Trivial Manual Labor [Construction Job A]
Jun 9, 2018 8:34:19 GMT
Post by Cion on Jun 9, 2018 8:34:19 GMT
Job Description
"So... Rosewood, eh?" Cion more or less spoke to herself as she beheld the large construction site that was the future hub of civilization amidst the Eastern timberlands. There was not much to it yet except a few cornerstones, markers and a noticeable amount of young digimons eager to make this their new home, but it held great promises. Not only was it an additional nation that had the potential of bringing peace and prosperity to the often still feral digital world, but serving as a safe haven for children and those who had not yet determined their path was an excellent idea.
Terminus was an efficient yet cold and corrupted metropolis which clearly did not suit the recent trend of raising younglings properly. Too many criminals and everything had a tendency to be gray, even at the upper stands were gardening was more common. Rustport was too hot and barely worthy of the title of village, and though Snowflake was indeed cozy its environment did not enable a comfortable life for those who enjoyed moderate temperatures. The 'holy' capital of Luminas and its xenophobic zealots were excluded right from the get-go. That left Whitewater as the sole city appropriate for kids, although the local night life was not quite suitable.
No, this prospective state had the best chance of becoming what adolescent digimons truly needed. Safety, support, affection and purpose. Was it a possible homeland for the Arniomon and her family, mainly tiny Logan? Well... despite the nearby Trailmon station it was somewhat isolated, which was both a good and bad thing. It was a possibility that had to be argued for, but at least purchasing a big estate that would served as a summer residence of sorts was not inane.
"Gosh... I'm getting way too ahead of myself." The silver fennec uttered with a chuckle, realizing that she was once again daydreaming and trying to control every aspect of what lay in front of her. She really had to learn to not be such a controller and relax more often, but it was difficult when among grand potential. Besides, she only wanted the best for those she cared about. Alas Rosewood had yet to be built, which was the very reason why she was here in the first place. After all, she was an officier of an organization of global renown and inherent cooperativeness.
To establish special relationships and goodwill towards PROFIT, Cion had offered her well-known assistance to extremely economic conditions. There had been many other mission that would easily pay five times as much as she would earn here at drastically reduced efforts, but sometimes one had to be smart to achieve desired goals. It was not quite soft-selling as many businessmen put it, but it was similar enough in nature to be considered an equal. Long-term success at the cost of a quick profit. Reading these guides for upstart wholesalers had definitely been worth it!
This of course meant, for the sake of gathering large amounts of materials to be used for constructing buildings, that the ancient beast had to get her tiny, fluffy paws dirty. Naturally this was not meant to be taken literally, for the Arniomon had tools at her disposal that allowed her beautiful frame to remain clean and redolent of axe shampoo. Speaking of axes, cutting down trees was exactly what she was going to do to sustain the efforts with raw wood. And of course she did not deforest the surrounding glades of the city to-be, for aesthetics was a big part of quality of life as well.
Calmly venturing through the thick shrubbery of the mild borderlands, passing uncountable conifers and bushes, she eventually reached the line that separated the server woods from the mainframe hills. Naturally Cion did not arrive here by strolling, but by her power to fly at high velocity. Hovering a dozen meters above the grassy ground, the vulpine mercenary with unrivaled moral commitment scanned her area, seeing nothing but tree tops gracing her vicinity and the edge of the horizon. Not a single sign of feral digimons who would have had their cluster destroyed. "Splendid." She whispered, ready to get to work.
With a snap of her fingers, a cacophony of iridescence manifested itself around the restrained Super Mega, soon given form by her iron will. Within a large radius, dozens of ethereal blades circled her slowly, razor-sharp and following her every command. It merely took a single swipe of her hand to relocate them to the trees' bark, and another to separate them from their trunks with a simple slash. Yet instead of falling down they lingered in their natural position for a few moments, at least for as long as Cion managed to muster enough willpower to maneuver the heavy logs.
Slowly, they started to float and move above her head and behind her back in perfect rows as to maximize the space she had access to in her psychokinetic sphere. A 25 meter radius with her as the center was not a lot to work with, but for her task it sufficed, especially since this was far from the first trip she'd take. Hence it only took a few minutes until she was done cutting wood, her realm almost entirely covered in timber and leaves. But since refinement was not part of her quest, she was done and merely needed a small spyhole to navigate properly.
In the end, the bizarre sight that was her with a hundred trees having in tow flying through the air reached her destination, returning safely to the construction site. Greeted by uncountable gazes of awe and bafflement, she landed calmly and swayed her cargo to accumulate into perfect, accessible piles from which the works could take what they required. Beating a some sticks out of her pelt, she cleared her throat and gave everyone present a firm nod. "That will suffice for today. I will harvest stone and then perhaps clay, if you don't mind. Tata!"
And with a cute wink the aureate lightning bolt disappeared again to do her responsibility justice. That should've certainly left a good first yet lasting, positive impression, not?
[Words: 1029] [Reward: 2500 Bits + 250 for PROFIT]
"So... Rosewood, eh?" Cion more or less spoke to herself as she beheld the large construction site that was the future hub of civilization amidst the Eastern timberlands. There was not much to it yet except a few cornerstones, markers and a noticeable amount of young digimons eager to make this their new home, but it held great promises. Not only was it an additional nation that had the potential of bringing peace and prosperity to the often still feral digital world, but serving as a safe haven for children and those who had not yet determined their path was an excellent idea.
Terminus was an efficient yet cold and corrupted metropolis which clearly did not suit the recent trend of raising younglings properly. Too many criminals and everything had a tendency to be gray, even at the upper stands were gardening was more common. Rustport was too hot and barely worthy of the title of village, and though Snowflake was indeed cozy its environment did not enable a comfortable life for those who enjoyed moderate temperatures. The 'holy' capital of Luminas and its xenophobic zealots were excluded right from the get-go. That left Whitewater as the sole city appropriate for kids, although the local night life was not quite suitable.
No, this prospective state had the best chance of becoming what adolescent digimons truly needed. Safety, support, affection and purpose. Was it a possible homeland for the Arniomon and her family, mainly tiny Logan? Well... despite the nearby Trailmon station it was somewhat isolated, which was both a good and bad thing. It was a possibility that had to be argued for, but at least purchasing a big estate that would served as a summer residence of sorts was not inane.
"Gosh... I'm getting way too ahead of myself." The silver fennec uttered with a chuckle, realizing that she was once again daydreaming and trying to control every aspect of what lay in front of her. She really had to learn to not be such a controller and relax more often, but it was difficult when among grand potential. Besides, she only wanted the best for those she cared about. Alas Rosewood had yet to be built, which was the very reason why she was here in the first place. After all, she was an officier of an organization of global renown and inherent cooperativeness.
To establish special relationships and goodwill towards PROFIT, Cion had offered her well-known assistance to extremely economic conditions. There had been many other mission that would easily pay five times as much as she would earn here at drastically reduced efforts, but sometimes one had to be smart to achieve desired goals. It was not quite soft-selling as many businessmen put it, but it was similar enough in nature to be considered an equal. Long-term success at the cost of a quick profit. Reading these guides for upstart wholesalers had definitely been worth it!
This of course meant, for the sake of gathering large amounts of materials to be used for constructing buildings, that the ancient beast had to get her tiny, fluffy paws dirty. Naturally this was not meant to be taken literally, for the Arniomon had tools at her disposal that allowed her beautiful frame to remain clean and redolent of axe shampoo. Speaking of axes, cutting down trees was exactly what she was going to do to sustain the efforts with raw wood. And of course she did not deforest the surrounding glades of the city to-be, for aesthetics was a big part of quality of life as well.
Calmly venturing through the thick shrubbery of the mild borderlands, passing uncountable conifers and bushes, she eventually reached the line that separated the server woods from the mainframe hills. Naturally Cion did not arrive here by strolling, but by her power to fly at high velocity. Hovering a dozen meters above the grassy ground, the vulpine mercenary with unrivaled moral commitment scanned her area, seeing nothing but tree tops gracing her vicinity and the edge of the horizon. Not a single sign of feral digimons who would have had their cluster destroyed. "Splendid." She whispered, ready to get to work.
With a snap of her fingers, a cacophony of iridescence manifested itself around the restrained Super Mega, soon given form by her iron will. Within a large radius, dozens of ethereal blades circled her slowly, razor-sharp and following her every command. It merely took a single swipe of her hand to relocate them to the trees' bark, and another to separate them from their trunks with a simple slash. Yet instead of falling down they lingered in their natural position for a few moments, at least for as long as Cion managed to muster enough willpower to maneuver the heavy logs.
Slowly, they started to float and move above her head and behind her back in perfect rows as to maximize the space she had access to in her psychokinetic sphere. A 25 meter radius with her as the center was not a lot to work with, but for her task it sufficed, especially since this was far from the first trip she'd take. Hence it only took a few minutes until she was done cutting wood, her realm almost entirely covered in timber and leaves. But since refinement was not part of her quest, she was done and merely needed a small spyhole to navigate properly.
In the end, the bizarre sight that was her with a hundred trees having in tow flying through the air reached her destination, returning safely to the construction site. Greeted by uncountable gazes of awe and bafflement, she landed calmly and swayed her cargo to accumulate into perfect, accessible piles from which the works could take what they required. Beating a some sticks out of her pelt, she cleared her throat and gave everyone present a firm nod. "That will suffice for today. I will harvest stone and then perhaps clay, if you don't mind. Tata!"
And with a cute wink the aureate lightning bolt disappeared again to do her responsibility justice. That should've certainly left a good first yet lasting, positive impression, not?
[Words: 1029] [Reward: 2500 Bits + 250 for PROFIT]
