1 A Dull Day? [Kannon, or Invite][No-Kill] Fri May 11, 2018 3:11 pm
Niala
D-rank
How quickly things can change in just the blink of an eye.
Things had definitely changed up somewhat in the past few days: not only was her father seeing to her personal training each and every evening that he could get off of work, but Niala had been running one mission after another in her quest to save up as much ryo as possible for the puppet she had in the planning stages for the future. On top of that however was yet something else: the fact that Kannon and his mother Chiyo had officially moved in with Niala and her family. While there were multiple reasons behind this the final straw had come down to the day that she had been taking Kannon on a tour of the village and a masked and cloaked individual - the one who at that point had been following Niala for nearly two weeks - had finally made his presence known before disappearing. While he had yet to try and harm Niala his very existence was uneasy, and caused the kind of tension that made bonds grow that much more stronger and pronounced.
In a way Niala felt she herself had changed from the experiences. She was still the same quiet spoken, gentle and loving, supportive and caring creature she had always been. Yet, there was a wisdom there that made her less naive than before. While her experiences, including the taking of several lives, hadn’t broken her they had matured her. Changing her in ways that couldn’t be undone, yet without robbing her of who she was deep down. It altered her enough to keep her moving and thinking in a tough situation instead of freezing up due to fear or inexperience, while keeping her the same innocent girl she had always been: two halves in a whole in a manner of speaking. It was because of this, because she could maintain her caring persona, that she was precisely where she was that day.
It’s been such a slow day, but then again that’s probably a good thing all things considered.
Within the first week of being in Iwagakure Hanae had bought up the empty building that sat right next to their house, and by the second week she had turned it into a clinic. It was a simple structure with an air conditioned reception area complete with waiting room that had a fridge stocked with small bottles of water and snacks for the guests, five separate exam rooms, two offices, a shower and a restroom, along with well stocked storage supply closets. It wasn’t meant to act as a hospital, but rather to shoulder some of the burden the hospital faced: a place where those with minor, easily treated injuries or illnesses could come to instead. The place brought in steady business, and by their first month in Iwagakure her mother had hired on several members of staff - though Niala was the newest official member. While the household was free to come and go as they pleased, manning the receptionist desk and helping to clean up, Niala’s growth in the medical field had finally secured her a position to allow her to help man the exam rooms and see to the patients. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it was something, and she quite enjoyed being able to help people out as well as reduce some of the stress that her mother Hanae faced.
Today, however, things were going quite slow - which was both a good thing and a bad: good because it meant that less people were feeling ill or had sustained injuries but bad because it meant that those working had little to nothing to do. Niala had spent a good portion of the morning taking inventory of the supply closets to ensure that they had plenty of what they needed - which they did. Following that she had straightened up the waiting room and made sure the fridge was stocked - again something that didn’t take her longer than ten minutes. In the end she had ended up manning the receptionist desk after her mother had sent the rest of the staff home for the day, her only visitor so far being an elderly man who had stopped in to ask for directions and to see if he could have a free bottle of water: something which Niala gladly gave him before he went on his way.
Can you actually die of boredom?
In the end Niala had decided to entertain herself by drawing up several designs for her next puppet in the notebook she had taken to carrying around in her small shoulder bag, pausing in her scribbling to shift on the rolling chair into a more comfortable position. The page in particular she was opened to had several different designs: a range from the cute and stuffed animal like ones such as her current puppet which sat on the floor beneath the counter in its smaller form next to her, to tall and slender ones, to even thick and bulky ones - the last of which seemed to have the most detail, indicating it was the design she preferred the best. The current drawing showed a humanoid stocky figure with a long flowing beard and an eyepatch - though more and more detail was added with every shift of the pencil in her hand.
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