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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Dec 14, 2018 13:33:21 GMT -4
Even from nothing, Kasey rose and claimed her own life, for herself. She took control. She was removed from her home, thrown into experimentation for the better half of her life. She was tossed into an orphanage and was removed due to her age. She buried herself in work, but still, she took control. She met a man to call her bother. She found herself with a niece. She talked to a man who spoke stories of the old world, and she took control of a corporation that both funded the well being of Japan, but also bred some of the most sinister people. He was simple minded for the most part, something she would have to change within him. "Then, I could make an easy job out of you." she would say to him, making her offer, "We can make an official contract, if that;s what you're into, but for now, let it be words. I can offer you work, high paying work, as a servant, or a butler for the CEO of Ketsujo Corp. Or, I can offer you a job to simply log and categorize shipment at a nightclub. Both completely legal jobs, both on an official payroll with benefits and the like, and both with housing. One puts you in a position to easily reach out to a few selective villains, while the other gives you an eye over all of that dark dealings, as well as a few connections with other benefits." her offer was vague, and it had reason to be so. But what would he choose? ~ Word Count: 263 ~ |
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Post by Einar Erminigild on Dec 14, 2018 17:03:06 GMT -4
Quietly listening and sipping at the last of the hot chocolate, Einar seemed to nod a bit in thought as the woman spoke, detailing the jobs a bit for him. They both sounded reasonable, at least from what he could expect of the woman from how she dressed and how she was speaking to him. The servant job, as she put it, sounded too expectant on proper formalities, or at least from he thought he knew of those with a wealth of resources and status. The nightclub work did sound appealing, simple and perhaps not quite as stressful, or at least he would think compared to being a servant. It was just making sure items were accounted for and organized, right, how hard could it possibly be?
Setting down the near-empty cup, he sighed out with a deep breath, or as deep a breath as his trauma would let him, sputtering out a stifled cough before shaking his head with a groan and answering, "I think that job at the nightclub might be better suited to me. I'm not exactly one for formalities and being sent away to prepare some old man's day, you know? Besides, working at such a social place, I might even make some friends to spend that paycheck with."
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Dec 15, 2018 12:42:01 GMT -4
Both jobs exerted the same amount of work. Both eased a strain on the woman. Either he was going to take the place of Sato's personal assistant, and take home the same paycheck she once did. Or his option was to sort things at the club, working instead as her indirect assistant. All he had to do was log and sort items than came in and left the building. Something simple enough, and had no hidden tricks behind it. With it, the benefit of free snacks and a place that watched and observed over vigilantes and heroes. Kasey would reach up, clapping her hands twice. "Whatever you deem fit for yourself." She would tell him. Looking over at the door, only nothing came. She glanced back at him. "When you're ready for more pressing jobs, perhaps higher risk, we can talk then." Kasey moved from her seat, standing as two men entered the room, two of the men Einar had tried to kill earlier, only to fall and fail in his own exhausted manner. In their hands were bandages, a bottle of water, and a phone, along with medicine, and other various tools. The men did not say a word, and simply did not make eye contact with the woman. "They'll patch you up. All my information to reach me is in that phone. You can punch in the GPS and it will take you right to the club. If you want to pay for your own place with your money, feel free to do so, if not, there is also housing there." Kasey would say to him, the men setting their things on the table. "Anything else you wish to discuss?" She would ask, wondering if there was more for him to wonder. ~ Word Count: 294 ~ |
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Post by Einar Erminigild on Dec 16, 2018 15:25:38 GMT -4
Glancing toward the door as the woman clapped, and back toward her as she stood, Einar moved to do the same. He didn't get very far past a lean forward and using the table and chair to push himself up before coming to the conclusion that trying to push himself without recovering first was a bad idea, by way of stumbling and smacking his chest on the table as he tried to move his leg. He let out a sharp pained cry and swore through his teeth as he was eased back into the chair by the two men. He hadn't moved too much, sitting in that chair, during their earlier 'interview', but it was clear from that little slip-up trying to get out that he wouldn't be fit to move on his own for a while.
Listening to his new employer finish up with instructions and and explanations, he gave a slight nod as he looked over the items placed in front of him. When the question came up if he had anything else to discuss he spoke up, "I appreciate all this, even if I know I don't deserve it. Thanks. I'll be there as soon as I can...boss." His face was solemn as he spoke, shifting as much as he could manage to help the two men get his jacket off to begin looking him over and get him tended to.
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Post by Dessen on Jan 14, 2019 15:56:53 GMT -4
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