catchall asa mitaka

[residentmerc]

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week 1, sunday

[residentmerc]

[ well. y'know. Well. wherever she is just: ]

... When I told you to be careful yesterday, I didn't think this place'd take it as a challenge.

[ he is not sure how to address the whole of That otherwise ]

[halved]

[you don't... you forget about it and move on...

she's probably sitting somewhere, resting.]

Well, you know. The hills have eyes.

[residentmerc]

Could stand to have less of 'em. [ and also, to let them leave, at all times. ] Not too hurt?

[ im sure he can like, see, but look. he is trying to check up on her in a way that she doesnt register as being a burden because it is actually impossible to ignore loud yelling about your issues when everyone is like, 10 feet away ]

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They could stand to have none. [fuck off, cult!! she shakes her head, though.] Mostly sore.

[please stop perceiving her. sometimes you get hit by multiple effects at once and end up trauma dumping in front of everyone you know.]

[residentmerc]

[ they could stand to have none! just like people could stand to stop hitting you with effects help what happened to asa i thought it was just part of the pyramid ]

Good. Try and get in less trouble.

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[don't worry about it.]

I wasn't trying to get in trouble in the first place.

[residentmerc]

Sure seems to find you, though.

[ he isn't trying to be accusatory but to like. lighten the mood. a bit. from everyone worrying about her. is it too soon. probably. ]

Well, not that I've got room to talk there.

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[she huffs!! and resists the urge to complain about her shitty luck because she's already trauma dumped enough for one day, thank you.]

Yeah? You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself. [a beat.] ... Um. Besides the cult thing, but that applies to all of us.

[residentmerc]

I think the cult thing means we've all got shit luck. [ har har. ] But you don't become a merc for hire without knowing a thing or two about trouble.

[halved]

... How'd you get into that line of work? Or why? It can't be that lucrative.

[residentmerc]

Used to be in the military. After I quit... [ there's a pause ] I don't know. Seemed like the best move.

[halved]

Oh. Because... it was the type of work you were already used to?

[residentmerc]

Yeah. And picking up odd jobs for cash seemed easier.

[halved]

Sounds kind of stressful, though... Unless you live somewhere where you can find odd jobs consistently, you'd be barely scraping by.

[residentmerc]

You'd be surprised how many people need shit done and don't have anyone who can do it. I've gotten plenty of odd jobs traveling around.

[halved]

Seriously...? What kind of jobs are they even giving you?

[residentmerc]

A lot of them are escort jobs or getting rid of fiends, stuff like that. Or easy things, like finding lost animals and wrangling kids and drunk back home. But there's some pretty wild ones too. One guy hired me to win his collector's card back after he lost it in a card game. Kid paid me to win some races for his ranch as a jockey when I turned out to be pretty good at it. Depends on what they need.

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Ah. [just. ah.] So stuff that's too dangerous for them to deal with, or... just stuff they don't want to deal with themselves.

[residentmerc]

Yeah. Or things people need volunteers for.

[halved]

Do you enjoy them? The jobs you take, I mean.

[residentmerc]

Depends on the job, I guess. Most of 'em aren't bad, and if I really don't like the work, I can just... not take it.

[halved]

Huh... Doesn't sound like a bad career choice, if you can just say no. [little does she know about the infinite side quests.] ... I'd guess it's a little better than the military, too. Aren't they really strict about orders?

[residentmerc]

Yeah. Drilled cadet training into my head enough I still remember it.

[ and this is WITH memory loss ]

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... What made you want to join the military, anyway?

[residentmerc]

Something stupid. [ ha, ha. he shrugs, and. after a p a u s e ] Thought if I did, I could become a hero.