Winter 2, 514
NOTE FOR THE GRADERI got permission from Mirage to do this thread.
Kesu was uncertain as what course to take. She was low on money, and didn't have a job at the moment. Now, the obvious decision would to try and find one, but that was harder than it sounded at first. A lot of jobs were very specialized, requiring a distinct set of skills. And in addition to this, she wasn't good enough with auras or glyphs, (even though she was still learning), to get a job in a laboratory somewhere. So she had to look around for jobs that were for those generally unskilled people, drudgework, essentially.
However, most of the basic, monotonous tasks were menial, requiring a lot of strength and heavy lifting. In these, Kesu would be crushed beneath her load in an instant. So, there were two decisions left. One, find a job somewhere where she managed papers and such, in essence, a scribe. Two, find a job at someplace like the Red Lantern, which she did NOT wish to do. So, the course should've been relatively direct, or so she thought. Apparently, no one wanted a clerk or scribe, and could fulfill these jobs by themselves, without having to pay an unskilled, fiery Inarta to do it. And so, she had been left wandering around Surya Plaza, asking to no avail.
She had just come from a small, out-of-the way, probably largely unknown bookshop, inquiring within for a job, when she was rejected, once again. Stomping angrily into the street, she huffed, and looked around, and slumped, angrily dejected. It seemed that no place would have her work for them, and she didn't know where to go next.
However, most of the basic, monotonous tasks were menial, requiring a lot of strength and heavy lifting. In these, Kesu would be crushed beneath her load in an instant. So, there were two decisions left. One, find a job somewhere where she managed papers and such, in essence, a scribe. Two, find a job at someplace like the Red Lantern, which she did NOT wish to do. So, the course should've been relatively direct, or so she thought. Apparently, no one wanted a clerk or scribe, and could fulfill these jobs by themselves, without having to pay an unskilled, fiery Inarta to do it. And so, she had been left wandering around Surya Plaza, asking to no avail.
She had just come from a small, out-of-the way, probably largely unknown bookshop, inquiring within for a job, when she was rejected, once again. Stomping angrily into the street, she huffed, and looked around, and slumped, angrily dejected. It seemed that no place would have her work for them, and she didn't know where to go next.
