Spelunking with the Dead

Job Info:

Yona Hisamori touched her shortened green hair with her fingertips. The fight with Johann had been long enough finished that she thought she was finally ready to take up a job but she also hadn't made many public appearances since it happened either. He had burned her hair from it's luxurious length to jaw length and she was not yet used to it. Even having it fixed up by a local hair dresser didn't change the way she felt. It was a transformation, inside and out, but habits were habits and Yona was concerned she might not keep her promises to her mentor, Johann, after all.

She sighed lightly and licked her pink lips as she considered the job board before her. There were a couple others examining the board, but with a lot less care than she was. They simply came up to the board, scanned it over, pulled a job paper down and walked away to sign up with it. She was so uncertain- she wanted a job that wouldn't be too hard but she didn't feel like chasing down loose pets, cleaning up garbage or helping descale fish down on the docks. There was an intriguing job about a violent monster off the coast of some unheard of land, a creepy job about exterminating spider nests in the mountains, and a job about sitting with an old lady so she could perform her annual ritual. The job with the old lady sounded most promising, except for the fact that it would be in a cave in the frostbitten Silent Glaciers. It was going to be icy cold there.

Yona heard a commotion in the kitchen and in the eating area not far away and tilted her head to listen in. She could hear the chef Benvolio shouting about a fire in the kitchen and the mousey voice of a young kitchen hand apologizing. She frowned to herself, but looked back at the board. Even as the others nearby went nosily into the eatery to eavesdrop and listen in, Yona knew she had to maintain safe distance. She wasn't particularly welcome in the kitchen right now, even if Benvolio was fine physically. The green haired mage didn't want to chance bumping into him and getting an earful. She was sure she had a better control of her emotions now than before, but to break Johann's promise so soon by fighting with that pompous chef again would get her kicked out for sure. She wasn't going to risk her second chance with Johann for something like gossip.

She lifted her arms up and out, and then back, uttering a little groan as her muscles bent and stretched. "Cold as Benvolio's soup is better than getting sunburned on the docks surrounded by stinking cod again," Yona said to herself, her arms whacking into someone behind her. She pulled them back instantly and stepped forward, swiveling her neck to look over her shoulder. "Oh, uh, sorry," She said half heartedly. It was the polite thing to do after all, though he shouldn't have been standing so close. And how the heck had she missed him sneaking up behind her anyway!?

WC: 531

Ah Takenaka Haruyuki. A brief introduction had been made, but Yona had been distracted by both emotion and thoughts at the time. She remembered all the red he wore, but not much else. She certainly would have remembered all his annoying questions, but that's what happens when you're being polite, aloof, and nonchalant instead of just being yourself. She must have tried to not let it bother her, or she must not have cared enough to listen to him in the first place. That made her feel only slightly guilty, but considering the annoying shade of red and the annoying number of questions, Yona was put at a disadvantage this time for hiding her expression and thoughts.

Her lips pursed and she tried a smile on for him. "Yeah, I'm Yona. I have no interest in saving some dumb cat," She said to him. She cleared her throat as she turned to face him. The short green hair tickled her ears and she was reminded again by Johann's fight that she had not finished proving herself. Yona was not to start fights, and if possible she had to control her rudeness and temper in the face of new and old guild members alike. "Not that you look like a member of the WFTC, so I shouldn't tell you this- but I strive to be greater each day." She pointed behind her at the board, "I am grabbing a mission in the Silent Glaciers to help an old lady fight some ghosts."

That was more or less true, but it sounded cool to her. She lifted her chin as if she was better than him. After all, adorned in white, Yona was clearly a member of the guild whereas she could not honestly recall if he was just a friend of Johann's or a member.

WC: 835

The nineteen year old wrinkled her nose and replied wearily, "You're lucky. They insisted on the white uniform when I started. They say nobody is allowed on missions unless they wear the guild uniform." Yona didn't really disagree with Haruyuki, but was a little salty over the fact that he could wear such an audacious red color when she could not. She shrugged looking herself over. The fitted pale blue pants were the only break in the scheme of white that she wore today. She had on white calf high boots with stylish heels and a white bandeau around her chest. For the job, she realized she would need to bring or wear different clothing as she had no plans to freeze to death for money or glory.

"I've never fought the undead but if an old lady can do it, then I am sure I can too." She snorted a little, and then started to back away from him, grabbing the paper off the board and pulling it off with her. "Anyway, I should get changed. The ferry leaves soon and I might have to take a train too, I'm not sure. I haven't traveled that far away before." Yona had actually done plenty of traveling- just not to some freezing wasteland out of the way of any decent civilization. It would be interesting to see how long it took for her to get there on her own and she considered asking Johann to just teleport her there. Just as quickly, she reconsidered- asking the old man for help was going to be against her nature for her first quest after their big fight. She wanted to go to him with results not with problems.


WC: 1121

Yona let out a heavy sigh, and stopped in her tracks. She was trying to be good, to be nice, to prove herself. It was her first job after that big and secret fight with Johann. She had finally recovered and this was her chance and here was this random red guy poking holes in her plan. Yona looked at him for a moment and considered his help or expertise. An outfit like that declared him a nuisance to her outright but if it got back that a new person asked for her help on a job, maybe she would be portrayed poorly. That would be worse than taking him along in the first place.

She relaxed and conceded, coming to the conclusion in her own mind before speaking in a cool voice. "Fine, you can come, but I am running point on this. It's my mission, you're just a travel guide with an extra set of hands. All right?" It was nicer than she usually was to people but that didn't mean her attitude was friendly either. Overall, Yona thought it might be nice to be the leader on the job and maybe tell someone else what to do. She looked him up and down and added, using a "mom-tone" of voice, "Go and grab some change of clothes and food. It's cold in the Glaciers. I'll meet you back down here in a half hour. Any questions?" She would wait for him, but if he didn't express anything different she would turn sharply and stride away to get what she needed.

WC:1385

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(Total: 1290)

Yona Hisamori had returned to her room. She changed her clothes to be more comfortable for wear in the Glaciers. She wore two sweaters, one black and the one on the outer side was light blue. She carried her coat over her right arm and her feet were secured in thicker, sturdier white boots. She borrowed them of course, and planned to give them back to whoever left them out in the hallway. Yona wore a pair of comfortable black pants over her previous pale blue leggings. In her mind, as much as white was the color to wear, when it came to traversing the snow caps the woman wanted to be sure she could be seen by her traveling companion. Getting lost was not going to be worth the money in a place as frigid as that!

She brought a bag with a change of clothes and filled the rest of it with a book and food supplies. She chose several fruits, some bread and cheese, but it was hard to predict what might survive in the Glaciers. She carried it all down with ease, but the extra clothing layers made her sweat. As beautiful as she was, there was no hiding a beat of sweat on one's brow. Yona cared little and gave a nod to her unlikely partner. "Of course. Do we take a train, or a ferry or what? Whats the fastest way to get there?" Outside of using Johann to teleport them around, she wasn't sure what the fastest route would be. It was time for this guy to earn his keep and be the travel guide she needed.

Whichever way he guided them, it was likely to take a long time to get there. Long enough that Yona planned in advance to catch up on some sleep and some reading.

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