soul_logs | [ OPEN ] August 2012 Introduction Log

Characters: OPEN to new arrivals and NPCS.
Where: En route to Casualty Communal
Rating: Gen
Time: March 12 onwards
Description: Welcome to Death City!

It had been a little over a week since the sandstorm, and thus a little over a week since the last batch of newcomers. When the readings indicated that BREW was activating again so quickly, it was a bit of a scramble to get everything prepared. The last time it activated before then was early February, so this really was a small time frame. It had been some time since that happened.

But everyone dutifully prepared just in time for the first arrivals. It was also a relatively good day despite the past few rain showers. At least things were much calmer now.

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"Passing strange," He muttered, giving a last passing glance at Blair before returning to his conversation with the young self-described guide, either ignoring or simply not noticing his eye-roll at the compliment. He was more attentive to Lee's words.

A Watch-house was a straightforward enough place to start, as well. Even if Ramza wasn't quite certain what Lee had meant by 'Red Light District,' he gave a thoughtful nod and a hum of consideration; someone would need to play overseer to city full of weapons and warriors. Though, admittedly, this brought about a follow-up question of his own...

"Are kishin so bold as to attack the city...?"

Lee led the way while walking backwards, all the while maintaining his balance even when the roads dipped oddly.

"In fact, they are, but typically a raid would still be considered a very risky move on the Witches' part," Lee said, his face very serious. His mind traveled to the little bits and pieces Neji had revealed of his captivity. It wasn't pleasant.

"They even took captives at the time, so it is imperative to find out who you resonate with quickly and keep in close contact with them." The shinobi smiled encouragingly at Ramza. "But that is not the main focus of the Watch, Ramza-san. It is to keep the general peace of the city. Witch hunting and Kishin Egg capture are up to Weapon and Meister pairs who cooperate with Shibusen."

"...and the watch safeguards the city," he mused as he followed Lee's words. Ramza nodded once more. "I'd held a similar station when I was still a student of warfare." He'd also left his station for several days to follow a lead. Perhaps that was a job he was better off not holding again...

Especially when Lee spoke of such urgency for his weapon training. So much for his notion of settling in before heading right back to martial matters.

Small wonder about the kishin attacks, though. He wouldn't have wished it on anyone, of course, but Death City hardly seemed like a castle built for battle; the most daunting obstacle to entry was that staircase.

Speaking of, he'd been delaying that question for long enough. "...Are those stairs the only route to Shibusen and back?"

"Then perhaps it would be suitable as a job, should you wish to take one!" There were, of course, plenty of residents who could support themselves on the monthly stipend from Shibusen and supplement the rest through rewards from completing missions. But jobs were almost essential to anyone who didn't want to get bored between training and missions.

"Yes! The stairs are an integral part of training, don't you think?" He grinned at Ramza, completely serious.

Those stairs would certainly be a good exercise for anyone who lived in this city, but... Ramza broke away from that befuddled look eventually. Surely he japes, he thought to himself. ...no, another glance confirmed that that grin was in earnest, not in jest.

He'd given too much thought to it already. "I would think I'd grow accustomed ere long." Ramza hurried through the topic and onto his next question. "But I had thought our jobs were to hunt Kishin... or are we to find our own coin elsewhere?"

Lee nods enthusiastically, certain it would only be a matter of time. Everyone who lived her got used to them. Or else they forwent visiting Shibusen after their arrival.

"It is! But not all who come here are suited to that work, or find that they have spare time and do not wish to remain idle." The latter was Lee's problem, which was why he currently held two jobs outside of missions. He cocked his head to the side, considering.

"... And of course, some people just enjoy having more money to spend on luxuries."

"Sage enough means to that end." It brought a little pang of worry to the back of Ramza's mind; he'd spent many years in that academy and the past few years as a sellsword that such comparatively 'peaceful' jobs felt nearly out of reach. Though now was perhaps a good time to start. "What other jobs might newcomers take?"

"Hmmm," Lee hummed thoughtfully, placing a finger at his chin to tap. He tilted his head.

"It depends on your area of expertise!" Lee was a fighter, a warrior of stealth, so he made his money through the Watch, missions, and also some bouncer duties. While Ramza also had the feel of a warrior to him, that didn't necessarily mean he felt cut-out for the same jobs Lee did. "What are you looking for? Work with people? Or with animals? There are a great many places to start! I can help you if I have an idea on what you are thinking of."

"My expertise..." He had to admit, 'warrior' wasn't the worst description for him. Though Ramza was sure he'd be filling that role enough in his work hunting kishin eggs. And the thought of entrusting any more lives to his own care-- well, he had to admit his track record was hardly stellar.

"...Truth be told, I've seen little work other than as a sellsword," he finally admitted. "And I would see enough of such work as a weapon."

After a while, he'd finally found words adequate enough. "...Perhaps something quiet."

"I see..." Lee had no problem with mercenaries. In all honesty, a shinobi was a mercenary, but one loyal to his country and village before the customer. He nodded, and began going through a mental list of all he knew. Quiet was not Lee's strong suit, but it was definitely a description he could work with.

"There are several quieter jobs if you are not one who wishes to pick up a dangerous job besides missions." Lee always assumed the residents here would be taking missions, whether they were fighting types or not. "There is a park, book store, as well as several eateries around. Not to mention desk work if you think that would be suitable."

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