Auburn warrior learning to drive?! [Job]

Job Title: Motor City Rush!

Rank: D

Player Requirements: Must be at least D-Rank. The character must be over 16 years of age at least physically.

Job Requirements: 5 posts. 100 words per post. You must roll once to get your Driving Instructor/Test-giver who rides with you and can pass or fail your test.

Job Location: Motor City

Job Description: With the popularity of vehicles of all sorts on the rise, people from all over Fiore and the surrounding kingdoms have been flocking to Motor City in hopes of getting their hands on a Driver's License and shiny new car, motorcycle, truck, or other vehicle! However, to legally drive one on any road one must have a license in their possession! Getting one is no easy task however; you must successfully prove to your Driving Instructor that your skills for navigating the high-traffic Motor City are top-notch! Fasten your seat-belts, this is gonna be a bumpy ride!

Enemies/Dice Roll:
Weak-- Everyone's favorite Driving Instructor! She's an older lady, kind, sweet, caring, and very forgiving.... to the point where you cannot fail.

Normal-- The greatest distraction of your life! This person really is bored with their job and does not mind chatting up a storm while you drive, messing with the radio or other buttons, and pointing out different things going on outside as you cruise. Don't take your eyes off the road!

Strong-- A veteran Driving Instructor, he is in no mood for games. Strict as a line, ready to point out all your driving flaws, and happy to withhold your license if you fail... drive defensively! And don't forget to use your blinker... or else.

Reward: Driver's License if you pass the test. (Ability to Drive Vehicles in General)

Roku carried out 1 launched of one Monster Dice :

The sound of engine's squealing and metal grating on metal filled the ears of a certain orange haired man as he made his way towards a building which housed one of the most dreaded organizations in the earthlands. Some would even say they were worse than some dark guilds. They were infamous for causing people emotional scarring, and pain with just their words. With a sign of a pen, most of them could ruin your life forever. What was the name of this place? The DMV, Department of Motor Vehicles. His left eye twitched as he watched a man, his face wretched with horror, walk out defeated. He must've been failed.

Roku gave it a sigh and moved forward into the building. His body for once bare of weapons excluding the Golden Key which sat in his pocket. He would need some kind of help if push came to shove.

The pain that was in the air was so great that Roku was actually able to see tears appear above people's heads as the dreaded department took away the dreams of the helpless drivers. The horror. The sad part about it, this was all legal. In hopes to make the streets safe and such, they made this place to teach people how to drive, and if they can't figure it out, they fail them and take their jewels. The idiotic part of it all, you can still go over to the garage and purchase/build your own car or motorcycle without getting your license; avoiding all this hassle. Why was he here if that was the case, though?

It'd came to his knowledge, and most could say that he was just being cheap about it, that the garage had a deal. If you had your license, your first vehicle was 10% off. Something about insurance fees being less if they could prove you knew how to drive. A light sigh escaped the lips of the young man as he made his way through. At one moment or another, the urge came to him to slice through the fog of depression that sat in the building because it was starting to get really thick. It was as if it'd manifested itself with a physical form like that of a fog. It was...depressing, to say the least.

He sifted his way through the fog and made it to the desk. He flashed his guild mark. It may not have been a valid one anymore, but they wouldn't have known that. Sleeping Forest was just recently disbanded after all. He moved off to the side as they directed him to an instructor. It was one of their normal ones. He'd have to actually bother with the test to pass this. Lovely. He made his way to the car that they had provided with the instructor. He buckled his seat belt and moved on with making it through the course as instructed. His instructor dotted the eyes and all as he moved. He'd passed.

He parked the car, and moved back into the office where he picked up the little card that said he'd passed. He put it in his pocket, and left. Jerb done.