Melon (Pyro)Mania [ it should be thankful that the woman who prefers to walk around in armored dress took the suggestion to wear appropriate attire to answer this house call. she thought she might look silly in overalls and flannel but she received a tip that it was "in" and wouldn't scare away the mundane folk.
after failing to properly negotiate a happy medium between the two residents each with their own side to the story, Avenger decided siding with the noisiest party would eliminate the struggle. maybe the other person won't be so careless the next time they plant such a large crop in an unsuitable space where it would interfere with others. plus, there are other neighbors to consider in the complex in the long term, as well as attracting animals coming to claim their share of fruit left out in the open, unprotected.
the whines of the many outweigh the whimper of the few. or something. Avenger wasn't going to make a big deal out of it any longer. she had come to her conclusion now it was time to enact the solution.
passing by the back side of the building, she took note of the overly organized waste disposal system. there were bins for everything, it seemed, including- ]
"Burnable trash", hm? Why take it somewhere else, when I can dispose of it in that manner right here and now.
[ she's rolling up her sleeves and moving toward the ladder. is she... drawing a sword? why is the carrying that in the first place?? please stop her. or don't. but be prepared to run - or call the fire department - if you don't. ]
Nice or Neat; Pick one* (*niceness is currently out of stock, pick another.) [ Avenger was much more capable at fulfilling this request. not having a numbering system or written index was no hindrance, either, for she would be disregarded them both in favor of intuition. it's just a bunch of pictures; most people have two working eyes and half a functioning brain. this should be cake!
there is a nice ring around here where she has started and stopped at various stages of assembling images of items she may have recognized or concepts in favorable colors to hers. it's connecting the borders past a few pieces at a time that seems to be causing her a headache.
Avenger is now pacing around the work area she has claimed for herself, staring down at the pieces with her arms crossed as if staring down the pieces would intimidated them into making more sense. she brings up that same intense gaze up to level with whomever managed to get close enough to her in the process. ]
Who do you believe more responsible for this? The artisans or the bookkeepers?
Avenger [Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)] | Fate/GRAND ORDER | Shinki
[ it should be thankful that the woman who prefers to walk around in armored dress took the suggestion to wear appropriate attire to answer this house call. she thought she might look silly in overalls and flannel but she received a tip that it was "in" and wouldn't scare away the mundane folk.
after failing to properly negotiate a happy medium between the two residents each with their own side to the story, Avenger decided siding with the noisiest party would eliminate the struggle. maybe the other person won't be so careless the next time they plant such a large crop in an unsuitable space where it would interfere with others. plus, there are other neighbors to consider in the complex in the long term, as well as attracting animals coming to claim their share of fruit left out in the open, unprotected.
the whines of the many outweigh the whimper of the few. or something. Avenger wasn't going to make a big deal out of it any longer. she had come to her conclusion now it was time to enact the solution.
passing by the back side of the building, she took note of the overly organized waste disposal system. there were bins for everything, it seemed, including- ]
"Burnable trash", hm? Why take it somewhere else, when I can dispose of it in that manner right here and now.
[ she's rolling up her sleeves and moving toward the ladder. is she... drawing a sword? why is the carrying that in the first place?? please stop her. or don't. but be prepared to run - or call the fire department - if you don't. ]
Nice or Neat; Pick one* (*niceness is currently out of stock, pick another.)
[ Avenger was much more capable at fulfilling this request. not having a numbering system or written index was no hindrance, either, for she would be disregarded them both in favor of intuition. it's just a bunch of pictures; most people have two working eyes and half a functioning brain. this should be cake!
there is a nice ring around here where she has started and stopped at various stages of assembling images of items she may have recognized or concepts in favorable colors to hers. it's connecting the borders past a few pieces at a time that seems to be causing her a headache.
Avenger is now pacing around the work area she has claimed for herself, staring down at the pieces with her arms crossed as if staring down the pieces would intimidated them into making more sense. she brings up that same intense gaze up to level with whomever managed to get close enough to her in the process. ]
Who do you believe more responsible for this? The artisans or the bookkeepers?