Cassiopeia Gojira was in high spirits today, she had completed the task placed upon her by the Dies Irae Guild Master Johann and been promoted to a C-Rank Mage for it. She had traveled to the town of Cedar in Fiore in search of a serial killer, and dispatched swift justice in the name of the guild. The madman James the Shredder was dead by her hand, a blast of atomic fire boring out his heart, a death too clean for the likes of his kind. Even the man's life was unsuitable payment for the lives he had destroyed, and the sorrow he had caused. But alas, it was the greatest toll Cassiopeia could level out of the madman, and the Knights of Cedar were ever grateful for her assistance. None mourned the death of a man who dedicated his life to preying on the innocent.
Her return to Dies Irae had been a triumphant one, and her promotion had come swiftly upon informing the Guild Masters of the good news. Cassiopeia didn't feel any stronger for it, titles were just words to her. But... important words all the same, C-Rank was still a small fish in a very large pond, but it would open new doors for the Kaijin. Ranks and titles were but a means to an end in her boundless pursuit of power. Ones Cassiopeia was already eager to put to good use.
The towering Kaijin woman rose from her bed, enjoying the first good night's sleep in a bed that was her own in what felt like ages. She'd predominantly been traveling across the whole of Fiore this past few weeks, and it was good to finally be someplace family. Her room still didn't feel like 'her room', more like... the place she kept all her things when she traveled. Regardless, it was the closest thing Cassiopeia had had to a home in years, and she was learning to cherish it all the same. She had put in a request with the Guild Quartermaster for a larger bed, and her cramp double was now a much more spacious queen size. She needed every bit of it, between her considerable height and the enormity of her tail.
Yawning and stretching her arms over her head, the Kaijin shook the sleep from her body. She hopped to her feet, clad only in a loose, flowing black nightgown that stretched down to mid thigh. Cassiopeia lazed about her room for a minute, still half asleep as she collected her things and departed for the bathroom. As low ranking as she was, sadly her dormitory didn't include a private restroom, and she was forced to share a common bathroom with the other low ranking female mages of Dies Irae. As the only one who left shedding scales in the shower, Cassiopeia was especially self conscious of herself as she groomed for the day ahead.
She returned to her bedroom an hour later, washed, groomed, and ready to greet the day proper. Donning her guild approved outfit, Cassiopeia slipped into one of her retailored regal black dresses. Since joining Dies Irae she had been asked to wear a guild appropriate uniform, one that flew their colors and donned their more militaristic styling. She didn't mind much, black was her favored color anyways, and the addition of crimson accents to her dress complimented her orange eyes. She looked as ravishing as ever, inspecting herself in a full body length mirror with a confident smile.
Pleased in her appearance, Cassiopeia departed from her bedroom and made for a beeline to the Throne Hall's spacious dining hall. The Kaijin's appetite was ravenous, though she was in little mood to sit and chit chat while enjoying a lengthy breakfast. She ate hurriedly, eager to get back into the fray and take on more work. With several large muffins in hand, Cassiopeia finished her meal and headed back to the main hall of the administrative building. She sought out the Guild's Job Board, idly munching on a blueberry muffin as she browsed over the flyers and potential Jobs eagerly looking for one to undertake.
"Hmm... Decisions, decisions..." Cassiopeia mused to herself, taking a large bite of her muffin and chewing slowly as she skimmed over the new C-Rank Jobs she could potentially carry out herself. Nothing particular caught her eye though, she was craving action, adventure, the thrill of battle. Too many of her D-Rank endeavors had been little more than menial labor, running errands, or other lowly tasks barely fit for a mage... much less one of her caliber. What she desired now was something to get the blood flowing.
Word Count: 810 | Free-Form Job | @Gangting
Her return to Dies Irae had been a triumphant one, and her promotion had come swiftly upon informing the Guild Masters of the good news. Cassiopeia didn't feel any stronger for it, titles were just words to her. But... important words all the same, C-Rank was still a small fish in a very large pond, but it would open new doors for the Kaijin. Ranks and titles were but a means to an end in her boundless pursuit of power. Ones Cassiopeia was already eager to put to good use.
The towering Kaijin woman rose from her bed, enjoying the first good night's sleep in a bed that was her own in what felt like ages. She'd predominantly been traveling across the whole of Fiore this past few weeks, and it was good to finally be someplace family. Her room still didn't feel like 'her room', more like... the place she kept all her things when she traveled. Regardless, it was the closest thing Cassiopeia had had to a home in years, and she was learning to cherish it all the same. She had put in a request with the Guild Quartermaster for a larger bed, and her cramp double was now a much more spacious queen size. She needed every bit of it, between her considerable height and the enormity of her tail.
Yawning and stretching her arms over her head, the Kaijin shook the sleep from her body. She hopped to her feet, clad only in a loose, flowing black nightgown that stretched down to mid thigh. Cassiopeia lazed about her room for a minute, still half asleep as she collected her things and departed for the bathroom. As low ranking as she was, sadly her dormitory didn't include a private restroom, and she was forced to share a common bathroom with the other low ranking female mages of Dies Irae. As the only one who left shedding scales in the shower, Cassiopeia was especially self conscious of herself as she groomed for the day ahead.
She returned to her bedroom an hour later, washed, groomed, and ready to greet the day proper. Donning her guild approved outfit, Cassiopeia slipped into one of her retailored regal black dresses. Since joining Dies Irae she had been asked to wear a guild appropriate uniform, one that flew their colors and donned their more militaristic styling. She didn't mind much, black was her favored color anyways, and the addition of crimson accents to her dress complimented her orange eyes. She looked as ravishing as ever, inspecting herself in a full body length mirror with a confident smile.
Pleased in her appearance, Cassiopeia departed from her bedroom and made for a beeline to the Throne Hall's spacious dining hall. The Kaijin's appetite was ravenous, though she was in little mood to sit and chit chat while enjoying a lengthy breakfast. She ate hurriedly, eager to get back into the fray and take on more work. With several large muffins in hand, Cassiopeia finished her meal and headed back to the main hall of the administrative building. She sought out the Guild's Job Board, idly munching on a blueberry muffin as she browsed over the flyers and potential Jobs eagerly looking for one to undertake.
"Hmm... Decisions, decisions..." Cassiopeia mused to herself, taking a large bite of her muffin and chewing slowly as she skimmed over the new C-Rank Jobs she could potentially carry out herself. Nothing particular caught her eye though, she was craving action, adventure, the thrill of battle. Too many of her D-Rank endeavors had been little more than menial labor, running errands, or other lowly tasks barely fit for a mage... much less one of her caliber. What she desired now was something to get the blood flowing.
Word Count: 810 | Free-Form Job | @Gangting