Fairy Tail RP

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    To Earthland and Beyond!

    Dia Izuna
    Dia Izuna

    Player 
    Lineage : Serpent's Fang
    Position : None
    Posts : 199
    Guild : Abyssal Yeet
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 28,887

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: ???
    Second Magic: ???
    Third Magic: ???

    Completed To Earthland and Beyond!

    Post by Dia Izuna 5th September 2019, 9:29 am

    Mission Details:

    The world system could be frankly annoying, sometimes. In order to get out of Fiore, legally, and into any other country on Earthland without being treated like a criminal, Belladonna had to get a passport. A measly pile of documents that could be destroyed more easily than an evil doer. Who even gave anybody the authority to determine who and what came in and went out of a country? Of course, someone would tell her it was the monarchy in Fiore. She scoffed silently. Who or what gave the monarchy that right? For all she knew, they were a bunch of lazy, uncaring despots who could set the whole of Fiore aflame with war, over a petty grievance. Maybe they were different folk, but Belladonna knew that in most cases, where consolidation of power was in a single person or unit, that power was often abused.

    In other matters, it was a good thing that Fiore had open borders. She had heard that at some point in time, borders were closed, due to war, a stupid human construct that hardly ever punished those who were the cause. She lifted her eyes and looked about. There were quite a lot of people here, jostling, and shoving, and pushing, and shouting, and complaining. Fortunately for her, someone had been wise enough to divide people into lines and sections. It may have seemed hypocritical for one such as herself to applaud order, but Belladonna was not necessarily an anarchist. Order was good for some things, and that as long as there was no oppression or injustice involved.

    Belladonna had to admit, she was tempted to use her magic somehow to get herself to the front of the line. And actually, she could. She could always use her Benediction Amulet: Transient Whisper, and make herself invisible. She could then position herself in the line at a more advantageous point, or even push her way to the front and suddenly reappear. That would surely cut down the time she would spend waiting. However, it would also make the non-magic population feel disadvantaged, and oddly, for a dark mage, Belladonna very much preferred it if nobody felt unjustly treated on her account. She chuckled at her ironic existence.

    An hour and fifty minutes later, the young woman was seriously questioning whether she shouldn't have just used her magic to get herself to the front of the line. The good news, though, was that she was close to the front, and didn't have to wait so much longer to be able to...

    Next!

    That was loud! She looked up to see that there was nobody between herself and the counter. So, she stepped forward, and grinned into the face of a man who looked like ill-tempered was his middle name. He scowled at her, in the way of greeting.

    "Good afternoon, sir..."

    "Name?" he gruffly replied.

    This was probably one of those cut-to-the-chase kind of guys. "Belladonna Black," she answered, not showing any hint of annoyance.

    He scribbled something down, then looked up again. "Guild?"

    Fortunately for her, she had much earlier on put her arms in the sleeves of her jacket, mainly because she intended to hold it at close to herself as possible, so that nobody would happen to glance at the guild insignia on her hip. She had heard that dark guild members were not so much as welcome here, so there would be no way for her to obtain a passport if anyone knew.

    "Fairy Tail."

    The man looked up at her. "You sure?"

    "Do I look evil to you?" she countered, her voice still pretty much sweet. The man held her gaze a second or two longer, then muttered something inaudible, asked some more questions about her, which she was prompt to answer, then handed something over to a middle aged woman sitting close by. In a few moments, she returned and handed him a passport, which he offered to her.

    "Congrats. Safe travels," he grunted.

    "Thank you kindly."

    Taking her passport, she observed it as she walked away, then slipped it into a pocket. Time sort of wasted, but it was still with fruit.

    Belladonna had her passport.

    WC: 697/500


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