Working By Myself [Construction Job E]
Jun 9, 2018 21:09:40 GMT
Post by Cion on Jun 9, 2018 21:09:40 GMT
Job Description
In the immediate days following the final raid that had been successfully prevented, an uncomfortable silence and focus had overcome the workers of various proficiencies. Jolly banter was kept to a minimum and the wish to forget what had happened was omnipresent. Cion did not blame them for their feelings nor opinion as she understood that this kind of conflict was unpleasant - to her as well. In her point of view she had sufficiently tried to reason with the chieftain and its minions, but it had clearly been in vain. Self-defense was all she could have done to protect her employees and their project, hence she did not hesitate from unleashing her powers against the savages.
Still - that the former atmosphere of serenity had shifted to this type of phlegm was telling. If not even the daily meals she cooked for everyone were brining wide smiles to most, then perhaps it was the best to simply look forward into the future and ignore past events. That was why the Arniomon recognized that sitting around twirling her thumbs would not help their righteous cause. She barely had any experience in manual labor that involved building sites, but maybe she could assist laborers through other means.
Unfortunately, it appeared that many of the digimons here did not require her assistance; politely thanking her yet asking for her to leave as to not track of their schedule. Understandable justifications, but to say that they were not disheartening would have been a lie. All the silver fennec wanted was to support somebody who had difficulty finishing their task. Sure, considering that the workers were well-paid and hence expected to accomplish their duties, that was likely a silly things to pursue, but there was nothing else left. Perhaps building a town was just this dull after the initial hype had worn off.
Hours past by with nothing noteworthy happening while Cion merely walked in circles around the construction site, unavailingly hoping for anything to happen. That was until she rather suddenly noticed the fence the once attacked Agumon had not yet finished. Poor guy was still suffering from shock, rendering him unfit for work. And... "Oh... nobody has removed the bucket of paint yet." She commented quietly to herself, watching the container that held plenty of zinc white color in it. On top of it resided a brush of appropriate size, just waiting to be picked up.
"Eh... why not?" She asked rhetorically, literally having nothing better to do than paint a fence. Though it was a strange, new experience, she quickly managed to master the art of putting the brush inside the bucket and slapping the white goo onto the wooden elements. It was a trivial task, but it at least kept her mind and body occupied, and she was of course not bothering anyone else. It was simply perfect for everyone... yeah...
Dropping the harmless tool, the Arniomon folded her arms and let out a loud sigh. There was no more point in his presence, so maybe the time had come to meet up with the benefactors to discuss future plans and her involvement in them.
[Words: 523] [Reward: 1500 Bits + 150 for PROFIT (Cash-In in July)]
In the immediate days following the final raid that had been successfully prevented, an uncomfortable silence and focus had overcome the workers of various proficiencies. Jolly banter was kept to a minimum and the wish to forget what had happened was omnipresent. Cion did not blame them for their feelings nor opinion as she understood that this kind of conflict was unpleasant - to her as well. In her point of view she had sufficiently tried to reason with the chieftain and its minions, but it had clearly been in vain. Self-defense was all she could have done to protect her employees and their project, hence she did not hesitate from unleashing her powers against the savages.
Still - that the former atmosphere of serenity had shifted to this type of phlegm was telling. If not even the daily meals she cooked for everyone were brining wide smiles to most, then perhaps it was the best to simply look forward into the future and ignore past events. That was why the Arniomon recognized that sitting around twirling her thumbs would not help their righteous cause. She barely had any experience in manual labor that involved building sites, but maybe she could assist laborers through other means.
Unfortunately, it appeared that many of the digimons here did not require her assistance; politely thanking her yet asking for her to leave as to not track of their schedule. Understandable justifications, but to say that they were not disheartening would have been a lie. All the silver fennec wanted was to support somebody who had difficulty finishing their task. Sure, considering that the workers were well-paid and hence expected to accomplish their duties, that was likely a silly things to pursue, but there was nothing else left. Perhaps building a town was just this dull after the initial hype had worn off.
Hours past by with nothing noteworthy happening while Cion merely walked in circles around the construction site, unavailingly hoping for anything to happen. That was until she rather suddenly noticed the fence the once attacked Agumon had not yet finished. Poor guy was still suffering from shock, rendering him unfit for work. And... "Oh... nobody has removed the bucket of paint yet." She commented quietly to herself, watching the container that held plenty of zinc white color in it. On top of it resided a brush of appropriate size, just waiting to be picked up.
"Eh... why not?" She asked rhetorically, literally having nothing better to do than paint a fence. Though it was a strange, new experience, she quickly managed to master the art of putting the brush inside the bucket and slapping the white goo onto the wooden elements. It was a trivial task, but it at least kept her mind and body occupied, and she was of course not bothering anyone else. It was simply perfect for everyone... yeah...
Dropping the harmless tool, the Arniomon folded her arms and let out a loud sigh. There was no more point in his presence, so maybe the time had come to meet up with the benefactors to discuss future plans and her involvement in them.
[Words: 523] [Reward: 1500 Bits + 150 for PROFIT (Cash-In in July)]
