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Who: Rin, Vietnam, Archer, Masamune, and Niles
When: August, from past the 4th onward!
Where: Petrosian and various locations in Gammon!
What: Jobs, jobs, jobs. This log may be updated with threads/prompts for later jobs offered in August, too!
Rating: Nothing too terrible, some mentions of crimes, etc.!
Dye Hard (from August 5th on, Petrosian/closed to Archer)
[this trip was part test, part business, part... moneymaking. hey, no one said a girl couldn't stop by petrosian again so soon, if only to check up on the designs for a full-back mana tattoo. she's kept that pursuit a secret from archer, and rin now sits at a chair inside the rare river café they've boarded in anticipation of an attack by the bandits.]
It's too quiet. Aside from that, I don't really know what lures them out.
[speaking disinterestedly, she taps long fingernails on the table before her as she lowers her cup of tea.
at that moment, the boat rocks.]
Fighting Evil By Moonlight (from August 8th on, Gammon/closed to Vietnam)
[rin was shaken up after her little run-in with gilgamesh at the ball, but she doesn't display that same hesitation tonight.
she and vietnam are escorting a small group of saleswomen from the market to their homes. many of them appear not so much older than rin herself, and that's partially why they're with them in the first place; it's hard to convince several of the more skeptical (or burly!) gammonians that a pair of young women are going to cut down any bloodthirsty murderers in their path.
in fact, the would-be criminals must believe they blend in well enough, because some sneaky-looking fellow in a trenchcoat sidles up right next to vietnam, before long.]
Hey, hey! Stop for just a moment, eh?
Hate to be the Boarer of Bad News, But... (from August 23rd on, Gammon/closed to Masamune)
[okay, so rin isn't bothered by most of this. the flying pig is just a little weird, though. slightly. carefully bringing up a finger, she pokes it as the poor thing oinks in despair for about the fourth time.]
Hhhh— [whiny complaining:] This thing is so strange.
[proceeding to dig a hand into the mailbag, she thumbs through the letters and hands the one for the next house to her macho, masculine companion.]
Well, at least this job should be easy. [rin rolls her eyes. how compassionate.] What a bunch of losers. They couldn't even make it into their magecraft academy. They're disgraces.
Star Wands Episode I: The Phantom Mineace (from August 23rd on, Gammon/closed to Niles)
[friedgood, friedgood. what a wonderful place. rin is camped out on the ground, pouring over a map of the surrounding local mines. in a... skirt, but hopefully no passersby are being flashed as she figures out where the hell they're going.
who knows how she even got roped into this with niles, by the way.]
What do you think? Shouldn't we just buy the stuff from the shops, or something? If we mine, I might get too dirty. That'd be fine, but what if it's not worth the trouble?
[she's not wearing pants, so don't even ask]
When: August, from past the 4th onward!
Where: Petrosian and various locations in Gammon!
What: Jobs, jobs, jobs. This log may be updated with threads/prompts for later jobs offered in August, too!
Rating: Nothing too terrible, some mentions of crimes, etc.!

[this trip was part test, part business, part... moneymaking. hey, no one said a girl couldn't stop by petrosian again so soon, if only to check up on the designs for a full-back mana tattoo. she's kept that pursuit a secret from archer, and rin now sits at a chair inside the rare river café they've boarded in anticipation of an attack by the bandits.]
It's too quiet. Aside from that, I don't really know what lures them out.
[speaking disinterestedly, she taps long fingernails on the table before her as she lowers her cup of tea.
at that moment, the boat rocks.]

[rin was shaken up after her little run-in with gilgamesh at the ball, but she doesn't display that same hesitation tonight.
she and vietnam are escorting a small group of saleswomen from the market to their homes. many of them appear not so much older than rin herself, and that's partially why they're with them in the first place; it's hard to convince several of the more skeptical (or burly!) gammonians that a pair of young women are going to cut down any bloodthirsty murderers in their path.
in fact, the would-be criminals must believe they blend in well enough, because some sneaky-looking fellow in a trenchcoat sidles up right next to vietnam, before long.]
Hey, hey! Stop for just a moment, eh?

[okay, so rin isn't bothered by most of this. the flying pig is just a little weird, though. slightly. carefully bringing up a finger, she pokes it as the poor thing oinks in despair for about the fourth time.]
Hhhh— [whiny complaining:] This thing is so strange.
[proceeding to dig a hand into the mailbag, she thumbs through the letters and hands the one for the next house to her macho, masculine companion.]
Well, at least this job should be easy. [rin rolls her eyes. how compassionate.] What a bunch of losers. They couldn't even make it into their magecraft academy. They're disgraces.

[friedgood, friedgood. what a wonderful place. rin is camped out on the ground, pouring over a map of the surrounding local mines. in a... skirt, but hopefully no passersby are being flashed as she figures out where the hell they're going.
who knows how she even got roped into this with niles, by the way.]
What do you think? Shouldn't we just buy the stuff from the shops, or something? If we mine, I might get too dirty. That'd be fine, but what if it's not worth the trouble?
[she's not wearing pants, so don't even ask]
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rin hmphs loudly, standing up straight and flattening down her uniform with her hands. they specifically pause at her stomach.]
... No children are going to be hurting me. Even if one of them wanted to do something as violent as that, I'm quick enough on my feet to avoid it. Very well, I'll keep away from y—
[it's then that the small voice of a child does interrupt them. where is it coming from? oh, the door.]
Are you two having a baby? [what] Is that why you're arguin'?
no subject
Not after my miscarriage from this, it's time for a dog. Don't get married, kid.
[ where do these statements of his even come from ... ]
no subject
[without even thinking (about the child, or her appearance out in public), rin shouts at masamune in a shrill voice, lunging towards him with her hands wrapped up in fists.]
If you were infertile, it might be a mercy on all of us!
no subject
He offers the magus great condolences with a smile, though. From behind her now that he has gotten out of her immediate path of violence. ]
Well, I'm happy to inform you, then, that I've been absolutely clean in my activities while here, so it's kind of the same thing, right!? I'm a real merciful guy, you just don't give me enough credit for these things.
[ As usual, it is a wonder if he even grasped the true insult delivered. he's proud of himself, okay!? He's very much found he likes mana exchange, which can get very tricky in innocence-standing depending on who it is with.
... At least the piglets are trying to still do their jobs, what with trying to dig through letters in their carrier pouches to find the appropriate mail to be delivered, unlike the two heroes. The child is just staring. ]
no subject
she turns on him once or twice, testing his reactions and just how courageous he is, glaring at him with pure irritation—before she swings around to the child at the door again, flaring her hair out with an elegant sweep of her twintails behind her back.
she smiles.
is it a genuine, sweet smile? or just an act? with all the frigidity just over her shoulder, masamune could feel like he'll freeze into an ice sculpture if he deems to pass her.
what a positively dumb man.
—he's sorta hot and not bad for mana exchange, though. damn.]
Hello. Please forgive my rude companion. Is Miss Ingrid Pinker, or her parents, home at the moment? We have an urgent letter from Pigeonsblood.