Delivery Boy! [Job/Solo]

"Oh Dear! It seems the mailman's magic mail truck has lost all power, and he's only got another twenty or so houses to deliver mail to! He'll ask you to get the letters distributed, but he'll warn you he has very little money to give you for it." Aizenagi read to himself carefully, the many packages carefully arranged into a cart and bag. But he had little recollection of the events that had led him to this objective. He had dull memories of his recent past, originally being the youthful god of the Moon, driven out of his realm by some other destructive force. He had no memory beyond that, and it was not a lot to work with. Beyond that? Nothing. No memory of his birth or death, his origin unknown to he and others. But those mysteries were likely questions never to be answered. If anything, he was unsure of his godly status to begin with. All he knew, is that he was of greater power than these human beings. His restrictive body holding him back from unleashing that destructive energy. There was not much he could do besides collecting clues to lead him down a path for answers, but he had very little guidance of where to start. To Aizen, the realizations that particular people could not complete these tasks themselves was an oddity to him.

Back in his realm, submerging his essence in water was a natural thing to do. - Ensconced between that purity and lunar energy, combined to make a force that could both heal and destroy a soul. That is what he thought, anyway. This particular task was pitiful, but Aizenagi was genuinely determined to do it anyway. It was shocking enough that people could not swim. Or deliver letters. Or stopping gangs. What was so difficult?

When he first arrived to this plane of existence, he had lost sight in his right eye, as well as a strange marking stroking across his back. It was truly unsettling and distasteful. Having to deal with these abnormalities and oddities. Unsure of how to deal with this issue, he simply covered up the eye with an eye patch, and ensconced himself in a shawl of which he never discards. Though the occurrence had sprouted seeds of questioning and wonder, a sense of paranoia had overwhelmed him at times, wondering if this physical form was prone to these disabilities? He didn't know, but would rather be safe than sorry, treating this vassal with great care and delicacy. Which is why he had taken such simple tasks with grace.

Aizenagi sighed and cracked his neck every which way, dragging the cart to the several houses, one by one as is baggage and carting got lighter and lighter. - Honestly! How troublesome were these tasks? Aizenagi cracked a smile, clenching his fists. "Yes, yes... it is only a matter of time before I unlock another stage of power. But first... I must become thy god of DELIVERY! Bwahaha!" He broke into menacing laughter, body trembling with thrill.

"Uhm..."

"..."

"Can I... can I have my mail?"

Aizenagi realized that he had said that aloud, in front of a young kid's doorway.

"...Right." Aizenagi chuckled and handed him his package, the boy forcing a smile to his lips and awkwardly, but with haste, slamming the door closed. With a tiring sigh, Aizenagi peered over his shoulder to find that he had completed his task, and headed homeward.