Poor Old Lady [Mission]

A blonde haired girl with fair skin and bold sapphire optics walked towards her mission's destination, her head held high. Her eyes scanned the paper with the address, her feet shuffling beneath her as she looked at the numbers on the houses. She didn't bother bringing much equipment, knowing that the mission just included an assortment of housework. She did, however, find it somewhat odd that they ranked it a C-rank mission. For her sanity, she presumed, meant that this woman was a handful. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. How hard could it be to handle an old woman and her chores? Brielle simply smirked. Though she knew she was becoming cocky, the idea of a woman driving her to the brink of her insanity sounded highly unlikely. Though, she was always told to never assume.

The girl paused as she glanced at the indented paper once more, verifying that she was indeed at the correct household. When confirming this, she sighed a breath of relief. Well, she was here. Looking around, she held her hand over her eyes, shielding them as they adjusted to the sunlight that dared to blind her. She was looking for the partner that was also assigned to this mission. Never having met this said person, the girl was a bit interested and intrigued as to whom they had paired her with. Though she was sure they'd get along, she couldn't help but be a tad nervous. She was always odd when it came to strangers. Whether it was trying to make friends or just making conversation in general, she was always bad with it. Now that she was forced to work with this stranger, she figured this would be a way to not only test her patience but her socialization skills and capacity. This would indeed be very...VERY interesting.

Blank stares erected from the bright eyes of an approaching male. Black and oily hair would stand tall in the approaching wind. A black suit was placed upon Shigwit for this occassion. Because he was to deal with the elderly, he found it necessary to dress appropriately. It was always a pleasure to have respect for your elders so you may use them for your own ideals. A hard mask was adjusted to the face of the toned man so that none would be permitted to know what he was feeling in his ocean of emotions. Besides this mask, there as a pair of shades on the mask to shield the eye holes from the sun. Besides this normal appearance, there was also a book placed in the hands of the ninja. Respecting eyes would shift throughout the mask as they scanned the pages for information. Suddenly, this book would be dropped into the dirt so someone could recognize his presence in the area. After he had gotten all he had needed from something, Shigwit disposed of an item properly. Two hands grasped clean air as they moved towards each other in a position to make a resounding action. As the two palms made contact and made a clean clap with a high pitched sound, the person began to speak.

"Ah, my fair lady, shall we enjoy this mission like good ninjas? My name is Shigwit, it's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful ninja."

Once he'd made his announcement he'd enter deep thought so he could do the best possible job for his mission. This midde aged man named Shigwit would jog towards his mission's destination with all sorts of thoughts crossing his mind, but he contained two tools in his possession that were vital for the success of this mission and he readied. In his left hand, he held nothing. In his right hand, the ninja also held nothing. The reason for this was obvious in that he would be using his mere hands to complete his assigned task. Sweat was lining his palms slightly. He thought of the briefing of the mission. Naturally, he'd memorized his directions almost perfectly and analyzed them to the point he made them a sort of guideline to live by. But, this wasn't enough. The completion and the end product was always what mattered. An old lady wouldn't be hard to reason with, would she? Well, anyway, her attitude wasn't what mattered to Shigwit. Even if he was screamed at for 10 hours straight, all he really cared about was how the mission detailed he needed to clean her yard. Oh, if she had her legs and arms cut off in front of him? So what? Shigwit was fully focused on cleaning her yard and nothing else. But, because this was a collaboration mission, he made sure to fully grasp the appearance of his partner. If they fell then Shigwit would as well. The only friend and only person Shigwit cared about at this very moment would be the alluring woman that lay in front of him.

The house was creaky and old. Her shutters slamming closed and open at various intervals in the wind. The windows would stand cracked with spiderwebs dancing upon the wind. Ugly and holey curtains shaking with an unearthly fear it seemed. The porch was build of wood with splintering paint and jagged with old and termite infested wood. The gutter trimming the wood would be hanging slightly by what seemed a thin layer of paint, tinging and yelling at the strange people the house did not recognize. Shingles were piled on the ground like tombstones, a mess between blades of knee-length grass. On the porch a giant hole the size of a human body sat, ominous and full of overgrown fungus. The mushrooms eating away what was left of the poor old house. It had once been beautiful; articulately colored, and well taken care of. However now it seemed that it had been long since forsaken by the love of a carpenter's touch. A small group of mice would scamper and screech as an orange-ish brick would collapse from the chimney and fall with a loud thud through the thin floor boards that had once been a porch.

From the doorway appeared an old lady. Her body pompous and plump; short and round. Her face was full of wrinkles and as she narrowed her eyes at the 'ninja' the crow's feet would scream at the children it seemed. Her hands were wrapped around her chest, crossed as she snarled at them with a scoff. "For ninja you lack in punctuality!" She said in a cat's hiss with the tongue of a forked snake's. The old, whiting eyes of hers were glued like malicious hawk eyes debating on when to swoop in and devour the prey. Her outfit consisted of an old hospital-like gown, fading from white to a grey-ish yellow. Over top a forest green apron wrapped around her wide body. Her feet held a pair of sandals as odd as it was for the high grass that a snake slithered through between them.

She let out an irritated sigh as she'd push up her round and jagged glasses, "Well I suppose I can't complain, at least you're here." She seemed most insincere with her words. Turning to look at the house, she continued as if they wouldn't be insulted by her obvious distaste in them being there. "You need to fix up my house, dust, vacuum do actual carpeting, wash the floors and fix the windows. Do my gardening, mow the lawn and feed my pet kitty Fluffers, who by the way bites. When you're done with that come back and tell I'll examine it for the authenticity of it, then I'll decide what to make you do after that." She paused and snorted. "What are you waiting for? Get to it!"

The arrival of her partner made the girl turn around in surprise. Eying him, she nodded towards him, sending him a friendly smile. Her sapphire eyes shined in the sun as she put her head down. His attire, somewhat formal and punctuate, made her raise a thinly shaped eyebrow. She had never seen a ninja go on a mission with such clothing. Though, if he found it suitable, she was not one to complain. Sending him a wave, she greeted him, her words friendly.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Brielle." The appearance of a woman made the girl turn, her torso now facing the client. Her face was somewhat stoic as she took in the woman's words. The woman stood, short and round. She seemed angry and bitter, making the female stop her thoughts. She wasn't one to judge. Grunting, she walked towards the woman's house, her partner by her side. Bowing her head towards the woman respectfully, she moved past her, her being now beholding the house.

Damp and dreary, the place looked next to abandoned. Her nose scrunched at the bitter stench that came from the woman's domain. It was run-down and not something she would consider to be a livable. Sighing, she remembered the orders placed by the client. Turning to her partner, she spoke, her tone straight forward and monotonous.

"Alright. I'll take the inside and you take the outside." She stated, her eyes locking with the older man's. With that said she turned, her body moving to a vacuum placed in the corner of the living room, untouched. She made special care to pick up anything that could get in the way, aside. Eying the carpet, she looked to see it being uplifted in some portions. Grabbing a duster, she began to dust, the tools needed were mostly scattered around this portion of the room. Lifting up some of her pictures and other heirlooms, she made sure to be delicate. Looking to her partner, she made sure he too was doing his job.

Oh, it was one of those classic missions it seemed. Only the most highly trained ninja could take on these sort of missions! Jokes aside, Shigwit was sort of expecting more once his view shifted from his partner to the land he was going to repair. Well, the quality of a mission wasn't what mattered to Shigwit. The only aspect of these worthless C-rank missions that Shigwit took interest in was the easy cash that was gained from completing the mission. But, regrets did wonder in the mind of the Genin. I mean, his skill seemed wasted on this sort of job. Were ninja not supposed to be the military force of a village? These sort of jobs that can be easily accomplished by the requesters aren't a good way to improve the power of the village. All and all, it was a waste of time to clean a single house out of many in this vast village called Kirigakure. Nonetheless, this particular man listened intently to what the two individuals would instruct. Along with this, he observed the objective at hand properly. To be honest, Shigwit completely ignored the old lady and her commands. Who cares what the client says after they write up the briefing for the mission? Ha, Shigwit sure doesn't. Mowing the lawn and gardening were all that were required of Shigwit in the current situation apparently. This ninja was a strict one and he only listened to what was required. Since the old lady had said something about a kitty and it had obstructed what was originally asked, Shigwit couldn't help but ignore the female after her statement. But, after showing up in his luxurious suit and appearing with a professional attitude, the comments that were presented to him led Shigwit to make a comment in response.

"Kitty? Screw your kitty. If you want your kitty fed, ask my employers. But, since it's not in my job description to be kind to your cat, I'll slaughter it once it gets in the way of my work. Please and thank you for understanding."

All of a sudden, Shigwit got serious after he attempted to make his point across. Well, he didn't really consider what he said a point. His manner of speak was quite calm and showed no emotion. Fact was all Shigwit had used in his argument. If he was interrupted in gaining his cash, something would have to be punished. Of course, as long as the old lady doesn't get killed, then everything is alright in the eyes of Shigwit. After placing his attention on his acquaintance, he reacted as needed so cooperation could be as high as possible. Well, at least SOMEONE in this place had manners. A greeting was exchanged between the two and Shigwit was pleased in the politeness of the girl. So, the male was to take the outside apparently. Good, he'd seen enough of this piece of land. It'd be a pain if he had to go inside the house. There was probably even more irritating items that were in the compound. Well, anyway, Shigwit had absolute trust in his partner. So, for now the ninja completely ignored their activities and scanned the yard. The grass was all messed up and there was various objects laid about. Along with this, the wood of the house was coming off. The appearance of the house was pretty dreadful. Well, not that Shigwit cared to make it beautiful. All he had to do was repair it. Some parts of the world will just never be extravagant. But, it wasn't outside of the prowess of Shigwit to find wood and to move the pieces of wood on the grass. Along with this, it wouldn't be difficult to find some more plant life to replace the current lawn. Now, at this point, the Genin had gained all of the information he needed. Okay, he just needs the parts for them machine. A thought put itself in the male's head and he quickly got an idea. His view would place itself on the nearby house that was next door. No noise was coming from that house and from Shigwit's view he couldn't see anybody. A smile couldn't help but cross the face of Shigwit underneath his mask. With a fast pace, the Genin began to jog next door. Well, stealing wasn't uncommon among ninja.

The woman found both of their attitudes most unappealing. However as long as they got the job done, she'd have to pay them. Her eyes were cold and heartless at the man in particular as he threatened her cat. "Yes well, you kill my cat and I will most certainly deduct money from your pay in order to get a new one." She responded in a stuffy, snooty voice. She looked at them both, giving them a good examination before snorting and walking in the house. She'd be watching the girl first. The outside didn't have precious items like money and jewelry. Was it rude of her to be so untrusting of them? Perhaps, but was it really so uncommon. The old lady seemed to have nothing other than this land, house and the cat. Maybe her own bitterness prevented her from a mate. No.. it was obvious once inside she was the cliche old lonely woman whose husband had left for one reason or another. Divorce? Death? Sickness? What would it be? No one cared as the old woman was cruel and unkind. Her heart cold and unfeeling towards others.

"Don't BREAK anything!" She said in a sharp voice. Her eyes like sharks waiting for supper. "Make sure you cover the cracks and wash those carpets well! There shouldn't be any stains, it's all just dust bunnies!" She snarled before moving something from one stand to another. She sneezed, spraying a layer of dust everywhere. With each step it seemed her hip cracked, popped or creaked. Almost like she was a broken doll put together at the last moment. She grumbled under her breath and huffed as she waddled into the kitchen. What did she grumble? Who knew other than her?

Brielle felt her eyes growing weary as a headache started to rack her head. The girl ignored it though, looking towards the items she was dusting off carefully as the woman began to shout orders from behind her. Watching as the woman left to the kitchen, Brielle sighed in happiness. She began dusting everything in sight. Window sills, objects such as pictures, works of art, shelves and other things that could have collected dust over the years of mistreatment. The air itself seemed quite untidy, though she couldn't actually dust that. Sighing, she looked about, noting that it seemed okay for now. She grew a bit concerned about her partner, wondering what he was up to while she was inside. Shrugging, she searched quickly to find soap available. This soap could be used to clean carpet and other types of flooring, which it stated on the back. Nodding, she went to work. Filling a bucket with water, she placed the soap inside, and then went on to mixing it, causing some bubbles to surface atop it. From there, she grabbed a mop which she proceeded to dip into the bubbly water and spread about the carpet. She had seen her mother do this several times when she was little, so she decided to imitate it. Scrubbing the floor, she noted dirt surfacing on the face of the mop, causing the female to cringe. She continued this process until the rugs was clean, noting it looked a bit lighter, smelled nicer, and no longer looked dirty with age. Smiling in content, she stepped around the rug, knowing it needed to dry.

"Well...Now what can I do?" Looking around, she noted the floor being a bit old looking. Sighing, she grabbed the soapy water and dipped the mop into it. She began the same process she had done with the carpet, making sure to keep anything from falling. The floors were covered with dried dirt and dust that had collected through lack of care. Brielle simply sighed. A sudden movement caught her off guard as she stopped, turning her head to see a fairly large black and white cat. Tilting her head to the side, she figured this was the mean old cat the woman had told them about. Fluffers. How creative. Smirking, the cat seemed too wrapped up in the wet carpet to notice her. Shaking her head, Brielle simply continued to wash the old creaky wooden floor.

While Shigwit went off to find some "materials" for his "mission" he happened to hear the fleeting words of the old lady. She didn't talk much, but, it seemed the piece of information Shigwit had shared to the woman caused her to become upset one way or another. The working man could definitely sympathize with her feelings though. Although Shigwit was sort of unaware to her sudden outburst, he actually did pay a special interest to her words. A deduction of pay? HA! It was almost hard for Shigwit to not shout in laughter. Why would he find such a threat entertaining? Oh, that was pretty simple to comprehend. The first thought that came into the mind of the ninja was punishment. Yes, punishment for the old lady. His anger lasted about one second until he realized how severe her actions could prove to be. If she didn't happen to pay him for his HARD work then she'd merely be eliminated from the Bloody Mist. This village wasn't some pansy village anymore and Shigwit doubted that there was a tolerance for a civilian that won't assist the village's flow of pay but instead waste the time of the military. If Shigwit was to think anything of the woman's statement it'd be that the only new item she'd be purchasing was a new attitude from the government. Well, Shigwit's attention was reverted from the old lady after his brief thoughts had blown over. Thankfully, he didn't need to be distracted by the female while he took part in obtaining the items needed to complete his mission. Poor partner, it looked like she may have that charming woman on her hands instead of him. To be truthful though, Shigwit had no sympathy for the unlucky. While passing the time with these thoughts, Shigwit's jog came to an end.

Here he was, standing to the left side of some random house that was about two houses away from the old lady's house. This house was proven specifically because of it's outward appearance. From a quick glance, Shigwit had determined that he could obtain his needed supplies for cleaning the old lady's house from the rich household. The house had all sorts of cleanliness radiating from the outside and also had a sparkling array of plants. Along with this, Shigwit was fully out of the sight of the old lady's house. Once Shigwit had also noticed there were no lights or such coming from the place it proved to him that his access to the house wouldn't be limited. Anyhow, once he'd finished scanning the place a second time for some sort of surprise visitor, Shigwit didn't restrict himself from running into the yard of the place. Once here, he checked each window to see if they were closed or not. After a quick search, he found an open window and jumped into the house to gain his supplies. Because it only took a quick look to notice the layout of the home, Shigwit made his way to a place that looked like a garage. JACKPOT! After he'd found this place, there were all sorts of goodies open for grabs. First of all, there were plants that were tended to regularly waiting in the garage to be placed in the yard. Along with this, there was a grass cutter, wood, paint, pesticide, and nails. In the corner of the garage he merely grabbed a unused back and hurried to the outside with all the objects he found inside the bag. With a quick dash to the old lady's house two houses away, Shigwit prepared himself for work.

The first part of the job that Shigwit decided to take part in was the rebuilding of the house itself. This house was a complete mess and thus, the Genin decided that he'd use the wood gained to patch it up properly. But, before doing this, he'd first have to get rid of any insects that plagued the house. Because of this, the pesticide he'd "borrowed" was used first. The house was ugly with all of the wood and such falling apart. It was natural that insects and animals would make the place their home as well. Since he had this suspicion, the Genin ran around the house and sprayed pesticide in the open areas first. Haha, it was a pretty revolting sight to witness. Once the spray had been applied, all sorts of organisms fled the scene and jumped out into the lawn. But, the pesticide had been placed there as well so they completely took their leave from the vicinity. After he'd finished watching all the disgusting insects depart, the next step took place. The paint and wood was taken out with the nails to repair the house. Because of the trained abilities of a ninja, it wasn't hard to swiftly repair what needed necessary repairs. Wood was thrown into place and ripped apart to fit the places that needed a specific and exact amount. Once this was done, the Genin then proceeded to spray paint the whole house a soft blue color. Okay, now the house was done and over with. Because the lawn needed to compliment the newfound beauty of the house, the ninja then picked up all of the fallen pieces of wood off the lawn and threw it into the neighbor's lawn. Well, they wouldn't mind hopefully. Since the grass was utterly messed up and beyond help, the Genin tried to make each piece of glass have the same size so there was at least a bit of beauty in the mass similarity. Finally, to fit in with the fixed up yard Shigwit took out the flowers he'd stolen from the neighboring house that had been tended to with LOVE, SWEAT, and TEARS. It wasn't like Shigwit put any effort into building the flowers though. Well, anyway, he picked up blue flowers to match the new color of the house. Once that was done, Shigwit stood out in the lawn awaiting his partner's arrival.

The old lady rummaged throughout the kitchen with her most unpleasant demeanor. Her plump body waddling to and fro tracking more dirt on floors yet to be cleansed. Each movement made the floorboards creak and yet again she would sneeze from the dust in the air. Her hands wiping her elderly eyes. She sniffed the scent fading into her sinuses and making her sound sickly. Her lungs wheezed and she shook. Was she dying? No... allergies. False alarm. The old lady then continued her rounds.

Meanwhile the cat known as Fluffers was plotting. The evil kitty simply lie in wait for the girl to stop looking. The cat decided to act innocent simply by sitting there and staring at the carpet. As soon as she looked away it found something else to turn its attention too. The deviant snickered to itself or so it seemed as it watched the tassel on the end table. Waving back and forth it taunted him and to respond the cat sprung, pouncing! Crash! Everything tumbled with the evil cat's extended claws. Sliding down the side of the table came a large and valuable vase as well as a glass angel. The kitty was confused, sitting in the pile of fabric before hissing and fleeing the crime scene with the trail of fabric following.

The old lady roared. Out she stormed and at the sight of the broken glass and face she sobbed, nearly fainting. "HENRY!" She gasped and gathered the broken pieces, destroying her hand. Softly tars fell down her wrinkled face. A few moments passed as she shouted at Bri, calling her stupid and useless and thus forth.

Once her mourning was done she would go outside to check on the man. "Where... did you get these supplies?" She asked in sheer awe at the look. I t was amazingly done nearly perfect except she hated the color.

Brielle quickly finished up the floor, wiping a small bead of sweat from her brow as she nodded at her handy work. The floor seemed to sparkle as it dried, a bright sheen covering the husky wood. A small sound was heard as Brielle turned around. Her eyes grew wide as she quickly moved to stop the falling of an antique vase. Unable to catch it, she quickly cringed, hearing the footsteps of the woman. Sighing, she already knew what was to come. Sending a glare towards the evil cat, Brielle simply stared at the woman whom was crying and yelling towards her. Not trying to calm her, the girl watched as she left the house, her back turned to her. Sticking out her tongue towards the woman, she simply grumbled, though low enough and to herself, making sure the woman didn't hear nor see her. The perks of being a ninja.

Sighing, the girl looked at the uplifting carpet. Grabbing a hammer and nails, she hammered the edges of the carpet into the floor, making sure they didn't stick up which could result in injury. No matter how much she wish she could, she would not let her work fall flat. Hearing her praise for her teammate caused the girl to frown as she looked at the rug. Moving to the windows, she took out sandpaper, shaving down the rough edges to enable a smooth look. After filling in the holes of the wood, she painted it a simple white, giving it two coats to make it shine and hold for much longer than she presumed this woman would live. She then proceeded to do all the windows. As she finished, she moved towards the vacuum and plugged it in. Noting that the carpet was practically dry, she vacuumed any dust or other material that could have collected after her cleaning. When finished, she nodded towards her work. A little self-praise never hurt. Putting away the vacuum and placing the dusting and cleaning materials away, she awaited for the woman to come back into the house to critique her work.

After a short and simple wait, it seemed the person of the day had arrived. Honestly, Shigwit wasn't impatient in having to see the old lady once again. After she came out of the house and into the yard, the man made sure to look after each of her movements carefully. Yes, this was the most important part of the process. If the owner of the house itself didn't like the work then Shigwit would have to do everything over again or something of the sort. There wasn't much to what the old lady did sadly, so, Shigwit could only discover something from her manner of speech. Of course, the ninja proved to get just that. Once the old lady had seemingly looked over Shigwit's work in a careful way hopefully, there was only one mere question. This question wasn't a difficult one to answer. In fact, there were many possibilities and different ways that Shigwit could bend the situation to his will with a simple answer. The supplies? Oh, of course, Shigwit wouldn't reveal the true identity or history behind them. No, he'd secure his position to his advantage fully. But, besides the quick and easy answer he was to give, Shigwit was already pondering other ideas about the old lady. Was that it? If that's the only question she had then that means the skill of Shigwit had made it so there were no other possible questions that were significant. Her reaction must mean he had done such an excellent job that there was nothing more to say of the matter. Everyone had a hint of curiosity in them so this old lady was just being harmless.

"These supplies were imported specifically for this mission. Because this is an official mission for the Land of Water it's only natural the most efficient tools were used in the beautification of your property. Ma'am, feel free to take these if you ever have any more issues. I wish you the best of luck."

Shigwit held the bag of supplies he had used for this mission in his hand. Once he completed his statement, he gently placed the bag on the deck of the house. Since there were no more hard feelings between the old lady and him, a smile was stretched under the mask of the Genin. Although the woman couldn't see his smile, his tone showed "kindness".Closure was all that was required of Shigwit at this point. The truth wasn't a requirement in this mission so Shigwit didn't provide any. Lies were all that were contained in his sugar coated statement that had a soft tone filled with grace. After the man had completed his duty and done his assigned task, he had no more need to remain in the area. All that kept him at the place was his partner that was being unusually slow to him. Although he had to remain longer in the place, he was patient. Shigwit moved to the outside perimeter of the place and waited for the decision of the old lady and his partner.

The old lady seemed amazed. She nodded at his words, unsure of the inner workings of the way of the shinobi. After all she was just an old lady. A wrinkly hand wiped her old eyes beneath the shine of her large glasses and she found herself smiling a bit. It looked just like when she bought it, except for that GOD AWFUL color. The flowers would have to go too, she was allergic to that kind she was sure because she started itching. She began scratching all over. Her hands roaming every open patch of skin. Itchy, so itchy! Why am I so itchy? Curious she looked around and let out a shout. "You fool! You killed the poison ivy bush! Now that damn itchy poison is everywhere!" Hr eyes showed annoyance as she stamped her feet in attempts to stop the fit. A failed attempt indeed. She flailed before taking the supplies and waddling back into the house.

Her initial response was her nostrils burning. The scent of cleanliness stinging her as she first inhaled the 'fresh scent'. Her body was in a frenzy and she clawed angrily at her skin like she had an itching rash. Her hands dropped down the bag; releasing it from its hollow jail cell. Her petite body moving fast and nearly running over Bri as she raced to the bathroom. It was odd how that woman could move. Once she returned she was a more pink in color seeming to have used lotion on her body to cure the itch. Happy that everything was calming she examined the inside of the house. A smile plastered on the woman's face. "Well done, besides the lost artifacts. I'd say it was almost perfect!" Oddly her compliment seemed mean like the rest of her. She was just a naturally bitter person and it showed. She was trying to be nice but she seemed to throw salt in open wounds even if unintentionally. "Well anyways not much I can ask for, go get your pay if that's what you wish."

Looking towards the woman, she simply blinked, her sapphire eyes beholding the round woman and her partner. She sighed, her body tired from the day's work. By the look of her partner, she couldn't tell what he was thinking. The woman ran past her, her skin itchy with god knows what. Placing her hand on her cheek, the girl gave a tired look. As the woman dismissed them, she bowed, eying her partner to take their leave.

"It was a pleasure doing business." She stated, her voice hinting sarcasm. With that, she left with her partner, her fists clenched as she went off to look for something to punch.

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So, apparently the ugly, creepy, old lady had undergone some weird attack from an illness. Whatever, it wasn't Shigwit's problem anymore. Shigwit never cared much about others and their conditions. If this woman had some issues, it just meant she was as weak as Shigwit predicted her to be. Useless is all that these civilians can be considered as. Poison? Aw, that's too bad for her. Maybe she should be more careful in her own damn lawn. No matter, Shigwit hadn't contracted whatever she got. Once his partner had come out to leave, Shigwit got eyed for some reason. Was she trying to find something? Ha, maybe at a later time there would be a meeting between the two to discuss their personal affairs. In a quick release of speed, Shigwit gathered his remaining energy to exit the boring neighborhood.

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