- Job Title: Delivery Boy/Girl
Rank: D Rank
Player Requirements: Solo Only, Any Rank
Job Requirements: 500 Words Minimum
Job Location: Magnolia
Job Description: - Oh Dear! It seems the mailman's magic mail truck has lost all power, and he's only got another twenty or so houses to deliver mail to! He'll ask you to get the letters distributed, but he'll warn you he has very little money to give you for it.
The demon didn't like interrupting, but the idea of someone thinking money was required to help someone bothered him. Then again, the determined expression on the mailmans face made him think that saying 'I'll do it for free' wouldn't exactly be accepted. "-I will deliver the remaining mail." The mail person gave him a hug, peppering him with thank yous before handing him a bag. From the shape, it could be assumed inside contained both letters and boxes.
So this was how a member of the west fiore trading company was temporarily made into a mailman. Well, his guild would probably not find out about it? Though finding out about it likely wouldn't be an issue. This could technically count as a job. This is what he thought as the demon was handed the route list and told which houses were remaining. This was probably to avoid time wasted, so people could get their mail when they expect it. Well, even in a job like this, did he not have to try his best? So the mantis shrimp demon started running. The first house was easy, the second houses dog was easy to calm down. So far this seemed easy enough to do this by foot. By the eighth house he was feeling tired from running, but didn't he have to try his best? He summoned a dragon fruit, using his nails to cut it in half. He ate the soft fruit insides fast, tucking the peel away to dispose of later. That helped him feel refreshed, it was good enough to keep him going until the fifteenth house.
At least he had a bottle of juice on him. Omaras took a quick break from running and delivering mail to open his juice and take a deep drink from it. It was only one gulps worth, but it was fairly refreshing. After that the bottle was tucked away before he got back to running. This time he had enough energy to finish the remaining houses, but after that... it felt safe to just... walk back to the mailman. His lungs burned and body felt sore. Why had he done that? But... at least everyone had their mail and Haraka had the pleasure of knowing that he had helped someone out.