Clad in a Prussian blue business suit with a black dress shirt beneath Dederik adeptly balanced a bakery box in his left hand while his right idly flipped through a small folder of personal documents, all three of them. Ever since his arrival in Fiora a half a year ago and his acceptance into the Rune Knights he had been using his passport from the continent across the ocean, something that was certainly not going to be acceptable for travel in other nations that had the populace largely ignorant of them. The only reason why he had even been allowed in the country for this long without proper identification was because he managed to pass off the story of having amnesia to the right people and they took pity on him.
“Vey did I have to come on such a busy day.” The youthful looking foreign said outloud as his red gaze swept across the long line along the side walk, he hadn’t even gotten in line yet and he could even see it stretching around a corner down the block. “Well, this IS why I brought the cake.” He thought to himself with a sly smile as a hand reached up to gently run through his short, white hair. After all everyone loved a birthday party, and never questioned the cake deliverer. All it would take would be a stride of confidence and while all the other fools were standing around like sheep the wolf would cut down on hours of waiting.
The normally I don’t care about anything expression he wore was instead replaced with the face of a person of determination, confidence, someone with a mission to do more important than the people around him. With his aura of superiority and purpose combined with the social respect a suit always empowered a person with he strode past the line of people, cutting dozens of people with stride after stride as he carefully carried the bakery box in his hand. The few people who truly became upset with him and about to cause a scene were silenced with a hard stare and quick flash of his Rune Knight identification, never once did someone dare speak up and ask how that was relevant.
It was the very same trick he pulled when he first joined the military back home. A uniform, commanding aura, and box or other visible item of some kind that appeared as if it could be delivered were all it took to get past the sheep populace. With his strategy he made his way all the way to the nearest desk to obtain a passport. Placing the box down on the table he grinned down at the old man before him.
The moment the box opened the candles in the birthday cake flared to life from the minor enchantment that came with the cake as the music for a birthday song started to play. Dederik’s voice was the first to begin singing confidently, it only took two heart beats later for more customers to start singing until the entire room was taking part in it. It was only after the song ended and his paperwork filled out that he realized why the old man was smiling so much, it was his actual birthday and last day until retirement.
The trick always works.
557/500
“Vey did I have to come on such a busy day.” The youthful looking foreign said outloud as his red gaze swept across the long line along the side walk, he hadn’t even gotten in line yet and he could even see it stretching around a corner down the block. “Well, this IS why I brought the cake.” He thought to himself with a sly smile as a hand reached up to gently run through his short, white hair. After all everyone loved a birthday party, and never questioned the cake deliverer. All it would take would be a stride of confidence and while all the other fools were standing around like sheep the wolf would cut down on hours of waiting.
The normally I don’t care about anything expression he wore was instead replaced with the face of a person of determination, confidence, someone with a mission to do more important than the people around him. With his aura of superiority and purpose combined with the social respect a suit always empowered a person with he strode past the line of people, cutting dozens of people with stride after stride as he carefully carried the bakery box in his hand. The few people who truly became upset with him and about to cause a scene were silenced with a hard stare and quick flash of his Rune Knight identification, never once did someone dare speak up and ask how that was relevant.
It was the very same trick he pulled when he first joined the military back home. A uniform, commanding aura, and box or other visible item of some kind that appeared as if it could be delivered were all it took to get past the sheep populace. With his strategy he made his way all the way to the nearest desk to obtain a passport. Placing the box down on the table he grinned down at the old man before him.
The moment the box opened the candles in the birthday cake flared to life from the minor enchantment that came with the cake as the music for a birthday song started to play. Dederik’s voice was the first to begin singing confidently, it only took two heart beats later for more customers to start singing until the entire room was taking part in it. It was only after the song ended and his paperwork filled out that he realized why the old man was smiling so much, it was his actual birthday and last day until retirement.
The trick always works.
557/500
