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Post by Bass on Jun 24, 2020 5:55:01 GMT -8
Put your Star Cap on! | 1 Star Mission (2000 Words Requirement)- Need money? Pilafland is hiring! Pilafland is… always hiring. Come join us in the most magical place on Earth and earn some of that beautiful Zeni that flows through the place! Of course the fact that you’ll be required to work in the service industry running games, rides, or concession stands for the people who go to Pilafland with a SMILE on your face is without question, no? Rewards: 100,000 Zeni.
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Post by Beruto on Jun 24, 2020 10:01:03 GMT -8
"What do you mean you already filled the position?!" the words rang out from Pilaf Land's water park information kiosk, drawing a few glanced from passing guests. Beruto was livid to say the least. He had just driven half way across the province to get to the water park, stopped to buy a pair of red swimming trunks and was all set to accept the temporary job he had applied for, a life guard at the bottom of one of the park's many water slides. However, what was supposed to be a a quick few minutes to fill out the necessary paperwork and then start his orientation, was turning into a frustrating, bureaucratic nightmare. Instead of getting the position he'd applied and prepared for, the bespectacled toady sitting inside the kiosk had told him that in the two days it took him to arrive, management had decided to rearrange the duty shifts of the life guards on hand to make up for the empty position, rather than taking on another employee.
"I'm sorry sir, that's all of the information that I have. You are welcome to apply for any of the other open positions in the park, of course they will require you to wear the appropriate uniform." the reply came as the information clerk looked across the kiosk desk at the shirtless teen, his eyes completely devoid of any actual compassion or joy in his work. Beruto of course had no intention of applying for any other position, the red haired teen had applied for the life guard position for the specific reason that it would allow him to work, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. Sure he might have to wear one of those goofy hats as well, but at least he wouldn't have to be stuck in a restrictive, itchy shirt.
"Look buster. I just drove two days to get here. I bought my uniform already, see, I'm wearing it now." the boy grumbled, perhaps letting his temper get the better of him and at the same time, drawing additional glances from passers by. "I wouldn't have driven here if your HR guy hadn't said I was as good as hired. Now why don't you get on the phone and and call him." Beruto went on, placing his hands firmly upon the kiosk counter top and pushing with enough force to make the counter creek in protest.
Beruto Word Count: 401.
Beruto Total Word Count: 401.
Total Mission Word Count: 401.
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Post by Bass on Jun 25, 2020 2:45:47 GMT -8
That was enough of beating up fungus and pulling out people-carrots from the ground. It was time to super relax, the tier of relaxation above normal relaxation; which to Bass still included doing various odd jobs to fill empty time. This super relaxation would be a day at the park, it's normally more of a family thing but he was a Namekian. Water never hurt him any. He'd been doing his best not to just teleport everywhere he wanted to be. Learning such an awesome technique made him tempted to put it to use, but if abused it'd just unnerve people. So he did the normal person thing.
Walking through the hovercar lot, Bass looked around. Just a Blue Namekian standing in the middle of a bunch of cars- he was pretty tall too. Scanning the area he saw the somewhat distant water slides and various rides. The classic chorus of screams as roller coasters hit their drop and various families walking together as they were admitted into the park. There was something about what looked to be a healthy family that put Bass's heart at ease. A mother, father and child- or two, hell, even three. It was an uncanny sense of peace, something he found so difficult to convey himself, yet so easy to see in others.
Though what quickly took his attention was a sore thumb sticking out in the park. Where Humans at most barely scratched the double digits at the most, there was a kid that while Bass's way of sensing didn't come with numbers, stood miles above the rest of the people here. If Bass had to guess, it felt at least two hundred times as potent as the other Earthlings here. His eyes trailed over towards one of the kiosks.
"... Huh." Was the single thing said aloud, what looked like an ordina- no, that'd be a lie. That was a downsized wall of muscle. The kid definitely worked hard to get that far, already was just as powerful as many of Earth's most prestigious and elite fighters. Rubbing the back of his neck, Bass let out a sigh and started to walk towards the stand. As he got closer, he could hear some back and forth, and immediately the corp-speak made his gaze flatten in enthusiasm. The guy at the kiosk seemed to have had their soul taken from them, that's how it happens.
It reminded him of how lucky he was to have a job that involved a community.
"Look, kid, I don't think it's worth the stress. Look on the bright side, you're at an amusement park. If you don't have the zeni to get in I'll foot the bill, or if you feel obligated to do something productive you can take up one of the other offers. Besides, we should talk. I'm Bass, pretty Bass-ic name, I know." He said- miraculously with a neutral expression and his hands shoved into the pockets of his dress slacks.
WC: 496 MWC: 897
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Post by Beruto on Jun 25, 2020 8:57:41 GMT -8
Beruto was not exactly the kind of boy who kept his temper completely in check, as the creaking kiosk structure was currently attesting to. The dull, almost lifeless response of the man sitting behind the desk, coupled with the time and expense of just getting to the park for his promised job, was enough to threaten to send the red haired teen's simmering temper over the edge. Not that Beruto would ever harm the corporate toady of course, hut the kiosk would not be so lucky. There was another creak and the sound of slowly splintering wood as the shirtless boy's hands brought pressure to bare. Nothing had visibly broken yet but it was clear just from the sounds the kiosk was making that Beruto would have no problem rending it into splinters.
This however did not come to pass. The boy was unaware of the large, blue man's approach, owing primarily to the fact that he could not sense the energy generated by anyone but himself and also by the fact that the shade cast by the kiosk's awning prevented him from seeing the shadow cast by the figure behind him. However as soon as he spoke up and Beruto turned to look, any thoughts of threatening the corporate stooge behind the desk vanished as his brain screeched to a halt, trying to interpret what he was seeing. Beruto was faced with a man's dress shirt, but what was strange about it was the sheer size of it and the fact that at eye level, he was staring at the bottom of the shirt's chest area. The voice accompanying the huge frame continued to speak, telling him he shouldn't get too aggravated with the staff and even offering to cover his cost of getting into the park.
It took a few moments for the red haired teen to lift his gaze up and meet the blue skinned man's, then finish processing what he was seeing. Even then all that manged to escape from the boy's mouth was an awe struck "Woe." It took another couple of moments until Beruto's brain got back in gear and he offered a chuckle at the blue man's joke and then shrugged his comparatively small shoulders. "I guess you're right. I came here for the life guard job and they don't have it. So I might as well enjoy what's left of the day." he paused then offered Bass his decidedly much smaller hand. "Pleased to meet you mister Bass. I'm Beruto."
Beruto Word Count: 418.
Beruto Total Word Count: 819.
Total Mission Word Count: 1315.
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Post by Bass on Jun 25, 2020 10:28:23 GMT -8
Looking towards the outstretched hand, Bass reached his own forward and lightly took Beruto's own to shake briefly. It was a single shake, not making much of it. Giving a nod as well, the Namekian would momentarily step passed him towards the kiosk. "I'd like to get a pass for one. As for me, I found this in one of the corporate buildings today, this still a problem?" Bass said as he took out a sheet. On it there seemed to be printed a 'help wanted' phrase in large letters, detailing the need for emergency workers at various locations in the water park.
It mentioned an emergency pay of 100,000 zeni, nothing to scoff at even for the rich. Looking towards him the teenager took it and seemed to be a little confused. He mumbled something, '-it ---- 'ere...' before turning and wandering off. Rubbing the back of his neck Bass kept his cool, turning back around to face the red haired kid that'd introduced himself as Beruto. It still surprised him that he had such a high powerlevel, didn't look like the type to stick it to the grinder so to speak, something that Bass hoped he'd be proven wrong about.
"So then, Beruto. I assume they're going to ask their manager or something, but in the meantime I'm curious. You're pretty strong, aren't you? Relative to an Earthling, you're monstrously strong. That just happen, the stars align, or do you just spend way too much time working out?" Bass said, feeling as if he'd already figured out the answer given the kid seemed to be shirtless. "Awfully strange that you're looking for work as a lifeguard." Said the Namekian that still worked as a nine to five accountant- granted his working conditions have been undermined recently.
It was about then that he turned back around as the teen wandered back with the sheet in hand an an older employee in tow. Likely the manager on site. The teen spoke up in a little more professional of a tone, probably worried about making a good impression towards his boss. "So it looks like we... Most of those have closed, but there's still nobody that wants to work the concession stand. We've only had one guy on there and no one else is able to replace him today, so at this rate we're going to have to close it early once he's worked as long as he's legally allowed too. If you could fill in for him that would work. Usually two work the food stand, but it's possible for one to handle it. Is that okay sir?"
The Namekian nodded, "Sure. That's fine. I make a mean burrito I've been told, though I always end up with leftovers..." He muttered at the tail end of his sentence.
Sliding the sheet towards him, the teen set a pen alongside the page and pointed a finger towards the line to sign. "So long as things go smoothly you'll be compensated by The Pilaf Corporation handsomely." Looking at the legal jargon- yep, he wasn't surprised. There was a clause exempting the company from any hazards or accidents during their shift. Figured, since there wouldn't be any time for formal training.
Alongside it was a single pass to the park.
WC: 547 TWC: 1,862
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Post by Beruto on Jun 25, 2020 16:45:42 GMT -8
Getting one good shake from the large, blue man, Beruto moved aside as Bass stepped up to the kiosk and proceeded to address the bespectacled clerk. To the red haired teen's surprise, Bass went ahead and ordered a pass for him, which Beruto would have said wasn't necessary, except that the blue man didn't give him much time to protest, nor did he seem the type of man who's favors one should refuse. Choosing to side with good manners and graciously accept Bass' hospitality, Beruto remained silent while the large man conducted the rest of his business with the clerk, evidently inquiring about one of the other openings the park had. While the clerk was busy running to get his manager, Bass turned back to Beruto as asked him quite directly about his strength and whether it came naturally or had he worked for it, as well as asking why the teen wished to take the life guard position. Smiling, the young man brought an arm up to scratch the back of his neck, ostensibly using the move as an opportunity to show off his impressive physique while he replied.
"Oh you noticed that eh?" Beruto started, not shy in the least about showing off. "Well it's a little of both actually. I was always strong as a kid, but when I finally started working on my parent's farm and working out in my free time, my body just kind of took off. My parents couldn't believe it and always encouraged me to keep going, at least until I had a bit of an accident. So now I'm kind of living on my own to make sure there isn't another one. That's actually where the life guard job comes in, have to pay the bills some way and that's the only job which would let me work shirtless." the muscled teen explained.
"Speaking of, you're pretty jacked under that shirt yourself mister Bass. Are you into martial arts? If you are, I'd be happy to train with you some time, as a thank you for the pass." he added with a genuine smile. It was at about that moment that the clerk returned with his manager in tow and Bass turned back to continue his line of inquiry with the man. By the sound of it, the big, blue man was going to be taking a position in a concession stand for the day so Beruto would at least be able to continue talking to him for some time should he care to.
Beruto Word Count: 423.
Beruto Total Word Count: 1242.
Total Mission Word Count: 2285.
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Post by Bass on Jun 26, 2020 5:39:55 GMT -8
Turning and handing over the day pass towards Beruto, Bass gave a light nod while listening to the answers to his questions and thoughts. He also seemed to realize the deeper meaning between some of the things the younger man had said. Well, older, but Demon Clan Namekians get the rocket treatment to adulthood most of the time. There was something of an apathetic gaze as Beruto showed his muscles off. The power Bass sensed while muscles might've come from it, was much greater than any bicep could ever portray. And so it was only natural that he didn't seem impressed by the sight, not that it was necessarily made overly obvious. Maybe he didn't notice that was an attempt to show off at all.
Though when all he said came to an end the Namekian spoke. "Martial Arts means a lot of things, and many of those are violent. It's easy to think of the good connotations- honor, camaraderie, respect, and non-violence. Yet the reality is that being a beacon will make you a target, just like you seem to be fascinated with getting stronger, others are too- and their answer is going after the next high- the next strong person to fight to the death. I don't care much for it, but just make sure you don't either before committing any further. Though, it might already be too late for that.
As for me, I would say no. I'd say I'm interested in Fighting, and it feels good to have control over the world around you. When I first came around I kept saying I wanted to achieve World Domination. I wasn't aware it'd be interpreted so poorly, it was just the words I knew best. I came from Piccolo Daimao, after all. Normally I work as an accountant, but I've been going around earning Zeni to finish a new project I've been working on. As for the training... Uuuuh... Sure, sometime. I have a training room set up near South City, but that's a long ways from here." He said, starting to move towards the gates.
"I have to get to work here, but we can still talk- or you can go enjoy yourself. I'll probably be there for the rest of the day at any rate."
Whether Beruto followed along or not, the Namekian would make his way to the concession stand. Once there, the days work would begin. Chaos manifest of consumer after consumer.
WC: 409 MWC: 2,697
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