ElDoradimon - Part 4: The Most Boring Mission Yet [Job]
Nov 26, 2017 20:20:55 GMT
Post by Cion on Nov 26, 2017 20:20:55 GMT
Job: Essential Shopping
# of Jobs Taken This Month: 4
Seriously, what did outsiders expect from a shopping spree? Likely as much enjoyment as this tail contains...
So many possibilities for exiting missions that involved a living, walking land of mass that carried an entire civilization of xenophobic yet chummy digimons... and her mission was to go window shopping? Back when she was still inside the city on ElDoradimon and not in Terminus, she could almost not have believed her ears. The Jijimon who was the gigantic digimon's representative had certainly been an old coot, but to request her performing such a trivial task, no matter how important it was, after everything she had accomplished already was almost disparaging.
Cion had removed digizoid from Eldoradimon's teeth, had excelled at humanitarian aid and had even assumed the role of a misanthropic scout just to ease the minds of the citizens living on the titanic digimon. Those tasks had not been for everyone, but with her set of skills and the assistance of Vertigo the AceJetmon, she had completed them triumphantly. And as her final quest, all she had to do was getting everything from a shopping list and return the products to Jijimon? If the vulpine digimon had not been a member of P.R.O.F.I:T and would not receive an absurdly high amount of compensation in return, she would have left without a word.
In the end however, she had conceded and accepted the job, knowing that she could really use the money to take care for herself and her family. And perhaps it would not be that bad and dull after all. At the very least, she would learn a lesson of modesty and patience. To recognize that even the smallest of things could bring great joy to those that treasured them was truly virtuous after all. And maybe, just maybe, these tiny moments of elation were the people in the digital world needed to realize how meaningless their differences were if everyone simply held together.
"Arg... who am I kidding. This is just a tedious chore." Cion suddenly blurted out, briefly gaining the attention of everyone before the resumed their mundane daily grind. As the ascended CyberSagitamon scanned her environment, she realized and accepted that she was exactly where she did not want to be; inside a superstore. Miles and miles of shelves with practically worthless gadgets, gizmos and other such nonsense. She did not enjoy at all how crowded this store was, especially with that bothersome elevator music playing in the background. She preferred smaller, more personal stroes over this capitalistic hell that smelled like decaying cardboard boxes.
Yet the more time she wasted complaining about this situation she was in the longer she would have to remain at this bothersome place. Sighing, she shook her head and accepted the reality at hand, pushing onward through the dozens of hallways and junctions. There were many small items she put into her shopping cart, like screws, colored pencils and adhesive tape, but the hardest challenge was still waiting for her. Turning around a corner, she gulped in fear when she beheld a horror unlike any other.
"The perfume department..." She whispered, knowing that even her worst nightmares had not been capable of creating such a bastion of suffering and futility. Knowing that she had to obtain a specific bottle called 'Referencium du Sponge', she rushed through this section of the superstore with ludicrous haste. As if assaulted by salespersons, she utilized her jetpack boots and unmatched agility to dodge color clouds of fragrances as if she inside an action blockbuster. Up and down and all around, until she finally snatched the desired perfume and made a mad dash for the exit.
At least she would have, if it was not for the yards long queue of digimons waiting for their turn to finish their transactions. As to be expected, only a single cash point was open at a time, causing immeasurable amounts of frustration within all customers. If that was not bad enough, the current client was a Monzaemon who was slow as molasses, paying its purchases with individual pennies. The brief sensation of victory Cion had felt after her victory over the perfume department and its crooked henchmen faded quickly as the ennui of waiting in line started to overcome her whole system. "Oh... boi..."
Although she had stopped counting the hours waiting, the radiant blue sky had shifted into the colors of twilight when she left, an already asleep Vertigo waiting for her. Leaping onto his wing indifferent towards his repose, he got startled by her touch as his eyes widened. "Mommy!" He yelped, his gaze swaying towards the digimon who had contracted him. Yawning as much as he could without an actual mouth, he felt his engines weary from all this wasted time.
"Oh, sorry ma'am. Can we go now?" Vertigo almost pleaded with Cion, who nodded in her exasperated state. "Yes... let's get out of here asap." She ordered, causing the cockpit of the AceJetmon to open. With everything inside her carry-all at hand, she leapt inside and let her companion do all the work of flying back to ElDoradimon, simply leaning back into her black leather seat and turning on some good old relaxing Nu Metal to forget the dreadful hours of her life wasted.
As one could have imagined, the delivery was unspectacular and over quickly. The newest member of P.R.O.F.I.T. was done for today, having done an entire months worth of tasks in a single day thanks to the assistance of her dear, airborne companion. The two of them left as fast as they could, taking a rest in the ocean of stars that was above them as they soared over the clouds and back home to Terminus. Tired out, the silver digimon closed her eyes while sitting inside her seat, allowing her spirit to enter the realm of warm dreams filled with accomplishments. 10.000 bits to sustain her family in a single day... how wonderful.
But alas, pleasant dreams rarely lasted for long. As she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the queue again, having barely moved an inch in literal hours of waiting while the Monzaemon was still busy counting its coins. "Oh for f-"
[Finished] [Wordcount: 1037]
# of Jobs Taken This Month: 4
Seriously, what did outsiders expect from a shopping spree? Likely as much enjoyment as this tail contains...
So many possibilities for exiting missions that involved a living, walking land of mass that carried an entire civilization of xenophobic yet chummy digimons... and her mission was to go window shopping? Back when she was still inside the city on ElDoradimon and not in Terminus, she could almost not have believed her ears. The Jijimon who was the gigantic digimon's representative had certainly been an old coot, but to request her performing such a trivial task, no matter how important it was, after everything she had accomplished already was almost disparaging.
Cion had removed digizoid from Eldoradimon's teeth, had excelled at humanitarian aid and had even assumed the role of a misanthropic scout just to ease the minds of the citizens living on the titanic digimon. Those tasks had not been for everyone, but with her set of skills and the assistance of Vertigo the AceJetmon, she had completed them triumphantly. And as her final quest, all she had to do was getting everything from a shopping list and return the products to Jijimon? If the vulpine digimon had not been a member of P.R.O.F.I:T and would not receive an absurdly high amount of compensation in return, she would have left without a word.
In the end however, she had conceded and accepted the job, knowing that she could really use the money to take care for herself and her family. And perhaps it would not be that bad and dull after all. At the very least, she would learn a lesson of modesty and patience. To recognize that even the smallest of things could bring great joy to those that treasured them was truly virtuous after all. And maybe, just maybe, these tiny moments of elation were the people in the digital world needed to realize how meaningless their differences were if everyone simply held together.
"Arg... who am I kidding. This is just a tedious chore." Cion suddenly blurted out, briefly gaining the attention of everyone before the resumed their mundane daily grind. As the ascended CyberSagitamon scanned her environment, she realized and accepted that she was exactly where she did not want to be; inside a superstore. Miles and miles of shelves with practically worthless gadgets, gizmos and other such nonsense. She did not enjoy at all how crowded this store was, especially with that bothersome elevator music playing in the background. She preferred smaller, more personal stroes over this capitalistic hell that smelled like decaying cardboard boxes.
Yet the more time she wasted complaining about this situation she was in the longer she would have to remain at this bothersome place. Sighing, she shook her head and accepted the reality at hand, pushing onward through the dozens of hallways and junctions. There were many small items she put into her shopping cart, like screws, colored pencils and adhesive tape, but the hardest challenge was still waiting for her. Turning around a corner, she gulped in fear when she beheld a horror unlike any other.
"The perfume department..." She whispered, knowing that even her worst nightmares had not been capable of creating such a bastion of suffering and futility. Knowing that she had to obtain a specific bottle called 'Referencium du Sponge', she rushed through this section of the superstore with ludicrous haste. As if assaulted by salespersons, she utilized her jetpack boots and unmatched agility to dodge color clouds of fragrances as if she inside an action blockbuster. Up and down and all around, until she finally snatched the desired perfume and made a mad dash for the exit.
At least she would have, if it was not for the yards long queue of digimons waiting for their turn to finish their transactions. As to be expected, only a single cash point was open at a time, causing immeasurable amounts of frustration within all customers. If that was not bad enough, the current client was a Monzaemon who was slow as molasses, paying its purchases with individual pennies. The brief sensation of victory Cion had felt after her victory over the perfume department and its crooked henchmen faded quickly as the ennui of waiting in line started to overcome her whole system. "Oh... boi..."
Although she had stopped counting the hours waiting, the radiant blue sky had shifted into the colors of twilight when she left, an already asleep Vertigo waiting for her. Leaping onto his wing indifferent towards his repose, he got startled by her touch as his eyes widened. "Mommy!" He yelped, his gaze swaying towards the digimon who had contracted him. Yawning as much as he could without an actual mouth, he felt his engines weary from all this wasted time.
"Oh, sorry ma'am. Can we go now?" Vertigo almost pleaded with Cion, who nodded in her exasperated state. "Yes... let's get out of here asap." She ordered, causing the cockpit of the AceJetmon to open. With everything inside her carry-all at hand, she leapt inside and let her companion do all the work of flying back to ElDoradimon, simply leaning back into her black leather seat and turning on some good old relaxing Nu Metal to forget the dreadful hours of her life wasted.
As one could have imagined, the delivery was unspectacular and over quickly. The newest member of P.R.O.F.I.T. was done for today, having done an entire months worth of tasks in a single day thanks to the assistance of her dear, airborne companion. The two of them left as fast as they could, taking a rest in the ocean of stars that was above them as they soared over the clouds and back home to Terminus. Tired out, the silver digimon closed her eyes while sitting inside her seat, allowing her spirit to enter the realm of warm dreams filled with accomplishments. 10.000 bits to sustain her family in a single day... how wonderful.
But alas, pleasant dreams rarely lasted for long. As she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the queue again, having barely moved an inch in literal hours of waiting while the Monzaemon was still busy counting its coins. "Oh for f-"
[Finished] [Wordcount: 1037]