Post by Alina Rybalka on Mar 15, 2020 1:49:57 GMT -5
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[break][attr="class","nikki101"]WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE
[break][attr="class","nikki102"]BUT IN THE END, IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY
[attr="class","nikki109"]Time was money. [break][break]
Or, more accurately, time cost money. There was basic, menial shit that normal people were expected to do pretty often. Grocery shopping, laundry, cooking, cleaning, yard work, and other such boring shit that Knight wasn’t going to be doing because it was far more efficient to pay someone else to do it. Sure, she could mow the lawn… or she could pay twenty lien for a neighborhood teenager to do it and those fuckers would line up for the privilege of doing menial labor. Sure, she could cook meals by herself but it’s way easier to just order shit and have it delivered. Sure, she could go grocery shopping herself but again it was way easier to just order shit, and have it delivered. [break][break]
This freed up some time, which allowed her to make even more money and also do things that made her feel good. And also, things that kept her cover in check, because if she continued to keep that cover even a thorough police investigation would find very little suspicious. She was Sam Hunter, a security guard from Vacuo who did guard duty along with Notice Board missions. She was good but had no semblance and while she had training at Oscuro Academy… there were a ton of combat school graduates who were solid but nothing to write home about in terms of skill level. That background allowed her to take missions that were lucrative but not be good enough to get contacted by any of the major factions and pitched. [break][break]
Usually guard duties where nothing happened or bouncer jobs for merchants, but that was good enough. She did take the occasional combat job, but frankly she didn’t really enjoy it and only took them when she was pretty sure it would both be effective and create a positive difference in the area. These cases were limited largely to stronger thugs who indiscriminately used violence on those around them and there was no evidence that the nearby Haven Academy or any other mercenary would actually put a stop to it in a timely manner. [break][break]
She had just gotten back from one of those jobs, actually, and she was kind of irritated because the fucker who put up the mission oversold the danger quite a lot. So much, in fact, that any fucking moron could have actually done that, and she almost felt dirty taking the money. The faunus did, of course, because turning down free money was stupid… but it was just a case of a random civilian thinking that someone who was very large was also very dangerous. Tall, fat, and out of shape is not a scary combination and the fight was over in like six seconds flat after a shattered knee made him very willing to give back all the shit he had robbed from the merchant who put up the mission in the first place. [break][break]
If there’s one thing the Wind District had, though, it was food. Lots and lots of food. There were food stands for damned near anything you could ever want in the Wind District, and that shit was great. Knight always wore different clothes when she went out to work on these types of missions, so she was in a thick, dark gray hoodie and double layered, thick cotton pants that were a dark green and were perfect for this cold as fuck weather. She also wore a black beanie underneath a worn, light brown baseball cap to provide two layers of protection from her ears showing and drawing unwanted attention to herself. She also wore her usual weighted black boots, and ditched the rest of her usual concealed carry due to the layers underneath the hoodie just being shirts with no pockets like she usually had to carry them in. It wasn’t a dangerous day, and frankly she wasn’t concerned with street thugs or anything. [break][break]
What she ended up getting was a fucking monster of a burger along with a milkshake from one of the food stands. The triple bacon cheeseburger order contained three beef patties topped with four strips of smoked bacon, Atlesian cheese, fresh lettuce, tomato and onion with ketchup and mayo also layered on top. The milkshake was just vanilla because vanilla was better than chocolate or strawberry and those were the only options for some godforsaken reason. It was honestly pretty hard to keep a grip on the burger in particular, but a table was right nearby, and she only needed to make it like ten seconds max holding it before she could set it down somewhere and everything would be fine. [break][break]
Naturally, due to Murphy’s Law fucking everything, that did not occur. What actually happened was some fuck decided to plow through the wrong person and got a triple bacon cheeseburger dropped on them along with some of the extra-large vanilla milkshake also spilling over onto them as well. This happened largely because Knight was not a fucking moron who leaned backwards when having trouble carrying things but forwards, ensuring that any dropping of said things would impact someone else and not herself aside from some ice cream on her left hand. [break][break]
”Fuck.” was the first word out of the mouth of the faunus as her gray eyes surveyed the scene in front of her. ”That was like twelve lien.” were the next words out, lamenting the money that could have gone to getting someone in the neighborhood to do some menial task for her that was now just gone in the vast nothingness of the abyss. She literally just got the biggest versions available for both items with the logic that she would be super full and not want to eat on the way back at all, but now she’d be double hungry and want to eat twice as much as before which defeated the entire purpose of eating. [break][break]
This was a tragedy, really, and that didn’t even account for the fact that there was a certified giant who was approximately six feet tall who just got an entire greasy ass meal dumped onto their person in front of her. The faunus stepped back and moved her left hand still holding the milkshake up to suck the ice cream off of her hand and the rim of the cup itself while she looked up at the newcomer in a stance and demeanor that didn’t exactly scream apology. ”Sorry about that.” she’d offer as she vacuumed up the ice cream, but it was more of a going through the motions apology rather than any sort of heartfelt appeal. [break][break]
She was the one that lost her burger, after all. In street stands that shit was expensive, and in addition to that she lost like a solid twenty percent of her milkshake in the bump as well. It was a shitshow all around, really, caused mostly by the fact that Murphy was a right asshole who decided to stick his nose into people’s lives and cause chaos and destruction wherever he went with his stupid law.
[break]Or, more accurately, time cost money. There was basic, menial shit that normal people were expected to do pretty often. Grocery shopping, laundry, cooking, cleaning, yard work, and other such boring shit that Knight wasn’t going to be doing because it was far more efficient to pay someone else to do it. Sure, she could mow the lawn… or she could pay twenty lien for a neighborhood teenager to do it and those fuckers would line up for the privilege of doing menial labor. Sure, she could cook meals by herself but it’s way easier to just order shit and have it delivered. Sure, she could go grocery shopping herself but again it was way easier to just order shit, and have it delivered. [break][break]
This freed up some time, which allowed her to make even more money and also do things that made her feel good. And also, things that kept her cover in check, because if she continued to keep that cover even a thorough police investigation would find very little suspicious. She was Sam Hunter, a security guard from Vacuo who did guard duty along with Notice Board missions. She was good but had no semblance and while she had training at Oscuro Academy… there were a ton of combat school graduates who were solid but nothing to write home about in terms of skill level. That background allowed her to take missions that were lucrative but not be good enough to get contacted by any of the major factions and pitched. [break][break]
Usually guard duties where nothing happened or bouncer jobs for merchants, but that was good enough. She did take the occasional combat job, but frankly she didn’t really enjoy it and only took them when she was pretty sure it would both be effective and create a positive difference in the area. These cases were limited largely to stronger thugs who indiscriminately used violence on those around them and there was no evidence that the nearby Haven Academy or any other mercenary would actually put a stop to it in a timely manner. [break][break]
She had just gotten back from one of those jobs, actually, and she was kind of irritated because the fucker who put up the mission oversold the danger quite a lot. So much, in fact, that any fucking moron could have actually done that, and she almost felt dirty taking the money. The faunus did, of course, because turning down free money was stupid… but it was just a case of a random civilian thinking that someone who was very large was also very dangerous. Tall, fat, and out of shape is not a scary combination and the fight was over in like six seconds flat after a shattered knee made him very willing to give back all the shit he had robbed from the merchant who put up the mission in the first place. [break][break]
If there’s one thing the Wind District had, though, it was food. Lots and lots of food. There were food stands for damned near anything you could ever want in the Wind District, and that shit was great. Knight always wore different clothes when she went out to work on these types of missions, so she was in a thick, dark gray hoodie and double layered, thick cotton pants that were a dark green and were perfect for this cold as fuck weather. She also wore a black beanie underneath a worn, light brown baseball cap to provide two layers of protection from her ears showing and drawing unwanted attention to herself. She also wore her usual weighted black boots, and ditched the rest of her usual concealed carry due to the layers underneath the hoodie just being shirts with no pockets like she usually had to carry them in. It wasn’t a dangerous day, and frankly she wasn’t concerned with street thugs or anything. [break][break]
What she ended up getting was a fucking monster of a burger along with a milkshake from one of the food stands. The triple bacon cheeseburger order contained three beef patties topped with four strips of smoked bacon, Atlesian cheese, fresh lettuce, tomato and onion with ketchup and mayo also layered on top. The milkshake was just vanilla because vanilla was better than chocolate or strawberry and those were the only options for some godforsaken reason. It was honestly pretty hard to keep a grip on the burger in particular, but a table was right nearby, and she only needed to make it like ten seconds max holding it before she could set it down somewhere and everything would be fine. [break][break]
Naturally, due to Murphy’s Law fucking everything, that did not occur. What actually happened was some fuck decided to plow through the wrong person and got a triple bacon cheeseburger dropped on them along with some of the extra-large vanilla milkshake also spilling over onto them as well. This happened largely because Knight was not a fucking moron who leaned backwards when having trouble carrying things but forwards, ensuring that any dropping of said things would impact someone else and not herself aside from some ice cream on her left hand. [break][break]
”Fuck.” was the first word out of the mouth of the faunus as her gray eyes surveyed the scene in front of her. ”That was like twelve lien.” were the next words out, lamenting the money that could have gone to getting someone in the neighborhood to do some menial task for her that was now just gone in the vast nothingness of the abyss. She literally just got the biggest versions available for both items with the logic that she would be super full and not want to eat on the way back at all, but now she’d be double hungry and want to eat twice as much as before which defeated the entire purpose of eating. [break][break]
This was a tragedy, really, and that didn’t even account for the fact that there was a certified giant who was approximately six feet tall who just got an entire greasy ass meal dumped onto their person in front of her. The faunus stepped back and moved her left hand still holding the milkshake up to suck the ice cream off of her hand and the rim of the cup itself while she looked up at the newcomer in a stance and demeanor that didn’t exactly scream apology. ”Sorry about that.” she’d offer as she vacuumed up the ice cream, but it was more of a going through the motions apology rather than any sort of heartfelt appeal. [break][break]
She was the one that lost her burger, after all. In street stands that shit was expensive, and in addition to that she lost like a solid twenty percent of her milkshake in the bump as well. It was a shitshow all around, really, caused mostly by the fact that Murphy was a right asshole who decided to stick his nose into people’s lives and cause chaos and destruction wherever he went with his stupid law.
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