- Job Info:
- Job Title: Panda for President!
Rank: D
Player Requirements: Maximum 3 players, guildless or dark mages
Job Requirements: 10 posts minimum, 100 word minimum
Job Location: Era
Job Description: It's a debate between candidates for an ambassador! Un...fortunately nobody really likes either of them. Tonald Drump and Cillary Hlinton have been going at it for weeks in their debates to the point it's turned to petty comments and remarks even on live broadcasts. It's time to shut them up, and shut them up for good! People are willing to pay to see them dead even if they won't admit to scrounging up the money (or support) for this job. They also won't admit to wanting a Panda to be the ambassador over these two, but there's a distinct possibility one might be hired as the Ambassador instead if both candidates go down. Infiltrate their offices and take them out before the big vote!
PS: don't forget to vote for "Seijin" or else you don't receive any of the moolah.
Enemies:
Weak - Distracted Guards: Honestly? These guys don't even want to be here in the first place. They're likely on an electronic device or attempting to hide a magazine. As long as you're not putting on a parade of your intentions you can probably casually stroll by them. If you have to knock them out you'll find they go down in 2 D-rank hits maximum due to their lethargic nature.
Normal - Secret Service: They're really not-so-secret since they're visible in plain sight. If either candidate was really worth protecting then there'd be more, but at this point even these guys find more important assignments to attend too. They tend to patrol the hallways more than anything. 2 C-rank hits will take these guys out if they prove troublesome.
Strong - Hired Muscle: These guys are more likely to be in the room, but some might be patrolling. Hired by the candidates they're interested in two things: money and hitting things. To be fair it'd probably be easy enough to get them to hit just about anything or anybody (shouting from behind someone's back, claiming they talked smack, mentioning they have some muscle enhancers, etc). If you do find yourself fighting them they take a maximum of 4 C-rank hits to take down.
Reward: 1,200 Jewels, and the odd feeling of both committing murder and yet doing some good.
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Hadn't she just been here? Maybe not even a couple of days ago?
Yes, the undead teenager had once again found herself in Era, the place where the magic council was based. And also the source of some pretty annoying controversies lately. Two of them, in fact. Tonald Drump and Cillary Hlinton, both of which were currently battling one another for the position of ambassador. Normally? Such a thing wouldn't be that big of a deal. The two would peacefully duke it out with speeches and promises, and then whoever gets the most votes win. However, this year there seemed to be a problem with the election... No one really liked either. It was curious to Inari, how two candidates which no one liked at all had gotten so far in the race. She was pretty sure that Sernie Banders fellow was sure to be one of the last two standing, but apparently the nation would rather watch two children yell and argue with each other about who took the last cookie from the cookie jar. It was scary, how these two managed to get so far over all the others. Neither of them had very good points or views, and honestly it was just a giant shit show. This was backed even by the majority of the public, as Inari's job today would be to take these two out. Yes, that's how bad the nation wanted someone, anyone to clean up the mess they made. They wanted these two put fifty feet under. Not that they would actually admit it, as the job had been anonymously put on the board. But they knew who they are... Well, rather, everyone knew who they were.
In Inari's own opinion? She didn't care for either. They were both idiotic children who didn't know how to stop shouting at each other for more then five minutes. She had seen more brain cells in a sponge than those two combined together. They were not fit to fill this important position. In fact, a panda was more fit than either of them. Yes, an actual panda. Once both of these clods were taken out a panda was going to be hired to fill their position, or at least that's what was said. She wasn't sure how a panda was going to get into office, nor how the idea came to anyone's mind in the first place. But she did know it would be more worth it to see that than the two that came before him. So she would do it. If not for her whole country, then to at least see how exactly a panda would fit into this. She was curious to say the least.
The storm mage made her way down the hallway, her white high heels clacking every time they hit the marble ground. Currently, she was heading for the main hall in which the debate between the two overgrown potatoes was going to be held in. It was strange how the two would still have open debates, seeing as how the nation hated them so much that they would hire a dark mage to take them out. But she supposed they made some sort of secret service to keep them safe. Well, safer. As they were all about the witness, Inari was quite the force to be reckoned with. Especially now that she was regaining her power day by day.
Once at the end of the hallway the zombie girl cracked open the large wooden doors to the main hall and closed them behind her. It was a rather large room, at the back fitting a wooden stage with two podiums at either side. In front, sat rows upon rows of red cushioned chairs. Most of which by now were full with people who were not waiting for the debate to begin. Even from the back, Inari could sense the dread in the air. The people didn't want to be here, and they didn't want to listen to these two bicker back and forth for three hours. Inari could agree with them, she didn't want that either. But just they could reflect upon their life choices, she would draw out her attack until near the end of the rally.
Spotting a few empty seats strewn throughout the room Inari chose one near the center, and shuffled around people's legs in order to get there. This would be the spot most effective for her plan, so she would take it.
A little while after she had sat down and made herself comfortable (well at least the most comfortable you could be when being squeezed in between a bunch of people who didn't want to be there) the debate began. Inari closed her eyes, folded her hand upon her lap, and listened. She could hear groans constantly from either side of her, as well as clicks of tongues and sighs. They really didn't know what they had gotten themselves into, did they? How idiotic could you be? Well it was their own faults, and they would have to live with it. At least for the next few hours.
The debate was like any of their others. Childish shouting, interrupting, and overall bratty behavior. Like two siblings fighting over who gets to play with a Lego set. Questions would be asked, and answered. None of which really interested the girl anyway. She already knew their fates, there was no used to listening to promises from dead people.
Two hours had passed, and nothing was going anywhere. They talked each other into circles, of constant screaming and arguing. While Inari quite enjoyed the crowd's feeling of defeat, she had other places to be. And by other places to be, she meant if she stayed away from Naomi any longer she risked turning back into a mindless corpse. And she couldn't exactly have that.
Inari lifted a finger up, and the hall went silent. No screaming, no arguing. Not even any sneezing or coughing. Instead, the sudden silence was broken by muffled choking. Everyone in the room began to gag, and gasp for air. The guards, the civilians, the candidates, everyone. Except, for Inari. She simply sat there, as people kept choking on nothing. They reached and grabbed at their throats, falling down onto the floor one by one like a seat of dominoes. They writhed in pain, and flailed about like fished out of water. One even grabbed onto her leg, and tried to beg for help. But she did not move. She sat there peacefully and waited. Until finally, after a decent minute or two, all went silent again. She could tell, just by the lack of magic energy in the room. They were all dead. The two candidates, the groups of guards, and the hundreds of witnesses. They had all choked to death. Well not really choked, more like literally just ran out of air. That's right, Inari had tampered with the oxygen in the room, and simply removed it all so they could no longer breathe. While the two people had been her main target, it was a real shame the rest of them got caught in the cross fire too... Oh well, should have been more careful when it came to the future of their country in the first place. Then she wouldn't of even had to do this and they would all still be alive.
Silence... How wonderful it was. The dark haired girl took a minute to bask in the peacefulness before she stood up, and headed to the door.
She would not however, forget what she had promised, and would be sure to slip in a vote for 'Seijin' before she left the building altogether.
Let's see how a bear would do with being ambassador...
WC: 1,299/1,000
Yes, the undead teenager had once again found herself in Era, the place where the magic council was based. And also the source of some pretty annoying controversies lately. Two of them, in fact. Tonald Drump and Cillary Hlinton, both of which were currently battling one another for the position of ambassador. Normally? Such a thing wouldn't be that big of a deal. The two would peacefully duke it out with speeches and promises, and then whoever gets the most votes win. However, this year there seemed to be a problem with the election... No one really liked either. It was curious to Inari, how two candidates which no one liked at all had gotten so far in the race. She was pretty sure that Sernie Banders fellow was sure to be one of the last two standing, but apparently the nation would rather watch two children yell and argue with each other about who took the last cookie from the cookie jar. It was scary, how these two managed to get so far over all the others. Neither of them had very good points or views, and honestly it was just a giant shit show. This was backed even by the majority of the public, as Inari's job today would be to take these two out. Yes, that's how bad the nation wanted someone, anyone to clean up the mess they made. They wanted these two put fifty feet under. Not that they would actually admit it, as the job had been anonymously put on the board. But they knew who they are... Well, rather, everyone knew who they were.
In Inari's own opinion? She didn't care for either. They were both idiotic children who didn't know how to stop shouting at each other for more then five minutes. She had seen more brain cells in a sponge than those two combined together. They were not fit to fill this important position. In fact, a panda was more fit than either of them. Yes, an actual panda. Once both of these clods were taken out a panda was going to be hired to fill their position, or at least that's what was said. She wasn't sure how a panda was going to get into office, nor how the idea came to anyone's mind in the first place. But she did know it would be more worth it to see that than the two that came before him. So she would do it. If not for her whole country, then to at least see how exactly a panda would fit into this. She was curious to say the least.
The storm mage made her way down the hallway, her white high heels clacking every time they hit the marble ground. Currently, she was heading for the main hall in which the debate between the two overgrown potatoes was going to be held in. It was strange how the two would still have open debates, seeing as how the nation hated them so much that they would hire a dark mage to take them out. But she supposed they made some sort of secret service to keep them safe. Well, safer. As they were all about the witness, Inari was quite the force to be reckoned with. Especially now that she was regaining her power day by day.
Once at the end of the hallway the zombie girl cracked open the large wooden doors to the main hall and closed them behind her. It was a rather large room, at the back fitting a wooden stage with two podiums at either side. In front, sat rows upon rows of red cushioned chairs. Most of which by now were full with people who were not waiting for the debate to begin. Even from the back, Inari could sense the dread in the air. The people didn't want to be here, and they didn't want to listen to these two bicker back and forth for three hours. Inari could agree with them, she didn't want that either. But just they could reflect upon their life choices, she would draw out her attack until near the end of the rally.
Spotting a few empty seats strewn throughout the room Inari chose one near the center, and shuffled around people's legs in order to get there. This would be the spot most effective for her plan, so she would take it.
A little while after she had sat down and made herself comfortable (well at least the most comfortable you could be when being squeezed in between a bunch of people who didn't want to be there) the debate began. Inari closed her eyes, folded her hand upon her lap, and listened. She could hear groans constantly from either side of her, as well as clicks of tongues and sighs. They really didn't know what they had gotten themselves into, did they? How idiotic could you be? Well it was their own faults, and they would have to live with it. At least for the next few hours.
The debate was like any of their others. Childish shouting, interrupting, and overall bratty behavior. Like two siblings fighting over who gets to play with a Lego set. Questions would be asked, and answered. None of which really interested the girl anyway. She already knew their fates, there was no used to listening to promises from dead people.
Two hours had passed, and nothing was going anywhere. They talked each other into circles, of constant screaming and arguing. While Inari quite enjoyed the crowd's feeling of defeat, she had other places to be. And by other places to be, she meant if she stayed away from Naomi any longer she risked turning back into a mindless corpse. And she couldn't exactly have that.
Inari lifted a finger up, and the hall went silent. No screaming, no arguing. Not even any sneezing or coughing. Instead, the sudden silence was broken by muffled choking. Everyone in the room began to gag, and gasp for air. The guards, the civilians, the candidates, everyone. Except, for Inari. She simply sat there, as people kept choking on nothing. They reached and grabbed at their throats, falling down onto the floor one by one like a seat of dominoes. They writhed in pain, and flailed about like fished out of water. One even grabbed onto her leg, and tried to beg for help. But she did not move. She sat there peacefully and waited. Until finally, after a decent minute or two, all went silent again. She could tell, just by the lack of magic energy in the room. They were all dead. The two candidates, the groups of guards, and the hundreds of witnesses. They had all choked to death. Well not really choked, more like literally just ran out of air. That's right, Inari had tampered with the oxygen in the room, and simply removed it all so they could no longer breathe. While the two people had been her main target, it was a real shame the rest of them got caught in the cross fire too... Oh well, should have been more careful when it came to the future of their country in the first place. Then she wouldn't of even had to do this and they would all still be alive.
Silence... How wonderful it was. The dark haired girl took a minute to bask in the peacefulness before she stood up, and headed to the door.
She would not however, forget what she had promised, and would be sure to slip in a vote for 'Seijin' before she left the building altogether.
Let's see how a bear would do with being ambassador...
WC: 1,299/1,000
