Job : To Earthland...And Beyond! [Solo]

Gemma walked confidently towards the official Fiore registration center, hoping to get this small task over and done with. A passport, how hard could it be. And Gemma wanted one anyway. She had never gotten the true opportunity to travel and it was something she loved. Long calm trips alone, going straight until the unknown. A small personal challenge that was much more pleasing than scary most of the time. She would have registered with or without the new directive. Smiling slightly to herself, she pushed the doors to the large registration building before stopping dead in her track, her previous smirk wiped straight off of her face.

This is going to be painful.

To say the place was crowded would have been the biggest understatement one could make. The hall was bursting with people, crying children, grumbling older people, angry mages and lost tourists; all of it mixing into one large negative cacophony and the epitome of what makes Gemma crawl the walls in disgust.

Squaring her shoulders and muttering to herself to get a grip, she walked pass the door and into the grumbling mass of people. She could do this, it was worth it she thought, trying to motivate herself. “I’m sorry” she said politely as she bumped into a lady a few years older than her it seems.

“Couldn’t you look at where you’re going?” the woman replies before huffing and turning around. Gemma stared at her, eyebrows raised at the rudeness, before deciding to get into a shorter line “Excus-“ but she couldn’t even finish her sentence and a man roughly elbowed her out of the way, and back towards the long line.

“I feel like this situation requires disregarding a basic sense of common decency.” she muttered.

Yes, it seemed like the bandage method will be the most appropriate, it will sting like hell but it’ll be over with fast. Any time in this place was physically hurting Gemma, the embodiment of everything that frustrated her to no end. She eyed the long lines, clashing into each other with the people shoving each other out of the way repeatedly.

Her gaze was attracted by a particular line that pushed forwards suddenly with on person in front trying to not fall over. The current person that was speaking at the counter ws proudly leaving, a shiny new passport in hand and the line was trying desperately to move forwards, as if they could all go in front of the counter at the same time, the next in line holding them back as the waited for the person behind the counter to call them over.

Gemma smirked to herself, feeling slightly bad for what she was about to do but desperate to get her passport and the hell out of dodge.

“High Gravity!”

The spell hit the person in front of the line, just as the woman in front of the counter called tiredly “Next one in line please”. The man suddenly stopped in his step, his eyes widening, probably not understanding while he suddenly felt so heavy he couldn’t even lift his leg off the ground anymore.

Gemma slightly felt bad using her magic on the unsuspecting man who was clearly panicking as evident in his eyes and the sweat forming on his forehead. But a girl had to do what a girl had to do. This shouldn’t last long anyway. She quickly made her way towards the man “Ah, thanks honey just in time” she said with false enthusiasm before walking to the counter, disregarding’s the crowds grumbling.

“Sorry, my husband was waiting for me as I went to the bathroom, let’s get this done quickly, what do you need?” she asked with a fake sweet smile.

“Name, age, profession, region of residence” the seemingly exhausted woman said monotonously behind the counter. Gemma couldn’t blame her.

“Gemma Mikhailova, 20 years old, Mage, Phoenix Mountains” she answered curtly, hoping to get this done fast so she could get out of here. And hopefully before her spell on the man ends. She stole a quick glance, happy to see him still stuck.

For the first time the woman looked up “Ah, a mage. Are you registered? Which guild?”

“Eclipse Soul” she answered shortly once more as the woman nodded and started processing all the paper work. After a few minutes of Gemma mainly uncomfortably shuffling her feet and looking behind her, the woman handed her a brand new passport.

“New person in line please” she called out as Gemma walked away, towards the immobilized man. “It’s your turn honey” she said, lightly putting her hand on his shoulder and lifting her spell as she quickly hurried out of the hall, sighting in relief as she closed the door- and the noise- behind her before lifting her passport and looking at it.

“Let’s see where this brings me”