- Job Description:
- Job:
Steal The Famous Fudge Recipe!
Rank:
D
Player Requirements:
D or C rank wizards, 1-4 team members, 150 word min per post, 5 post minimum (Dark Mages/Guildless Only)
Job Requirements:
D or C ranked wizard, Dark mage, no moral objection to thieving, recipe card must be intact and the employee must never speak of the job again if either of these terms are breached the contract is null and void, payment cancelled.
Job Location:
Peace Village
Job Description:
Chef William Dorvald would like a wizard to steal his rival's secret fudge recipe while he is away for the week and is willing to pay top dollar for silence on the subject and a speedy delivery.
Reward:
1,000 jewels on delivery, 1,500 if presented in 5 posts (before the rival gets back).
A LITTLE BIT OF SUGAR ☾ private, job, inari
Shiori Saikawa
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Lineage : Gold Rush
Position : None
Posts : 105
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 0
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Lineage : Gold Rush
Position : None
Posts : 105
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Dungeon Tokens : 0
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- Post n°2
Re: A LITTLE BIT OF SUGAR ☾ private, job, inari
by Shiori Saikawa 16th November 2017, 4:39 pm
Naomi Enma ☾ Savage Skull ☾ D-Rank
This wouldn't be her first time breaking and entering, and probably not her last, she did it a lot when she was younger, about tween to teenager age range. Nowadays she'd leave this kind of work to the little guys, someone lower down on the totem pole, it wasn't work a queen did. Though I suppose this place, earth, wasn't where her kingdom, empire even, was. Sadly she was weaker, at least for now, so she had to do things herself. So here she was in a quaint little town that lived up to it's name as peaceful, doing some petty thievery for a second-rate chief that wanted a very famous recipe for fudge. Though gaining more jewels, even if it's only a little bit, is always a good thing in the witch's eyes. But Naomi sort of wished she could get some of this supposedly amazing fudge out of the deal, maybe she could somehow get a copy of this recipe, wouldn't that be delightful. The young woman was a bit of a glutton, she eats a lot and her tastes can be rather expensive at times, though as long as it taste good she will probably eat it. Naomi probably has an endless pit for a stomach, though she always feels full, she is actually never hungry, but that's because she is a deity that doesn't need sustenance like humans do.
Back to the topic at hand, the two woman had just arrived at the scene at the crime that they would be committing. The necromancer was fashionable as always, dressed totally in black to try and give off that 'criminal breaking into some place' vibe. Though it wasn't a very practical outfit. She wore spandex leggings, they were tight fitting as spandex is, it helped define her curvy yet slender figure. Over her long torso she wore a crop top, which basically just covered her chest area, but showed off her stomach. So with skin that is as white as snow, it's not really that stealthy, but she didn't really care. The sleeves were baggy and flowy, while the rest of it was tight against her skin. Her shoes were some platform heel lace-up boots, again, not really practical, but stylish in the least. The regal woman let her long slender fingers that were covered in skin tight gloves, the back of her hands had a little window through the gloves, gently graze the window. She didn't want to set off any alarms but she also wanted to get in the building. Naomi turned her head to the side and downward to look at the undead teenage that stood beside her "Do you have any ideas?" she asked in a way that seemed like she was testing her more then asking for any suggestions. Plus she was pretty lazy and didn't want to do it herself.
W o r d C o u n t:
479 ☾ 375
Guest- Guest
Did she really need to dress like that?
Blue orbs gazed up at the taller woman, who was dressed in an all black spy-like outfit. Well it would be spy-like, if not for the reveling choice of clothing. Wasn't very spy-like when the entire would could see her exposed skin, that was just running the point of wearing all black in the first place. You know, to blend into the shadows. There was no point of that if they could see your light skin.
But whatever. The goddess cared a lot about fashion and how she presented herself, Inari knew this by now. Oh how she knew it... Five hours. Five hours is what it had taken her to fully choose her make up and clothing. And for five fours the undead teen waited. Patiently. Not that she minded much, it gave her while to go off and be alone within the guild's castle. She got a few more books done while she did, so it wasn't really that bad she supposed. But the zombie teen would rather get these jobs over and done with as quickly as possible. Not that she didn't enjoy them, she just didn't care that much. These jobs. Cheating, lying, stealing. She couldn't bring herself to care too much about them. Not because they were dark. She could be taking legal jobs and she would still care less. But she had to do them anyway. Why? Because the goddess wanted to. It was simple as that. Inari was her slave, it was what she had to do.
And being forced to do things, well you'd also end up not much caring for them.
She did them for jewels. She did them to make a living. She did them to survive. Nothing else.
The dark haired girl turned to the zombie kitten upon her shoulder, who gave a purr as it nestled into her hair. A small smile etched onto her lips, something that was rare for the teen. She scratched under his chin before she picked him up into her arms, bending down to settle him onto the pavement surrounding the small house. He stared up at her, his different colored eyes gazing into her's with curiosity.
"Fetch."
With a simple command, the small cat gave a solute with its bent tail, and wandered off to find a place to enter the house.
A couple of minutes of totally cool James Bond style back flips and sneaking around the house later the little grey cat pushed the window to the house open with its head, and fell through to the ground. It landed upon its feet, and approached the two women happily with the recipe card placed firmly in its maw.
He stopped before Inari, to which she picked him up and removed the paper from his mouth.
She turned to the witch, and held out the recipe card to her.
Short and sweet. That was the power of cats. They always seemed to know a good way to sneak in and out without getting caught. And they didn't even need fancy spy gear or clothes to get it.
WC: 525/375
Blue orbs gazed up at the taller woman, who was dressed in an all black spy-like outfit. Well it would be spy-like, if not for the reveling choice of clothing. Wasn't very spy-like when the entire would could see her exposed skin, that was just running the point of wearing all black in the first place. You know, to blend into the shadows. There was no point of that if they could see your light skin.
But whatever. The goddess cared a lot about fashion and how she presented herself, Inari knew this by now. Oh how she knew it... Five hours. Five hours is what it had taken her to fully choose her make up and clothing. And for five fours the undead teen waited. Patiently. Not that she minded much, it gave her while to go off and be alone within the guild's castle. She got a few more books done while she did, so it wasn't really that bad she supposed. But the zombie teen would rather get these jobs over and done with as quickly as possible. Not that she didn't enjoy them, she just didn't care that much. These jobs. Cheating, lying, stealing. She couldn't bring herself to care too much about them. Not because they were dark. She could be taking legal jobs and she would still care less. But she had to do them anyway. Why? Because the goddess wanted to. It was simple as that. Inari was her slave, it was what she had to do.
And being forced to do things, well you'd also end up not much caring for them.
She did them for jewels. She did them to make a living. She did them to survive. Nothing else.
The dark haired girl turned to the zombie kitten upon her shoulder, who gave a purr as it nestled into her hair. A small smile etched onto her lips, something that was rare for the teen. She scratched under his chin before she picked him up into her arms, bending down to settle him onto the pavement surrounding the small house. He stared up at her, his different colored eyes gazing into her's with curiosity.
"Fetch."
With a simple command, the small cat gave a solute with its bent tail, and wandered off to find a place to enter the house.
A couple of minutes of totally cool James Bond style back flips and sneaking around the house later the little grey cat pushed the window to the house open with its head, and fell through to the ground. It landed upon its feet, and approached the two women happily with the recipe card placed firmly in its maw.
He stopped before Inari, to which she picked him up and removed the paper from his mouth.
She turned to the witch, and held out the recipe card to her.
Short and sweet. That was the power of cats. They always seemed to know a good way to sneak in and out without getting caught. And they didn't even need fancy spy gear or clothes to get it.
WC: 525/375
