To Earthland & Beyond || D-Rank (Eden, Bechor & Ilya)

It was a special day for the corrupt, bustling streets of Lavantir.

Why authorities had determined this would be the place any governing body had decided to host it's next local passport pop-up was beyond her. Not to say that she wasn't silently grateful for the opportunity though.

The streets were floodlit from conjoining street-lamps that arched over cobbled pavestones leading to a singular, white-hatched booth. Inside, lights flashed as picture after picture was taken accompanied by the sounds of delight and glee.

"Next... next...!"

A man repetitively exclaimed in almost exasperated sounds. You could tell this wasn't his scene.

Ilya took a moment to observe the scene laid out before her. The queue was long and the sun was dipping behind the skyline. It would take hours to reach the front and get what she came for; by then the passport storefront would be closed.

"Don't fall behind, I've got a plan."

Ilya exclaimed with an aggravated tug at a small, pale white hand that was clasped in her own. She flicked her obsidian black locks over her shoulder and charged forward tugging what could only be her twin-sister in tow. Together, they marched towards the horde.

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Dirt and soot dug into every crack and crevice. The starless sky an expanse of darkness blanketing over the port city. Stray cats, rats and all manner of critter fumble for the safety of their burrows as a flood of humanity engulfed the lone checkpoint before them.

A single drop of that flood flowed unremarkably among the rest as Bechor waited for his turn to come. The others around him were positively buzzing for the notion of escaping this rotting city. He couldn't quite blame them for that but their enthusiasm was irritating at best. The line to the single government employee was merely trickling no matter how quickly the man seemed to go though paperwork. Forcing his way forward would certainly accelerate the process but he couldn't risk drawing too much unwanted attention at this time. A government issued passport was too valuable an asset to needlessly risk.

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Ilya ignored her sister’s complaints as she led her hand in hand through the horde of scowling, bereaved faces.

One hand tightened on her sisters ceramic white skin while the other swung around her wildly, sending civilian after civilian tumbling into one another as they clambered through the queue towards their ultimate objective.

It wasn’t until she swung for at least an eighth time where her arm was stopped in its tracks with a surprising amount of force causing deep, ocean blue eyes to focus up on the shadow looming over her head.

“You think you can just budge in line like this?! Not if I have anything to say about it! Now get in the back of the line where you belong!”

Despite her significantly smaller stature, the sight of the young girls eyes narrowing sent a shiver up the gargantuan man’s spine. Ilya issued a challenging stare, her palm that was once wide open to simply push people to one side now curling into a white-knuckled fist.

”Di-did you not hear me, brat? I said get to the back of the line and wait your turn!”

Ilya huffed indignantly, clearly coming to the realisation that the man wasn’t going to move no matter how she intimidated him.

With a quick glance over her shoulder to both ensure Eden’s safety and check nobody was watching, the young girl took one leg back and swung it with lightning speed into the man’s groin with a ear-piercing thwaaaaack.

The man’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and, without a word or even a simple noise of discontent, he collapsed backwards onto the ground, his body thudding against the cobbled stones.

Ilya’s eyes of rage turned swiftly into that of feigned worry as she held her sisters hand tighter and prepared to bolt through the crowd once more.

She launched off, pushing through the first two people in her path whilst shouting…

”Someone help him, that man’s just fainted, I think it was his heart!”

The throngs of people seemed to fall into a temporary hypnosis, everyone spinning on their heels to half-heartedly address the semi-conscious, now groaning man on the ground.

”Come on, Eden, don’t fall behind!”

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The monotony of the queue was suddenly torn asunder by the rage of a citizen not more than a few feet away. A grown man arguing with children. It would be humorous if it wasn't so pathetic. His indignant yells gave way to silence as the young girl he was feuding with not-so subtly ended the altercation. One side of Bechor's lips curved up ever so slightly as the girls barreled past him, betraying his otherwise stoic features.

With all of the attention being directed to that man, Bechor thought to take advantage of the chaos to move forward himself. He took but one step forward before feeling a limp grip clinging desperately to his ankle.

"P-please sir... I need h-help..."

Freezing in place, Bechor turned his head to see the man pitifully dragging at his feet. His eyes were filled with desperation as tears streaked down his reddened face. But when those eyes met the ones he pleaded with, he would see nothing but animosity. Daggers of ice pierced the injured man's spine as he looked into the sharp glare of those cyan orbs. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but long before any words left his lips he found a boot smashing his skull across the pavement.

"Stay in the dirt where you belong, trash!

The onlookers fell into deathly silence. The man now laid motionless. All eyes were on himself now, save for the ones who looked away for fear of meeting his gaze. Recomposing himself, Bechor winced in frustration before shoving through the crowd to get away. It seemed attention had a way of finding him when it wasn't wanted.


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The young, dark-haired girl composed herself as the camera snapped a quick picture.

The flash stung her eyes a little but she beamed into the lens, a rather extraordinary sight for anyone that knew her.

”Alright, you're up, sis.”

Much to Eden's probable surprise, Ilya grabbed her by the arm again just as the camera was firing up for another blast of photographic light.

Ilya took a moment to brush a few strands of snow-white hair from Eden's brow and pinched her cheeks slightly so they radiated a kindly rose to the touch.

"Perfect." she exclaimed before darting to one side as the camera was just about ready to snap.

"Meet me outside when you're done, we don't want to stick around here too long."

Ilya snatched her new passport from the table after the picture had swiftly processed itself and shot out the tent expecting her sister to eventually follow suit. The mission was complete.

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Upon crossing the final Rubicon separating him from his goal and leaving the crowd behind, he could still feels eyes on him. He would just go in and out quickly.

However, before reaching the booth Bechor passed by a young girl. The same one from the prior situation, he noticed. His eyes looked down towards her briefly but he kept a swift pace. He was unsure if the girl took any notice of him, but her white locks stirred some memory within the man.

"Excuse me, do you have any guild affiliation?"

The employee's inquiry was met with silence as he took notice of the blood stains being tracked into the enclosure. His blood ran cold as he fumbled for the camera trigger.

"N-Nevermind that. It's n-not important."

A few moments later and Bechor departed with a new passport in hand. The events of the day already a distant memory as he now had much else to consider.

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