The End is Just a Beginning
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A couple of years ago, Nyasa had decided to skip college and stick to being an EMT. Her logic had been that she'd rather be making money then spending it and getting into debt. However she was quickly finding out that the money she made as an EMT wasn't as good as she had hoped. In fact, her job was becoming more of a hinderance then anything.

Her co-workers had been suspicious of her for some time. It was a hazard of working around medical personnel: they had the unnatural ability to tell when you were injuried, especially if you were trying to hide it from them. Eventually they had become convinced that she was in an abusive relationship, but she was tiring of that lie. In fact, she was tiring of having to explain herself period.

There as the problem of time management as well. Now that she was a Captain she was expected to bring in more energy, which meant more victims. She also tried to make herself available to help train Lieutenants and tried to take the occasional trip to The Rift in search of a personal youma, although thus far she had not found a match. And of course, there as the problem of medical supplies. As a medic in the Negaverse she was supposed to patch up whatever comrade came to her, but whatever supplies she used were those that she was able to buy or procure herself. Needless to say, that got quite expensive after a while.

Finally, there was the small fact that Nyasa just didn't like most civilians. They were ignorant at best and annoying at worst. They didn't understand that there was a war waging in their city, didn't appreciate the fact that they were lucky to be alive. No, they just went about their lives, trying to keep things as "normal" as possible and expecting other to do the same. It was particularly difficult for Nyasa to do so since she didn't care about "normal." She didn't care if people liked her and she had no desire to conform to their idea of how a "normal" person should act. She wasn't normal, she was a soldier of the Negaverse, forced to masquerade amongst the sheep.

One night had proven particualrly trying. She attended a meeting of the Dark Disciples, a gang she had infiltrated. Once there she had been interrogated about the hitman - Mica - that she knew. They asked her how she knew "him" - the idiots didn't know that she was the hitman - and how they could get ahold of "him" directly. It was obvious that they were trying to get rid of the middle man. She had managed to bluff her way out, but had been unable to keep her ire in check. As soon as she left the meeting she took to the streets, looking for energy. Five victims were drained that night and one suffered from a broken nose. Their pockets were all picked and Mica spent the rest of the night and part of the early morning arguing with pawn shop workers, trying to get a hold of supplies for the idea General Zinkenite had floated.

The next day at work it was like a youma had replaced her boss. The man was snarling at everyone, snapping at them for being late, looking "unprofessional," or slacking. When Nyasa didn't look properly cowed, all of his attention focused on her.

" And you! You're the worst! Disrespectful You- !"

Nyasa had had enough. She stood up abruptly, and coldy eununciated two words:

" I. Quit."