Bosco had been on his mind a lot lately.
Perseus Dagger hurriedly leaped from the top step of the train car to the platform, arriving in Hargeon early enough in the morning that he expected the line to get a passport would be small. Just in case, he'd packed a precaution in his bag, though he was conflicted about using it. The issue at hand was that he had another important task in just an hour or so at the docks, helping a man load and unload cargo, so he needed to get this over with quickly or he'd be late. That simply wouldn't do. If nothing else, Percy was a man of his word.
Quick steps brought him out of the station and into the streets of the port town, some breakfast still hanging from his lips in the form of a slice of buttered toast. He was dressed well, as any Dagger should be. If anything, he looked a bit overdressed, but if he was to have his picture taken, he needed to look presentable. Perhaps he looked as if his mother had dressed him, which wasn't too far off. He wore a navy sweater over a white shirt and red tie, looking a bit like a schoolboy, especially with the khaki trousers and patent leather shoes that reflected the morning sun. It was an outfit his mother had suggested, and though he wasn't fashion-challenged, he tended to take his parents' opinions to heart.
Rounding a corner to where the day's passports would be issued en masse, his steps slowed and he nearly dropped his toast. The line was simply massive. Mismatched eyes started at the tent where the officials were and trailed the unruly queue of people for much longer than seemed allowable. Surely there was some sort of city ordinance against something like this? Percy's mood soured as he gobbled up the toast and trudged toward the back.
In a bit of an angel-and-devil-on-the-shoulder scenario, the scarred Dagger son instinctively placed a hand on his bag. There was a tiny device in there, masked as a simple marble. Once rolled on the ground it would start to let off an invisible but highly disgusting smell, one guaranteed to run off anyone with nostrils. Yes, it was a glorified stink bomb. The days of his childhood pranks had been invaluable in teaching him the more mischievous side of technology, and while he'd grown up quite a bit, it seemed he still had a knack for the devious little devices. It'd hurt no one, and as long as he put his nose plug on in time, he could get up to the front and get this over with before it was too late to help Captain Kooh.
In the end, he just couldn't do it. As much as he loved technology and his inventions, and had even gone to the trouble to bring something specific to clear out the crowd, his heart thus far was pure. He'd go a much more Dagger route to solve this problem. Money. Spending the next few minutes with his checkbook, Percy tapped on the shoulder of each person ahead of him one-by-one, offering them however much jewel it took to get them to come back another day or let him ahead of them. It was as effective as ever, and in the end, there were only a few people ahead of him that needed one for business. Now that the wait was much shorter, within just a few minutes the passport was issued and he could get on his way. Not bad!
[WC: 600 || 500/500 for Passport job complete || 100 words left over]