Cleaning the streets! [closed 4/4]

[Nisha]

Nisha was already out and about early in the morning. Usually she did not really care for such tiring events like cleaning, but the second she had seen the maid uniform, she knew she just had to go and do some stuff while wearing it. And it was a really good one too, Nisha wondered why they had not been able to sell these until she became aware that she would not wear these without knowing that other people would too. It was not exactly a fashion statement and quite embarassing if she were the only one to wear it. Sighing, she had equipped it and taken up a broom, sure she may not be a housekeeper, but basic rubble and spider webs and such should be no problem, right? Going over to the first abandoned house she had been assigned to and entering she knew she would not be able to do this on her own, three stories in this house, the first a kitchen and dinner room big enough to house two families, the second a basic study, a childrens room, a toilet with a shower and a storage room and the third a master bedroom followed by two childrens bedroom. Apparently someone wealthy had lived here. But everything was full of spider webs, dust on every shelf, the dust towering as high as an inch or two, some bricks loose and the windows looked like they could use new frames or at least repairs and the door would not close after opening it the first time.

No wonder no one wanted to live here anymore. Walking out the same picture, the street was full of dirt, leaves over and about, several tiles had been displaced in the plaster and the front side of the house could use a new paint job. Nisha had not even looked at the pans and pots in the kitchen, but she could imagine they were about as dirty as everything else. Sighing, she created a quest shield requesting for help with the house and looked around, seeing no nail or something to make it hang from the wall, she pulled out the end table of the couch standing in the dinner room out and put the shield on it for everyone who passed by to see. Walking back in she hoped help would come by soon as she waded through the sea of dust and began to work her broom, whirling up dust and spider webs falling on her head. It was far from enjoyable, but it was funny to have so much frill at clothing and see it move. Once again she was quite impressed by the physics of the game as her tail flicked over a table and wiped a little dust off of it. Nisha wondered how long this would take as a non house keeper, but she could already imagine that it would indeed take a while, in anticipation of people, she also had opened up the closet right beside the entrance door in which several brooms and other cleaning utensils were standing and ready to be handled by whoever came by.

Words: 524
Mood: Maid Mood
Music: cleaning party
Tags: open open open

[Capsule]

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Enter maid Capsule.

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Nisha

There was a cleaning event going on for the moment, and Capsule was doing her best to stay out of it. There was no known reward, aside from the "taking pride in our clean environment blah blah blah" garbage, so why should she participate? If there was some benefit to it - oh, right. There was the guild discounts on the newly released housing system, which would have been a great thing for the guild Capsule was in (Avarice), had her guild mates not been preoccupied with other matters. It had been a while since she last saw Indy and the gang, though she still bumped into Shira from time to time. If things kept going like this, she may have to cut her losses and find a new guild to settle down in - if at all. It was kind of depressing for the guild she was just acclimating to to suddenly spiral into inactivity. 'Or maybe I should just forget about it altogether.' If the next guild she attempted to join dropped in activity, too, she would be hard pressed to find a third. Besides - things could get better in time. 'Maybe.'

Capsule hunched up her shoulders as she edged around the small groups of people. Most of them were dressed up like maids and butlers, which Cap thought was awkward and embarrassing. There was no way she would be caught dead wearing a skirt. The Enchanter pulled her hood over her head and dipped her chin down as far as comfortably possible. 'What a bunch of chumps.' The redhead stuck out in her cloak and cloth armor, which only made her self-consciousness increase. At least Fiver and Dobby weren't here to add to that. She swiped at one of the drink lined tables on the side of the street as she passed it. They were apparently free (for participants), but this was Sticky Fingers Capsule we were talking about here. Free or not, she would find a way to snatch it -

"OI! Whaddya think yer doin', filchin' me drinks?! Dems are fer the volunteers, not fer ya no good low life punks!" Oh shit. This was no Lander or Adventurer with poor eyesight or timid demeanor. Capsule's eyes widened under the shadow of her hood, but her figure remained calm as she picked up the pace and tried (keyword: tried) to book it out of there. "OI! Someone grab that kid!"

'Shut up, shut up, shut up,' Capsule frantically thought as she urged her long legs to move faster. There was a soft splashing sound and a light patter of liquid against her ankles when the cup fell from her grasp. Some buff looking werecat in a maid's outfit (yes, you read right) snatched her hand into the air like a hungry bear with a spawning trout. Capsule yelped in surprise as she was yanked a good foot into the air, and then suspended like a mere ragdoll. 'Holy shitsnacks.' This guy was freaking strong. He lightly shook her in the air, making her fear for her safety and the thin wrist buried in his ham of a fist. Did they seriously make werecats this big?!

"Punk ass kids," the Brewer spat from a few feet away. "If yer so thirsty, why duncha help out and work fer it?" He waved a hand at the burly werecat maid. "Normally I'd demand monetary compensation, but I t'ink this one would ben'fit from some manual labor. Someone get that lad a uniform and set him to work!" The man laughed, until he was forced to cough and spit again.

The burly werecat carried Capsule off into a booth lined with Adventurers, and manned by a fox-tail and a human. The werecat maid growled and hissed when he was told to get to the back of the line by several of the etiquette abiding "citizens". "Oh shut your neepin' gabs. Hey, Mace. I'm going to need a uniform for this one - community service detail." He lowered Capsule a few inches, but did not set her feet onto the ground. The fox-tail poked and prodded Cap for a few moments, apparently checking for measurements. She must have been an expert if she could guess Capsule's size without even using a tape measure. "Whatever you've got available will do. I'd personally suggest something with a skirt, though, if it's available."

The fox-tail nodded and gestured with a single finger for them to follow. Capsule tried to free herself from the werecat's grasp as he proceeded into the booth, to no avail. This was one of those situations she could not simply run away from, and - "YEEEEEEEEEEEARGH!" Jeebus tap dancing Christ. They were barely in the booth before the fox-tail began unceremoniously undressing her.

"CRIKEY! It's a girl!"

Done. She was so neeping done. She was also livid, and not just because the fox-tail implied that she was too small in the chest. "Help, I'm being harassed! This is sexual harassment at its finest, people!" She made sure to yell extra loud for the people outside in the line, and even louder for the people they passed on the street. The buff werecat in drag insister on carrying the now maid uniform clad Capsule over his shoulder, for all to bear witness to this shame. "Lemme go!" The werecat only chuckled and said something about her figure not accentuating the uniform she was wearing. "Sh-shut up!" She slapped at his beefy shoulders with the palms of her hands. This was why she did not like wearing feminine clothing. They never looked good on her.

The werecat was doing some kind of laugh purr combo by the time he decided to set her down - in what appeared to be a broken down and abandoned house. There was apparently others working in this building, so escape would not be so simple (not that she expected the werecat to stray too far, anyway). He did disappear through the door, though he was not standing at an angle she could see him. Perhaps there was a window big enough for her to wiggle out of… Capsule grumbled to herself as she took notice of a small open doorway, and plucked out one of the many broomsticks from within. She could put on a façade for as long as necessary. 'Stupid event. Stupid werecat.' The broomstick might as well be wearing her uniform. It would probably look better on it. A small flurry of dust appeared as Capsule began sweeping an empty room, but eventually worked up a great cloud of dust as her sweeping took a furious turn. If they wanted clean, she would give them clean.

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[Arawnn]

Arawnn had just grabbed his butler uniform to prepare for cleaning, when he saw an interesting sight. A red-headed woman was being man-handled for attempting to get a drink. At this time it was obvious she wasn’t one of the volunteers. He stood there, watching as the much larger Werecat practically bulldozed past him holding the woman, forcing her into service. With a simple facepalm, he sighed. People these days. Then again, in real life he knew some people who would have tried to do what she did.

“Crikey! It’s a girl!”

Had they really not noticed that was a girl? I mean, sure she didn’t have the chest of one but seriously. You could tell it was a woman simply by her face and demeanor! This time his facepalm was rather energetic, having his hand practically stick to his face

“Help, I’m being harassed!”

Arawnn lowered his hand from his face and turned to look at where the voice was coming from. Sure enough, he would know who the voice belonged to as the tall burly werecat wearing a maid uniform walked out carrying the woman over his shoulder, who was also wearing a maid uniform. Wait, was that a man in a maid suit? Nevermind. Arawnn paid attention to what house she was thrown in, then put his suit on. He grabbed a cup of what she had been stealing, and walked towards the house. It was quite the surprise that they managed to find a uniform that fit him perfectly, especially since his height to width ratio was fit for someone much taller than himself. As he walked past the taller crossdressing Werecat, he pretended to be drinking from the cup, but his lips landed on his thumb instead, never touching the cup. The tiny man wanted to know why she had been trying to yoink a drink. Thankfully, the really tall werecat barely even noticed it; probably because Arawnn was so short, and the other cat was so tall.

After entering the house, his body was assaulted by what looked like one of the most disgusting and destroyed houses he had seen. Thankfully, there was a rather dust free spot near the entrance, and he put the drink there as he walked the rest of the way in. This place needed lots of cleaning, no wonder they needed help. Walking over, he swiftly grabbed a broom from the closet and decided that he had best get started with the webs in the ceiling, rather than start with the floor. Last thing he wanted were webs falling on one of the women in the room, and them freaking out because spiders. Taking a look around, he noticed that every single person in this room, was taller than he was. Talk about what he wasn’t used to. In the real world he typically towered over everyone else. Oh well, his height would probably make a rather good conversation starter. Arawnn purred as he used the brooms length to clean the ceiling of falling webs, wrapping them up around the brush before depositing them in a nearby trash can.

OOC: Arawnn Enter
Remember that Arawnn is 4 feet tall.

TAGS:
Nisha
Capsule

Words: 520

[Ragnarok]

Good grief. Why did I end up thinking this would be a good idea?

    Ragnarok's first event for him ever since he entered this world was cleaning. Back in the real world, cleaning was never his thing, as the only place he would have to clean would be his own room; however, this never meant that his room was considered a mess. He always kept clean, making sure that no matter what happened, he threw away his trash and everything. Now, the task that was given here was to basically clean an entire city with the help of several other Adventurers and a few People of the Land from what the Assassin heard. To him, cleaning an entire city would be a big problem, but still, he kept his mind optimistic about the situation as he approached an abandoned building in his white Butler outfit. It was a tight fit, but Ragnarok was able to fit himself inside of it.

    "Decrepit, just like all the rest. Well, no matter, cleaning is a virtue of the world and without it, we'd all be crawling in insects and bugs...Eugh..."

    The boy sighed as he entered the house, ignoring whatever commotion had been going on beforehand. Apparently, some man in a maiden's wear had chased a girl into the building and a nicely dressed cat butler followed soon after. Ragnarok couldn't really follow the train of events occurring before his eyes, but it didn't really matter. Soon enough, Ragnarok found himself entering the building, finding himself alone with two others; one appeared to be a Fox Tail named Nisha and the other looked like a Werecat named Arawnn. Unfortunately for Ragnarok, he was never excellent at pronouncing names, so he tried to avoid any confrontation amongst calling others by their names until he found out himself. Motioning towards the same closet that Arawnn obtained a broom from, the Butler Assassin pulled out a broom and a dust pan, ready to clean any pesky dust particle that was left behind the remnants of the dead house.

    He motioned himself towards the kitchen, brushing away any dust that he could find into the dust pan before dumping it into the closest trash can. Soon enough, he found himself into the one of the dens of the contaminated house, the kitchen. Cobwebs lied everywhere, dust particles filled the tops of sinks and what not; Ragnarok was afraid that the sink wouldn't even work here. He motioned himself towards the faucet, dusting away any thing on the ground into his pan as he turned the handles to call forth any drip of water. Unfortunately, not a single drop fell. Disappointment was the only thing that lied in his mind at that point; nonetheless, he had to continue on with the long day's of work that lied ahead.

    "Alright then. Water's out. Guess all I can do for now is just dust away. Great..."

WC: 486
Tag(s): Nisha Capsule Arawnn

[Nisha]

Nisha looked at each of the newcomers solo. One was a girl who got nearly thrown into the house by some big fellow, making it look like she was forced into it. Nisha had wanted to say she could exit out of the backdoor if she did not want to work, nothing was worse than having to work without wanting to, but the next second, she was already handling a broom and doing a fine job of whirling it around. Well, as long as she had fun with it, Nisha guessed it would be alright, after all, some people needed to be forced to have fun sometimes. The next one was a werecat, but unlike dusky, this one was quite short in stature, but looked impressively as if he was taller than he looked like. He also went over to get a broom and do away with the spider webs. Looking quite expertly trained in it actually, but his height would be most likely a challenge, maybe... And then the next person entered, a tall guy who went over to the kitchen right away to clean away the dust with a broom and dustpan, saying something about water. Nisha had not been idling around either, even though she had slowed down a little and had gotten all the dust she had taken care of on one semi big heap that needed to be exterminated, but something else was more pressing, at the pace tehy were going they would never finish it and seeing how the communication... well, there was none, and their teamwork... same as before, someone had to take matters into hand and try to bring cleanliness into this chaos. Nisha walked over to inbetween all of the people working and harumphed a little before saying anything so she would get the attention of the people around her.

"Hello, my name is Nisha, nice to meet you all, but as you might have guessed with everyone using a broom we will not really get all that much diverse work done. Which is why I would say one of us, well noticed by the way, had to get water from the well over there and maybe get to mop the floor. For that, someone else has to go and carry out the furniture and maybe even clean it up while it is outside so it comes back in clean. I think those tasks are best done by the gentleman butlers, while we maids go and take care of dusting off, changing the bedding in the bedrooms and cleaning out the cupboards, I hope this is acceptable? Also, I hope you don´t mind when I send out a friend request, so we can better delegate and ask for help if needed through telepathy, you can delete me after we finish if you want." Nisha said with a smile and went ahead, sending out friend requests to the three players around her. After everyone would agree or disagree Nisha would exchange her broom for a feather duster and would move up the stairs and opened all the windows to get some circulation going since the air was pretty stale in the whole house. After that she would move to the first childrens badroom and try to get out the heavy mattress from the bed and heave it out of the window, hoping for some help with all the stuff, seeing that every room had huge mattresses, wardrobes and due to the massiveness of the mattresses also a huge place to clean below the beds.

Words: 592
Music: Cleaning song
Mood: Glad about company
Tags: Capsule Arawnn Ragnarok

[Capsule]

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Don't Move

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Noh.

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Arawnn, Nisha & Ragnarok

This was mistake. All of this vigorous sweeping was a mistake, and so was filching that drink from the greedy and uppity Brewer. Now she was forced into indentured servitude, and her lungs and eyes were filling up with dust. Capsule's eyes wanted to shed some tears of frustration, but found themselves being drowned in particles of dust. Opening her mouth was a bad idea, but how could she not? With her nostrils clogged up, she needed to find another way to breathe. 'Too much sweeping.' Why hadn't she been gentler?!

Capsule was close to throwing herself into the slightly less dusty corridor for a breather when her ears picked up the sounds of footsteps. The first set was barely audible, and would have been missed entirely if it were not for the creaking floorboards. The second set was clear and a bit heavy, though the boy she saw when her clouded vision cleared could not have been much heavier than her. This building sucked. What if one of them fell through rotting floorboards? 'Good thing at least one of us is a Pharmacist, then.'

As the dust settled and her vision was restored, a third set of footsteps was added into the mix. These belonged to a 'Fluffy!' fox-tail in a maid's uniform. 'Niedlich~.' The little cat person wrestling with some spider webs was also cute. Capsule wanted to pet both of them, though restrained herself from doing so. The werecat wasn't a common housecat, and the last time she grabbed a fox-tail's tail, things got more than a little awkward. Still, she found it hard not to watch Nisha's tail as the girl began issuing orders to better manage their group.

So the "hard stuff" was left in the hands (or paws, in Arawnn's case) of the males. Capsule was fine with this, though she had to wonder if the tiny werecat could manage with his end of the work. Capsule knew how difficult life could be when you were short; she was only 5'2 outside of the game, after all. She considered volunteering herself to switch with the werecat, but decided against it in the end. Some guys saw help from a girl as a blow to their pride - or at least her brothers did.

She gave Nisha a salute and tapped the "Accept" button when the friend request came through. Normally she would have been hesitant to accept such a request, but it was only temporary. After that, followed after Nisha, who had replaced her broom with a feather duster. Capsule held onto her own broom, under the assumption that Nisha would do the dusting while she swept...or not. The broom was tossed aside to free up both of her hands. Nisha was attempting to pick up and drag a rather large and heavy looking mattress out the window. It was possible to do alone, but would be difficult and take longer. "Here," she said, seizing one end of the mattress and hoisting it into the air.

This was heavy. This was really heavy. If she wasn't worried that the very floor beneath would give away, Capsule would summon her tamed Golem Sentinel and command him to do all the heavy lifting for them. But no; she had to rely on what little strength she had, which wasn't much. With their combined efforts, however, the mattress was successfully chucked out onto the street below, where it spewed up a thick plume of dust.

Capsule took a moment to wipe at her face with the back of her hand, and then retrieved her broom to tackle the thick layer of dust and dirt left under the bed. She took care to not cause a giant dust storm this time, and managed to get most of the junk out into the center of the floor before something large and black darted out of the room. "Uh. Uuuuuh." Was that a rat? What other horrors awaited them in this house?

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[Arawnn]

Arawnn was too busy to notice a Human wander into the building, but wasn’t too busy to hear his comment about the water. “I’ll take a look at it later. See if I can fix the plumbing.” This building had to still be getting water, so he just needed to maybe unclog it or something. He captured a rather huge web on his broom and with a single swat of the broom, sent the entire bundle into the trash can. It was then, that the Foxtail in the room spoke up.

Her name was Nisha, and she took the liberty to introduce herself. He nodded as he listened to everything she said; it was obvious that Nisha knew a decent bit about cleaning. Once the Foxtail had finished explaining to the other cleaners, a window popped up in front of Arawnn’s face. It was a friend request window, and he clicked it with a smile. He spun his broom slightly as he placed it back into the closet with the rest of the brooms, before turning around and speaking aloud. “My name is Arawnn, but you may call me Leif, if you desire.” He bowed after his introduction, and before he ended his bow he continued. “Allow me to fetch the water from the well. I will be back before you know it.” With the ending of the bow, he walked out of the building without making so much as a creaking sound in the floorboards. A benefit to being small was that he hardly made sound when he walked; which he would have loved in the real world.

After leaving the decrepit house, he noticed the huge cross-dressing Werecat still standing guard at the door. “You needn’t be standing here, I doubt she will try to escape.” This being the first time the large Werecat had seen him, he looked rather shocked at the size of Arawnn, before glaring at him and motioning him to move along. Arawnn shrugged, and grabbed one of the buckets that were being left next to each house that needed refurbishing. Apparantly the building he ended up at was not the only one without water. Carrying the bucket, he started his trek towards the well, gaining speed as he traveled before ending into a full run. He learned in the real world that starting slow and ending fast saved more stamina than just starting full speed when running, and he was quite fast for a man of his height. He took the rope from the center of the well and tied it around the bucket’s handle before placing into the center of the well.

This is where things got awfully awkward. Arawnn wandered to the other side of the well, where the crank was to lift and lower the bucket. The bottom part of it stood exactly 4 feet off of the ground. “Well, looks like I will be regretting my choice of height faster than originally anticipated.” He sighed, before turning the crank as far as he could. It turned far enough where the handle was forty-five degrees before it reached the top most part of the wheel. Arawnn smiled as an idea popped into his head, and he jumped to push it the rest of the way to get it past the top most point, then held on and used his weight to pull it the rest of the way down. The moment his feet hit the ground he turned it, then jumped to repeat the process. If one looked from afar, it was quite a silly sight. It was only a matter of time before he heard the tell-tale sploosh as the bucket landed in the water. “Now to get it back up.”

His tactic slowed down as he tried to get the bucket back up; after all, the bucket did weigh about half as much as he did now. The small werecat struggled to get the bucket back up, and eventually succeeded. Pulling the bucket over to the side, he untied the rope and retrieved his hard-earned prize; a bucket full of water. He needed to use two hands to carry the filled bucket that was literally a quarter of his size as he rapidly walked back to where he was cleaning before. As he walked back into the building, his foot steps could now be heard since he wasn’t trying to be quiet, and instead was trying to be swift. He planted the bucket into the center of the first room that needed to be mopped, and yoinked one of the mops from the supply closet. It was about time for him to get to work.

OOC: Arawnn's Voice is the voice of the Baron. Just to help people actually hear his tone.
How to pronounce Arawnn: [ahr-oun]
How to pronounce Leif: [leef]

TAGS:
Nisha
Capsule
Ragnarok

Words: 777

[Ragnarok]

A friend request for the quest. Communication at its finest.

    Dust. Everywhere was covered with dust. The cupboards, the corners, the side of the kitchens, everywhere. Ragnarok ended up pulling up the neck portion of his butler outfit up to his nose and mouth, covering whatever dust he could stop from entering his nostrils and mouth. In the end, he couldn't stop every particle, and some sneezes came from the kitchen and called out to other parts of the building. To him, working in this kind of condition was hell, and he would've chosen anything better than this, but it was for the sake of the community and society of Elder Tale. By the end though, he felt that his optimistic nature would be crushed.

    Moments after his cleaning of a few cupboards in the kitchen from the evil dust that lied within, a voice called all the maids and butlers in the house to her place. Without any wait, Ragnarok deposited his dust away into the closest trash bin and headed towards the origin of the calling to find his other three workers: Nisha, Capsule, and Arawnn. Apparently Nisha was the one calling the organization of the cleaning here, and maybe with some coordination, the four would be finished with this house in no time. Well, hopefully. In reality it was going to take forever for all of them to finish a house like this, but if he could at least make the experience enjoyable, Ragnarok would be willing to take any chance he could get.

    "...For that, someone else has to go and carry out the furniture and maybe even clean it up while it is outside so it comes back in clean..."

    "Well, it looks like I have my job set."

    After Nisha's speech was finished, a friend request popped up on his interface from her. The friending of the group was done for the sole reason that the Telepathy feature of the Friends List would make communication amongst the group plenty easier. Ragnarok hit the Accept button on the flashing request, and from that moment on, until whenever, Nisha and Ragnarok were officially friends. It didn't really mean much to him in the situation he was placed in, but it was something. Soon enough, the group started dispersing towards their own jobs, as Ragnarok was the last one to move. Nisha and Capsule had already gone off to start their cleaning schedule, and Arawnn had volunteered to obtain the water for the group. That left Ragnarok the duty of taking out the furniture. So, his task begun with him scouring the house left and right, taking whatever furniture he could take out of the house; albeit, the task was more painful than he expected it to be when it came to tables. Eventually though, he was able to get them all out of the house, ready and waiting for washing, although maybe it was a little later than usual as even Arawnn had finished his task of obtaining the water.

"My back...When will this pain end...?"

WC: 510
Tag(s): Nisha , Capsule , Arawnn

[Nisha]

"Thanks Capsule." Nisha said with a smile toward capsule who was helping her and looked quite cute in these clothes, actually, now that Nisha thought about it, a maid uniform on a red haired girl looked quite good, which made Nisha wonder if she looked weird in her clothes. They were quite nice to look at, but Nisha had not seen herself in these yet, she did usually not really care for mirrors and had not looked into one for a long time, but right now she felt as if she had to see herself in one. Hell, she did not even know if it looked totally weird or stupid on her, with her tail sticking out of the back and the fox ears on top of her head twitching in rhythm of her straining to get the mattress on the window sill... Well, there it went, Nisha thought with a weird nervous smile on her lips as the mattress went out of the window and on to the street. Her ears had stopped twitching, her tail had gone limp and two more had suddenly appeared since Nisha had just given up there for a second. She looked down at the mattress in the street down below and wondered how they would ever get it back up into the room. Nisha had planned to get some stick or something else and hit it until the dust stopped flowing and then heave it back into the bed, but now... Nisha snapped a little on the inside and decided to not care anymore, no, she was not mad at capsule, but rather at herself for not making herself clear, if anyone Nisha was to blame and if she had to, Nisha would move the mattress back up here alone, in pieces if she had to.

With a weird robotic style of movement, she went over to the next childrens room, kicking what seemed to be a huge rat out of her way uncaring and flopped the next mattress out of the window as well. She regained some sort of self composure as she was just about to throw out the end table that had been standing at the side of the bed and put it down carefully, her tails flicking around and whirling up dust all around her. Calming down a little, she found that using her tails was a very economic way if only because moving them got her to train them too and learning some more coordination with these little buggers was never bad. Opening up a telepathic channel to everyone, she asked: "Is everyone alright? Someone need help with anything don´t be shy to say so, also I think we have got rats on the third floor, just as a little warning and precaution." Again she heard the sound of scurrying on the floor above her quite clearly as she used her tail to wipe over the wardrobe, while another was strainig to move a lamp back to it´s place on the end table and another was getting the dust from below the desk she was standing in front of. Her hands in the meantime were busy with browsing through the book she had found on the desk, all but sitting down on the chair, she wondered if arawnn had been able to get water already, or if maybe pen had been able to repair the water even and if they could start washing stuff or if she should go and help out there with cleaning the furniture a little, maybe capsule needed a hand with her room. Nisha looked into the room she stood in and put the book back to where it had been before and brushed over her tails wondering if it would be better to first clean up the inside of the wardrobe or take care of the dusty and spiderey ceiling, wondering if the other rooms had the same amount of tiny spiders up there.

Words: 661
Mood: Calming down
Music: Music to soothe
Tags: Capsule Arawnn Ragnarok

[Capsule]

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[Touhou] House set of Subterranean Animism ~ Chireiden Set

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Arawnn, Nisha & Ragnarok

Capsule paused long enough in her cleaning to shoot Nisha a dubious look. After the mattress had went out the window, Nisha seemed… crestfallen? The limping of one tail, the addition of two, and the prolonged stare out the window hinted at it enough. That mattress was heavy just dragging across the room. Bringing it back upstairs would suck. 'If we even bother with it.' To be fair, though, that mattress was beyond filthy, and likely ridden with bed bugs and other pests. Hell, there were even rats living under it. It could use some airing out and a sound beating (which shouldn't be done indoors). She gave Nisha what she hoped was a reassuring smile, and said "Don't worry; it'll be fine" Perhaps if she did a good job of cleaning up this house, she could persuade the buff werecat maid outside to help haul the mattress back up here. Maybe.

For now, she focused on cleaning, and moved on to a vacant room. Together, she and Nisha could clean a room twice as fast as one person, but apart they could cover more ground. Capsule blinked as she stepped into what appeared to be the master bedroom. It was rather large, and contained a canopy bed with tattered curtains and a wardrobe built into the wall. The rest of the furniture was missing - probably carried off by Ragnarok or stolen by looters.

Wrinkling her nose at the amount of filth in the room, Capsule decided to summon her tamed Frenmic Rabbit, Fiver. Her golem was too big and heavy to fit comfortably in the room, but Fiver was small and agile. He could also fit into places she couldn't and help collect spider webs or dust. "I'm going to move this mattress, and I want you to flush out anything that might be under it, all right?" Fiver bobbed his head and sat up on his haunches to giver her a quick salute. He then positioned himself by the bed while she struggled to pull the mattress free.

Hahaha. More rats. There were three this time, and they were eying Fiver like a Christmas ham. They were also only level ones, while Fiver had three whole levels on them. She set the mattress up on its side, taking a moment to not only rest but observe as Fiver booped the rats on their little heads with his front paws. One tried to rush the rabbit, and was sent flying by a powerful kick from Fiver's hind legs. "Good boy," Capsule said before completing her task of chucking the mattress out the open window.

With that done, she retrieved her broom and swatted at the rats milling about the room. With Fiver coming at them from the other end, Capsule was able to seize each of them by the tail and toss them out the window, first casting Nightmare Sphere so that their landing on the mattress below would not be too rough. No one wanted to skip down the street and accidentally step on a smashed and bloody rat. She and Fiver exchanged high fives (Fiver had to jump a bit to touch her palm), and then she set him to work on helping clean the room.

Fiver took to the nooks and crannies, while Capsule dusted and cleared the wardrobe. It came equipped with many articles of clothing, none of which she felt were safe to wear. She also found a few neglected books and an old ball left by a small child. Fiver, on the other hand, came back with a woman's brooch clenched between his teeth. Was there jewelry hidden somewhere in this room? Before she could investigate further, though, a call from Nisha alerted her. "I'm all good on my end, but thank you. I am finding some cool trinkets, though. Do you think we'd be able to keep some of this junk?" How did that phrase go, exactly? "Finders keepers, losers weepers." Besides, it's not like this building was currently inhabited. If people left things behind, they either did not want them or could not afford the room to do so.

Capsule lifted her broom to the ceiling, and twirled it around to catch the spider webs that Fiver could not reach. The room was as close to "clean" as it could get while still being unswept, which she did only once Fiver was out of the room and roaming the hall. She sent a brief message to Nisha to warn her that the rabbit was hers and not a stray, and then swept the dust and grime out of the room into a pile outside the door. That was… what? Three rooms done? What interested Capsule the most was the study, which was bound to have a few good things (chiefly books) lying around.

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[Arawnn]

Arawnn walked into the kitchen and grabbed what looked like a bar of soap, broke off a decent chunk off of it, then walked back into the main room and dropped it into the bucket of water. The floor was rather grimy, and it needed as much soap as possible to help remove whatever was there. He used the mop to move the bar of soap around that dissolved faster than he expected, which he expected was probably due to the low quality of the soap they were given. Oh well, faster it dissolved, the faster he could get to work. Using the mop to churn the water as the soap was dissolving, he heard a rather audible thud from outside. The thud was completely unexpected, causing Arawnn to thrust the mop into the water much faster than he had wanted to, causing it to splash all over the floor. “Well, saves me some time.” He wandered over to the door to see what the sound was, and there it was; a large mattress that looked utterly trashed laid near the house. The were-cat shook his head, and went back inside to finish mopping, however he couldn’t help but notice a certain Ragnarok walking in and out, moving furniture, alone.

The butler shrugged, dunking the mop-end of the... mop into the bucket of now soap-water, and then splashed the floor that already had some water on it, then started mopping the floor. It was only now that Arawnn noticed that he had no idea how to describe mopping the floor. As the were-cat mopped the floor, he started humming, occasionally spinning to hit places he had missed behind him, yet always keeping to the beat of his hum. Soon, a voice popped into his head; it was the fox-tail, Nisha. She mentioned that she was done with her allotted work, and was asking if anyone else needed any help. Arawnn glanced back at Ragnarok before responding.

“It took me longer than I expected to retrieve the water, so I actually just started on my job. However it looks like our tall friend could use some assistance. Wait, I mean blonde friend; the one moving the furniture, Ragnarok I think his name was.” At first he refered to the other man as tall due to how much taller he was than Arawnn. Thankfully he had corrected himself as he spoke since everyone else in the building were much taller than him, and calling any of them ‘our tall friend’ would cause some confusion. “Don’t bother worrying about me, I’ll soon be done. I wouldn’t mind if you could find me a brush to scrub the floor after mopping, and maybe some towels to dry it after.” Arawnn knew the proper way to make floors almost literally shine. A simple heavy mopping, followed by rough scrubbing with a horsehair brush, and then wiped dry with towels of any type. He trusted his fellow cleaners, as it was the only thing he really could do. If it came down to it, he could simply ask the tall burly man outside where he could find some, but that was only a last resort. However it turned out, he figured it would find a way to work, and went back to mopping. It wouldn’t be long before he had the entire main-room completely coated with soapy water, if left to sit it would cause trouble for the wooden floors.

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[Ragnarok]

Someone...kill me now...Ahhh!!!

    It was practically a living hell as Ragnarok moved back and forth between the house and outside, placing any at all furniture he could find on the ground level of the house. One by one, he dropped a piece. Step by step, he journeyed back and forth, carrying none, and when he went forth, carrying one or some. It was heavy duty, as he had to constantly perform repetition by repetition, but what was even worse was that he ended up carrying some couches, some chairs, some tables, et cetera, et cetera, he didn't care what he carried. He just wanted the job over with it as his back and legs and arms were basically just waiting to explode at the seams on each movement. He dropped himself at one of the couches at one point, sighing and panting as the telepathy call had suddenly come into him from Nisha.

    "Is everyone alright?"

    "I don't necessarily need help...It's just really tiring...I'll get done moving the furniture out, don't worry..."

    In the reality behind his reply to Nisha, he really wouldn't have minded any extra help, but he just needed to work harder, pushing himself until any at all furniture was finished and moved. The bright side of his situation was that he didn't necessarily have to move all the furniture up on the floors above him, or at least that's what he hoped. He'd give a call anyways by the time he was finished with his last expedition. Only then, after all the furniture was out, plus the incoming debris of mattresses, would he start washing them down. Another sigh set him out on his duty, traveling inside the house as he picked up a few more chairs, taking them outside as he watched the lively Arawnn dance his heart out in the cleaning. It practically brought a smile to his face, but he continued on the way, knowing that even though he wasn't getting the best out of the two deals, at least Arawnn was having fun in his duty; well, Ragnarok had to stand up for others and brace through the hardships. It was just a virtue he held inside of him, seeing it as just another common daily thing, despite all of the pain he felt in his legs. One, two, three, four, and five. The chairs came down with an nice stamp as he slumped on one of the mattresses, looking up to the sky. Two of his fingers went to his ear as he panted, calling up Nisha through Telepathy.

    "Hey. I'm practically done with the furniture-moving on the ground level...Do you need me to move anything on the second and third floors right now? If not, then I'm going to start on washing them along with the mattresses that you two keep throwing out."

    He waited for a response from her as he panted heavily, resting with whatever time he had. There was still so much work that all of them had to do, and it really was going to be one of the longest days ever for him. Yet, it was better than going to school and learning, right? But there, he had his friends who he was able to have great conversations with each passing day. His friends still remained in his mind, but any hope of finding them were cast away; Ragnarok had to live in the present and the present called to him, saying that it was ready for Ragnarok to start working for the betterment of the community and society of Londenium. As a man of his stature, he couldn't deny the order, ready to continue on, even though his body felt like it was going to burst open.

WC: 623
Tag(s): Nisha , Capsule , Arawnn

[Nisha]

It was good that people could not see or hear her right now, sure, her telepathic channel was open, but that did not mean that everything was broadcasted, like Nisha surrounded by dead spiders the size of her hand and hissing and growling at another one right in front of her on the bed. It had to be a weird show that was for sure for anyone that would see it, maybe even a spectacle, even though everyone had to know that it was short lived. The spider in front of her was of the animal variety and not a monster in the sense of the word. But Nisha had no qualms to make cleaning a little bit more enjoyable by any means. Hopefully everyone else had some fun too, it would not do if they were all working while Nisha was having some fun, right? "You did well to survive this long, but prepare to be defeated!" Nisha said toward the spider and following the spiders movement of it´s multitude of hairy legs and mandibles, these unblinking staring seven eyes, one had been heavily scared and was closed shut, Nisha said in a lower and darker voice, adding dramatic breathing to it, as if the battle had raged on for not five minutes, it had taken Nisha to take out the rest of the spiders, but at least several hours and some armies defeat: "Hahaha, no, it will be you who will be defeated fiend, look at what you did to my family and children, I..." Nisha thought for a moment and noticed that she did not know all too many spider names that sounded all that good for a last boss kind of... tiny spider. Ittsy-bittsy sounded stupid, aragog had been used too often, she could not use the ones she could not spell, like krrrtshhran and what not from the multitude of media she had devoured over the years, some people could even say taht it was weird for her to like books with spiders and that she had no problem with touching and holding spiders that were kept as pets. Not that she had wanted a spider as a pet, they were too damn needy and did not make for very funny pets at that, and... ah, frig it, she would just do whatever came to mind. "...I Sebastian will vanquish you oh three tailed beast and return victorious knowing I avenged my brethren." Nisha shrugged a little at what she herself had said and added in her normal voice: "So be it, I hope you are prepared!"

And with that, she pounced on the spider with all she had, but dangit this one was crafty, jumping right into Nisha´s face, she felt the weirdly soft fluff of the spider and closed her eyes just in time for them to be closed shut with sticky web. It was a bold move, but about the only one the spider had left if not running away, but a huge spider like that was hard to miss and hiding was difficult once you reached a certain height, it would most likely not even fit under the door or other crevasse in the room, so the only thing left for it had been a frontal counter, the only thing it had most likely not thought about was what to do after, since it did not move. If it had had poison, Nisha would most likely have lost, but with only spider webs on her eyes, it did not do all that much. "Argh, no, wait, what, ahhhhhh...." Was all Nisha could say as she stumbled around the room, throwing the spider she had gotten in her hand finally at the wall with all her strength and hearing a loud 'splat' as it hit. Stumbling through a room with huge furniture with chairs and all that around hurt, at least twice she hit her head on something before she got the web off and threw it away. Looking around, she soon found the broken body of Sebastian and wondered why such a tiny spider could do this much damage to her, but that was the arrogance of the bigger and higher leveled, one thing she needed to take refuge off soon again, maybe hang out with some lower levels to see how they behaved and were more cautious or with higher leveled people to relearn humility. Before answering the telepathic calls one after the other, she did a silent prayer for sebastian to go to spider valhalla or wherever spiders went who fought valiantly and brave against foes many times their size and had not backed down: "I don´t see why we could not keep the trinkeeee..." Nisha had just looked out of the window and seen a huge werecat looking up from the shade in front of the house a little bit hidden from the entrance, quickly she changed her course: "...ets after we ask the people in charge if we can keep them, but very good work so far Capsule, best you take them down with you once you are finished and we have a look at what we all found. I think that would be best for us." Nisha smiled toward the observer and got a grumpy nod that made Nisha sigh in relief as she turned back into the room. She had also quickly taken a look at the work Ragnarok was doing and was quite impressed. If he was that good at carrying those he might as well take care of all of them, a diabolical grin overcame her, but she scolded herself for thinking that, since they were all a team. Aside from cleaning up the spiders and wiping over the spot Sebastian had been valiantly done his splat, the room she was in was finished. "I think I saw some towels and stuff, wait a moment, I will get to you in... five minutes is I guess enough for this, and don´t worry arawnn, we can let ragna rest a little after he is done, we can take care of cleaning the first floor and the furniture, he can watch or join in then. Oh and keep the trinkets you find close, once we are done, we are going to ask if we can keep them. Just... don´t just run off with them, I don´t know what would happen to us if we just left with them"

Nisha quickly began to wield the broom she had gotten from down below before starting the fight against the spiders and got them all together and onto the small shovel she had also gotten in anticipation. Careful to not let the shovel slip, she put the broom in front of the door and went down to put the spiders into the trashcan in front of the house and went back in before answering ragnarok: "Awesome... you can take a rest first though, me and arawnn are going to clean the first floor and the furniture, but if you want, you can join in anytime you want or look if Capsule needs some more help." With that out of the way, Nisha tracked down the towels and cleaning supplies that had not been in the cabinet right behind the door inside of the toilet and carried them all over two hands to the outside, putting them down on one of the tables ragnarok had carried outside. Speaking to arawnn and ragnarok if he joined in, Nisha said: "Well these towels are dusty, but they are clean, your choice, furniture or first floor?" Nisha asked and wondered if they should take a break soonish or after they were done with the first floor. Moving all of this back in would definitely take a while as well.

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Mood: Vanquishing!
Music: funky!
Tags: Capsule Arawnn Ragnarok

[Capsule]

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Arawnn, Nisha & Ragnarok

"I suppose you're right," she telepathically said to Nisha. It was rather disappointing to be told to confirm with the people running this show, but she should not have expected it to be so easy. It did not help that Fiver was finding more and more shiny junk for her to hold onto, either. A lot of it was small things the rabbit could move with ease, like jewelry or bottle caps. None of it was actually useful; just a bunch of cosmetic stuff she could sell for a bit of coin. 'Or wear.' There were a few rings she had her eyes on, and would have easy enough to tuck into her pockets with no one being none the wiser, though Nisha did have a point…

Capsule collected the items from Fiver, and stored them in a small box. She would use this to collect whatever interesting items she came across, and allow the others to rifle through it later. Wishing she had a skill that would allow her to levitate items, Capsule tucked the box under one arm, and grabbed her broom with the other. Her next destination was the study, where it became apparent that Ragnarok had not cleared this floor of furniture yet. 'So there really were looters, eh?' That, or the previous owners really did take as much as possible with them.

The study had two large bookshelves, a desk badly in need of repair, and a pile of moldy cushions in the corner. She carefully set her basket down on the desk, and made a beeline for the shelves. Most of the books were gone, and there were a few children toys scattered about. Capsule thumbed through a couple of the books, which may have been used to keep records. Was the previous tenant an accountant? There were some novels, though, and these, along with the records, were placed in the box. They may be of no use to her, but someone might find them intriguing. Fiver claimed an old doll which he refused to give up at first, but it too was tossed into the box.

The rabbit growled softly in agitation as he wove around her ankles. She ignored him to focus on one of the taller bookshelves. It was a good few inches taller than she was, so clearing the items on the top shelf took more care than the others. To make matters difficult, a small book was wedged near the back, in a corner. Capsule stood on the tip of her toes and stretched her arm as far as possible onto the top shelf. The tips of her fingers poked the corner of the book. 'Just a little more…' If only she had an extra inch or two, she could pull it free and get started on dusting.

The shelf her other hand was holding onto for stabilization cracked with a sudden snap, causing her to yelp out in surprise. She stumbled forward and into the shelf, which shuddered before tipping forward. Capsule resisted the urge to flail her arms about as the heavy shelf slumped further and further on her body. Ahahahaha how was she supposed to hold this up? The small book slid free and bonked her on the head when it came down.

Fiver, still weaving around her ankles, got himself tangled up. The rabbit shrieked when Capsule accidentally treaded on its paw, and clawed and bit at her leg. "Fiver, go away," she hissed between her teeth as she struggled to keep the bookshelf from collapsing on top of her. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. "Uh, little help up here would be nice." Unless someone had sensitive hearing, they would hear that low plead for help, and making loud noises was something her parents had discouraged at an early age. The false threat of being scolded was preferable to being crushed under a bookshelf, though. "Uh, help!" That was better; it even came with a high pitched tone.

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[Ragnarok]

Going up one level. Amazing...

    Never quit on the job. Always continue to work your hardest until the very end. That's what most people would say when they're willing to do community work such as this. Ragnarok was most people, but after all that work, he felt like he was going to go through more hell every passing moment. He was at least able to get a break for a few moments, having taken a minute of rest after the ground-level's furniture was finished and another minute after Nisha had given him his new directions: help out Nisha and Arawnn on cleaning the first floor as well as the furniture, or help out/(look for) Capsule on whatever she needs done. So really, the choices were to continue on what he was going to do already, or go do more stuff on something else. For Ragnarok, the choice was simple and easy to go to. He stood up from the couch he was resting on, wiping any sweat that had accumulated on his face as the rest of his body felt like it was just going to burn up from all of the material; nonetheless, a job needed to be done. From the transition job, to the cleaner/dumper job.

    "Alright. I'm going to go see if Capsule needs any help. Hope you two can handle the job down here, so, good luck!"

    Those were his words to the butler and maid as he calmly went up the stairs with a tired, but joyful expression on his face. He had to be optimistic about the situation or else, pessimism would be the only thing that would run their working conditions, well, at least his. Ragnarok quickly loosened his collar and shirt of his butler's uniform, giving him more space to breath. He sighed at the situation, every step bringing him closer to the next floor. They had done a better job cleaning up the floor(s) above, than Arawnn and he had done on the first floor. Maybe it was proof that women were better housekeepers than men, but then that statement would prove to be sexist. Ragnarok simply chuckled to himself as he reached the floor he assumed Capsule was on, wandering the halls to find out where she was; subsequently, he ended up calling her name as he wondered around, wondering if she was really there.

    "Capsule! Capsule, you there! Call out if you need any help! Capsule!"

    A periodic rhythm of the word "Capsule" over and over. It seemed annoying after about the first ten calls; to Ragnarok, the situation was similar to a game of hide-and-seek or haunted mansion or something like that. Capsule was to hide away, waiting for Ragnarok to come and find her while he called out that he was going to get her. The idea of comparing that scenario to the one at hand was truly idiotic and childish. He didn't even know why he thought of it other than his reason of boredom. He continued to scour the halls, wondering when he would eventually hear Capsule reply to his calls. With a surprise and on a sudden notice, he finally heard one call, surprisingly on a high note this time and in the form of a cry for help. It came from a few rooms behind him, rooms that he didn't even check, because he hoped that she would reply to his calls on a quick notice, not even caring to look in the rooms. Ragnarok rushed there with a quick note in his step, wondering what she could need, and with a sudden surprise, he found the maid struggling with a bookcase about to fall on her. Ragnarok, without another second to waste as he had wasted about a minute to get to her, drew his feet to her, placing his own weight on the bookcase to support her.

    "Alright! We got it!"

        With a sudden push from the two, the bookshelf went back to standing as normally as it could, albeit, with a broken shelf. He took his glove off of his hand, placing his hand over his face for a calm relief of the situation. At least they made it out of the situation with a still workable bookshelf, just one had to break the broken bits of the broken shelf out. Ragnarok looked over at Capsule with a light expression, showing a small smile. She was taller than him, and considering how big the shelf was, he wondered what she was trying to do that gave her a problem. At least, in the end, the two were able to fix the problem she started, and they could get to working again.

    "Well, now that that's over with. Do you need anymore help with this floor? I mean, I still have to take down the furniture and everything, but need any help cleaning or something like that?"

WC: 816
Tag(s): Nisha, Capsule, @Arawnn

[Nisha]

And suddenly arawnn was gone. Well, it was not really suddenly as he had politely told Nisha that he had to run and do something else important and that meant leaving right now. Nisha had sighed and had waved as he left, hoping he had sent a message to the party member who had gone to clean up inside while Nisha was now standing in front of a huge pile and row of furniture that looked not only dirty partly but some of it also very old and broken at places, but all in all, it seemed to be very sturdy furniture and if anything it could most likely keep up with the abuse it had already gotten even if a new family would get into this house, they would have to buy new stuff anyway, since most of it did not feel correct anymore. Picking up the sponge and the bucket with water, she put it close to the start of the furniture line and took a short inventory wondering how long she would have to clean all this for it to be clean. And feeling the weird stares from that observer in her neck was gonna add to her level of annoyance quite fine, so she could focus more on the task at hand and get done with it sooner rather than later. Also, since she was now all alone out here and had no one to talk to, not even a big spider to battle, but just cleaning to do, she let her thoughts wander as she went to polish and clean the furniture, not in that peculiar order, but so that it would definitely be clean. While cleaning she also found several items in hidden compartments as well as normal shelves, tucked in the back, small trinkets from the former occupants and other things that looked like souvenirs, but so far no picture. That was actually what Nisha had looked for before, there was absolutely no pictures or anything else to discern who this family was beyond the number of people and their tastes in hobbies and work. It was making Nisha feel uneasy about whose house they were cleaning and what had been the reason why they had to leave. Thinking such, the little blemish on the wood of the table looked like blood suddenly and not wine as before, a little rip in the wood suddenly looked like a knife had been pulled through it.

Shaking her head, these thoughts vanished as she suddenly heard a help call from Capsule. Worried she looked up the facade of the house and wondered what was going on, but ragnarok had gone up to help, so it should be okay, right? Fidgeting, while wating for another message, she already walked closer to the door leading inside, but since no more distress signals were send, she took it as a sign that everything was okay up there. But better ask: "Hey, everything alright now? That got me surprised, anyone hurt? Should I call for a medic or whatever is the equivalent here?" Nisha asked via telepathy and went over to the last few pieces of furniture, the water in the bucket had slowly grown darker and darker and finally reached a point of no return just in time for her to finish with the first floors furniture. Wiping away some digital sweat from her brow, she looked over to the well adn began to carry the bucket over, refilling it after letting the dirty water flow down the medieval looking channel at the side of the street. Taking a gander at the mattresses, they had kicked out of the house before, Nisha sighed and decided to let them be for now, they could care for those details later on, once they were done with everything else, after all that was little more than fluff. She finished the refilling and began carrying the bucket with clean and sparkly water, it really looked like one of those old timey advertisements now, those with the wife who carries whatever and sparkles from dutiful work, while everything looks clean around her. Sighing just from thinking she may look like that, she entered teh house again and wondered where to start with the floor scrubbing, since starting at the entrance would just mean everyone would run over it over and over again, and that thought did not went over well in Nisha´s head. Best to start further in. "How are you two doing? Just finished the furniture and starting on the scrubbing of the first floor. So... now would be a good time to look under your shoes and decide if they are too dirty." Nisha said over the telepathy channel and added a small chuckle at the end, since she sounded like her own mother now. Which was funny and terrifying at the same time. Nisha was wearing the maid outfit shoes, so they were sparkly clean and she did not have to worry about it.

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Tags: Capsule Ragnarok
Weapon: Nishan(Scar)
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake)

[Capsule]

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This was it. This was how Capsule was going to experience her first death - not heroically in battle, or even by doing something stupid like aggroing a large group of level forty six Brier Weasels. No. The one to do her in would not be a living creature, but a tall shelf made of wood. This was a sad and pathetic way to go. "Oh, you've died once? How? Was it in a boss fight or a dungeon raid?" "No, a heavy shelf fell on me while I was cleaning, ehehehehe~." She would never live that one down.

Capsule was close to just giving in and allowing herself to be crushed to death. Despite her high level, she did not have the strength to deal with the shelf. Why the hell would she point points in strength?! She was a freaking support class. Why - 'Uh, my arms…' Goodbye, sweet world. She hoped that her fall into the Cathedral would be a soft one - wait, what was happening? The discomfort in her arms had eased up, and the shelf was no longer bearing down upon her. Fiver was much too small to help her, so it must be one of her cleaning buddies.

Without pausing to check her rescuer's identity, Capsule helped shove the bookshelf back against the wall. Frankly, it felt like the other person their share and a bit of hers, but the end result went in their favor. "Thank you," she said as she turned to face her fellow bookshelf handler. Why, it was young Ragnarok! (Okay, he's not that young) "I'm… I'm done with moving things for now." She was not too eager to jump right back into the saddle, and would be happier just tidying things up for now. "I think we're done with this floor, actually, so…" Was it time to start… cleaning the furniture? She was entirely unsure now. Luckily, Nisha called to break the silence.

"No no, no need for a medic. I'm fine," she messaged back. She almost said something about being able to tend to her own wounds, but she couldn't do much when she was badly injured, could she? It's not like she could expect Nisha to know her crafting class or skills, either. "I'll just… pick up odds and ends until this floor is ready to be mopped." She would not be able to fill a bucket with water without going downstairs, and did not want to dirty the floors down there while Nisha was cleaning. Not to mention that it would be awkward to mop herself into a corner.

She gave Ragnarok a light nod before relocating her box of goodies, and gently nudged Fiver with the toe of her boot. "Come on, Fiver. You know what to do." Oh, there was a bathroom up here, wasn't there? She could see if that needed to be cleaned out - holy Jesus Christ. She had moved out into the hall in search of the room, and stopped in front of the only door she had yet to open. Once she opened it - ahahahaha - a small crowd of rats came flying out. Capsule wanted to cry, but held it back. Fiver jumped forward to protect her ankles, while she swatted at the troublesome critters with her broom. She had to wonder if this house was abandoned because of the infestation of rats.

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[Ragnarok]

Divekicking always works. Even on rats...Maybe too effectively.

    The situation was finally fixed: placing the bookshelf back in its place. Well, it was more of an altercation than their actual situation in the end. Still, one problem was out of the way and the group of cleaners would be able to press on to other objectives of their cleaning duties, but for now, small introductions and thank you's were enough to him from her. Capsule was taller than him by only a few inches/centimeters. Her own figure was strange to him, being considerably similar to that of a male. If it wasn't for her speaking first, then he'd have spoken to her to her on terms of guy-to-guy. Maybe she was that girl who was apart of that incident outside of the building, but he decided against finding out, knowing that he'd get in more than enough trouble from his experiences in the King's Game. The memories were still disgusting, and also enjoyable, seeing everyone how they were, but the reminiscing wasn't helpful to the current situation, considering how silent it had become after her own report on the situation. Ragnarok simply took a casual pose, wondering what to say as his hand went to the back of his head. He ended up speaking a few words, hoping to make it any more comfortable for the both of them.

    "Well...If we're done, then I guess we better start cleaning the furniture or in the very least, move anything outside, so Nisha can start to cleaning them. Arawnn's left to go do something, so we can join her to help alleviate part of the trouble if you'd like." 

    Despite his attempt to revive the conversation and get things straight, the awkwardness of talking still alluded to the both of them. In the very least, they knew what they wanted to do, or at least he knew what he wanted to do. Capsule seemed like she had a slight confused tone in her voice, not knowing exactly what to do. It was either finish up on any furniture that still needed cleaning, or start up on cleaning the floor that was set here. Either choice was theirs, but luckily a sudden message came in from Nisha, causing them both to listen in.

    The message itself didn't contain much to say other than that she finished cleaning all the furniture that was set out on the first floor. Ragnarok was surprised at this feat, not necessarily knowing that it was possible in such a short amount of time, but just like before, he decided not question it, only this time on the basis of not wanting to waste time figuring it out. Capsule gave her own response to Nisha, noting that everything was okay and she'd end up fixing whatever was left on the floor they were on. It was something that was acceptable and agreeable to, and as for Ragnarok, he decided that he'd end up helping Nisha instead, wanting to work his way up, instead of back down and then back up and back down and etc.

    "I'll join you on the first floor. I'm pretty sure Capsule will be able to clean up whatever mess that's still on this floor."

    A simple response and that was that of their conversation for as much as he cared to listen in. Everyone had their own tasks and Capsule's first act of their newly assigned(-self) tasks, was to head out the door, and maybe find whatever room to prepare for cleaning. That was his assumption on the job as the two of them made their way out and their own separate ways; however, the two were not to be separated yet as she had opened a can of worms, or rephrased: a can of rats. The door that she had opened, possibly a room she hadn't checked, contained a group of rats, swarming outside of it and around her arbitrarily. Her Frenmic Rabbit, Fiver is what she called it, tried to protect her ankles while she slapping them with her broom. Seeing this situation occur was more than enough to call him towards her, wondering how he would end up dealing with the situation. A simple sigh denoted his tone towards them as his feet brought her closer and closer to her.

"Ugh...I hate rats..."

    There was always a simple distinction between the real world and the world inside of the game that could easily determine how things acted: blood lost. In the real world, practically almost every living object would drop blood, and in this case, that would be applied to rats. In the world inside of the game, based on the PEGI rating, blood would be one of the categories, falling under violence most of the time. In Log Horizon, so far, all Ragnarok had to go off of blood was the few cuts that he had taken himself, which easily healed, and the blood that drew from the monsters they fought, but that never really spread anywhere. The least he could assume based on what he had done so far was that rats did not drop blood, but instead died like monsters. Hopefully this was true, or else, Nisha was going to be true about their shoes being dirty, or at the very least, his.

    He made his way towards the rats, noticing the number quickly as he possibly did one of the dumbest things that Oswald Lowell would ever do in real life: he literally jumped and divekicked whatever rat that was closest, hoping to not hit Capsule or Fiver in the process. Lo and behold, a giant splat came and beneath his shoe lied a shaking and quivering rat with a pool of blood gathering around him. Ragnarok was more than ready to hurl, but he tried holding it in; his eyes widening in the situation as he turned to look at Capsule with an innocent, "It wasn't me." look, only to still have his widened eyes as a result.

    "I guess that's my fault then...Sorry?"

WC: 1008
Tag(s): Nisha, Capsule