Why Do I Have To Do This?

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon stood in the weaponry arsenal of Xcution where he had been told to clean a fair deal of the weaponry by hand by the Major known as Pavel. Asmoskon wasn't one to do such a thing although he knew that the weaponry would need such labor in order to stay affective when the time came. That none the less was not enough t make him do the job joyfully. As for right now he was actually just walking around the room looking over the weaponry.

The Quincy was trying to stay calm when faced with a task such as this when he knew he could be spending his time on something with a far greater benefit. Just the fact that he was in this room right now and would be here most likely the entire day unless he simply walked out. Yet he knew that it would be best to just do as he was ordered for the moment. He had only just joined Xcution and for the moment his word held very little weight behind it.

He walked around without his black coat on for once having already hung it up on a coat rack near the door. He was in the black sleeveless top which was completed with the rest of his black attire including the eye packet over his scarred right eye socket. Other then that Asmoskon looked completely normal just now it would be far easier to notice all of the different tattoos on his body including the markings on each of his forearms that moved down to his fingers.

Asmoskon then stopped as he came to the section of the arsenal that displayed and housed tools for his own style of preferable combat. Of course that meant that he starring at so many different types of arrows and bows. The multitude of different arrow heads and attachments along with all the different bows that were displayed. The only thing that Asmoskon could do though was smirk and then sneer as he saw how dusty the weaponry actually was.

How dare the weapons that he had proven could take down those simply firearms that nearly everyone turned to be put in here until the time would come for them to simply rust anyway into worthless pieces of material. Taking a simple compound bow from the shelf in front of him Asmoskon looks it over. Holding it out in front of him as he turned he draws back the string testing the weight and the status of the bow which he determined to be salvageable.

Asmoskon proceeds to take the spray bottle he had brought over with him and begins to wet the body of the bow as it lays on the corner in front of him. Taking the white clothe the young Quincy moves it down the now wet spine of the bow moving it over all of the curves and grooves. For some reason this action was far more relaxing then even reading a book it just reminded him of when he was young with his family.

[Nonna Urban ☭]

Nonna sighs as she wonders the Xcution base. She rubs the back of her head wondering what she needed to do. She came across the her master oddly just cleaning the weapons. She smiles and walks over, "Heeeey! Whatcha doing?" she'd ask him. It was clear he was cleaning the weapons but she got the same response as usual. He puts down his weapon that he was cleaning and puts a hand up. It was clear it was one of those moments and Nonna's lips puckered and rolled her eyes.

"Don't say anything else. Don't even get excited but I'm cleaning weapons for Xcution. Come and help me to make my life easier." and that made her sigh. She slowly sat over next to him and "Fiiiiine~... I'm gonna try at least to help you." and she grabs a rag and grabs a bow and begins to polish it up. The bow was covered in nasty sweat which kinda grossed her out but she wasn't too much of a baby.

She slowly sighed, wiping away the sweat and noticed the spray bottle. She slowly reaches over and snatches like someone was going to take it and quickly sprays a ton of stuff (Oil, water, w/e) all over the bow and quickly rubs it all over. She was humming tunes and even made sound effects to make her time more enjoyable. It was clear she was the happiest girl on the planet, even when doing a shitty and crappy job such as cleaning weaponry for her faction.

She looks at the bow and smirks, snorting and gagging saliva out and spitting on the bow. She was now giving it a spit shine now, which was gross. Luckily, she has a thing for brushing her teeth a lot. Her mouth was more clean then a dog's healthy saliva. She continued to rub and rub and rub... It eventually gives off a shine which makes her giggle. The bow was spot on shiny and she jumps up and runs over to place it in the racks. Her blue eyes peered at the shiny bow and makes an "Ooooooo..." noise like she was fascinated with it. She quickly jumps back over like a hyper child and sits back done.

She grabs a sword from the floor that needed to be clean and it had blood all over it. Her eyes looked sick at the sword but she shrugged and rubbed it up with her used cloth. She looked over to Asmo, her master and sensei. "Asmo... I met a man a few weeks ago. We're having a relationship!" she says with a squeal in excitement. She rubs the sword with an optimistic feeling going through her mind, "He's one of the dreamiest men I could ever have! He took me to his flower shop and we did smoochy and kissys!" she'd say. By this point, Asmo would probably get angry or annoyed by Nonna for being too hyper. We shall see. Though, she's still cleaning the sword while chit-chatting.