TAP TAP TAP!
The irritant tapping of the parasol would be enough to make anybody want to punch the owner after five minutes. Yet here Maxie was, still stood in a queue after half an hour and still tapping his parasol impatiently, much to the disdain of the numerous people in the queue around him. Groans could be heard on virtually all sides and many people had given up waiting through the torture as they left the queue to either move to the back or simply return home. All the while the blissfully ignorant Maximilian Hexworth continued to tap his parasol on the ground before him, a contented and dream-like smile across his face as he let his imagination run wild. Oh the things he could get away with now that he had the name of Tartarus behind his back with every action. His destruction and bloodshed would probably fill the files of the Magic Council faster than when Tartarus' former guildmaster destroyed Era.
TAP! TAP TAP!
The groans continued throught the incessant tapping, met now by growls of discontent and anger. The noise was really beginning to get under people's skin, but there would still be at least another five minutes before the peculiarly dressed freak would be at the front of the queue.
TAP! TAP TAP TAP! TAP!
THUD!
Maxie felt the full force of a shove as the man behind him finally snapped. "CUT IT OUT! You've been going for thirty bloody minutes! You're giving us all a migraine!"
Maxie's parasol hit the ground with a clatter from the impact and suddenly the dark mage was aware of everything around him, yet his eyes focused on the most important thing of all - his parasol lying helplessly on the ground having been flung from his grasp. He could feel that feeling rising within him, that little part of him that was telling him to turn around and tear the culprit limb from limb. On any normal day he would have done so without hesitation. On any other day he wouldn't have stopped there. On any other day there would have been a massacre. But today...today was the one day he would have to restrain himself for his own sake. If he let rip now he'd never get a passport to go abroad. For the sake of the many massacres tomorrow would bring, today he would hold back. He slowly kneeled down and picked his parasol up from the ground, using every ounce of his already low willpower to stop himself from turning around and mashing the man's face beyond recognition.
"Next!"
Saved by the bell. Maxie walked towards the counter, his mind now focused entirely on getting this passport. It was as if he'd forgotten all about what had just happened. His face wore the cheesiest grin possible as the rune knight looked him over. "Good day to you sir! I am Ren Hengi of Lamia Scale, here to get a new passport. Mine ran out of date." His words were spoken in complete confidence as he bowed his head, his eyes not once leaving the Rune Knight's.
"We'll need to see your guild mark"
Maxie's face fell into one of mock embarrassment. "I'd be more than happy to but erm..." he began, before leaning forward to whisper to the Rune Knight. "...it's somewhere kind of...private..." He glanced down as he spoke the last word, causing the Rune Knight to become momentarily flustered. The man cleared his throat, clearly taken aback by what Maxie had just revealed. "Right well...if it's just a renewal of your passport then...perhaps we could bypass the tattoo check."
Success as expected. Maxie stood up straight and grinned cheekily at the camera as his photo was taken. As the passport was handed to Maxie he looked down at it with a soft chuckle. Needless to say that grin looking back at him was not just there for the camera...
The irritant tapping of the parasol would be enough to make anybody want to punch the owner after five minutes. Yet here Maxie was, still stood in a queue after half an hour and still tapping his parasol impatiently, much to the disdain of the numerous people in the queue around him. Groans could be heard on virtually all sides and many people had given up waiting through the torture as they left the queue to either move to the back or simply return home. All the while the blissfully ignorant Maximilian Hexworth continued to tap his parasol on the ground before him, a contented and dream-like smile across his face as he let his imagination run wild. Oh the things he could get away with now that he had the name of Tartarus behind his back with every action. His destruction and bloodshed would probably fill the files of the Magic Council faster than when Tartarus' former guildmaster destroyed Era.
TAP! TAP TAP!
The groans continued throught the incessant tapping, met now by growls of discontent and anger. The noise was really beginning to get under people's skin, but there would still be at least another five minutes before the peculiarly dressed freak would be at the front of the queue.
TAP! TAP TAP TAP! TAP!
THUD!
Maxie felt the full force of a shove as the man behind him finally snapped. "CUT IT OUT! You've been going for thirty bloody minutes! You're giving us all a migraine!"
Maxie's parasol hit the ground with a clatter from the impact and suddenly the dark mage was aware of everything around him, yet his eyes focused on the most important thing of all - his parasol lying helplessly on the ground having been flung from his grasp. He could feel that feeling rising within him, that little part of him that was telling him to turn around and tear the culprit limb from limb. On any normal day he would have done so without hesitation. On any other day he wouldn't have stopped there. On any other day there would have been a massacre. But today...today was the one day he would have to restrain himself for his own sake. If he let rip now he'd never get a passport to go abroad. For the sake of the many massacres tomorrow would bring, today he would hold back. He slowly kneeled down and picked his parasol up from the ground, using every ounce of his already low willpower to stop himself from turning around and mashing the man's face beyond recognition.
"Next!"
Saved by the bell. Maxie walked towards the counter, his mind now focused entirely on getting this passport. It was as if he'd forgotten all about what had just happened. His face wore the cheesiest grin possible as the rune knight looked him over. "Good day to you sir! I am Ren Hengi of Lamia Scale, here to get a new passport. Mine ran out of date." His words were spoken in complete confidence as he bowed his head, his eyes not once leaving the Rune Knight's.
"We'll need to see your guild mark"
Maxie's face fell into one of mock embarrassment. "I'd be more than happy to but erm..." he began, before leaning forward to whisper to the Rune Knight. "...it's somewhere kind of...private..." He glanced down as he spoke the last word, causing the Rune Knight to become momentarily flustered. The man cleared his throat, clearly taken aback by what Maxie had just revealed. "Right well...if it's just a renewal of your passport then...perhaps we could bypass the tattoo check."
Success as expected. Maxie stood up straight and grinned cheekily at the camera as his photo was taken. As the passport was handed to Maxie he looked down at it with a soft chuckle. Needless to say that grin looking back at him was not just there for the camera...
