28 Bleach Vats Later

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WHO: Avery Atchison (subconmodo), Imelda Rivera (no_dejare_de_quererte), Héctor (unpocoloco), Peter Parker (made_up_names), Souji Seta (punches_fog), Shuuji Miwa (willnotbeyourneighbour), Ellie Williams (elliexir), Fakir Ansel (schwanenritter), Bumblebee (thebreakfastbug), Orihime Inoue (leekspins)
WHERE: North Dakota
WHEN: January 18th, 2019
WHAT: Obtaining funding for the Academy at the cost of one's dignity. Unless you're in the cleanup group.
WARNINGS: None atm. Will update as they pop up.
Note: Full mission details/plotting can be found Here

To Avery's credit, he had tried to prepare his students for this. The zombies had been the easy part. The corpses were slow and weak and as long as none of them did anything stupid they wouldn't be in danger. Wouldn't help the smell or the grossout factor, but such was life, death, and undeath.

Their clients were another matter entirely.

"It's not death that's going to be our enemy here," Avery had said during the briefing. "It's customer service." And if he wasn't allowed to rip into this bunch of stuck up jerks (literally as well as figuratively), neither was anyone else. He'd let minor acts of passive aggression slide, but that was it. And maybe, just maybe if they were lucky enough, Avery might be able to convince the bigwigs to let one or two of them fire off something or another.

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The cleanup crew is much luckier. The smell may be worse (rot and burning flesh and whatever scents habe wafted up in the wake of Coldsteel's blow-shit-up-themed office party. Avery looks to be just Abbott on his last legs as he suits up alongside everyone and hands out holy water and runecasters, all the while grumbling about how he needs a pay raise.

Comments

[punches_fog]

Well, this isn't what he signed up for, but Souji's had worse jobs. Not worse-smelling jobs, but harder ones, anyway. He does have to admit, though, he's surprised at how accurate his casual impression of Americans from movies was.

Souji has no problem running drinks for the clients and keeping a straight face at all the explosions, although he is perhaps not wearing his best customer service smile. This is. Really kind of excessive. But a job is a job, and he'd feel bad messing things up for a school that was paying his tuition.

He only flinches when he's very close to an old man firing off a grenade launcher at a distant cluster of zombies. In the face of the client then turning to berate him about almost spilling his drinks, Souji reaches into a pocket and adds a small paper umbrella as a silent form of apology. Other than that, all he can really do is stand around getting lectured.

It's a job.

[thebreakfastbug]

"Spilled drink? No, that won't do at all, sir. Would you like a fresh one?" Bee is cheerful. Bee is in fact extremely cheerful, just barely avoiding veering into a parody of cheer.

He's also in his armor just in case it's necessary. And while it may not be the biggest of armors, it still looms over pretty much every baseline human in existence. Completely unintentionally, of course.

(It's completely intentional. He is absolutely doing this all on purpose, and doing it all in the most polite way possible so they can't call him on it.)

"And will there be anything else while I retrieve a replacement?" He asks, inclining his head to look down on the exec.