum paragraphs posted would increase to 20, but the reward would also increase to 3000 Bits or 10 posts. Other Job Boards: Northern ProminenceWestern FlatlandsEastern TimberlandsSouthern TropicsThe Digital CoreDark AreaEmpyrean SkiesPlease put this template at the start of each post [b]Job:[b]
[b]Bits or Posts:[b] Name of Job: Hook, Line and Sinker Reward Offered: 1500 bits or 5 posts Plot Description: Now, being a waterfront city, most of our trade requires seafood of some sort. And we can never catch enough sea food to keep up with popular demand, so we had a great idea! Why not hire help! If you can get us enough fish, I will give you a reward. Even if it isn't fish, I will take anything! Please, we really need this... Name of Job: Party Central Reward Offered: 1500 bits or 5 posts Plot Description: Hey, have you heard? Whitewater city is the place to be! The nightlife here is great, and nothing has been as popular as the bars opened up recently. Unfortunately, most of the citizens of Whitewater would rather visit the bars and clubs than work at them. Though this is where you come in! For a night of assistance, we will give you payment, in the hand. So what do you say, want to give the digital world some fun? Name of Job: Showing the Sites Reward Offered: 1500 bits or 5 posts Plot Description: Hey there, you look like a local, or at least someone who is at home in Whitewater! And even if you're not, we can teach you that anyway! So, looks like YOU are the perfect material to be a tour guide! How about it, showing the tourists around, seeing the sites, relaxing, getting paid. Sounds great right, like a paid vacation even! So, want to try your hand as a tour guide then?
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Gumanzi
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Post by Gumanzi on Apr 14, 2014 20:40:12 GMT
Name of Job: Hook, Line and Sinker Reward Offered: Bits Whitewater city, a titanic city cuddled up to the beach side. Its inhabitants, and guests, were constantly in tumult, especially at night. At least that was the Guilmon’s opinion. In reality the digimon were very nice, productive, and happy to socialize with all those inside the city walls. Gumanzi just didn’t do very well in noisy populated areas. It made him too anxious and jittery. So, why would Gumi go to the second largest city in the digital world if he hated all the hubbub? Simple, he was hungry, and in order to eat one needs cash, unless they want to waste their time foraging. Gumanzi was tired of hunting and foraging though. He wanted real food, home cooked, or even bar food. Gumanzi walked out to the dock, and looked over the ocean. Macro Ocean, an endless abyss of blue waters, blue skies, just blue, blue, blue. He grumbled to himself bitterly, his lips mumbling around the star shaped rock in his mouth. The pounding of white noise from the city crashed constantly into his brain. A series of headaches blossomed powerfully in the cavity of his skull, worsening his mood. He was beginning to think he should quit and leave. The noise, the annoying digimon, this wasn’t worth it the cash. An open hand clapped on the back of Gumanzi’s shoulder, the poor digimon was too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice its presence. Spooked, the Guilmon’s skin quaked and he jumped. His body twisted around, quicker than a striking adder. His jaws tore apart, tail up, feet spread, and took a swing at the intruder. The stone almost crashed into the ground, but luckily the new digimon caught it in his hand. “Woa-woa-WOA!” The stranger took the star and backed up a few paces. “I didn’t mean ta scer ya, honest mate.” The man-like creature stared in confusion. All he did was pat the Guilmon’s shoulder. Why would he have such a violent reaction to it? Gumanzi’s eyes rounded and locked onto the star in his hand. “I’m CaptainHookmon”, the pirate-like creature introduced himself. His brows knitted together as he noticed the Guilmon’s tail crawl beneath his stomach; it’s eyes remained focused on something. Realizing what was going on the captain fumbled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it, sir. ‘Ere ya go”, he extended his hand, open palmed, with the star resting peacefully on top. A pink slithering tongue carefully curled around the small structure and removed it from his hand. Subtly he wiped the saliva on his coat. The captain gave out his hand for a shake, “I’m supposed ta teach ya how to fish today.” Gumanzi stared at the appendage, cocking his head to the left. Then he slowly brought up his claws, and using only two, he awkwardly shook his hand. They put their paw and hand back to their sides. The captain was about to come up around his side and push him forward in a friendly manner, but when he tried to move closer the Guilmon flinched. The captain’s face screwed up, unsure. He decided to walk ahead and hoped the creature followed, which he did just a few feet back. “I’m assumin’ you’re Gumanzi, the Guilmon that answered the ad?” Gumi remained rather quiet, diverting his attention away from the digimon ahead of him. The captain frowned, “Ya aren’t vary social are ya?” His question was answered with silence. The two boarded a small vessel. It held all the gear needed for the day, and some rations. The captain stopped, trying to look at the employee with his peripheral vision. “Ya were taught how ta fish?” The Guilmon took a moment to think over the question before nodding. “What kind of fishing did they teach ya?” Gumanzi looked up, noticing the digimon’s back was to him and his eyes weren’t locked into his. His ears pricked up a bit, “Traps and pots, midwater trawl, and pole.” CaptianHookmon smiled, relieved that he was able to find a way to converse with him. “Well today ya won’t be settin’ up no traps or pots. I took care of that. Jus’ need the trawl, but if yer bored help yourself to a pole.” He walked around the ship with Gumanzi, showing him where everything was, and reminding him how he worked. Gumanzi listened quietly, nodding when appropriate. After examining the ship and equipment they shoved off. Far enough out at sea they released the net. As it dragged behind the ship the digimon set up their seats and cast their lines. One seat was on either side of the boat, their backs to each other. Guilmon stared out over the ocean. They had been sitting for about an hour by now. Gumanzi’s muscles had unwound, being peacefully heavy. His eyes rounded, and the star rested in his lap. He never knew how quelling and relaxing staring at the ocean could be. The ocean was forever changing. The skin of the top of the ocean moved continuously, flowing to and fro. It was as if the waters were washing up into his muscles, carrying away his frustrations, doubts, and worries. A small smile tweaked his lips upward in euphoria. The boat jerked into an immediate stop, pulling the nose of the boat up into the air before letting it collide back into the water. The Guilmon launched into the atmosphere, flying. His arms flailed, the star wrapped in his tongue, and he flopped his arms for support. He was going to fall in the ocean, and he wasn’t close enough to land to swim. “Yar! Rage Giga Anchor”, a large metal piece shot past Gumanzi. “Grab hold mate!” Following orders he hugged the rope, and the weapon was recalled. Faster and faster the rope was reeled. Then Gumanzi let go and crashed into the captain. Rolling in a giant tumbleweed of arms and legs the two crashed into the side of the deck. The motor groaned, working harder than necessary to desperately move. Then slowly the boat moved backwards and the motor smoked. “Somethin’s in the net boy! Pull it in, quick!” Guilmon grabbed one of the large wheels, wheel the captain grabbed another. As they turned the wheels the wires were slowly pulled in. Thanks to the pulley system it was easier to bring in the catch, but it was too big. “Somethin’s in the net that’s not supposed to be there, an’ it’s ‘rigglin’ fierce!” Gumanzi looked over the side and watched the water swirl and pulse with foreign energy. “Gumanzi, we need ta see what’s in the net. Jump in the water.” Gumanzi looked at him dumbly and the captain reassured him of his decision with a stern nod. “I’ll use my Rage Giga Anchor to pull you in.” Gumanzi looked back over the edge, deciding that the only other choice was to be stranded in a boat with no motor, he nervously put down the rock on the deck and plunged into the depths. Through the netting he could see a large creature wrestling inside the wires. It was large, blue, and lean as a snake. Two large fins whirled at the upper end on its sides, while two smaller ones flailed towards the back. The large creature had a massive missile for a head with teeth. In despair it screamed out, “Torpedo Attack”. Hundreds of smaller versions of the creature exploded all around it. Guilmon rose to the surface for air, “Rockbreaker”. His claws illuminated the water softly. Then he ducked back down and barreled into the depths. He swam into the net and used his attack Rockbreaker to sever the net. Often he would break the surface for air before resuming his work. Once free the large digimon swam out of the grasp of the broken net. Guilmon broke the surface once more, “Captain?” He didn’t have the energy to scream. Exhausted, his eyes closed. ---------And Then------
Gumanzi’s eyes rolled open and he coughed up the salty liquid burning in his lungs. “There ya’ go. Yer a’right now.” Gumi opened his eyes to see the leviathan digimon propped up his front half on the side of the boat. It’s fins were on the deck to help support itself. The Guilmon’s eyes widened and he scurried sideways. The captain chuckled, “Calm down Gumanzi, that’s just the Tylomon you helped out of the net.” The Tylomon loomed over Gumanzi with a small frown. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out of the net.” She backed off and gathered her thoughts. “I was swimming after some fish when all of a sudden a wall of net swallowed me up! I panicked and started flailing, but I kept getting more wrapped up in it. I wouldn’t have been able to get out without your help.” She leaned over again and licked Gumanzi’s forehead before returning to the ocean. “Here Gumanzi, this be yers.” He gave back the stone which he had kept protected in his pocket. Then after Gumanzi regained his wit the two continued their work. The Tylomon felt bad for all the fish that were lost and helped to round up some more. After the fishing trip the Tylomon pushed them back to shore, since their motor had broken. Guilmon didn’t catch anything on his hook, and he was exhausted from swimming. However, he did enjoy the view of the ocean. He decided that someday he will come back to the ocean, but for a much less eventful fishing trip. JUN EDIT: Looks good, +1500 Bits
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Post by Milkshake on Apr 17, 2014 15:18:54 GMT
Job: Party Central
Bits or Posts: Bits
The salty air was cool on her face. Arya had left her shabby inn to take a walk along the street a level above the shore and although the ocean view was blocked by trees and houses she could still glimpse a sight between gaps. The view was always intriguing, and she had found herself a nice spot on the bridge that was a little taller than the buildings. Shiyu was on her head, humming joyously to herself while admiring the windy evening scene. The brownish blob of slime had been the one who had kept dragging Arya out with her for a stroll. But seriously, Arya hadn’t enjoyed one bit of the journey since Shiyu had chosen to leave her tail dangling beside her head, and when the wind blew, she would feel the coolness of air on her skin and the painful sensation of a full slap on her face.
“Shiyu, shift a little to the side, make space for my face, you brown bubble,” Arya grunted finally. “Nyuu,” Shiyu stirred a little. “Come on, you’re hurting me!” “Nyo!” Shiyu remained stubbornly stuck to the top of her head. Arya sighed, “Alright! Alright! We’ll walk the beach tomorrow I promise! Just come down already!” this seemed like an appealing request, so Shiyu turned around ready to jump onto Arya’s Sling bag. But she stopped. And now her tail was in front of her face.
“SHIYU!”
The tail twitched, “Look, alu!” She rolled her eyes. “I know the scenery is beautiful, but you should at least come down so I could see it.” She stated. Shiyu finally jumped down, “Nyot that, alu! Look this way, there’s something colorful stuck on that tree!” Arya frowned and wheeled around, surely, beside the job poster board, pasted onto the coconut tree nearby was a glittering poster-like paper. Curiously she walked over to take a closer look on that piece of paper. In shiny bold words, the title wrote:
The ClubNine ➨
The arrow could be the direction of location of the club, her gaze followed downward west and surely below, on the beach was a circle of coconut trees, in the middle was a clearing which was brightly lit by several surrounding torch fires. It was an outdoor night club. She continued reading:
HIRING
Trial/Part Time/Full Time
There was another line of words below, but somehow it was crossed out and yet another hand-written line was added at the bottom:
We welcome anyone who has experience PLEASE
ANYONE PLEASE
It was not surprising that new clubs popped up in this region of the digital world, judging by the population of tourists this could be much of a profitable line of career. However, this particular club seemed to be having some sort of trouble coping with the city flow. If the club had the cash Arya needed, she would as well try her best to sort things out. Arya pondered. She hadn’t done any jobs before, other than helping her grandpa painting puppets at home. She turned to Shiyu, Shiyu shrugged. But with the brief eye contact came the final decision. She searched the board for the detailed information she needed. She would not be available for a whole-time job; but this job had a wide range of selection. She tore off the paper and rushed down to her destination as fast as her body could take.
The evening sun had dyed the white sand a brilliant orange, every step was soft and comfortable. They had come close toward the club. It wouldn’t be opening till the next hour, and surely there were no one there except for a Superstarmon wiping bottles and glass mugs at the wooden counter. He must be the owner of this club. Arya hastened her footsteps until she was at the counter, in front of the Superstarmon. The Superstarmon resumed his work but had shook his head and pointed at the large wooden clock above. Arya placed the glittering paper on the counter, her motion had finally granted her a different reaction from said Superstarmon. “Ye ‘ere ter take da job?” “Could we? I’m Arya and this,” she picked up Shiyu from her sling bag and shove her in front of the Superstarmon, Shiyu’s tail wagged, “is Shiyu, she’s a weird conomon.”
Superstarmon slammed the mug down and looked at Arya in the eye, he gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, “Don’ worry, yal accepted al’ right!” She could see sparkles behind the sunglasses. “Now what’re yal waitin’ for? Let’s get yal started!” He fixed his glasses, “Yer pretty much look like a human chil’ ter me, an’ yer nothin’ more than a babe..” Superstarmon rubbed his chin while scruntinizing them intently. “But don' worry, the task is simple, yal just have to serve the tables with the ale.” He snapped his fingers. “An’ the party starts NOW!” Music boomed from the loud speaker and the disco ball hung on two crisscrossing wires in the middle of the dance floor started glowing, emitting specks of light in all directions. Following the sound of the music, hordes of digimon started scrambling into the circle, ready for a beachside night party.
Serving beers to the tables wasn’t a tough job, it wasn’t an easy one either. Memorizing the numbers of the tables was effortless, but the burden of carrying one heavy mug was nearly insufferable, let alone two, but her determination was strong, all for the sack of the money and her personal image.. not. Shiyu was helping at the counter dealing with customers who chose to have their seats on the wooden barstools. When a mug of ale was made by Superstarmon, she would swing her tail forcefully as to let the mugs slide precisely to the ordered customers. Judging by her looks, it was even tiring than her part of work, what she was doing now required great tail skill, Arya was glad that they had been practicing it from playing beach volley. She had made her proud.
They had been serving tables for two hours now, the air was hot and the area was packed, Arya had already started sweating profusely. “Alright, lass! Yal have done a great job! Rest a lil an’ drink some ale, yes?” Superstarmon passed Arya and Shiyu each a mug of beer. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you.” Arya smiled with gratitude. Shiyu had started chugging down her mug of ale, Arya thought about what her grandpa had said a long time ago when her illness had gone worse. She was not allowed to drink alcoholic stuff and she obeyed, maybe she would give her share to Shiyu. She looked over to the glittering dance floor. Something seemed odd about it, the Disc Jockey stand was empty. “Um.. why is the DJ booth empty?” Superstarmon sighed, “yal shouldn’t worry ‘bout that, all music 'as been recorded, we just 've ter play them. I's once a DJ, but employee’s scarce, ya know. Couldn’t find a decent ale mixer.” “Hey, give it back, it’s mine!” “Ugh, it’s not enough. I need more!” Both Superstarmon and Arya looked back simultaneously. Two Floramon, a red and the other blue, were on the adjacent barstools fighting for the beer mug on the counter. The red Floramon took the mug and swiftly poured its contents into her opened head. They watched in awe as the Floramon began to tip her head pouring the beer back out from her petal head tip. The two Floramon resumed their argument. Superstarmon stared at them with a frown on his face, Arya couldn’t stand it anymore, as it soon became a little dispute it would disrupt their business at the club. She walked over with her own mug of beer, “if you want to fight so much please do so elsewhere, however if your quarrelling is just about an ale, maybe I could help you solve your problem.” She handed the mug to the blue Floramon who accepted it gratefully.
“Thank you, miss! Please have a little sip of my mix!” the red Floramon handed in her mug. Arya took two small cups from the counter and proceeded pouring out beer from the mug. She handed one to Superstarmon and the other to a dizzy Shiyu, before handing the mug back to Floramon. “Wonderful!” the club owner exclaimed after taking a sip of the beer, then he drank down the whole cup of ale in one gulp. Arya looked at Superstarmon and turned back, “It’d be an honour to have you both work here.” The blue Floramon raised a brow, “do we get paid?” Superstarmon replied happily, “Aye yal do! Plenty of bits that is!” Floramon looked disgusted, “I don’t want money, we don’t need bits to live.” “Then what d’yal want?” The two Floramon had really confused the poor club owner. “Maybe not all of the digimon prefer bits.” Arya stated nonchalantly. A drunken Shiyu came hoping towards their little group, “’ale’s yummy *hikk*, alu!” Floramon smiled at each other, “we want ales! Two for each of us per day!” Superstarmon clapped his hands, “Brillant! Now let’s get back to work, yes?”
The sun had completely slid down the horizon when Arya and Shiyu went back to work along with their new colleagues. After the short break, she could feel her strength flowing back, and the interesting incident earlier had supplemented her enough motivation to continue the boring job of waiting tables. Meanwhile, the alcohol had clearly acted as a booster on Shiyu’s part, the speed of her servings had increased drastically, Arya was relieved when she saw her accuracy had not falter. A paw was raised from the southernmost table with a large group of digimon, and called for an apple ale. Blue Floramon rang a bell and Arya proceeded taking the mug from the counter and started serving. “I like your ale. It tastes better than always.” Weregarurumon exclaimed as accepted the apple ale. “And is that The Starry? I didn’t know he could play music.” Someone from the group added. Arya smiled, “It is just part of Superstarmon’s talent, he didn’t play the booth because he was too busy back then.” “By the way, you did a good job, kid. This place had usually undergone a self-service custom.”
Arya hadn’t noticed the club changed that much before she had several brief talks with the customers in the club. The compliments around had even made her hummed while serving ales, she had never been so alive at work! Somehow, not everyone in the club was happy, she noticed this Etemon was staring sorrowfully at the unused stage beside the DJ stand. “There isn’t any performer hired at the moment, you could try your luck asking Superstarmon as to accepting you or not,” Arya suggested friendly. “I couldn’t,” he sighed. “Everyone says my singing sucks and I myself know it better than anyone.” Arya chuckled. This often happened in the elementary school, kids lack of confidence to let his talents shine. However this was a digimon they were talking about and an loud ugly voice would probably have the whole town destroyed. Then an idea struck her, she rummaged her bag, “you could read music notes, right?” She offered him a stack of music sheets, “why don’t you try singing with my music first? You can try practising with that, and when you get the hint of it, you could try making your own music.” “Thank you!” rubbing his eyes Etemon bowed. With that, Arya started serving again.
It was not long after that a shrill sound of the guitar sounded from the direction of the stage, everyone turned. Light boxes surrounded the stage was suddenly turned on, revealing a smug faced Etemon on stage. “YO, EVERBODY! HOW ARE YOU ALL?! I AM THE FIRST VOCALIST AND THE ONLY SINGER OFFICIALLY HIRED BY THE SUPER DUPER SUPERSTARMON TONIGHT!” Superstarmon from the DJ stand gave a thumbs up. “AND IT’S ALL THANKS TO A GIRL NAMED ARYA!! “ Arya facepalmed as he pointed at her. “FOR SHARING HER GREAT MUSIC WITH THIS HUMBLE SELF!!” he made a gesture rubbing his tears. “AND NOW, I WOULD LIKE YOU TO MEET A DEAR PERSON OF MINE!!” a silhouette moving up from behind the stage to reveal itself as a Metaletemon. “THIS IS MY BIG BROTHER AND HE’S REALY GOOD AT DANCING, OTHER THAN THAT, HE WOULD BE THE CLUB’S FIRST BOUNCER?! SO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FIGHTING IN THE CLUB IS A BIG NO NO, UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET YOUR BUTT KICKED!!” Etemon pointed to the sky, “NOW, ARE YOU READY?! LET’S ROCK!!” Superstarmon started mashing up music while Etemon played his favotite guitar, and the singing started. The dance floor was suddenly crowded, with Metaletemon in the middle performing various stunning dance styles, making digimon around him cheered and started dancing as well.
Arya had been holding back laughter. Etemon’s lyrics were funny and they held no real meaning at all, but she couldn’t deny the fact that Etemon’s singing was really something else, something so powerful it could melt down hearts and burn up passion. With a grin on her face, she stopped in her tracks, mugs still in hands. She turned towards Shiyu, “Shiyu!” Shiyu jumped high in the air, “alu!” she released a chain of bubbles from her mouth that flew toward the spinning discoball. The scattered bubbles had an interesting effect on rays of colored lights that shone from the ball, they sparkled like diamonds in the air!
“LET THE BASS DROP!!!” Everyone from the tables started standing up, raised their hands and began to dance.
Shiyu landed back on the counter. Her face flushed.
“THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!!!”
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The party was over and the crowd was starting to disperse. The club was about to close. Superstarmon sighed inwardly, his waitresses had signed up to only work for trials, which was a day. He would have a group of employee's hired but he still need someone to serve the tables. He spun around as he heard footsteps from the back. A group of four digimon halted in front of him.
"Hi, I am Weregarurumon, me and my friends are living around here so we thought we could be of some help in this super cool nightclub of yours?"
JUN EDIT: Looks good, +1500 Bits
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Post by UFADO on Oct 4, 2014 21:23:08 GMT
Job: Hook, Line and Sinker Posts or Bits: Bits
So... This was whitewater city. The endless ocean ahead of it shined brightley with the flashing morning sun, making a spetacle of beauty beyond imagination. Unfortunatly, UFADO was unable to appreciate it, his sistems were not made to see beauty. He was unable to understand the meaning of it, the reason it posed value to some digimon.
He saw a group of digimon coming in a boat, looking disappointed. UFADO noticed the nets and fishing poles, as well as some baskets. Empty baskets. The reason why the fisherman digimon were seemed disappointed was obvious.
"Can I be of assistance to you?" UFADO asked.
"Nope. No fish in da sea today, folk!" one of the digimon replied.
"Or at least none that we were able to catch. They were too fast! We got nothing ta sell!" another one commented.
The fisherman got out of the boat. Something shined in the fisherman's hand, something that triggered a reaction from UFADO.
"I don't think they'll be fast enougth for me. If I can fill in your baskets, will you give that thing on return?" UFADO proposed.
The digimon looked at his the small shiny orb.
"This piece of junk? Yeah, sure, you can keep it as payment. If you can fill the baskets that is."
"Very well, let's go."
UFADO got on the boat, with one of the fisherman digimon. They took it to the see, UFADO's sistems, scanning the water as they went to find a proper amount of fish. After some time, UFADO finnaly told the fisherman to stop.
"Armor evolution! Searchmon!" UFADO said, activating his armor. "Voltic Meteor!" A large eletrical sphere appeared above UFADO and was shit against the water. It only took a few moments for the stunned and dead fish to rise to the surface of the water, floating and ready to be caught. The fisherman started to pick the fish with the nets as UFADO continued to unleash bolts of eletricity against the water. In no time, the baskets were filled.
"Wow, great job!" The fisherman stated
"I'm suprised you didn't try my approach yourselves. Let's return to the shore and fetch my reward." UFADO replied.
Rhe fisherman nodded and brought the boat back, to the suprised looks on the faces of his companions. With no need for additional diplomacy, UFADO was given what he wanted.
"You sure ya don't want a full timer with us?" One of the digimon said "We could use ya."
"Never. I take no pleasure in being used." UFADO replied , leaving with his bits, which he aqwuired by breaking the sphere.
JUN EDIT: Sorry, this is much too short
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Ann White
In-Training
Eager to Make Friends.
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Post by Ann White on Nov 22, 2014 23:47:01 GMT
JOB: Showing the sites
REWARD: Bits, please
"Come on, my princess, or we`ll be late." Treat warned his tamer. She looked at him over her shoulder, tears in her young eyes, saddening Treat too. "I know it`s not really happy my princess, but you can`t let it get to you."
The girl looked back down, sobbing. A small bit of wind passed by, moving the dust of the stone of once magnificente buildings of WhiteWater City a little to the side. Ann had her eyes fixed on a small doll, which she guessed represented some kind of heroic female digimon, judging by the fact it appeared to be a pink knight. Ann wondered what could be it`s story, how it got there, what this doll could have ment to it`s owner.
Ann had arrived happily at the city, being horrified by the destruction caused. Yes, there had been some rebuilding, but the city was far from recovered. It sadned Ann when she saw all the wounded digimon, as if their pain was somehow overflowing to her. She wondered if that was what a city looked like after a tsunami or a large hurricane. And then, she saw the doll, just lying down in a pool of dirty water, and it sadned her tremendously.
Had it been left there by someone trying to escape? Or dropped by someone who actually died? Did that digimon suffer? It even hurt Ann more to be aware that however it was, was just like her, a little girl in a world filled with dangers that might just be beyond her. Ann just kept staring at the doll, until a blue paw covered her eyes, clearing the tears. Next, she felt a quick licking on her cheeck, which made her gigle and push Treat a little to the side. Treat licked her again.
"Stop that Treat!" Ann said in the midst of her laughter "You don`t have to pretend to be a dog here!"
"I know my princess, but it`s much better to see you laughing than sobbing and crying." Treat replied, backing away a bit with a playful smile. She gave him a confused look, before closing her eyes and smiling back at him, with one her warm smiles that Treat appreciatted so much. "Don`t worry my princess, I`m sure whoever ownes that doll is safe and sound somewhere."
"You think so? Then, I guess we should take it with us." Ann said, opening her bag and shoving the doll inside. The gril stood up, a confident look on her eyes. That was the Ann Treat liked to see, indeed. However, if she was still depressed, even if hiding it, then the doll with her wouldn`t help. He had to make sure.
"Why are you taking that doll, my princess?" Her partner questioned, trying to sound as a unsuspicious and curious as possible.
"Silly, if I find the owner, then I can give it back to her!" Ann said, raising her arms towards the sky with joy."We should get going, right?"
Ann started to walk away, followed by Treat. They had schedualed a tour guide on that day, and it tended to be very... well, let`s just say one wouldn`t want to be late. Yet, as they got there, the place was full. A large crowd of angry digimon was talking amongst themselves, discussing something in the form of many complains. Ann and Treat wondered what it could be and so they approached an ogremon.
"Hum, excuse me mister. What`s going on here? Wasn`t there suppose to be a tour guide beggining just about now?" Ann asked, with curious eyes. The ogremon turned and looked right at her, as if she had been sent to annoy him.
"Why do think everyone`s so angry? We`re all here in time, but that tour guide managed to get sick on this precise day, and they won`t even refund us! Look, this city turned into a pile of rubble, so they`re lucky enough I`m not apying them with bread scraps, and adding the fact they managed to be such snob`s about this and now THEY`RE the ones who`re late! But we still have to pay for our nothing tour!" The Ogremon complained, his voice tone more aggressive and louder with each word, making Treat get between the green digimon and Ann. "I swear, if they don't give us the money OR the tour guide, I'll crunch someone's bones.
"Don't you dare lay a thinger on my tamer." Treat warned, growling and clenching his teeth at the Ogremon.
"Bring it on, rookie!" the Ogremon replied, angry and ready to fight.
"Wait! Ann yelled. The crowd turned to her, as an unexpected side effect. She blushed a little, embaressed, before she spoke. It wasn't time to stay silent, she had to help Treat! "There's no need to fight! Treat and I will give you a tour guide."
At first, the crowd just laughed, moving on to either making jokes about her and Treat giving a poor tour guide or back to being angry. However, as silence begin to fell, Ann realised the crowd had turned much more open to the idea, somehow.
"Alright kiddo, show us what you've got." A vilemon said "It's better than nothing, I suppose."
Ann gave the crowd a smile and bowed.
"Alright, please follow me!" Ann said as she left the building with a confused Treat by her side. What was Ann thinking? She didn't enough about WhiteWater City to give a tour when there were signs everywhere, much less bow that the city was in ruins! Yet, girl continued, cheerful. Treat supposed this was still better than her depression with that doll. They arrived at a place from which you could see the ocean. "Hi, so we'll start this tour with a magnificent look at the ocean. For years, WhiteWater has been known for it's magnificent beach and views into the ocean, which are not rarely provided by the hotels on which humans and digimon rest from their hard travelling across the digital world. Even after the attack, the ocean still contains beauty and hope for all the inhabitants..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone! I will be taking over from now!" A Matadormon shouted from nearby, waving his arms in the air. He approached Ann. "Hi, little girl, I'm afraid it is not legal for you to as an unemployed unqualified person to give a tour guide here in WhiteWater. Rebuilding laws, you see. However, given this your first infraction, you won't be arrested and will still get paid, but I'm afraid I will take over the tour guide from now. Of course, if you're interested in tour guiding, you can come to my office tomorrow at 5 p.m.. Don't be late!"
Ann nodded and backed away, confused by what just happened.
(JOB FINISHED)
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Ann White
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Post by Ann White on Nov 26, 2014 23:45:47 GMT
Job: Showing the sites
Reward: Bits
Showing the sites. A very...imaginative name for a company that sells tour guides like an old-style luxury furniture company. Had Treat and Ann not agreed to go there the day before, they would have giggled at the name and left. Instead, Ann gigled at the name and they entered.
As expected, the entirior was heavily decorated. Thought the carpets on the roof and walls were obviously ment to diaguice it, the concrete still had quite a few cracks from the attack exposed. Some of the gold-painted furniture was broken, making Treat imagine a certain Matadormon crying over it in the day of the attack, instead of running like he should. And this was not to mention the holes well didguiced in the interior, but much mire poorly when it came to the exterior of the building.
"Oh, hi." the Matadormon said, showing up from seemingly nowhere. Ann and Treat screamed, alerted, and droped to the floor with the suprise. "Oh, my, please stop making that annoying noise. Seriously, you people will make me deaf. Anytway, you here to discuss your first job, right? As tour guides? I'm pretty sure you've arledy heard of my legendary tour guides to the old WhiteWater City."
"More or less." Ann replied, obviously still quite scared. That Matadormon was freaking her out. Maybe ut would be best to just cut to the chase. Getting a hold of herself, Ann stood, and looked at the Matadormon " We're here to give an experimental tour guide, as soon as possible, mister Matadormon."
"Oh, that. Sure, you have five minutes to get ready, then you should be meating with the group at square from yesterday. I will not tolerate any delay." The Matadormon said. Ann and Treat looked at him. Shock, confusion, horror, fear...they all described the two of them at the same time. "You had less time to prepare yesterday. Now, hurrry up. I hope my trust wasn't misplaced."
That was a key word. As soon as the Matadormon said that, Ann rushed out, determined to prove the Matadormon's trust in her and Treat wasn't misplaced. With one last look at the Matadormon, Treat left behind her. Whatever happened, he couldn't loose sight from Ann. WhiteWater had chnaged much since last they were there, and by the looks of it, not the best.
They arrived just in time. A couple seconds later, and they might end up dissected by the Matadormon for being late. Ann greeted the crowd, waving with a big smile on her. The crowd greeted her back, though only a couple digimon waved or smiled. Most of them were arledy angry fir some reason. Ann took a deep breath. Every crowd has some angry dude.
She began the tour guide like before: by bringing everyone to the ocean. Then, she took them to see the statues that were still in place, one of Gallantmon, one if Omnimon, one of Craniamon and one of Dynasmon. They were mebers of the said Royal Knights, altough Ann had no idea what those were. Fortunatly, no one asked her about it. All she knew was that they should be strong warriors of the digital world, that bring what she told the crowd. She wondered if Treat would as strong as those digimon a if he did, if there would be a statue dedicated to him. She smiled at the thought.
She moved on to talk about the shops. Most were in ruins, bur Ann didn't miss the opurturnity to praise some if the open ones, with Treat's help. That should make the store owner's happy. Ann even pointed in the direction of Cariats, despite not leading the crowd there afraid it was in ruins. Finnaly, they arrived at the final part of the tour. There was this huge, mostly broken, beach-by statue of a Vikemon. Ann said essentially the same she said about the other statues, but something interrupted her. All of the sudden, mushrooms flew into the crowd, a gas expanding within. Laughter engulfed the corked, before they fell paralised. Ann and Treat managed to escape, and witnessed as three big Mushrooms with arms, legs and a mouth and eyes appeared and began to steal the crowd's wallets.
"Hey, you can't take that! It's not tours!" Ann shouted, with Treat getting in from if her growling. Unlike his tamer, Treat knew this thieves wouldn't just back if their prize.
"Oh, really?" One of the thieves replied, begginung to shine an becoming a huge, tree-like digimin. Ann scanned it. It was a woodmon, a champion level!" Hiw about now?"
"Rrrrrrr...Visionary Charge!" Treat yelled, charging against the Woodmon
"Tree Slap!" The woddmon responded, quickly lifting his arm and hitting Treat. The tree digimon then approached Treat, laughing, and got on top of him. "Tree Slap! Tree Slap! Tree..."
Treat was taking the consequitive hits, unable to stop it. He roared in pain, as the wood repeaadly hit him. Ann was so worried. This was so unfair. Treat, the good guy, was getting beaten while two of thieves ran with the money they stole and the other having fun harming her partner. If only there was something she could do to help. A tear fell down her cheeck, the sadness was overflowing.
Suddenly, Ann's digivice began glowing , and so did Treat. The Woodmon backed of a bit, confused and scared. Treat, stood, determined to hleo the crowd and defend Ann. His body transformed, becoming a knightly figure. He took out his two swords, both bladeless. What was he gonna do?
"Swords of the ghost king!" Treat said, the two ghostly swords growing. "Spell Skills!" Treat shouted, gaining tremendous speed. The Woodmon tried to counter attack, but Treat git behind him and stabbed him with his sword while kicking him. Again, the Woodmon turned and tried to hit Treat, clearly worried, and he had a reason to be, as the result wsd the same. A few mire of those sequences later, Ann witnessed the Woodmin tearing apart in front of her, becoming raw data. With a look, Treat warned of what he was going to do next.
An hour later, the crowd thanked her and Treat while they were getting their wallets back. Standing next to them, the Matadormon was giving a harsh lesson to the Mushroomin's, who were trying to take in fear just with the Matadormon's accent, but couldn't escape due to being tied to a rope.
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