Making Things Legal (To Earthland... And Beyond!) [Job/Solo]

While Shea had been wandering pretty much all of her life this would be the first time she had to get a passport. The woman didn’t know how the logistics of crossing borders that her childhood caravan group went through, but as an adult she had technically been doing it illegally, jumping from country-to-country, more whimsical than the wind.

But since she had joined the West Fiore Trading Company Shea decided that she might as well be at least semi-legal about things to avoid troubling those she was under. It was really just the polite thing to do, and no trouble to her in the end.

WC: 106

Or maybe not. This line was very long. Shea peered over the heads of the hundred odd people who had gathered to get their passports. Most seemed to be regular civilians, many with their annoying children, but there seemed to be a fair amount of non-humans and odd mages for the half-elf to not stand out too much.

Though she was rather good looking so it wasn’t too much of a surprise that she was hit on almost as soon as she got into line. The gentleman in front of her was shy about it, only peeking at her with a blush every once in a while but the man behind her…

WC: 112

The guy wouldn’t stop hitting on her. No that Shea particularly cared, he was a civilian so it wasn’t like he posed a risk. Actually, all she does is stare curiously, then boredly at the mans repeated come-ons, even while it was obvious that Shea was one, not interested, and two, completely out of his league.

But he never got the hint and the guy in front of the songstress was beginning to look annoyed for Shea’s sake. After another minute or two of nonstop pickup lines the gentleman in the front snapped at the douchebag to lay off the beautiful lady.

WC: 102

Shea thought this was rather brave of him since while the man behind her was no looker, he was the strong brutish type by his appearance and actions alone. The gentleman, on the other hand, was rather reedy looking but cute in his own way. Yet he was protecting the honour of a complete, if beautiful, stranger and by his genuinely outraged look, it wasn’t to impress Shea. The woman was impressed nonetheless.

His words, or course, was met by an aggressive wall of muscle who began to intimidate the smaller man into submission. Shea’s respect for the gentlemen grew as he continued to stand up to the brute.

WC: 109

The mage had been simply observing the arguing men due to the fact it was a nice way to pass time. But when the brute began to gear up to throw a punch, Shea knew it was time to put things to and end. She smoothly and easily caught the large mans flying fist in one delicate hand, then just as easily sent him flying a small distance away, to the shock of everyone watching.

The songstress then sweetly told him to leave, and he did so. It was then Shea noticed it was her turn to get her passport. The woman filled in her papers and handed them to the shaken receptionist and on her way out Shea kissed the gentleman on the cheek, and thanked him before leaving.

WC: 130