Company iLac [Job/Solo]

Her company could be rather demanding at times it seemed. No sooner than the day they opened their doors for her, the West Fiore Trading Company demanded she head over to Neutral Grounds to get herself something called an iLac. Well, truthfully Shea didn’t mind this task one bit since it meant she got to travel a bit.
But it was an odd feeling to have ones magic turned off. Not that it really mattered all that much in the end since the half-elf was still a woman of great martial power’s. It helped to know every other mage was in the same situation as her.

The line for a brand new iLac was very long. Shea peered over the heads of the hundred odd people who had gathered to get their new machine. 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 the songstress 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. 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. 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: 561