Morning sunlight streams over Fareday, painting the streets gold. Birds chirp. Shops open. Somewhere, a barrel rolls down the cobbled street. Typical town morning… if your definition of "typical" includes absolute chaos.
Inside Kirian's room, the peace is… slightly less typical.
Emilia bursts in like a cannon.
"KIRIAN! Up, up, up!"
Kirian doesn't even turn. He's mid-pose, one fist in the air, the other hand dramatically on his chest. His eyes are closed for maximum heroic effect.
"I am… busy," he intones, voice trembling somewhere between seriousness and self-parody. "The town depends on my… heroic vigilance."
Emilia folds her arms and narrows her eyes.
"Oh please," she scoffs. "Heroic vigilance? More like heroic flexing. You could be making real money."
Kirian pauses mid-pose, eyebrow twitching.
"Money?"
"Yes! Money!" Emilia grabs a scrap of paper and waves it. "I've been talking to Breeze. There's tons of work going around. Odd jobs, errands, cleanup… stuff people actually need. And guess what? You can cash in on it. Big time."
Kirian's eyes widen. The heroic façade wavers.
"And…?" he prompts cautiously, voice lowering like she's dangling a dangerous secret.
"And," Emilia leans in, voice conspiratorial, "you can use that money… to ask girls out. Impress them with actual purchasing power. You know, heroic and practical at the same time."
Kirian freezes. Thoughtful. Heroic pose still intact but slightly shakier.
"…Brilliant." He snaps upright. "I accept! The people of Fareday shall witness true heroism and romance!"
Emilia smirks, satisfied.
"Good. Let's set up the Jobs Booth then."
Cue Kirian dramatically spinning toward the window like a hero unveiling a secret plan, only to stumble on his own feet and nearly faceplant. Emilia suppresses a laugh.
"Yep. Definitely your heroic touch," she mutters.
Downstairs, the rest of the trio is already gathering random odds and ends. Paper, buckets, crates… who knows what they're planning. Chaos is coming.
And so begins the legend of the Jobs Booth, where townfolk bring petty errands and leave with stories that grow taller with each retelling