Apr 29, 2022 8:19:42 GMT -5
Post by Anastasia on Apr 29, 2022 8:19:42 GMT -5
Power Level: 44,658
Weighted Power Level: 11,164
This is a new job for me. Anastasia thought to herself as she stood out the door with her arms crossed. Behind her was a large board room filled with various Earth Defense Agency officials discussing important matters such as taxes, personnel acquisitions, weapons trafficking, and all the rest of the logistics that came with running such a large program. Anastasia had nothing to do with all that bureaucracy, thank kami. No, she had picked up free lance work as a body guard for one of the minor officials, Mr. John Malone.
Malone was a panda animal-kin who was every bit as round and fat as his non-sentient cousins. He chewed on a small bamboo stick as a nervous habit, chomping on it like a human would a cigar. He had managed to get elected as a government official on his charisma and cute image. Malone was the government representative in the meeting today. He was a small fry compared to some of the people present in the board meeting, but what he did have was a lot of paranoia. Word was going around that people were getting killed. At first it seemed like a series of unfortunate events. Accidents, illness, robberies. But after a pattern was found, all of them being either a part of the Universe Syndicate of Defense or the Earth Defense Agency, well that's when people started paying attention. Malone had been on of the first to claim they were assassinations, but due to being a know paranoid, no one had given him any mind. So, Malone had taken it upon himself to hired body guards out of pocket. Thus... Anastasia.
Anastasia hadn't really done much bodyguarding work before. Finding work in the pits, or street fights had been easier and less paperwork. But as her power grew, she found less and less fighters to take her on. This meant her funds were dwindling rapidly, and she needed to make a career change. Bodyguarding offered the opposite opportunity. The stronger you were, the more valuable. She had gone to a temp agency that then hired her out to John Malone. And so far, Anastasia found the work maddeningly dull. It was a lot of standing around and "looking scary". Which Anastasia only did by standing with her arms crossed and projecting her prodigious aura to anyone who could sense it.
After her third shift working for Malone Anastasia started hoping for something or someone to actually attack so she could have something to do. Unlike some people, Anastasia didn't like being idle. Her partner, a modified android, named Bowing, was the opposite.
"Don't look so gloomy. I told you, this is the cushiest gig you're ever likely to find!" He gave Anastasia a crooked grin that he liked to think was very charming, but didn't phase Anastsia in the least. He was every bit the image of a bodyguard. Ridiculously tall at 6'9", he was built like a linebacker, with the seams of his black suit straining on his frame. This was on purpose. He could easily afford a tailor to make a properly fitted suit. But according to Bowing 'looking big and intimidating' was half the job. He kept his head shaved bald, but wore an immaculately groomed goatee and mustache combinations. He had a jade earring dangling from his left earlobe.
Anastasia glanced at Bowing flatly, letting her expression, or lack there of, to speak for it's self. Bowing wasn't affected, however, he was used to Anastasia by now and just shrugged with a shake of his head. They both went back to silence as they stood on either side of the door waiting for Malone to finish the meeting and then to escort him home. After they escorted him home, Anastasia's shift would end. Bowing was his live in bodyguard and would accompany him for the rest of the day.
In the board room Malone was wiping at his furry brow anxiously with a damp handkerchief. His beady eyes looked around the room nervously every few minutes. When he was called upon to speak he stood up ponderously, and cleared his throat.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe it's time for us to take more drastic measures. Something must be done about these attacks. I propose that we enact a curfew and martial law to limit the movements of the possible criminal elements among us," Malone said.
"Of course East City Police is willing to provide additional resources towards the EDA," the director of operations for the East City police, a human named Anders Grayson, quickly cut Malone off. He had a weaselly little smile and his hands clasped in front of him obsequiously, "But enacting martial law is an extreme act that the people won't stand for. There are no signs of danger outside the deaths of the members of the EDA and USD. To make the general populace on heightened alert for something that seems so minor is too drastic!"
Malone scowled at Grayson in fierce indignation, "Director, I'll remind you to know your place under this government!"
"You know your place, Secretary Malone," a quiet voice said, cutting through the conversation. Governor Adam Wilkins was a serious man that many respected as a leader. He was dark skinned with white hair shorn to stubble, and a bushy silver mustache, "Grayson is right. Those steps are too far at this juncture."
Malone wilted back into his seat, thoroughly cowed by the Governor's slap down.
Word Count: 913
Weighted Power Level: 11,164
This is a new job for me. Anastasia thought to herself as she stood out the door with her arms crossed. Behind her was a large board room filled with various Earth Defense Agency officials discussing important matters such as taxes, personnel acquisitions, weapons trafficking, and all the rest of the logistics that came with running such a large program. Anastasia had nothing to do with all that bureaucracy, thank kami. No, she had picked up free lance work as a body guard for one of the minor officials, Mr. John Malone.
Malone was a panda animal-kin who was every bit as round and fat as his non-sentient cousins. He chewed on a small bamboo stick as a nervous habit, chomping on it like a human would a cigar. He had managed to get elected as a government official on his charisma and cute image. Malone was the government representative in the meeting today. He was a small fry compared to some of the people present in the board meeting, but what he did have was a lot of paranoia. Word was going around that people were getting killed. At first it seemed like a series of unfortunate events. Accidents, illness, robberies. But after a pattern was found, all of them being either a part of the Universe Syndicate of Defense or the Earth Defense Agency, well that's when people started paying attention. Malone had been on of the first to claim they were assassinations, but due to being a know paranoid, no one had given him any mind. So, Malone had taken it upon himself to hired body guards out of pocket. Thus... Anastasia.
Anastasia hadn't really done much bodyguarding work before. Finding work in the pits, or street fights had been easier and less paperwork. But as her power grew, she found less and less fighters to take her on. This meant her funds were dwindling rapidly, and she needed to make a career change. Bodyguarding offered the opposite opportunity. The stronger you were, the more valuable. She had gone to a temp agency that then hired her out to John Malone. And so far, Anastasia found the work maddeningly dull. It was a lot of standing around and "looking scary". Which Anastasia only did by standing with her arms crossed and projecting her prodigious aura to anyone who could sense it.
After her third shift working for Malone Anastasia started hoping for something or someone to actually attack so she could have something to do. Unlike some people, Anastasia didn't like being idle. Her partner, a modified android, named Bowing, was the opposite.
"Don't look so gloomy. I told you, this is the cushiest gig you're ever likely to find!" He gave Anastasia a crooked grin that he liked to think was very charming, but didn't phase Anastsia in the least. He was every bit the image of a bodyguard. Ridiculously tall at 6'9", he was built like a linebacker, with the seams of his black suit straining on his frame. This was on purpose. He could easily afford a tailor to make a properly fitted suit. But according to Bowing 'looking big and intimidating' was half the job. He kept his head shaved bald, but wore an immaculately groomed goatee and mustache combinations. He had a jade earring dangling from his left earlobe.
Anastasia glanced at Bowing flatly, letting her expression, or lack there of, to speak for it's self. Bowing wasn't affected, however, he was used to Anastasia by now and just shrugged with a shake of his head. They both went back to silence as they stood on either side of the door waiting for Malone to finish the meeting and then to escort him home. After they escorted him home, Anastasia's shift would end. Bowing was his live in bodyguard and would accompany him for the rest of the day.
In the board room Malone was wiping at his furry brow anxiously with a damp handkerchief. His beady eyes looked around the room nervously every few minutes. When he was called upon to speak he stood up ponderously, and cleared his throat.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe it's time for us to take more drastic measures. Something must be done about these attacks. I propose that we enact a curfew and martial law to limit the movements of the possible criminal elements among us," Malone said.
"Of course East City Police is willing to provide additional resources towards the EDA," the director of operations for the East City police, a human named Anders Grayson, quickly cut Malone off. He had a weaselly little smile and his hands clasped in front of him obsequiously, "But enacting martial law is an extreme act that the people won't stand for. There are no signs of danger outside the deaths of the members of the EDA and USD. To make the general populace on heightened alert for something that seems so minor is too drastic!"
Malone scowled at Grayson in fierce indignation, "Director, I'll remind you to know your place under this government!"
"You know your place, Secretary Malone," a quiet voice said, cutting through the conversation. Governor Adam Wilkins was a serious man that many respected as a leader. He was dark skinned with white hair shorn to stubble, and a bushy silver mustache, "Grayson is right. Those steps are too far at this juncture."
Malone wilted back into his seat, thoroughly cowed by the Governor's slap down.
Word Count: 913
