Bully can cook, everyone's Shook [JOB]
Feb 22, 2019 17:28:53 GMT
Post by Bero on Feb 22, 2019 17:28:53 GMT
Job: Rosewood Construction Job C - Cook food for the Work Crews
The sound of hustle and bustle softly rung throughout the construction sight, creating a peaceful, sociable ambience of those currently taking a break between lifting things or creating the beautiful plant like environment in the outskirts of Rosewood as they were still being built. The sun was starting to go down, just a little bit, the sky still blue and the entirety of the outside environment still glowing a soft nature-esque green. Life in rosewood was like someone had found the bloom filter for the digital world itself and turned it way up.
Bero, ofcourse, didn’t care much for the visuals outside, although it wasn’t like he had a choice but to view them. He growled and grumbled, but Muchmon was having none of it. “Oh no hunny, we’re getting that nasty fur of yours all nice and clean if you’re going to use it to help out in the kitchen, i don’t care how much you complain.” Muchomon’s words reminded Bero he was here for the long run, ‘forced’ by the Raidramon who had saved him a while back. He remembered the situation vividly… The Raidramon had seen him cook and forced him to make use of his fires for everyone else. He didn’t want to, but the Raidramon was so confident in it’s strength, Bero was sure he was in for it if he refused.
In truth, the Raidramon had just enviously wanted his own meat to be cooked as well done as Bero cooked his own meat on the spot using his fires, but nobody was going to tell Bero that he missed… all of the nuance and details, and didn’t really have to be here. As long as no one told him that, he’d grumpily be here, contributing to Rosewood society. Again.
Bero looked around the kitchen area. It was lit in a soft yellow glow, wood and metallic apparatus lit up by the pleasant sunlight from outside. He couldn’t look around much, as Muchomon continued running a parser comb through Bero’s fur, cleaning off any code bugs or errors that popped up with a bit of soap meant to help handle small exceptions. That way, any nasty code or damage wouldn’t accidentally start some small bugs in the meat’s data. Bero was practically ready to hiss as his coat was made wet with the digital soap and water. He didn’t like being wet, he had to dry it all off using his own stamina and it didn’t even help in combat. What a dumb hassle.
Muchomon smiled. “Alright alright you grumpy thing, we’re done for now. Get the hell off that chair and go do something useful.” Bero sneered as he indeed jumped off of it, somewhat smaller than the Muchomon. He looked around the Kitchen, wondering how to make himself useful...
Wordcount so far: 467 words
Bero's 4th job of February 2019
The sound of hustle and bustle softly rung throughout the construction sight, creating a peaceful, sociable ambience of those currently taking a break between lifting things or creating the beautiful plant like environment in the outskirts of Rosewood as they were still being built. The sun was starting to go down, just a little bit, the sky still blue and the entirety of the outside environment still glowing a soft nature-esque green. Life in rosewood was like someone had found the bloom filter for the digital world itself and turned it way up.
Bero, ofcourse, didn’t care much for the visuals outside, although it wasn’t like he had a choice but to view them. He growled and grumbled, but Muchmon was having none of it. “Oh no hunny, we’re getting that nasty fur of yours all nice and clean if you’re going to use it to help out in the kitchen, i don’t care how much you complain.” Muchomon’s words reminded Bero he was here for the long run, ‘forced’ by the Raidramon who had saved him a while back. He remembered the situation vividly… The Raidramon had seen him cook and forced him to make use of his fires for everyone else. He didn’t want to, but the Raidramon was so confident in it’s strength, Bero was sure he was in for it if he refused.
In truth, the Raidramon had just enviously wanted his own meat to be cooked as well done as Bero cooked his own meat on the spot using his fires, but nobody was going to tell Bero that he missed… all of the nuance and details, and didn’t really have to be here. As long as no one told him that, he’d grumpily be here, contributing to Rosewood society. Again.
Bero looked around the kitchen area. It was lit in a soft yellow glow, wood and metallic apparatus lit up by the pleasant sunlight from outside. He couldn’t look around much, as Muchomon continued running a parser comb through Bero’s fur, cleaning off any code bugs or errors that popped up with a bit of soap meant to help handle small exceptions. That way, any nasty code or damage wouldn’t accidentally start some small bugs in the meat’s data. Bero was practically ready to hiss as his coat was made wet with the digital soap and water. He didn’t like being wet, he had to dry it all off using his own stamina and it didn’t even help in combat. What a dumb hassle.
Muchomon smiled. “Alright alright you grumpy thing, we’re done for now. Get the hell off that chair and go do something useful.” Bero sneered as he indeed jumped off of it, somewhat smaller than the Muchomon. He looked around the Kitchen, wondering how to make himself useful...
Wordcount so far: 467 words
