If anything was for sure, it was that if she wanted to join a guild and travel the world, Gazette needed to get herself a passport. Otherwise, she wasn't going to be able to go very far. She wasn't even sure she could travel to other nations, let alone accept jobs there, without one. She couldn't do much outside of her own town without a passport, so it'd kinda be useless leaving without one anyway. She wanted to join a guild, and she wanted to travel the world, so a passport was necessary. The line she was facing however, seemed a bit gruesome.
The line was long, and she was feeling a bit impatient, but she couldn't exactly make things go quicker, so she dug into her knapsack and pulled out a book. She began reading, and before she knew it, she was halfway through the line! Time flew by while she was reading, a few times she didn't even notice the line moving until someone behind her nudged her to get a move on. They'd have probably cut in front of her if not for the velvet ropes. She was thankful for them, because it let her enjoy her book while waiting, a true blessing.
A few more chapters, and she was all the way at the front, being eyed up and down by some rather rude looking man. He didn't say anything for a minute, and it made her really nervous, and sort of gave her the creeps. She wasn't sure he was even doing anything than checking her out, and that kind of made her mad. She was about to say something, then the man called out, "Name?"
"Uhm... Gazette Oshiro."[/color] She squealed faintly, her voice hardly carrying any weight compared to the man's.
"Are you planning on traveling for business, or pleasure?" He asked, still writing her name down on a clipboard.
"B- business, sir." She replied, still a bit shaken by his gaze and intimidating voice. She instinctively gave a small bow when she said sir, though she in no way meant to, the guy was a creep, and she didn't want to show him respect. He finished scribbling something down on a piece of paper and looked up.
"So you're what, some kind of mage?" He said with an arrogant smirk that screamed 'I'm probably a better one than you.'. She gave a faint nod and cleared her throat, not seeing the relevance to the question. He continued the snide grin, not writing anything more down.
"Iron Maker Magic, would you like to see?" She suggested innocently, her true motives hidden. He sat the clipboard down on the table in between them.
"Sign here, then show me what you've got, doll face." He chuckled, a creepy, half-toothless grin coming across his face. She resisted the urge to gag, and signed her name, swearing the information she was giving out was correct. There was a small flash as her picture was taken. She turned to the man who'd been giving her the creepy look and nodded.
"Right, as promised." She smirked, bringing her hands together. With a quick flick of her wrist she shouted, "Iron Make: Chains!" Out from her fingers shot iron chains, wrapping the creep up, squeezing the air out of him. She grimaced and shouted, "Next time you start checking out a young girl, perv, how bout you make sure she can't kick your butt first!" She barked, pulling back on the chains and thrashing downwards, crashing the man through the table.
Her passport had been stamped and approved sitting on the table. As the man crashed down, her passport came flying through the air. She snatched it mid-flight and gave the man an innocent wink, bringing her index and middle finger into a peace sign by her winking eye, "Thanks for the help, doll face." She mocked, turning and leaving the creep to explain the mess to his superiors.
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The line was long, and she was feeling a bit impatient, but she couldn't exactly make things go quicker, so she dug into her knapsack and pulled out a book. She began reading, and before she knew it, she was halfway through the line! Time flew by while she was reading, a few times she didn't even notice the line moving until someone behind her nudged her to get a move on. They'd have probably cut in front of her if not for the velvet ropes. She was thankful for them, because it let her enjoy her book while waiting, a true blessing.
A few more chapters, and she was all the way at the front, being eyed up and down by some rather rude looking man. He didn't say anything for a minute, and it made her really nervous, and sort of gave her the creeps. She wasn't sure he was even doing anything than checking her out, and that kind of made her mad. She was about to say something, then the man called out, "Name?"
"Uhm... Gazette Oshiro."[/color] She squealed faintly, her voice hardly carrying any weight compared to the man's.
"Are you planning on traveling for business, or pleasure?" He asked, still writing her name down on a clipboard.
"B- business, sir." She replied, still a bit shaken by his gaze and intimidating voice. She instinctively gave a small bow when she said sir, though she in no way meant to, the guy was a creep, and she didn't want to show him respect. He finished scribbling something down on a piece of paper and looked up.
"So you're what, some kind of mage?" He said with an arrogant smirk that screamed 'I'm probably a better one than you.'. She gave a faint nod and cleared her throat, not seeing the relevance to the question. He continued the snide grin, not writing anything more down.
"Iron Maker Magic, would you like to see?" She suggested innocently, her true motives hidden. He sat the clipboard down on the table in between them.
"Sign here, then show me what you've got, doll face." He chuckled, a creepy, half-toothless grin coming across his face. She resisted the urge to gag, and signed her name, swearing the information she was giving out was correct. There was a small flash as her picture was taken. She turned to the man who'd been giving her the creepy look and nodded.
"Right, as promised." She smirked, bringing her hands together. With a quick flick of her wrist she shouted, "Iron Make: Chains!" Out from her fingers shot iron chains, wrapping the creep up, squeezing the air out of him. She grimaced and shouted, "Next time you start checking out a young girl, perv, how bout you make sure she can't kick your butt first!" She barked, pulling back on the chains and thrashing downwards, crashing the man through the table.
Her passport had been stamped and approved sitting on the table. As the man crashed down, her passport came flying through the air. She snatched it mid-flight and gave the man an innocent wink, bringing her index and middle finger into a peace sign by her winking eye, "Thanks for the help, doll face." She mocked, turning and leaving the creep to explain the mess to his superiors.
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