iLac [Job]

Dimaria was not the techiest person, but she heard about the release of a communication device called an iLac. It sounded like a cute little gadget, something that Dimaria would want in her possession. And so she travelled from her home in a distant town to this location called the Neutral Grounds in which magic did not work. Strange. She wondered how they kept the magic out. It was not the best idea for wizards who only knew how to use their magic to venture into this area unarmed, but Dimaria was armed with all the martial arts in the word, so that meant that she did not necessarily need magic to save herself if something were to happen to her here in the Neutral Grounds. As casually as someone could be, the Stark girl looked around, wondering if everyone here was actually here to get the iLac as well. She did not bother to ask. If they were, she would find out. But the problem was, she did not know where the iLac was supposed to be collected. For example with the Passport, she was told to go straight to the ports, where she collected it without problem. This time she had no idea where she was supposed to get it. Maybe she needed to ask around after all. With a dissatisfied frown, she tapped on the shoulder of a man who was sitting peacefully on a wooden box while smoking. Dimaria hoped he was not going to kill her or something because he had just as mean of a look as her. He stood up, even towering above the tall Stark girl, his muscular figure making him seem like a giant. He asked her what she wanted.

“Can you tell me where I can collect my iLac?” she asked, trying to sound as innocent as she could. The man huffed then pointed at a building that was kind of like in the middle of the place. She nodded and said her thanks before hurrying towards the building. She did not want to waste her time in district like this. She did not like the look that the man gave her earlier. So she entered the building, telling the girl at the entrance that she was here for an iLac. The girl would then direct her further into the building, towards a certain desk with a woman sitting behind it, a pair of large spectacles resting on her nose. She looked like a very busy woman, with a bunch of paperwork on her desk. Dimaria wondered if she might get angry at her for disturbing. “Hello, I’m here for an iLac,” she told the lady who then raised her eyes to meet Dimaria’s, the nodded, asking her to fill out a form that she pulled out and gave her a pen. Dimaria did as told, then gave it to her. Once the lady was done checking some things on the form that was just filled, she nodded and brought out a lacrima device and handed it to Lynn. That was it? Just take it and leave? Lovely. So she did just that. Took the iLac and left, holding it carefully all throughout her way back home. She was scared it might be stolen from her.