Post by Alexandros Skouriá on Nov 12, 2019 5:03:41 GMT -5
The request board had been worked down to almost nothing, it seemed.
Alexandros found himself before the board, scanning up and down the scarce few tasks remaining, hand upon his hip and just a touch of boredom creeping in to ruin his day. Qiu'li was probably off somewhere in the city, toiling away at a dozen requests at once, as he had become rather well known for doing. Haven's citizen request system was peculiar -- it went without saying, really -- and always entertaining to poke through and look over, but there was no denying its usefulness all the same; the people of the city needed plenty of things done, and the academy had an abundance of do-gooders with hearts on their sleeves to offer that helping hand which the populace needed. There was the occasional 'job' which would drum up a double-take from the Skouriá boy for its absurdity, or perhaps simplicity at other times, but far too many settled into a samey sort of comfortable-nothing. Lots of deliveries, and basic support or escort tasks for people journeying out to the city limits, and... yeah, no, it really was largely straightforward stuff.
At least somebody was having fun with it, he could only hope.
In the end, Alex had decided on the most interesting offer left untaken: asset requisition from a particular trader near the 'boundary' between the Cloud District and the Wind District beneath, for an assortment of Dust crystals and various supplies meant to integrate them with all sorts of equipment.
With his mental-map well defined and laid out from a life spent in the city, the boy moved out into the streets with a bundle of paperwork in hand. Conveniently, the location to collect the supplies from, Crystal Clear, was only a little while away on-foot once beyond the academy grounds, and built along a path that complimented the winding back-and-forth of the mountainside. This wasn't to say that it was easy to get to -- no part of Mistral was, really, save for the lowest parts of the Ground District and the absolute peak of the city where Haven was built -- but it was close-ish, and only a few alleyways deep, and would likely be obvious enough from the outside to cut through any need to search for a precise address amongst identical buildings. So, with a (theoretically) obvious target in mind, Alexandros made the trek out into the hustle and bustle.
It wasn't long at all before the boy had found the place; a pleasant exchange of words and goods took place, the necessary paperwork was signed off, and Alexandros was left with a hefty crate of various Dust crystals separated into bundles wrapped in sturdy, crumpled-up brown paper. Not exactly what he was used to seeing, the young Skouriá had to admit, but a job done was a job done no matter how it was packaged. With his 'work' for the day done, Alex readied himself for the journey back up the mountain's path and pressed back out into Mistral with an absolute haul for the academy.
The walk back up to Haven would not be nearly as effortless as the walk down to Crystal Clear.
Now, part of it could, of course, be pinned on the giant selection of magical rocks he had entrusted himself with carrying back up to the highest point of the city, but part of it could just as equally be placed on the immediate need to help out... well, somebody.
It was a young woman. Faunus, too, given the prominent horns spiralling out of the side of her head. Not somebody he knew, but somebody who looked completely and utterly lost. Alex offered a smile and a small nod of the head -- anything else would be quite hard to manage given the delivery for the school cradled in his arms -- as she wandered about, slowly and surely pulling closer to where the brawler stood in front of the door.
"Hey there," Alex said, polite if unconvincing, as most small-talk seemed to be. "Those requests must be keeping you busy too, I take it."
The boy shot a quick glance down to the paper she held, briefly shifting the crate to get as much of a look as he could. To his surprise, it was a map of the city, and not any sort of paperwork as the boy had initially assumed; she was lost, alright.
"You, uh," he continued, "got somewhere you need to be? I could give you some directions, if you need it; I'm Alexandros, from up at the academy."
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WC 768/768
Alexandros found himself before the board, scanning up and down the scarce few tasks remaining, hand upon his hip and just a touch of boredom creeping in to ruin his day. Qiu'li was probably off somewhere in the city, toiling away at a dozen requests at once, as he had become rather well known for doing. Haven's citizen request system was peculiar -- it went without saying, really -- and always entertaining to poke through and look over, but there was no denying its usefulness all the same; the people of the city needed plenty of things done, and the academy had an abundance of do-gooders with hearts on their sleeves to offer that helping hand which the populace needed. There was the occasional 'job' which would drum up a double-take from the Skouriá boy for its absurdity, or perhaps simplicity at other times, but far too many settled into a samey sort of comfortable-nothing. Lots of deliveries, and basic support or escort tasks for people journeying out to the city limits, and... yeah, no, it really was largely straightforward stuff.
At least somebody was having fun with it, he could only hope.
In the end, Alex had decided on the most interesting offer left untaken: asset requisition from a particular trader near the 'boundary' between the Cloud District and the Wind District beneath, for an assortment of Dust crystals and various supplies meant to integrate them with all sorts of equipment.
With his mental-map well defined and laid out from a life spent in the city, the boy moved out into the streets with a bundle of paperwork in hand. Conveniently, the location to collect the supplies from, Crystal Clear, was only a little while away on-foot once beyond the academy grounds, and built along a path that complimented the winding back-and-forth of the mountainside. This wasn't to say that it was easy to get to -- no part of Mistral was, really, save for the lowest parts of the Ground District and the absolute peak of the city where Haven was built -- but it was close-ish, and only a few alleyways deep, and would likely be obvious enough from the outside to cut through any need to search for a precise address amongst identical buildings. So, with a (theoretically) obvious target in mind, Alexandros made the trek out into the hustle and bustle.
It wasn't long at all before the boy had found the place; a pleasant exchange of words and goods took place, the necessary paperwork was signed off, and Alexandros was left with a hefty crate of various Dust crystals separated into bundles wrapped in sturdy, crumpled-up brown paper. Not exactly what he was used to seeing, the young Skouriá had to admit, but a job done was a job done no matter how it was packaged. With his 'work' for the day done, Alex readied himself for the journey back up the mountain's path and pressed back out into Mistral with an absolute haul for the academy.
The walk back up to Haven would not be nearly as effortless as the walk down to Crystal Clear.
Now, part of it could, of course, be pinned on the giant selection of magical rocks he had entrusted himself with carrying back up to the highest point of the city, but part of it could just as equally be placed on the immediate need to help out... well, somebody.
It was a young woman. Faunus, too, given the prominent horns spiralling out of the side of her head. Not somebody he knew, but somebody who looked completely and utterly lost. Alex offered a smile and a small nod of the head -- anything else would be quite hard to manage given the delivery for the school cradled in his arms -- as she wandered about, slowly and surely pulling closer to where the brawler stood in front of the door.
"Hey there," Alex said, polite if unconvincing, as most small-talk seemed to be. "Those requests must be keeping you busy too, I take it."
The boy shot a quick glance down to the paper she held, briefly shifting the crate to get as much of a look as he could. To his surprise, it was a map of the city, and not any sort of paperwork as the boy had initially assumed; she was lost, alright.
"You, uh," he continued, "got somewhere you need to be? I could give you some directions, if you need it; I'm Alexandros, from up at the academy."
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WC 768/768
