4 To Tire (1/2)
”Hi Sir, what would you like to order” the cashier asked, staring straight at the young man with next to no enthusiasm.
The young man looked towards Elektra, who knew exactly what to order. She had changed into the young man's extra hoodie and shorts, something more casual and not at all alerting of her rank or status.
”Honey Peach Royal Tea, Extra Large, No Ice, 100% Sugar, Lychee Popping” she recited.
As the cashier took her order, 10 miles away another woman stood in front of the machine inputting the options for her own beverage, with as much dead energy as the cashier.
Chocolate.
White Mocha.
2 Sugars.
Extra Caffeine.
She watched with heavy eyes as the machine processed her order. Aloe wasn't a negative person in the slightest, she just had an incredibly long day. Her field of work made it so that an ”incredibly long day” would mean much much more tiresome than most, even for 7-star Knights.
”This is taking forever.” she said in a soft tone.
When her coffee was eventually completed, she took it to a table and sunk into one of the surrounding chairs. The cafeteria was completely empty and silent, so she felt comfortable in her own posture. She turned her gaze slowly to the clock on the opposite end of the room.
It just hit midnight. Finally. Her shift was finally over.
So she thought. As she slowly picked up her drink to take a first sip, a worrisome male voice invaded the room.
”Dr Aloe, you're needed!”, a the doctor shouted as he burst into the room. He hurried towards her, her expression unchanging.
She paused for a second, then her coffee in her hand slowly continued for her mouth. ”What is it, Gin?”
”Two people were severely injured during a PF chase! We need you to come up ASAP.”
”Can't you deal with it yourselves?” she said, as the coffee continued it's trajectory towards her mouth, as if she didn't acknowledge him at all.
”No officers were majorly harmed, however the two thieves being chased sustained heavy injuries that only you can handle at this time.”
”Oh? So an officer was responsible? Rank and Division?”
She had finally taken her first sip of the coffee she had longed for.
”Chief, ma'am.” he replied nervously. ”Electra had sliced their getaway vehicle in half, the impact as they landed causing minor wounds all over their limbs, but more importantly, paralysis.”
She paused for three seconds before abruptly spitting out her coffee. Her eyes widened.
”She did WHAT?!”
Before the coffee had reached the male doctor's coat, two orbs that were sitting on her table had speedily levitated upwards. The light blue orb shot out a small amount of ice, freezing the coffee in the air, and the red orb shot out a flame to disintegrate the newly frozen structure into nothingness. All of this happened in one swift motion. (they were powered by Super-Rare sOr [Frost] and [Blaze] respectively).
”Which ward?” she said, having slumped back to her originally tired posture.
”Avant, ma'am.”
”Box.” she commanded, as what seemed to be a large medical kit floated beside her, in which the orbs entered via a slot on the side. She slowly stood up to then took a seat on it's surface, and floated out of the room. She took a left into the main atrium, then ascended to the 32nd floor towards the Avant Ward.
Though her time at CMC (Central Medical Centre) was rather tame compared to her placements, it was still very tiresome. Being so skilled and potent came with incredibly large expectations, expectations that she fulfilled but regretted the fatigue it came with. This were not to soon change at all, as today she was appointed as Support for Vanguard.