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[open] it's a hard-knock life
Who: Kratos Aurion and you!!
When: IC: 12/06
Where: Several locations!
What: Just another day in the life of an angel. And also tomatoes are evil.
Rating/Warnings: none probably!
a.
[Another day, another gald. Or whatever currency one chooses. No matter what you get paid in, you gotta work to get that money and Kratos is no different. What's the lucky occupation of choice? A mechanic. It's vastly different from his usual gig of mercenary or, you know, evil angel that helps a maniac man-child dominate the world. Not a bad job compared to that.
The only downside is having to deal with pure idiots for customers. 'Oh why isn't this running? Oh what do you mean that parts need changing?? And oil too?? What do you mean I can't just use vegetable oil???' Kratos resisted the urge to bang his head against the nearest wall during that last enjoyable moment of idiocy. How people so dumb are capable of surviving to adulthood... After Kratos sends vegetable oil man on his merry way (who still continued muttering on about how oils could possibly be different??), he decides it's high time for a break. Maybe his endurance is above that of a human's but his tolerance for idiocy is well below normal. Toss in still being bugged by that weird dream from the other day and that tolerance hits an all-time low.
Definitely break time.
A hand assumed to be free from oils and grease wipes his brow only to leave a lovely black trail in its wake. It joins a few other black spots already there. Someone keeps on forgetting to wash their hands before touching their face. Handwashing does come before grabbing a cup of water, at least. Better in the wrong order than not at all! With drink in hand, Kratos heads outside for some air. Ah, better. Not quiet or peaceful, but a break's a break. He leans against the wall, drinking his water all the while being unaware of the lovely artwork gracing his forehead. Additional artwork can also be found on his clothes. And hair. And arms. 4000 years old, as clean as a 4 year old. If even.]
b.
[What does any good swordsman do with their time off after work? Train. Being out of combat for too long dulls skills. That much is unacceptable, especially when the next battle can come at any moment. ViViD serves as a decent workout but today Kratos opts to use the gym/dojo.
Instead of a sword, the weapon of choice during this workout is a dagger. Too long a time has passed since last training with one. Using both swords and daggers means practicing with both. No reason to let skill with one dull due to preference for the other. The dagger itself is a cheap one (not having proper funds sucks) but it suffices. His movements against the dummy are quick and swift, being obviously those of an experienced fighter. The poor dummy doesn't stand a chance.
Yeah, this is nice. Not the same as against an actual opponent but nice, if even soothing. The dummy probably doesn't find it nearly as nice, though.]
c.
[No day can be complete without a trip to the grocery store. Not needing to eat doesn't mean sometimes not wanting to. Nothing beats a seafood stew or fried fish or, hell, even canned fish. Fish are great, mmkay? Plus, eating helps keep up appearances of being a completely normal human! Which he is. Just a normal human. Nothing special at all.
Said normal human is in the middle of browsing around when a horrid, putrid odor reaches his nostrils. His face instantly scrunches up. What is the source of that foul stench? Ah, there. Feet away sits a free sample stand. With meat in tomato sauce. Why subject poor innocent meat to be marinated in something so horrid? The poor sampling girl almost jumps out of her skin upon seeing the serious, almost menacing man leering at the free samples. If looks could kill, those tomatoes would be burning in the lowest layer of hell by now.]
When: IC: 12/06
Where: Several locations!
What: Just another day in the life of an angel. And also tomatoes are evil.
Rating/Warnings: none probably!
a.
[Another day, another gald. Or whatever currency one chooses. No matter what you get paid in, you gotta work to get that money and Kratos is no different. What's the lucky occupation of choice? A mechanic. It's vastly different from his usual gig of mercenary or, you know, evil angel that helps a maniac man-child dominate the world. Not a bad job compared to that.
The only downside is having to deal with pure idiots for customers. 'Oh why isn't this running? Oh what do you mean that parts need changing?? And oil too?? What do you mean I can't just use vegetable oil???' Kratos resisted the urge to bang his head against the nearest wall during that last enjoyable moment of idiocy. How people so dumb are capable of surviving to adulthood... After Kratos sends vegetable oil man on his merry way (who still continued muttering on about how oils could possibly be different??), he decides it's high time for a break. Maybe his endurance is above that of a human's but his tolerance for idiocy is well below normal. Toss in still being bugged by that weird dream from the other day and that tolerance hits an all-time low.
Definitely break time.
A hand assumed to be free from oils and grease wipes his brow only to leave a lovely black trail in its wake. It joins a few other black spots already there. Someone keeps on forgetting to wash their hands before touching their face. Handwashing does come before grabbing a cup of water, at least. Better in the wrong order than not at all! With drink in hand, Kratos heads outside for some air. Ah, better. Not quiet or peaceful, but a break's a break. He leans against the wall, drinking his water all the while being unaware of the lovely artwork gracing his forehead. Additional artwork can also be found on his clothes. And hair. And arms. 4000 years old, as clean as a 4 year old. If even.]
b.
[What does any good swordsman do with their time off after work? Train. Being out of combat for too long dulls skills. That much is unacceptable, especially when the next battle can come at any moment. ViViD serves as a decent workout but today Kratos opts to use the gym/dojo.
Instead of a sword, the weapon of choice during this workout is a dagger. Too long a time has passed since last training with one. Using both swords and daggers means practicing with both. No reason to let skill with one dull due to preference for the other. The dagger itself is a cheap one (not having proper funds sucks) but it suffices. His movements against the dummy are quick and swift, being obviously those of an experienced fighter. The poor dummy doesn't stand a chance.
Yeah, this is nice. Not the same as against an actual opponent but nice, if even soothing. The dummy probably doesn't find it nearly as nice, though.]
c.
[No day can be complete without a trip to the grocery store. Not needing to eat doesn't mean sometimes not wanting to. Nothing beats a seafood stew or fried fish or, hell, even canned fish. Fish are great, mmkay? Plus, eating helps keep up appearances of being a completely normal human! Which he is. Just a normal human. Nothing special at all.
Said normal human is in the middle of browsing around when a horrid, putrid odor reaches his nostrils. His face instantly scrunches up. What is the source of that foul stench? Ah, there. Feet away sits a free sample stand. With meat in tomato sauce. Why subject poor innocent meat to be marinated in something so horrid? The poor sampling girl almost jumps out of her skin upon seeing the serious, almost menacing man leering at the free samples. If looks could kill, those tomatoes would be burning in the lowest layer of hell by now.]