Whitewater City - Part 1: Birds Of A Feather [Job]
Sept 3, 2017 9:56:18 GMT
Post by Cion on Sept 3, 2017 9:56:18 GMT
Job: Guard Duty
# of Jobs Taken This Month: 1
Ever since considering the possibility of joining P.R.O.F.I.T., Cion's attitude towards pursuing jobs had been different. With Owen having abandoned their prior relationship, having chosen another and having brought a son to the digital world in the form of Logan of Offmon, money had been far more important to her than the good she provided to the world with tasks accomplished. After all, if she was still supposed to be a part of this family, then she had to assure that Logan was well-off. Their small apartment was not sufficient enough for 4 digimons, and Terminus was not the best location for a proper childhood.
Whatever the decision would be at the end, the CyberSagitamon would simply accumulate as much wealth as possible as to be prepared for every possibility that came to her mind. Thanks to one of her sources, she had found out that Whitewater City currently had exactly what she had been looking for. This was of course quick ways of earning rather sizable amounts of bits. 4 jobs came to mind that she could fulfill within a week, and she was eager to do so. Besides, she had never visited the wonderful city of Whitewater before, and would make sure to take some impressions back home.
However, her first job as a bouncer was at night, and she had only arrived in Whitewater in the last few hours. Well-rested and ready for the night, she would make sure to remember to take some hours off tomorrow so she could traverse the streets of this beach-side town and learn about its idiosyncrasies. But those were thoughts for a later hour and she would not miss a good amount of money because of her lack of focus. Still, in her Ultimate form, she was confident that it would a piece of cake.
Alongside a Gokouwmon named Son, she remained in front of the entrance to the nightclub called Caritas. Compared to others, it was a rather noble establishment that did not tolerate every inebriated filth wanting to party. Neither alcohol nor other forms of supplements were tolerated inside as to keep its good reputation. It was somewhat against the purpose of a nightclub, but it made it all the more inviting to people who did not want to be around intoxicated digimons. Drugs were a rare problem in the digital world, but the influence of the human world upon it became clearer with every passing day, and so did its flaws.
Naturally, it was not of Cion's concern. Despite the heartbreaking experiences of recent yesteryear, her general wish to help out the digital world in its entirety still lingered inside her heart, even if it was enshrouded by a feeling of loss and selfhood at the moment. But that did not mean that she was responsible for every individual action of every other digimon. If they wished to be inebriated, so be it, but if they tried to hurt another digimon, she'd hurt them. And today, this was even her job.
Thankfully, most of the fresh night until 4 AM had been rather calm, with most people not posing any potential threat to the good mood inside the club. Son had taken the responsibility of patting down every visitor for unacceptable items, and Cion assured that their mental capacity was still intact with a bit of banter and making sure that their eyes remained straight. Overall, it was a rather simple and even entertaining job. Not only that, but there were many breaks in between, and getting to know the wise and firm Gokuwmon was without a doubt delightful.
Unfortunately, nothing was perfect. It came the time that indeed someone unwanted appeared. It was a Deputymon that looked like it had a bit too much moonshine. They way it staggered was a very unpleasant sight to the CyberSagitamon, but it appeared Son was all too used to it already. Quickly, before they were approached by the intoxicated digimon, they discussed how to deal with it. After all, it was not only its drunken state that posed a problem, but also the fact that his body mostly consisted of weaponry. As to avoid conflict and escalation, they knew that they had to keep it out of the club.
"This is... my town. Get out of my town." The Deputymon lashed out at them, flailing its arms like it had completely forgotten of the revolvers at its disposal. Son quickly grabbed the drunk digimon by its arm and carried it aside. "Sir. I'm certain you are not well. Please go home, drink a lot of water and have a good night's rest." He spoke with utmost friendliness and patience in his voice, but the Deputymon had none of that. "Who ya think ya are... punk. Re... re... respect your sheriff, or... 12 o'clock... and stuff."
Cion scratched her chin, not wishing to hurt someone that was clearly not in control of its actions. Still, they had to remove it from the property of the club, but they had to remain professional while doing so. After a couple of seconds, she suddenly had a great idea and motioned the Deputymon to walk over to her with a cute wink. "Oh... darling." She spoke sweetly, making the Deputymon blush and walk over to her. "He-he-he-hellooooooww..." It stammered, clearly delighted by Cion's frame and inviting attitude.
But just before they would touch, the CyberSagitamon utilized a very weak version of her 'Translucent Vortex' ability to turn the drunken digimon 120° away from her and Son. Naturally, it had no idea what was going on. "Cutie? Where are you? Oh, playful I see! I'll find you, and then I'll show you my colt 44." The Deputymon shouted before reeling off to chase after the digimon of its inebriated dreams, having no clue that she had been right behind it all this time.
Chuckling after their little problem vanished from view, she gave Son a little fist bump. "A job accomplished without anyone getting hurt. Well done, Cion." The Gokuwmon congratulated her, although he remained as firm and serious as ever. "Always." She responded calmly, happy that the night was nearing its end soon.
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# of Jobs Taken This Month: 1
Ever since considering the possibility of joining P.R.O.F.I.T., Cion's attitude towards pursuing jobs had been different. With Owen having abandoned their prior relationship, having chosen another and having brought a son to the digital world in the form of Logan of Offmon, money had been far more important to her than the good she provided to the world with tasks accomplished. After all, if she was still supposed to be a part of this family, then she had to assure that Logan was well-off. Their small apartment was not sufficient enough for 4 digimons, and Terminus was not the best location for a proper childhood.
Whatever the decision would be at the end, the CyberSagitamon would simply accumulate as much wealth as possible as to be prepared for every possibility that came to her mind. Thanks to one of her sources, she had found out that Whitewater City currently had exactly what she had been looking for. This was of course quick ways of earning rather sizable amounts of bits. 4 jobs came to mind that she could fulfill within a week, and she was eager to do so. Besides, she had never visited the wonderful city of Whitewater before, and would make sure to take some impressions back home.
However, her first job as a bouncer was at night, and she had only arrived in Whitewater in the last few hours. Well-rested and ready for the night, she would make sure to remember to take some hours off tomorrow so she could traverse the streets of this beach-side town and learn about its idiosyncrasies. But those were thoughts for a later hour and she would not miss a good amount of money because of her lack of focus. Still, in her Ultimate form, she was confident that it would a piece of cake.
Alongside a Gokouwmon named Son, she remained in front of the entrance to the nightclub called Caritas. Compared to others, it was a rather noble establishment that did not tolerate every inebriated filth wanting to party. Neither alcohol nor other forms of supplements were tolerated inside as to keep its good reputation. It was somewhat against the purpose of a nightclub, but it made it all the more inviting to people who did not want to be around intoxicated digimons. Drugs were a rare problem in the digital world, but the influence of the human world upon it became clearer with every passing day, and so did its flaws.
Naturally, it was not of Cion's concern. Despite the heartbreaking experiences of recent yesteryear, her general wish to help out the digital world in its entirety still lingered inside her heart, even if it was enshrouded by a feeling of loss and selfhood at the moment. But that did not mean that she was responsible for every individual action of every other digimon. If they wished to be inebriated, so be it, but if they tried to hurt another digimon, she'd hurt them. And today, this was even her job.
Thankfully, most of the fresh night until 4 AM had been rather calm, with most people not posing any potential threat to the good mood inside the club. Son had taken the responsibility of patting down every visitor for unacceptable items, and Cion assured that their mental capacity was still intact with a bit of banter and making sure that their eyes remained straight. Overall, it was a rather simple and even entertaining job. Not only that, but there were many breaks in between, and getting to know the wise and firm Gokuwmon was without a doubt delightful.
Unfortunately, nothing was perfect. It came the time that indeed someone unwanted appeared. It was a Deputymon that looked like it had a bit too much moonshine. They way it staggered was a very unpleasant sight to the CyberSagitamon, but it appeared Son was all too used to it already. Quickly, before they were approached by the intoxicated digimon, they discussed how to deal with it. After all, it was not only its drunken state that posed a problem, but also the fact that his body mostly consisted of weaponry. As to avoid conflict and escalation, they knew that they had to keep it out of the club.
"This is... my town. Get out of my town." The Deputymon lashed out at them, flailing its arms like it had completely forgotten of the revolvers at its disposal. Son quickly grabbed the drunk digimon by its arm and carried it aside. "Sir. I'm certain you are not well. Please go home, drink a lot of water and have a good night's rest." He spoke with utmost friendliness and patience in his voice, but the Deputymon had none of that. "Who ya think ya are... punk. Re... re... respect your sheriff, or... 12 o'clock... and stuff."
Cion scratched her chin, not wishing to hurt someone that was clearly not in control of its actions. Still, they had to remove it from the property of the club, but they had to remain professional while doing so. After a couple of seconds, she suddenly had a great idea and motioned the Deputymon to walk over to her with a cute wink. "Oh... darling." She spoke sweetly, making the Deputymon blush and walk over to her. "He-he-he-hellooooooww..." It stammered, clearly delighted by Cion's frame and inviting attitude.
But just before they would touch, the CyberSagitamon utilized a very weak version of her 'Translucent Vortex' ability to turn the drunken digimon 120° away from her and Son. Naturally, it had no idea what was going on. "Cutie? Where are you? Oh, playful I see! I'll find you, and then I'll show you my colt 44." The Deputymon shouted before reeling off to chase after the digimon of its inebriated dreams, having no clue that she had been right behind it all this time.
Chuckling after their little problem vanished from view, she gave Son a little fist bump. "A job accomplished without anyone getting hurt. Well done, Cion." The Gokuwmon congratulated her, although he remained as firm and serious as ever. "Always." She responded calmly, happy that the night was nearing its end soon.
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