License To Kill
Khorne
Position : None
Posts : 248
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 1135
Khorne-
Position : None
Posts : 248
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 1135
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Mentor : Admin
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Khorne-
Position : None
Posts : 248
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 1135
Some of the rules of the world of Earthland were the most redundant things he had ever heard of. Why did a God need a license, and why had he needed to get a passport? He was not one to go against the laws of the land, so long as they were not against what he was the God of. Waiting in line had not been an issue for the God of Blood, even though he was short on patience, because there had literally been a single person ahead of him. It had been maybe a few minutes for him to get up to the counter for them to look at his passport and point him in the direction he was supposed to go for his driver's test. He had chosen to take the motorcycle one, which was the type of vehicle he intended to purchase. A few moments of walking would be all he needed to make it to a shiny motorcycle with a sidecar that seemed to be fresh off of a purchasing lot, only to see a little old lady slowly making her way over to him. Not really caring for this whole process he semi-ignored her until she reached him and began to speak.
"Hello, young man. I will be doing your driving test! Please put on your helmet and get ready, I will be sitting in the sidecar and grading your performance. It shouldn't be too strong for a such a strong person to get this test done perfectly!"
A nod from Chaoris Orneis would be his only response as he donned his helmet, just like a warrior would in any battle, before climbing on and waiting for the lady to get situated and tell him to begin. After starting the motorcycle, and enjoying the loud sound it made as it remained idle, the God would drive out of the parking garage they were in and move out onto the open road. Chaoris had studied this 'driving' enough through reading materials and the thoughts and visions of his worshipers to know it all enough to do it blindfolded, not that he would ever allow himself to be blindfolded, and the twenty-minute drive that put him through a good chunk of different types of turning and merging would eventually lead them back to the parking garage where he would park and stop the motorcycle so that the elderly woman could get out. Once she was out he would put down the kickstand before getting off the bike himself and taking off the helmet, the lady coming up to him as he did so. "Well son, it seems like you are a perfect driver for this! Feel free to take this paper to the same desk you came up to to get back here and you can get your license. Have a good day now, and stay safe!" Chaoris had no clue who this lady was, but he was glad he had not had to kill this entire place to try and get the little plastic card he needed to even do this. Did they not care that he was wanted by the government? Or maybe this place just really was ignorant of everything but giving out these tests. Ah well, mission accomplished.
"Hello, young man. I will be doing your driving test! Please put on your helmet and get ready, I will be sitting in the sidecar and grading your performance. It shouldn't be too strong for a such a strong person to get this test done perfectly!"
A nod from Chaoris Orneis would be his only response as he donned his helmet, just like a warrior would in any battle, before climbing on and waiting for the lady to get situated and tell him to begin. After starting the motorcycle, and enjoying the loud sound it made as it remained idle, the God would drive out of the parking garage they were in and move out onto the open road. Chaoris had studied this 'driving' enough through reading materials and the thoughts and visions of his worshipers to know it all enough to do it blindfolded, not that he would ever allow himself to be blindfolded, and the twenty-minute drive that put him through a good chunk of different types of turning and merging would eventually lead them back to the parking garage where he would park and stop the motorcycle so that the elderly woman could get out. Once she was out he would put down the kickstand before getting off the bike himself and taking off the helmet, the lady coming up to him as he did so. "Well son, it seems like you are a perfect driver for this! Feel free to take this paper to the same desk you came up to to get back here and you can get your license. Have a good day now, and stay safe!" Chaoris had no clue who this lady was, but he was glad he had not had to kill this entire place to try and get the little plastic card he needed to even do this. Did they not care that he was wanted by the government? Or maybe this place just really was ignorant of everything but giving out these tests. Ah well, mission accomplished.
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