To Earthland and to Other Wastelands [Job]

Blackthorne, otherwise known by his real name: Rahan Azul assumed the identity of his disguise used for moving around in public.  He had taken the appearance of a man named Jason Black, a playboy philanthropist who enjoyed partying and dancing until the sun came up.  Due to getting closer and closer to finding his goddess, he figured that donning the disguise of Jason Black would be useful.  A traveling permit would be needed in the event he had to search for her in a different country other than Fiore.  Though, evidence pointed him to Fiore for the location of his Goddess, it was better safe than sorry.

Blackthorne, now known as Jason Black simply sat, waiting for his name to be called.  So many people here gave him the nerves.  So many people to potentially convert to the Cult of Sin; but no, he must remain in-character as Jason Black.  The more and more he is stuck in this form, the more he began to fidget around before his name is called.  He raised his head a bit and walked over to the counter where an elderly woman.  She had a cup of coffee, a few stuffed animals and pictures of her pets.  Not a single picture of children or grandchildren at her age.  Strange.

"Never had children?" Jason Black asked.  He had looked over the woman's desk before looking back up to her.  She had a bitter look upon her face as she smacked her lips together.  "Name, Social Security Number," she said before rattling off with other personal identifying information.  Jason Black, or rather Blackthorne, gave her all the information he remembered on the man Jason Black.  After all of the information was put in, she cleared her throat and looked at Jason for a moment.  

"Look to the birdy," she said in her smoker's voice.  Jason looked up at the picture and a flash nearly blinded Blackthorne for a moment, leaving dots in his vision where the flash appeared.  He blinked a few times, still seeing the flash burnt into eyes vision.  Jason sat and waited as the book printed out.  "So, any way I could convince you to," Jason said before being handed his passport.  "Next!"  

"So, you won't even--"

"NEXT!" he said before huffing and walking off with his passport.  Blackthorne made a mental note to kill the people who work at this office for being absolutely rude.  Putting his passport into his shirt pocket, Jason cleared his throat and put his hands into his pockets.  The cold snap of winter beginning to catch up with him.  It certainly feels different in this skin-suit than it does in that insulated armor.  A cold chill came over Blackthorne's spine, causing his back to curl a bit, wrapping his hands around his arms, rubbing them for warmth.  

"I don't like winter, I don't like it at all," he said to himself as he looked around trying to find the inn he was staying at.  From here, he would need to make moves to find his Goddess and where she had been hiding.  Best bet, however, is to find the actual branch of the Cult of Sin.

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