Earthland & Beyond! [Job]

✖"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword"✖

Vendors were having a field day today. With the throngs upon throngs of people swirling through Rose Garden to attain a passport. Fiore was a big enough country that most never really felt trapped inside its borders, but when the call rang forth that the borders of the country had opened to the rest of Earthland... Well, it seemed that everyone and their mother suddenly had a reason to go on vacation. A soft sigh would slip from perfectly polished lips as the sun glittered over Rose Garden's multi-colored skyline. It must be nice to travel with your family... The woman watched as a little boy with dark brown hair threw a temper tantrum when his mother wouldn't buy him one of the thousands of toys being displayed around him. A little chuckle escaped those polished lips now.

Or maybe not.




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✖"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword"✖

These lines were ridiculous! Instead of risking a bunion growth standing in that line, Skylar sat off to the side of the registration stand that had been set up by the local Rune Knight contingent. There were four lines and each were as long as the eye could see! Kids holding onto their parents hands, teenagers standing uncomfortably close to their benefactors. The strawberry-blonde could even spot a plethora of old folks dotting the line. Perhaps visiting a different country was on a lot of people's bucket lists after all. Skylar sunk lower in her comfy chair and sipped her mango fruit smoothie. She hadn't even bought it herself. Some unknown suitor had came up to her and offered to buy it for her. She accepted, of course, and flashed him a winning smile when she lied and told him she was married. She didn't feel bad for lying to him.

After all, he was too. The tan line on his ring finger was too obvious.





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✖"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword"✖

About thirty minutes had passed and her smoothie was long gone while this damn line only seemed to be getting longer. The cafe owner had came over twice and asked if Skylar wanted anything else and she'd told him no each time as she watched the lines with her chin in her palm. She could take a hint. With all these potential customers running around right in front of his store, an occupied seat that wasn't generating revenue was just a wasted opportunity. Skylar looked around then and noticed that pretty much all the restaurants lining this street were like that. People either dropped out of the line to go eat or got their passport and scurried off to find somewhere to eat. Polished lips curled into a smile.

She had an idea!






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✖"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword"✖

Metallic grey eyes narrowed and concentrated. Skylar's line of sight was focused on every oven in her point of view. Slowly, no one would notice right away, Skylar spread her telekinesis forth and gradually the knobs on each stove began turning to their highest settings. Skylar smiled just a bit more before looking away, disengaging her magic. It only took a sequence of seconds before frantic yells began coming from the direction of each open-air kitchen on the boulevard. They were small pan fires, but the synchronicity and amount of the sudden flares caught the attention of every person in line. As the calls of fire spread through them, the children caught panic and rushed off, their parents going after them, and the teenagers after them. There had been no damage done but the lines were deserted now.





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✖"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword"✖

Polished lips smirked happily as the intended effect happened and happened fast. Skylar watched with amusement as the people in the lines rushed by her lonesome little cafe table as if she never existed. And to them, she probably didn't. They were too busy running along to notice anything. Once most of the people were gone, the strawberry-blonde woman finished off her smoothie and got to her feet. She caught the eye over the cafe owner and smiled innocently at her. He probably suspected something or another but he'd never be able to connect Skylar to what just happened. How could he?

With that, the woman strolled over to the now deserted tables and chose one at random. A black-haired man looked up at her with a sheepish smile. She returned it with her own elegant one.

"Skylar Shikon. I'd like a passport, please."





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