- Mission:
- Job Name: The Stables
Job Rank: D
Job Requirements: 1 D rank Mage, or higher. Max 2 mages. 15 posts long. 150 words per post. (This job may only be done 1 time by a character)
Type of job: Series Job
Job Location: Hosenka.
Job Description: The local stables are having a huge problem. A massive party has come and gone, but the stables held so many horses that it is not only over capacity, but the stench and manure has come up to the shins of all the workers and this has resulted in their quitting. Now the city is threatening to fine the Stable owner a Heavy fine if he doesn't get his stables clean by tomorrow. The owner is desperate so he put out the call to any and all magi who could help him clean his stables in just a single night. He is willing to pay quite well for anyone who can help him. ((This job may be completed no more than 3 times by any one character and must take place in a different location than any previous completed threads.))
Reward: 1,000 Jewels, and Access to "The Belt" C rank Job.
"Oh my god. I don't think I brought nearly enough cleaning supplies!" Lillias exclaimed in frustration, dropping the large bucket she carried onto the ground. It toppled over, bottles of cleaning agents and the like rolling out onto the stone pathway that led to the stables. At the entrance, a quaint little sign read, 'La Stableu', and Lillias had to refrain from snickering at the name. She wasn't sure what inspired it, but it sounded awfully pretentious.
'La Stableu' was a small stable, located on the outskirts of the East Forest in Magnolia. Apparently, there had been a large party that passed through town, and said party's horses had left quite a mess. It had gotten so bad that they had to resort to puting out a request for a mage to aid them. The owner? A man whose name was... something in French. She could care less - she didn't need to know his name to sway him.
She returned her attention towards what she could see of the stalls, wincing and inwardly gagging at the sight. Truly, it was a sight that would inspire fear in the hearts of even the darkest of Fiore's mages.
She'd heard of shitholes but this... All this was a very, very literal version of it. The stench of manure was overpowering - so very, very overpowering that Lillias had caught scent of it from a mile away and currently had a white cloth tied over the lower half of her face. While she had signed up knowing that there was lots of cleaning to be done, she hadn't expected it to be this bad. And it was completely desolate! She'd thought the employer was exaggerating when he mentioned in the request that all his staff had fled. It seemed she had made the wrong assumption. She looked at the flyer again, hoping to find another address and realize that this was the wrong location.
Unfortunately, it was not. Brilliant.
"Ah, young miss, you're the one who took up my offer! But... Where is your friend?" An aged, lean man hobbled his way over to her. It appeared that his left leg was quite stiff - an injury, perhaps. She handed him the flyer she'd torn down for herself. "Hello, sir. I came alone - and trust me when I say I am all you will need. I'm Lillias Noel. May I know where the equipment and supplies are kept? It seems I have prepared insufficiently." she informed gracefully, extending her hand politely and offering the man a slight smile. Stunned and, quite frankly baffled, he shook it dumbly and struggled to find his words. He directed her gaze towards an enclosed stall, barricaded by stacks of hay and abandoned pitchforks. Next to the stall was a black mare, desperately trying to reach for the hay over its fencing, teeth clicking together as it's mouth opened and closed repeatedly. Irked, she turned her gaze away from it.
"Of course, young miss. Storage is over there in the last stall - and are you sure you don't need any help? I could help you myself if you'd like, dear, this is too much of a job for a sweet g-" Lillias stopped him before he could continue in what was in her opinion, belittling her. If he'd completed that final word, she likely would've rendered his other good leg useless too. That way, he'd have a matching set!"Oh no, dear sir, I can't trouble you with my job! You may rest, or attend to your other matters. Leave the cleaning to me - and please trust that I am very good at what I do." she assured smoothly, indigo eyes crinkling up from what was a well-practiced courteous smile, and gently guided him out of the area. Then, her face fell, and the horses grew eerily quiet as she turned around, blood boiling and fire burning in her enticing purple eyes. For a thousand jewels, the job was far from worth it. Hopefully, if she did a good enough job, the owner would raise the pay more. The thought of it fueled her flames, and she put her hand on her hips, running a brief plan through her head and taking a deep breath to compose herself.
"This place is absolutely unacceptable! What irresponsible, disgraceful staff they have." she hissed vehemently, folding up the sleeves of her blouse. She'd worn a simple white blouse, a corseted vest and black pants for the job, which were also folded up neatly. Pulling on a provided apron, a pair of latex gloves and a scarf over her newly braided hair, she began the first task - cleaning out manure and old hay.
Her first try got her unwittingly kicked backwards into a stack of smelly, half-eaten hay - the horse clearly did not appreciate her invading it's already small space. She wheezed at having the air knocked out of her unexpectedly, gripping the wooden gates to the stall as she let herself out. Muttering a string of curses beneath her breath, her gloved fingers glided over the creases in the apron with distaste, picking off strands of hay as she stepped out of its stall, deep in thought. The image of a fenced space outside flickered into her mind, and she opted to lead the horse outside to allow it to roam in the empty pen whilst she cleaned. Ensuring that there was water and hay, she closed the gate and locked it, shooting a glare to the creature and promising death should it leave the enclosure. It froze, eyeing her with great caution, then lowered its head and slowly trotted off.
'Foolish mule. Know your place!" she harrumphed, a triumphant smirk spreading across her pale pink lips.
Satisfied, Lillias entered the first stall, shovel and pitchfork in hand and began the tedious process of cleaning it, noting that there were only two horses there at the moment (likely the owner's, because honestly, who on earth would allow their horses to stay in such unsanitary conditions if they truly cared about them?). One outside, and the other at the end, in the stall next to the storage. Wonderful; that made her job that much easier. Hopefully, the second one was intelligent enough to have learned from it's fellow stable-mate.
Otherwise, she could not promise that she wouldn't end up killing and brutally maiming one of them. Or both. Getting a little horse blood on her hands was a small deal.
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