Whitewater City - Part 3: The Prayer Nature Answers [Job]
Sept 3, 2017 17:02:51 GMT
Post by Cion on Sept 3, 2017 17:02:51 GMT
Job: City Maintenance
# of Jobs Taken This Month: 3
After a day of cleaning the beach and a feast that suited such strenuous work, Cion once again woke up in her comfortable, large bed inside the hostel she had rented a room of for a week. Quickly getting back on her feet, she first enjoyed a hot shower to remove the last of the filth in her fur and pelt before once again savoring the local cuisine. Seafood on hot pita was an odd combination, but it was both flavorful and healthy for her code. And knowing the job she would perform today, she knew she needed even more carbohydrate- and vitamin-data than yesterday.
In all honesty, performing manual labor was not something that was really appealing to the CyberSagitamon. Not that she disesteemed the arts of craftsmanship or the people devoted to it. On the contrary, she regarded it, just like farmers, as one of the essential foundations any civilization needed. Without a way to feed people and assure structural integrity, neither village nor empire could last for long. She had utmost respect for everyone that performed these straining tasks well, and would gladly help out any of those builders of civilization, just like she and Owen had once done for the farming village Eirene.
However, the crux was that Cion feared she would not be good at it. She was certainly a digimon of dexterity and endurance, but in none of her lives had she ever wielded a tool, except a screwdriver every now and then. She was not a brawny craftsmon that could bend girders like it was nothing, and she did not like constantly loud noises booming around her. But, what other choice did she have? Either she would the task today and earned another big pile of money, or she would not.
"It's just a single day. Besides... it's for a good cause." The vulpine digimon spoke to herself as she was already well on her way to the building lot on this pleasant autumn day. From the report she had received, it apparently was an apartment building that got destroyed due to two hulking digimons fighting. Yes, that was a typical problem that came from size differences in the digital world. Thankfully, the punishment remained the same for everyone. The two perpetrators had to work their butts off to pay for everything, including the housing they owed to all those who had lost their apartments.
With this vicarious satisfaction and the wish to help out restoring the lives of people with bad luck, she wandered the streets of Whitewater and eventually reached the construction site. It looked professional enough, even if everything was covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust. Piles of waste and materials littered the entire area, and many sweating digimons were working hard to assure that multistoried building would be finished as soon as possible. Most of them were Champions if not hire, and all of them packed a lot of muscle. She had never seen so many Ogremons in once place before, and especially not smiling.
Speaking of hulking, when the foreman, a Cyberdramon approached her, she almost shrank back. "Hello, madame Cion. I am Alduin, the head-workman of this construction site." He introduced himself, reaching out one of his massive claws for the purpose of shaking. Quickly overcoming her hesitation, Cion found herself smiling at the polite digimon and gladly took his hand to shake as a sign of peace and trust.
"I have seen your application, and I am sure your abilities will be of use to our work. Don't worry, your task is simple and does not require much previous knowledge. You see Aster, our MetalGraymon, is bound to another site this week, and we still need a lot of materials and tools carried to other places. That is where you and your... what was it... vortex-ability come into play. Just do as requested by the other workers until 5 PM, and if we all fulfill our quota today I message HQ to pay you. Any questions?" Alduin explained, leaving Cion a bit surprised. So much for working with tools or learning a couple new skills, but in all honesty, she was glad that her task was this simplistic.
"No questions! Will be done!" The CyberSagitamon assured the Cyberdramon before leaving for work. More often than not, she just remained by the site of one of the Ogremons and bantered with them while occasionally handing over the tools they needed. It was only a couple of times that she had to transport piles of rubble or sacks of cement to different location, and even then it was pretty easy with her ability to create temporary singularities. But despite how easy it was, it saved everyone a lot of time and stamina, and they were thankful for it.
The day went by rather quickly, and Cion made great friends with the more simple digimons that worked here. They did not have high philosophical standards, but one could talk about every problem with them that one currently plagued. Overall, both at work and during lunch break, the Ogremons were a surprisingly nice company to have around. All prior regret faded from her mind, leaving a silver digimon that was more than happy to assist. She doubted that this sort of work would ever become her daily bread, but she would certainly treasure this day with her new companions.
Alas, everything had to end. As dusk struck Whitewater and all the Ogremons left to return home, she found herself waving many more digimons goodbye than ever before. And then... she was alone again, like she so often was. "Well... maybe things change with Logan." "Who?" Alduin suddenly approached her and asked, briefly startling her. This reaction naturally made the Cyberdramon laugh and it did not take long for the CyberSagitamon to join the gaiety. "N-nothing. Just my nephew. Family plans and stuff." She explained somewhat halfheartedly, not wishing to burden Alduin with her problems.
Shrugging, the Cyberdramon reached out his hand yet again to shake, a gesture Cion gladly complied with. "Thanks for the good work. The Ogremons will miss you, that's for sure. In any case, your payment should be on your account. And if there's nothing else, I wish you all the best, madame Cion." He bid farewell to her, an act that made her blush with rapture. "Same to you, mister Alduin."
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# of Jobs Taken This Month: 3
After a day of cleaning the beach and a feast that suited such strenuous work, Cion once again woke up in her comfortable, large bed inside the hostel she had rented a room of for a week. Quickly getting back on her feet, she first enjoyed a hot shower to remove the last of the filth in her fur and pelt before once again savoring the local cuisine. Seafood on hot pita was an odd combination, but it was both flavorful and healthy for her code. And knowing the job she would perform today, she knew she needed even more carbohydrate- and vitamin-data than yesterday.
In all honesty, performing manual labor was not something that was really appealing to the CyberSagitamon. Not that she disesteemed the arts of craftsmanship or the people devoted to it. On the contrary, she regarded it, just like farmers, as one of the essential foundations any civilization needed. Without a way to feed people and assure structural integrity, neither village nor empire could last for long. She had utmost respect for everyone that performed these straining tasks well, and would gladly help out any of those builders of civilization, just like she and Owen had once done for the farming village Eirene.
However, the crux was that Cion feared she would not be good at it. She was certainly a digimon of dexterity and endurance, but in none of her lives had she ever wielded a tool, except a screwdriver every now and then. She was not a brawny craftsmon that could bend girders like it was nothing, and she did not like constantly loud noises booming around her. But, what other choice did she have? Either she would the task today and earned another big pile of money, or she would not.
"It's just a single day. Besides... it's for a good cause." The vulpine digimon spoke to herself as she was already well on her way to the building lot on this pleasant autumn day. From the report she had received, it apparently was an apartment building that got destroyed due to two hulking digimons fighting. Yes, that was a typical problem that came from size differences in the digital world. Thankfully, the punishment remained the same for everyone. The two perpetrators had to work their butts off to pay for everything, including the housing they owed to all those who had lost their apartments.
With this vicarious satisfaction and the wish to help out restoring the lives of people with bad luck, she wandered the streets of Whitewater and eventually reached the construction site. It looked professional enough, even if everything was covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust. Piles of waste and materials littered the entire area, and many sweating digimons were working hard to assure that multistoried building would be finished as soon as possible. Most of them were Champions if not hire, and all of them packed a lot of muscle. She had never seen so many Ogremons in once place before, and especially not smiling.
Speaking of hulking, when the foreman, a Cyberdramon approached her, she almost shrank back. "Hello, madame Cion. I am Alduin, the head-workman of this construction site." He introduced himself, reaching out one of his massive claws for the purpose of shaking. Quickly overcoming her hesitation, Cion found herself smiling at the polite digimon and gladly took his hand to shake as a sign of peace and trust.
"I have seen your application, and I am sure your abilities will be of use to our work. Don't worry, your task is simple and does not require much previous knowledge. You see Aster, our MetalGraymon, is bound to another site this week, and we still need a lot of materials and tools carried to other places. That is where you and your... what was it... vortex-ability come into play. Just do as requested by the other workers until 5 PM, and if we all fulfill our quota today I message HQ to pay you. Any questions?" Alduin explained, leaving Cion a bit surprised. So much for working with tools or learning a couple new skills, but in all honesty, she was glad that her task was this simplistic.
"No questions! Will be done!" The CyberSagitamon assured the Cyberdramon before leaving for work. More often than not, she just remained by the site of one of the Ogremons and bantered with them while occasionally handing over the tools they needed. It was only a couple of times that she had to transport piles of rubble or sacks of cement to different location, and even then it was pretty easy with her ability to create temporary singularities. But despite how easy it was, it saved everyone a lot of time and stamina, and they were thankful for it.
The day went by rather quickly, and Cion made great friends with the more simple digimons that worked here. They did not have high philosophical standards, but one could talk about every problem with them that one currently plagued. Overall, both at work and during lunch break, the Ogremons were a surprisingly nice company to have around. All prior regret faded from her mind, leaving a silver digimon that was more than happy to assist. She doubted that this sort of work would ever become her daily bread, but she would certainly treasure this day with her new companions.
Alas, everything had to end. As dusk struck Whitewater and all the Ogremons left to return home, she found herself waving many more digimons goodbye than ever before. And then... she was alone again, like she so often was. "Well... maybe things change with Logan." "Who?" Alduin suddenly approached her and asked, briefly startling her. This reaction naturally made the Cyberdramon laugh and it did not take long for the CyberSagitamon to join the gaiety. "N-nothing. Just my nephew. Family plans and stuff." She explained somewhat halfheartedly, not wishing to burden Alduin with her problems.
Shrugging, the Cyberdramon reached out his hand yet again to shake, a gesture Cion gladly complied with. "Thanks for the good work. The Ogremons will miss you, that's for sure. In any case, your payment should be on your account. And if there's nothing else, I wish you all the best, madame Cion." He bid farewell to her, an act that made her blush with rapture. "Same to you, mister Alduin."
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