Cameraman Never Dies

Judge walked through the grand halls of the backwater bank's Limdon branch. The decorations were all mostly wood, the floor was made with black and white checkered tiles and red carpets on the paths.

Many crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, Judge counted five, but there was definitely more. Without standing around and marveling at its beauty as many people did, Judge checked the coupon he received and waited for a bank teller to call his number.

Soon, the first call for coupon "B35" was made, and he swiftly made his way toward the free bank teller.

"Good morning Sir, how may I be of service to you?" The teller was not intimidated by his presence, this was because there was some basic combat prowess required for bank employees due to places like the bank being a criminal magnet.

"Good day to you too mister, I require assistance in opening a new bank account" Judge answered, his deep voice adding to the authoritative presence.

"Documents," The teller seemed pleased with his behavior, this was because of his tone which indirectly conveyed the fact that he knew how things worked around here. This was a relief from the usual customers whom he needed to hold their hands through every procedure.

Judge understood what he meant, he reached for his leather purse. The leather was made from the hide of a monster called Vargash, a giant boar with skin as hard as iron and highly sought after due to the high market price for most of its parts, especially the hide, which was as tough as its high price.

He quickly opened it, pulled out the fresh Eldris Citizen identity card, and handed it over to the worker.

The teller looked through the card's details and promptly slid it into a 'large but not ridiculously large' cardholder with only one lonely place for a single card, as if it were designed for the most important card in the world— one so exclusive that it took a mansion to live in— you know, like one of those pointless luxury items where the designers ran out of ideas and just made everything unnecessarily huge, as if the size of the box somehow adds to the value.

Both of them waited silently for the process to be completed after closing the lid. It did not take long as the lid opened with a click and a ~ding~ sound. Judge heaved a sigh of relief as if it somehow relieved him of his boredom, the teller did not waste much time as he quickly pulled out a paper and put it on the typewriter, filling in the details.

click click click

The silence ensued with only the sound of printing letters ringing in Judge's ears. There were countless noises as it was a public place, but his only focus was the typewriter and the paper it was printing on.

Soon, the sound of typing was finished as the teller took the paper and put it inside another box, but this time, the box time was over quickly. The next step was to register Judge's ether, and that was as quick as injecting a tiny bit of his ether into the ether frequency recorder.

"Deposit," The bank teller said in a demanding yet polite tone, it was as if asking Judge to figure out the rest. But he did not complain as he knew there was not an ounce of disrespect in his voice if anything at all, he was seen as a better literate person than most of the customers by this worker.

Judge pulled out three hundred sten notes, two fifty sten notes, and ten of ten sten notes. (I actually wanted to say "Ten ten sten notes", but that's hella confusing) After purposefully counting it in front of the teller and acting a little careless, he had successfully built the image of being a rich person with too much money to spare.

The teller took his money without so much care and wrote a receipt for five hundred stens and handed it over to Dorian Caine, who tipped his hoodie (Because of course, he did not have a top hat) and left quietly after taking back his identity card.

Right after leaving, Judge went back inside and went to the counter that said "Withdrawals / Deposits". He went behind the queue behind the seven counters.

A substantial amount of time had passed since taking out money was not as quick as back when he was on earth and had technological backing. Soon, he found himself in front of the wall that had a card slot, a number pad, a slot for the money to be withdrawn, a space to deposit money, and a stone for recognizing the ether of the owner.

One could also use a catalyst containing ether and their card to withdraw money from banks. But it was still safe since the owner had to willingly provide their ether for the catalyst if anyone needed to make money.
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Judge placed the card in the respective slot, injected a minute amount of ether into the stone, and typed in the amount of money he needed.

Money soon came out of the long, rectangular slot and Judge took his card and the money back. The money he now had totaled fifty sten, all in change. He now had enough money to do whatever he wanted without worrying about the change.

But a sudden thought struck him, this was a pretty populated area, so most businesses wouldn't have any difficulties in providing him with changes for ten sten, even though most products or services did not cost that much, they still make that much in a single day.

He sighed, the weighty realization that he had endured an hour-long ordeal for the smallest denomination possible, struck him like that volume on how to understand women. After all that, he could have saved himself the trouble and just gone straight to lunch.

He sighed again and went to eat his favorite food after a long day of starving.