To Earthland and Beyond

Job Title: Too Earthland...And Beyond!

Rank: D

Player Requirements: Must be at least D-Rank and have joined a Guild. If you've joined a Dark Guild, you must claim too be from one of the Light Guilds or your passport will not be issued. If you wish, you can buy a Passport for 5k at the end of the Job regardless of Guild affiliation.

Job Requirements: 5 posts. 100 words per post.

Job Location: Hargeon Town or Rose Garden

Job Description: A huge line of bustling people are going nuts in front of the Docks, it looks like Wall Street on a bad day. Families, children, old folks attempting to go on vacation; everyone's clamoring for a Passport! Count Sparrow and the Magic Council have reopened Fiore's borders to outsiders, and in turn, have opened the borders too Seven, Bosco, and Minstrel as a show of peace.

Fiore, along with Bellum and Seven has always produced some of the most skilled wizards in all of Earthland; and so, the Magic Council has decided to offer the services of our wizards here in Fiore abroad in other Nations (for a hefty fee of course!); obtain your passport! Cut in line! Or wait in line! Do whatever is necessary! Because people are going crazy trying to get their entire families Passports registered!

Enemies: (None)

Reward: Passport (Access to International Jobs and Casual RPing in Other Nations)

“....”

It still felt weird being in the guild and Leivinia honestly wasn’t sure if it was something she would get used to or not. From what she had heard, this wasn’t even the rowdiest guild. She thought that was hard to believe as she watched insults and fists being flung around the room like they were hot potatoes.

“.............”

That was why she found herself staring at the job board, away from the ruckus. But which job should she choose? That was the question floating around her mind. Once it was made clear this wasn’t going anywhere, she turned her head nearly 180 degrees and honed her eyes in on the hapless victim known as Eliot. He just happened to be the one closest by.

“Choose a job for us to go on,” she instructed without giving a choice in the matter.

Eliot Malpirg had just gotten back from his previous job. A hapless little quest to reign in some chickens. Except the job had not gone exactly as it had been broadcast. No, there had only been one chicken and it had rivaled his own height. He slumped onto a chair and let out a large sigh of relief, finally finding time to relax. “Well it could have been a lot worse.” He said pleasantly, shrugging his shoulders and leaning back.

But he would get no time to rest. The shrill voice of Leivinia tore him from his momentary rest and caused him to sit upright drastically. His head turned slowly to look at the younger girl, standing before him with all the pride of a princess. Maybe she was one, he didn’t know. He wasn’t exactly fond of the girl…

But she did offer the opportunity to do another job. And if he was going to master his magic…

“Alright.” He said, rising from the chair and bee-lining it to the job board. Without a second thought (or even a glance) he grabbed one of the sheets and held it out to her. “This one.”

And it was those two words which spiraled them into this fiery brimstone called Hell. Or more accurately, Hargeon Town. The town itself was nice. The weather was temperate and the locals were kind, just like many places in Fiore. Or at least, Leivinia assumed. She hadn’t been to many places in Fiore. No, the reason Eliot had brought them down to Hell was because of the job he had chosen. Grab a passport? It definitely seemed easy enough, but the line had to have been at least a billion miles long! Well, it was in Leivinia’s mind. “Let me cut you,” she offered to the Iron Dragon Slayer in a sincere tone.

Why did he have to pick this job?

Hargeon Town was so south of Clover Town. In relative terms it was only a few miles but that meant they had to take the boat across the lake and a cart to the town. And that just didn’t sit well with the young Dragon Slayer, prompting his cheeks to swell and his stomach to toil and tumble.

He still wasn’t feeling great as they shuffled into line. He was surprised by the sheer amount of people that had clamored to get their own passports. Why was this a job again?

Leivinia tried to get his attention, asking to take his place. “I’m literally one spot ahead of you. And I’m really not that much closer than you.”

What a sad truth.

The girl with blonde hair and blue eyes tilted her head as if not grasping some fundamental law that the Dragon Slayer was explaining. “You’re much closer,” she suggested as she pointed ahead. In the hands of a middle-aged man there was a single passport which was their ticket out of here.

“Daaaaaad,” one of his autistic children whined. “Why did you only get one passport? You always do this. Mom said you had to take me.” Rubbing his temples, the man let out an exaggerated sigh. He almost didn’t notice the 12 year old standing very close to him.

“May I see that just for a second?” she asked. “I want to see what it looks like.” Technically, that wasn’t a lie. With slight hesitation the man handed it over and Leivinia grasped it in her hands. A small magic circle coalesced around her wrist and milky strands of Dark Matter enveloped the passport, hungrily imprinting over every crevice and corner. Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the Dark Matter slunk back into its owner’s hands.

“See? You were like, right there.” Two passports sprung from her palms signifying that their mission was complete.