Rayla is walking in the streets minding her own business when she overhears someone speaking in a worried tone of voice while she passed near a Convenience Store.
Store Clerk: Oh my…Maybe I should just quit before they get to me…
Boss: You really have nothing to worry about. I’ve already reported this to the police, so you’ll be fine.
Store Clerk: I don’t know sir…
Boss: But I know for sure you’ll be fine, no go back to the counter right now, time is money!
Store Clerk: Maybe I should just pray…
Rayla: (This looks pretty serious...I should ask what is going on.
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Substory Jingle**
Party Time JobRayla: Excuse me…sir…
Store Clerk: WAH! Y-Yes…?
Music:
Substory ThemeRayla: (Wow, he looks pretty distressed…) Don’t worry, I won’t bite.
Store Clerk: Whew…Thank goodness…Sorry, I’ll be at the counter right away.
Rayla: Wait a minute, I’m not a client. I’m just here to ask why you look so troubled…
Store Clerk: It’s nothing much…Just that I’m not doing very well in terms of money.
Rayla: Pretty sure the police don’t have anything to do with your money.
Store Clerk: So you heard me talking huh? If so then please, don’t insist…I don’t want involve someone else in this…
Rayla: I may not look like it, but I can fare well in a fight if that’s the issue.
Store Clerk: But still…wait…I think I know who you are.
Rayla: (Maybe I should’ve just outright told him who I am then…) Yep, I’m the one and only Ralya.
Store Clerk: THE HOLY HA-
Rayla: Please don’t call me that. Its sounds so silly…
Store Clerk: Oh…I’m so sorry…
Rayla: Right then…I assume you incurred the wrath of some random thug.
Store Clerk: You got that right. I’ve stopped him from shop-lifting, then he promised to bring in his pals to thrash the place and shank me in the ribs.
Rayla: Urgh...That's going to far. Welp, I got the gist of it, you can count on me to help out.
Store Clerk: But…won’t they know that you’re here? I mean, you are pretty famous around Spring Zone.
Rayla: Yeah…you got a point; they’ll just run in sight and come back later when I’m not around. If I want to catch them, it has to be by surprise.
Store Clerk: With your reputation, someone who's watching the area will most certainly warn them of your presence if you hide somewhere nearby.
Rayla: Hmmm…This does bring up a problem…
Store Clerk: Ah! I just thought of something. Come inside for a bit.
Rayla: Okay.
**Music fades out**
She follows the clerk, and then enters a room inside the store.
Store Clerk: You see, just this week, we opened up a spot for party-time jobs. If you disguise as one of our employees, then you’ll be able to blend in just fine.
Rayla: Sounds good.
Store Clerk: However, I’m going to have you to untie your hair. We don’t exactly have any spare uniforms right now as we usually order them to fit the size of the one we hired.
Rayla: (Un-untie my hair?) It’s okay, I can use my Student Uniform, it will work just a fine.
Store Clerk: Can’t wait to see their reactions when you reveal yourself!
Rayla: (The excitement is just through the room with him. Not that this is a bad thing or anything.)
Rayla: Well then, time to put our plan into motion.
Boss: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! THERE A CLIENTS WAITING AT THE COUNTER!!!
Store Clerk: Coming!
Rayla: (Give him a little discount…He was pretty terrified a while back.)
Moments later, Rayla leaves the room with her hair undone.
Store Clerk: Oh my! You look like an entirely different person.
Rayla: So…What should I do?
Store Clerk: Let’s see…Go check the expiration date of the products over there and replace them if needed.
Rayla: Got it!
After some time, a gang of thugs arrive.
Thug 1: Hey hey hey! Remember me old pal!
Clerk: I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to…You’re that hoodlum that tried to steal from this store.
Music:
Tension Track Suddenly, the gang members all laughed in unison.
Thug 2: Man! Just look at him bro! The boy is trying to play tough.
Clerk: Pretty sure I’m older than you.
Thug 1: Yep…And I’m going to enjoy spilling his guts on the ground.
Clerk: C’mon! Go on ahead! Shank me down like you told me you told me you would do!
Thug 3: Now this punk is just being suicidal. Bro, I think he deserves a slow death.
Thug 1: As much as I want to…We can’t stay here for long. Remember, The Holy Hammer might catch us If we just play around.
Clerk: Yeah, you guys better be afraid! She’ll make you wish you never crossed her path.
Thug 1: That does it…Killing you right now.
He went for the stab, however, he saw that the knife was missing from his hand. Then, he felt his head being grabbed, and then he has tossed towards his gang. They all gasped in horror, guessing the girl who just showed up was Rayla.
Rayla: Would be nice if you stopped egging them on...
Clerk: You're here. I just couldn't lose such an opportunity when I can get away with it.
Rayla: Well, you had your moment of satisfaction at least...Now then gentlemen, let’s head outside.
Thug 1: Guess we have no choice…Alright boys, let’s let her have it!
Gang: YES!!!
Clerk: Show them whose boss.
Rayla: I’ll make sure of that.
As they get out, Rayla was having some trouble tying her hair without a mirror.
Rayla: Oh man...I haven't done this in a while...
Thug 1: Are you screwing with us or something?
Rayla: Don't mind me, you can attack first if you want. I don't really care for old-school chivalry.
Music:
Isolated FightThug 2: You asked for it then...HAAAAA!!!
He went for a flying kick, Rayla sidestepped from it. Then, she started to dodge a multitude of attacks while making them trip and running into walls.
Thug 3: Urgh...
Rayla: Almost there...
Thug 1: *pulls another knife* You're friggin dead!
Rayla: Tch...This is such a drag...
The thug goes for an attack, but Rayla
does a spin kick that sends the knife away.Thug 1: No way!
Rayla: And done! Whew...thought that was going to take forever.
Thug 1: Crap!
Rayla: And now...it's my turn!
She picks up one of the downed thugs,
then spins him around, hitting his other friends and launching him away in the process.Thug 1: We're being demolished...
Rayla: ...
Thug 1: Urgh...TAKE THIS!!!
He goes for a punch, but is hit in the gut instead with a kick. The gang members were all laying on the ground in pain. Their leader was barely standing after the beating.
Thug: Dammit…Why didn’t someone warn us of this?
Rayla: Promise me that you’ll never come back here again.
Thug: Tch…
Rayla: What’s that? Maybe the first beating wasn’t good enough of a message.
Thug: O-Okay…we got it…We’re gone! Scramble! Out of here for good…Is that okay?
Rayla: If I hear that you guys have been stirring trouble again, I’ll make sure you’ll never come back to this city. Threatening someone’s life is no joke and it is not to be taken lighly. Now get out of my sight!
They all flee in terror from her, the Clerk and the Boss comes out of the store.
Music:
Conclusion TrackBoss: Seems like my trust in the police force was misplaced…Guess I owe an apology to my employee.
Clerk: You were still worried about me when you called them, so no need to apologize.
Boss: I see…
Clerk: Anyway, thank you very much for saving me Rayla. You’re as much as a legend as they talk about.
Rayla: I’m no legend…I just like helping people.
Clerk: Anyway...Boss, Can I give her some money?
Boss: Be my guest.
Rayla: Oh please…I don’t really it...No need for rewards
Boss: In that case, take this money as payment for your excellent party-time job. Who knows, if you come back here again, maybe you’ll be a better cashier than my employee over here.
Clerk: B-Boss…
Boss: It’s the truth…This is not the first time you’ll leave it unattended because of you being such a worrywart.
Rayla: Hihihi! Well then, I guess I can accept this payment.
Boss: Thanks, and comeback soon. We’ll throw in a discount if you ever show up.
Rayla: I’ll make sure to remember that.
As she leaves, she starts thinking to herself.
Rayla: (These people still somewhat believe in the police force…But even if they are good people in the force, their efforts are hindered by the corrupt ones.)
Rayla: (Mister Clerk, good luck on your job.)
Rayla: (Now that I think about it…I never caught his name.)
Rayla: Oh well…Maybe some other time.
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End of Substory*