Cleaning up(Junior Mission) Aug 25, 2019 3:06:58 GMT -5
Post by Anise on Aug 25, 2019 3:06:58 GMT -5
Anise had few regrets in life; most of the events she would've regretted, an opportunity to correct her future mishaps presents itself that prevents the regretful event to begin with. But a few still meant there were points of regret still existent. Some of these were, in some sense, locked events that any sort of interference she'd attempt, any force of will within herself to try and bring this inconvenient curse of existential singularity would prove all futile and ineffective. One of these moments of regret--actually, all those regrets she ever had far and few between, involved the death of a loved one; this one had impacted her the most.
Her sister wasn't just the figure which introduced her to the wonder of the spiritual and mystical world. Before her, any news and understanding of heroic figures and despicable villains were like cartoon characters on a TV screen, beings which existed in a foreign world. Her sisters influence was what drew her to Kikka, what drew her to making friends with people and challenging herself and others intellectually; their meeting back up after her arranged marriage sparked the chain of events that made Anise who she is today, yesterday, and tomorrow, in all timelines. He was an irreplaceable figure in her heart, someone she looked up to as a point of admiration in character and stature, the puppy love figure that stole her heart when she was but a rowdy curious child in some boondocks, and the person who would adopt and guide her in the unlimited endeavors that was being a lady.
So everything in her being wept at news of her passing, and every ounce of regret and shame filled her when even the events of her funeral were out of her reach. And since then, on nearly a daily basis, Anise visited her grave. With all the power vested in her being, and moments where the events of the past were open to being re-experienced--none of them had ever been a time where she could reach her sister. For all eternity, in past, present, and future, the closest she could ever be to her precious sister was at her grave.
Anise spent a few days in Kikka before begining too look for work. Having already done a job she knew where too look and was beginning too get quite good at it. She walked like a bandit now mimicking the mannerisms of the people most around her and for now that was mostly bandits and cuthroat magic users.
After a bit she found a rather easy sounding job go and clean up some stuff in a building and she would be paid the standard rate she set out immediately.
The early morning light made it a little difficult to see naturally but the young doll was sure of where she was. She didn't actually come here that much, she knew why but that didn't change the fact she wanted to avoid this place it was one of the few that gave her chills down her back.
This grave served as a grim reminder to her every time she saw it. A burned down decrepit house but she had too enter and she moved inside holding a few satchel and leaving a wagom out in front she had simply grabbed too use for this job she figured there would be a lot of trash but as Anise made her way inside a foul smell would hit her and she would see ten dead bodys lying on the ground. She would gag not from the site but from the smell; it was her first time seeing dead bodys and for the most part had no reason too fear them. I mean dead people had too be cleaned up right?
She would begin dragging the bodys one by one into the bags and up on too the cart she was making some noise but no one actually bothered her maybe it was her carefree demeanor and how she waved at every passerby but after a couple hours a sweat dripping Anise would be moving through the street leading a cart and smilling about.
She would remeber that the man who had hired her said too burn the trash or something and Anise would stop for a moment covering her nose; the smell was beginning to leak through the bags and Anise would begin pulling again heading too the graveyard. After about a hour of pulling and taking small breaks Anise would arrive at the graveyard and look around catching her breath there was no one in sight and now all she needed was a little bit of fire.
After looking around the area for a bit Anise would begin heading back into the town looking for a torch or something; she was beginning to cause a scene simply due too the fact that she would barge her head inside every open building looking for any type of flame. And after about 30 minutes she would give a small huff standing in the middle of the road before spotting a flickering light.
There was a man holding a torch and Anise needed it so she would dart over and approach the man causing him too give a startled gasp.
"I need that fire sir!"
The man would look over the dirty and sweaty anise and give her a slow sly grin as if discerning why she was even looking the way she looked. After a bit he would hand over the torch and anise would give a smile walking back too the graveyard she was already beginning too feel fatigue.
It took about 15 minutes heading straight there and once she reached the area Anise would throw the torch upon the cart and watch it go up in flames in a beautiful display of dancing lights. The smell became more unpleasant as the black smoke got more and more thick and Anise simply not being able too stand it any longer would begin leaving; heading out too get paid and find something interesting too eat. Now all the young doll had too do eas make her way througj the forest and get paid.
Crunch....The sound of leaves crunching under her feet was a comforting sound as the doll walked throughout the forest of Kikka, as the stars shined bright above her. The night....such a beautiful time....crickets chirping...the Moon shining bright. All of these...made the "doll" feel relaxed. Night time always calmed her down. It was much less chaotic than the day. Always busy....so crowded....and so much noise. The young rouge was beginning to hate the noise.
Or more so she hated large amounts of noise. It hurt her ears when she was out in the open, in the middle of constant talking. Anise sighed as she stopped in the middle of the forest, her mind drifting away. She was becoming lost in the thought of her sister Katrina. The doll then sat down, and then leaned back, gently setting her back against the ground. Her eyes slowly closed as she felt the breeze of the night brush against her face.
Anise would awake about a hour later and rember she still needed too be paid. She would run through the night with her new found vigor and into the black market section where she would be paid. The deed was knowingly done and she was paid and now had two jobs under her belt.
She figured her best bet would be too start looking like one of the bandits; in the morning she would go and spend some her money and maybe a nice big sword like the had read about in her book. And even a nice cool hand thing Anise would have too decide once she counted up how much money she had something that was still a oddity too her having.
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