To Earthland... And Beyond! {Job}

It has been a long and painful road. One that forced a man to take up weapons and don a frightening facade. But today, he finally comes to terms with the things that have caused his despair. She was gone... he had to accept that, and it was after five long years that he could finally bring himself to say that.


Norva had already foraged through Fiore... she was nowhere to be found. Hargeon Town, Magnolia Town, Oak Town, Talonia, Era, the Ace of Spades, Terra Ignis... the list went on. Nothing... And the damned law enforcement didn't even put forth the effort to search in his stead. They barely extended passed the point of Oshibana... pathetic. It's as if they were mocking him, laughing in his face as the bandits took her away.

Norva shook his head free of the invading thoughts. His eyes stung behind the dark green lenses of his mask as he pulled his hood over his head. He would find her... he wouldn't allow himself to give up, not after the things he's done. Rose Garden's warm illuminated lights casted dark shadows under his hood, and many people stared at him as he walked down the street. The woman wasn't in Fiore, so Norva would instead search every other known land on the godforsaken planet. To do that, he would have to get a passport... of which he was in Rose Garden to obtain.

After an hour of walking through the bumbling city, Norva arrived at the docks. There was no shortage of people, as all the docks were filled with families and groups pushing for passports. Even full grown men were losing their temper in line. 'The lack of patience here is unsettling,' Norva thought to himself. He continued towards the ruckus, his helmet assisting in dulling the noise. He stood in the back of the line and the family in front of him continued trying to push forward. Suddenly, the father of the family turned his head and noticed the towering, armored hit-man behind him.

The man growled at Norva. "Hey buddy! No cuttin', asshole!"

Norva just tilted his head, the mask hiding the confusion on his face. "Excuse me?" he asked politely. Norva had not tried to cut in any way, shape, or form... what was this guy saying?

"Don't act all arrogant, you piece of shit!" he spat, completely disregarding the fact that his children were there right next to him. They turned to see the exchange happening, immediately fearing the worst.

Suddenly, the man curled his fist and launched it at Norva's face. The move was stupid, considering both the fact that Norva was wearing a full metal helmet, and the fact that he was an experienced hit-man. However, he couldn't threaten or attack the man without probable cause. Doing so is against the law, and he was making an exception for today for the sake of acquiring a passport. So instead, Norva let the man's fist hit the side of his helmet.

Norva's head barely moved when the punch connected, doing barely any damage to him, but now he had probable cause for defense. Norva barely whispered three words. "Quippon, War Shot." His right hand flashed green for a split second, a jet black revolver appearing in it when the flash died. Norva lifted the gun and pressed the barrel against the man's head, his finger on the trigger. "If you do not wish your family to witness your death, then you will stand down."

The man froze in place, the look on his wife's face suddenly turning horrified. No one moved, even a few people ahead of the exchange were looking back. The man's eyes went wide, a fearful look in them. His fists were no longer clenched, and he took a step back towards his family. "I-I'm... sorry..." he whimpered, backing away along with his family. The revolver flashed green before disappearing from Norva's hand. He began walking through the parting crowd, but turned back to the family.

"Thank you for complying. It was wise of you to halt your aggression, because I was not keen on killing you," Norva said quietly, bowing slightly, then continuing on forward. The crowd went quiet as the tall hit-man walked through the crowd.

Once Norva finally got to the front, he went through the process of obtaining a passport. They recorded his information, all of which was fake, and took his picture. However, Norva did not want his true face to be known. Doing so would compromise his position as a hit-man. With a little help from back alley artists, who happily took his payment of jewels, he was able to don the appearance of a man in his early twenties with white skin and blue eyes. The disguise experts also gave him a simple rundown of the process so that he could replicate it for later use without their help. Fortunately, their efforts were paying off. His picture was taken, his info recorded, and his passport created. Norva took the passport and walked away, ready to begin his international search, beginning with Desierto.


Norva walked off of the boat, onto solid ground. That was it... for five years he had looked for her in every corner of the globe, suffered horrible defeats, relished in bittersweet triumphs, and wondered over neutral questions. He had come up short. Norva allowed his feet to plant onto the ground, his body still wavering back and forth. He couldn't find her... Was she dead?

'Perhaps she had been this entire time.' The thought swirled through Norva's head. He reached into the pouch at his waist, pulling out a small box that fit in his palm. With his other hand, he reached up and pulled the top open, the hinge swinging the top back as it opened with a pop. He looked inside the cushioned box, his eyes gazing upon its contents. He closed the box, slipping it back into his pouch. Norva walked away, his mask hiding any sign of emotion lingering on his face.