A Hero Drives

Sigurd nervously approached the driving instructor's association it was important for him, as a young businessman and mage, to be able to legally pilot a vehicle, and it was about time that he earned his license. In fact it was his three friends who were working in the cafe with him who finally convinced him to go out and get the damn thing. He had been putting it off, as he was rather nervous about being behind the wheel, but figured that if they said it was time, it was time. He waited at the chair for them to call his name.

WC:102

roll

The member 'Axilmeus Steel' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

---

'Monster Dice' :

"Sigurd Siegfried?" called a wobbly voice from the doorway. An old woman stood where the call had come from. Sigurd stood up, and walked over to greet the woman.

"Are you my instructor?"

The old woman nodded, "Call me gran gran, I'm going to teach you how to drive. Follow me," she said smiling. She seemed nice enough, and so Sigurd was slightly calmed, as he followed her back to the boxy car she was going to teach him in. He sat down in the drivers seat, and attached a strap to his arm. He moved the gear shift and began to sputter off, following gran gran's instructions.

WC: 108

Things were going relatively smoothly. Sigurd was riding along with Gran gran smiling and quietly sitting next to him. He continued to drive along the roads of motor city, passing by the many workshops of seemingly all the mechanics of Earthland. The streets were darkened by the surrounding buildings, but illuminated by artificial light from lacrima. It created quite an eerie atmosphere. Sigurd was certainly grateful that he lived in the sleepy area of Oak Town in his little cafe as opposed to these busy streets. He wondered where Gran gran lived. Certainly he didn't expect the quiet old woman to live in this busy town. It was this thought he was on when he saw a cat in the road.

WC: 121

A black cat had strolled out onto the road ahead of Sigurd, unaware of the death machine hurtling towards him. Before Gran gran could calmly and slowly instruct him to slow down, Sigurd's pulse shot up and he began pumping massive amounts of magic energy into the engine of the car, and they zoomed off at blinding speeds, veering around the startled feline, and raucously rampaging through the streets of motor city, Sigurd, still freaking out, continued to drive faster and faster, doing his best to react to the twists and turns. Alas, the mage was simply not fast enough to react to his own driving speed, and crashed through he walls of a luckily abandoned building.

WC: 117

Sigurd was shaking in his seat, having just traumatized himself with his own driving. He turned to see gran gran, completely unfazed, chuckling lightly.

"Ohoho, sonny, that was a rather fun drive. I always enjoy young people's first time driving. You've also impressed me quite a great deal with how much magic power you have in you, not many people can get a car to that speeds on their first try. Anyways," she took out a license, and scrawled some information on it. Sigurd's face appeared on it, "Here's your license sonny," she said, and then walked away, likely back to the DMV.

Sigurd got out of the car. Apparently he had passed.

WC: 113