Helping a Trader | C-Tier Mission | Solo

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Cherilyn had taken a stroll along a cliff that was met by clashing waves, of the aurora blue water of the ocean. She felt like she hadn’t done enough good in the world, nor had she helped someone in a while, sure people who were curious about her past she had no trouble chirping, but she didn’t physically help anyone. So today was the day she would try her best to get back in business with helping out, the world as much as she could. Cheri had worn her casual attire, a green qipao dress. Many men stared as her breast were pushing the the dress out as much as possible, she just kept to herself, maybe she should of wore her formal dress, but then again… it was hot out.

Passing by a trader had looked at her and asked her to come over. “Hey, ma’am! Ova’ here!” She just smiled with her hands clasped together in front of her walking towards the dark skinned man. “Yes?” She asked with her signature wide smile she beamed at people. “Lookin’ for work?” She nodded. “Well, just lure people ova’ here to make them want to do business with me, since I need the extra money, cause a client won’t pay up!” She thought of what to say in response. “No thanks, in fact. I rather go catch your client.” 

The man bursted into laughter. “You!? No offense, but you’re a beautiful woman, one I’d take on many dates for free. You can’t possibly take down a brute like Beatnick!” Cherilyn gave a giggle. “Leave that to me, sir. I will get your money for, if you don’t mind me asking what does he owe you for?” The man grumbled. “For a hammer, he didn’t agree with it’s quality… so apparently to him that means it’s free. Although it’s not!!” She nodded in agreement. “Hm, so his name is Beatnick… you say he’s a brute which probably means he’s a more rough face guy.” He smiled. “You’re pretty good. He’s bald and a very pale man!” 

After gathering as much information about, Beatnick, she went her way searching for such a man. From what she gathered she could easily distract the men in the street where he supposedly lives, that would probably catch his attention. She walked down the street and over one to his neighborhood in this rural poverty area. Cherilyn had a few men play a more tribal fast-beat tune and she began to shake her hips to the beat and move her hands along her body in a fast manner. When the music would slow she’d sensually rub her hands up her curves and past her breast and wink at the men, the men’s groans brought rugged face man over. “Hey. You! I’ll pay you scamp for a nice time, maybe extra since you’re new here. Never seen you here.”

Cherilyn smirked, giving a devious smile. “You think I can be bought.” He smirked. “Any street-slut can. Especially from me.” She humphed and gave a death-stare. “Not me. I mean I’m not a slut, sir. So can it.” He began to charge at her like a barbarian some of the men tried to get in his way but were plowed down in his charge. She jumped to the side causing him to hit a wooden cart stand. “Well… since you owe my client money… I guess I have to beat the money out of you and the manners into you.”

Beatnick growled. “Money, that I owe? That trader sent you?” She nodded with a smirk standing the opposite side of him just looking into his eyes, with a fearless face. “Ohoho! You’re a brave one aren’t cha! Well after this you can maybe be my personal slave!” This time Cherilyn gritted her teeth in disgust. She ran at him and kicked his chest and then his face, pushing off his face she did a backflip landing perfectly a few feet away. Beatnick smirked seductively. “I love when they’re feisty, works up an appetite!”

Cherilyn ignored his comment and waited for him to make the next move. He pulled out a hammer, slamming the huge tool onto the ground. She jumped onto a cart and over the minor ripple-tremor sent her way. He seemed to use his strongest move, she spun her stave and then whipped the man. “Ah! Tickles… and a whip! What a kinky scamp.” She gritted her teeth, she had no comeback she was at a loss of words. 

When Cherilyn used her “Gliding Vine” spell, he had blocked it with his hammer, the hammer wasn’t even dented. “Shit…” She mumbled. He again slammed the hammer, she used the same evasive strategy she did last time, as well as launching two sakura cherry petals at him. “Flashing Sakura Dance!” She spun in the air as the two razor sharp petals hit his chest. This time he almost fell to his knees, actually showing signs of pain. 

When she got close her spun the hammer knocking her into a stand, she laid there in pain. She hadn’t been hit like that in a while. She heard him approach and she quickly jumped up slamming her stave onto the ground, a thorn jabbed his stomach, Beatnick fell unconscious. She grabbed the hammer and him dragging him back to the Trader. Not only had she got the trader’s money back she brought back the hammer and Beatnick, allowing him to decide what to do with the man. 

He thanked Cherilyn, paying her as a reward. “Thanks so much, ma’am! It really means a lot, maybe some day I can take you on a date!” She smiled before walking off. “Maybe. By the way name’s Cherilyn Rosethorn, now you take care!” As she walked off he  waved at her. “My name is Marcui!” Even though she couldn’t tell if he was waving bye, she figured and, waved back as she was walking off. This was her first mission accomplished, since she fell out of the tree she was merged with, for so long.

Wordcount: 1,013/1,000
Magoi: 100/150

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