- Job Title: Too Earthland...And Beyond!
Player Requirements: Must be at least D-Rank and have joined a Guild or be a wandering mage. If you've joined a Dark Guild, you must claim too be from one of the Light Guilds or your passport will not be issued.
Job Requirements: 5 posts. 100 words per post.
Job Location: Hargeon Town or Rose Garden
Job Description: A huge line of bustling people are going nuts in front of the Docks, it looks like Wall Street on a bad day. Families, children, old folks attempting to go on vacation; everyone's clamoring for a Passport! Count Sparrow and the Magic Council have reopened Fiore's borders to outsiders, and in turn, have opened the borders too Seven, Bosco, and Minstrel as a show of peace.
Fiore, along with Bellum and Seven has always produced some of the most skilled wizards in all of Earthland; and so, the Magic Council has decided to offer the services of our wizards here in Fiore abroad in other Nations (for a hefty fee of course!); obtain your passport! Cut in line! Or wait in line! Do whatever is necessary! Because people are going crazy trying to get their entire families Passports registered!
Reward: Passport (Access to International Jobs and Casual RPing in Other Nations)
She wasn't the only person who rather be somewhere else. It would have been nice if he could have eaten breakfast at home instead of waking up super early and not having the time to eat. Life just wasn't the same if you only have time to shower and get dressed in the dark morning just so you can get to a far away location in the early morning. How far did this woman trying to harass him for his spot in line really have to go to even get here? Well, maybe she did go far to get here, but somehow he didn't think she had the patience for that. From all the talking she had been doing behind him, the place that she was in such a rush to get to... was to go to a restaurant for breakfast. There were no dire matters, no emergency, it didn't even seem like she was even planning on using it today. Was this what youths have become in this age? Omaras certainly hoped that was not the case. In any case, her very presence made the waiting feel twice as long, though at least he knew it only felt that way. The closer he got to the front, the more her hands and grip dug at him, along with her words. The man didn't take it too seriously, that is until he was almost at the front of the line. He heard a ripping sound, before seeing his vest fall to the ground.
He was positive that this was accidental, seeing as she became dead silent after that. The man sighed, briefly leaning down to grab its remains. It only took a bit to retrieve its remains from the ground, but she used that small time to squeeze ahead of him. This was upsetting, but what was done was done. The white vest was dead, but at least it would be easy to replace. At least there would be no mess of fabric left on the street. It felt like a joyous event when his time came. Maybe he could get home in time for lunch. The person at the front had a pen out, fixing their glasses a bit before moving a few papers around.
"Uh... 6,803 years."
"Date of birth?"
"Sorry. February 13th."
"Here you go and have a nice day."
Just like that, he now had a passport. This would be good if he had to travel by official means, rather than the far less official means used before ever joining his current guild. Well, now it was time to start heading home...