Yay, Time to Steal a Passport!(Job/Solo)

Yuzuki hurried down the main street of Hargeon, dodging insults fisherman and citizens threw at her as she knocked over rubble, paint pails, and toolboxes on her way. It was a place that brought back rather bad memories, some which she wanted to forget. However, forgetting in this situation wasn't going to be easy. The semi-fey glanced down at the blue shark-shaped scar left on her hand, and sweat dripped down her face as she remembered the excruciating pain she had gone through, getting that. It had only been her past experiences with painful stuff that she had managed to keep her cool while getting it, and now it left a bad feeling in her stomach as she looked at it.

Looking around her at all the people trying to rebuild after the horrible ocean attack that had killed millions of innocents, Yuzuki scowled, and looked downwards, a shadow crossing her face. No. She was not going to help. She served herself only, for dealing with others would only get herself or someone else hurt. Maybe coming here to steal herself a passport wasn't such a good idea after all. She sighed, and gazed up at the drizzling rain, which had begun to fall a while ago. Ugh... Water.

The memories had left her with a bad impression on water, and she avoided the ocean as much as possible. She didn't want to feel that feral fear anymore, she wanted to feel content, she wanted to play pranks on people, not go through this! With a yell, she kicked someone's lunch out into the sea. There. Now she felt better. Ignoring the enraged shouts behind her, she continued on to get herself a passport.

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The line was astonishing. It stretched all over Hargeon, filled with people in rags, holding children and some crying. The semi-fey guessed immediately that these were victims of the huge attack. They probably wanted to get as far away as possible from the Place, getting passports to travel. After all, places like Bellum and Midi could be considered much, much safer in terms of chaotic magic. Bellum was completely magic free, and no one dares go against the emperor of Midi with his incredible magic power and stalwart samurai.

A small grin creeping over her face for the first time today, the moonfire mage awoke the stored moonlight in her tattoo. Silver threads swirled out from the crescent mark, sneaking out from under her sleeve. As the threads wove a complicated pattern around Yuzuki, they would glow an unearthly light. Finally, they tightened down on her, the whole netting shrinking until the semi-fey had completely disappeared from sight. Invisible, the thief hurried up to the front, narrowly dodging people all the way. Yuzuki glanced at all of the passports, knowing she would have to make her own. Taking one of the small booklets, she sat down nearby to see how to fill it out.

The woman seemed to write down name, age, occupation, a quick criminal record, guild, and that was about it. Now, Yuzuki had to put in false answers, saying Tsubasa Fujimura was her name, she was 14, she was a mage, clear record, and the guild of Lamia Scale. There. Now, it was complete and she could travel to distant countries with ease. Mission accomplished.

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