Roses are red, and there are no violets [Job | Solo]

Vargas had not gotten on a boat ever since he had come to Fiore, given his previous status as a stow-away. However, after a couple of weeks, he had finally decided to go legit and got his passport, so access to vehicles was open to him... if he had the money to pay the fees. After all, one only earned so much from D-Ranked jobs, specially from the one he was embarking on at that very moment. 250 Jewels was pocket money, but still, he did it for the contacts he might be able to make when doing so. He had the feeling that something was bound to happen sooner or later that would get his service business to the next level; all he had to do at that moment was getting stronger, and also building a good network of contacts. The Seig, on the boat he had picked from Hargeon Port, was now heading to Lavanitr in order to retrieve some Lacrima-based roses, or something like that.

At any rate, the boat did not take that long to get to the port in question; in fact, it had been way faster than Vargas's previous trip... although that might been due to him spending the previous one in a crate that was not prepared to accomodate a human being. He wondered what kind of beasts would be lurking down, deep in the ocean. Lost in thought, and thanks to the chilling breeze of the outer seas, the Seig arrived to Lavanitr, curious about what he would find there, other than the crate. He had no idea that it was the territory of Black Rose; he had simply come to pick a couple flowers from a nearby shop.

After asking for a couple directions, the white haired male quickly got to the designated shop, named Larry and Company. It was a rather strange name for such a business, but he then remembered that his didn't even have one, so he decided to bite his tongue and not do any snark with it. Picking the previously prepared crate with the lacrima items and got out of the store, loading it on his right shoulder.

It wasn't that heavy, at least not for him, though perhaps he had gotten stronger ever since he left home.

With the crate on his shoulder, the male walked back to the ship without any trouble whatsoever. It seemed that the guards didn't suspect anything, not like he was planning to do something illegal anyways. Still, they probably either did not notice him, or just did not feel like questioning what was inside the box. Dismissing a pointless train of thoughts, the Seig focused on returning fast so he would not get lost along the way, which was something that tended to happen if he wandered around while pondering things.

Once he got back to the harbor, he simply dropped the crate in front of the boat so someone would load it and put it with the rest of the imports from Lavanitr; he'd worry about delivering it to their rightful owner afterwards. Once that was done, the Seig took a deep breath and went aboard the ship again. All payment had been given previously; he was nothing more than a pair of arms, hired to take the crate from store to port. It was actually a bit insulting for him, but hey, easy money and the chance to get his name to spread a bit more? Like hell he was going to say no to that.

The return trip was nothing out of the ordinary, and held absolutely no difference to the previous one, except for the fact that they were going backwards. In a way, it was nice to be at peace for once, but Vargas needed action in his life. Otherwise, he'd find himself leaning on the main deck, sighing as he hoped that some kind of monster would come out of the surface or anything, perhaps run into a group of pirates led by one with a straw hat, or hell, anything to shake off that feeling of boredom.

-I need to move a bit. Seriously, any kind of exercise would do... -he muttered to himself in frustration, feeling the dust accumulate on his bones. Afterwards he'd probably go off to look for a job that involved doing some creature killing, like that time with the skelletons. That had been a pain, but at least, it also had been tons of fun for Vargas, not like his most recent task. Picking a crate with flowers... Really?

After they got back to Hargeon Town, the Devil's Arms user took the Lacrima roses to their rightful owner and also gave him a visit card, so if he had any trouble, he could send him a request directly to his business page. Everything said and done, he wandered off, seeking a tavern to have a beer before continuing with his job streak.

[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]