Magic Medic [Rosewood Village Job C]
Aug 12, 2018 13:37:18 GMT
Post by Cion on Aug 12, 2018 13:37:18 GMT
It was true that every functioning society required professions that assured general safety and well-being, both in emergencies and to be prepared for any circumstances. Police, firemen, military, doctors - all of these occupations were vital to guarantee harmony and vitality. As optimistic as Cion was about her project she put so much effort into, she was not blind to the reality of things. Technical errors and an individual's idiosyncrasies could lead to situation were a critical service was needed immediately - intentionally or due to accidents. Though temporarily, the restrained Arniomon gladly assumed the role of a medic in case either children or caretakers got somehow injured.
However, in a young village such as this that was still in the long-lasting process of construction and thriving, distress seldom arose. How many people lived her by now? A couple hundred - a thousand tops. The possibility of a grave slip-up was minuscule, hence a lot of stand-by duty was at everyone's disposal. A steaming coffee here, a nice banter with the locals there. At least folks around town no longer appeared to remember the incident with the savages, nor the merciless sanction she had imposed on them for this city's sake. To be fair, despite being proud of her accomplishment, she rather forgot about it as well.
Thus, with literally nothing else to do at her paws, she decided to savor the early noon by strolling through the dirt tracks of Rosewood. Simple yet elegant houses carved out of wood and stone, colorful plants and fresh grass adorning most corners, and the shadow of the nearby tree's leaves and branches gently waving back and forth. Although knowing that this idyllic scene was bound to give way for ferroconcrete, glass and plastics one day, she sincerely hoped that the natural aesthetic would not be lost in the process. Beauty was enrich the soul and mind after all.
Watching and listening carefully, the sight and sounds of kids frolicking, studying and training was ubiquitous, which was of course reason for the silver fennec to rejoice. To know that her dream was alive caused her to feel rarely experienced felicity. She understood that vile threats such as the crimson parasite and the black corruption sought to undermine the devotion of her and others of goodwill, but she would assure that no harm would befall this beautiful, emerging civilization.
Oh - a scream? Did not sound too pained, but it was her responsibility to pursue the matter regardless. Approaching the athletic ground, she quickly spotted a Betamon slightly singed by a SnowAgumon. Freezer burn - a minor injury. Walking over to the youngsters with a steady pace, she greeted the lads and gals and swiftly got to work. A single touch of her finger, an aura of radiant healing energies and the deed was done. No pain, no damage.
"Tadaa! Be more careful when you spar from now on, will ya?" Cion asked rhetorically with a rapt smile, appreciating the childlike gratitude her client and his friends displayed. At any rate, it was time to return to her 'patrol'. Nothing noteworthy occurred, but that was a given for a tranquil city such as Rosewood.
[Words: 525] [Reward: 1500 Bits + 150 for PROFIT]
However, in a young village such as this that was still in the long-lasting process of construction and thriving, distress seldom arose. How many people lived her by now? A couple hundred - a thousand tops. The possibility of a grave slip-up was minuscule, hence a lot of stand-by duty was at everyone's disposal. A steaming coffee here, a nice banter with the locals there. At least folks around town no longer appeared to remember the incident with the savages, nor the merciless sanction she had imposed on them for this city's sake. To be fair, despite being proud of her accomplishment, she rather forgot about it as well.
Thus, with literally nothing else to do at her paws, she decided to savor the early noon by strolling through the dirt tracks of Rosewood. Simple yet elegant houses carved out of wood and stone, colorful plants and fresh grass adorning most corners, and the shadow of the nearby tree's leaves and branches gently waving back and forth. Although knowing that this idyllic scene was bound to give way for ferroconcrete, glass and plastics one day, she sincerely hoped that the natural aesthetic would not be lost in the process. Beauty was enrich the soul and mind after all.
Watching and listening carefully, the sight and sounds of kids frolicking, studying and training was ubiquitous, which was of course reason for the silver fennec to rejoice. To know that her dream was alive caused her to feel rarely experienced felicity. She understood that vile threats such as the crimson parasite and the black corruption sought to undermine the devotion of her and others of goodwill, but she would assure that no harm would befall this beautiful, emerging civilization.
Oh - a scream? Did not sound too pained, but it was her responsibility to pursue the matter regardless. Approaching the athletic ground, she quickly spotted a Betamon slightly singed by a SnowAgumon. Freezer burn - a minor injury. Walking over to the youngsters with a steady pace, she greeted the lads and gals and swiftly got to work. A single touch of her finger, an aura of radiant healing energies and the deed was done. No pain, no damage.
"Tadaa! Be more careful when you spar from now on, will ya?" Cion asked rhetorically with a rapt smile, appreciating the childlike gratitude her client and his friends displayed. At any rate, it was time to return to her 'patrol'. Nothing noteworthy occurred, but that was a given for a tranquil city such as Rosewood.
[Words: 525] [Reward: 1500 Bits + 150 for PROFIT]
