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    Obtain the Marriage License! -- Char Lig's Final Stop

    Char Lig
    Char Lig

    Player 
    Lineage : Seductor's Touch
    Position : None
    Posts : 41
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 150

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    First Magic: Positive Might
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    Obtain the Marriage License! -- Char Lig's Final Stop Empty Obtain the Marriage License! -- Char Lig's Final Stop

    Post by Char Lig 3rd July 2021, 8:27 pm

    It was a relatively calm day, by the standards of the clerk's office. Things had been busy, but it was far from anything that the staff on-hand couldn't handle. The ebbing sunlight beamed almost excitedly through the windows of the quaint office and glared into the eyes of its seemingly tireless employees, which were navigating the thin back hallways expertly as per usual. Three people stood anxiously in line. A thickset, husky legend of a man with a bit of a pin head, a lean, thick haired one who was missing a finger, and, finally, an average-sized, athletic-looking lad.
             The lad glared impatiently at the girl manning the desk before flicking out a gold-rimmed pocket watch when they accidently made eye contact.
             She’s new… I might actually have a shot! He adjusted the strings on his drawstring knapsack and coughed awkwardly to cover up the clinking sound his pack made in response. My kingdom for a good way to store weapons in a government building… If only. He watched on carefully and inconspicuously for any distinct changes in her expression while she processed whatever the other two jokers in the room wanted. None whatsoever. He smiled a little.
        Just as he was about to approach the counter, an older, snooty-looking woman with glasses came in from one of the hallways and relieved the younger girl from her duties, thereby causing the color to completely fade from the lad’s face.
        Son of a bitch—Ms. Rosenwald! He hurriedly checked his pocket watch again, actually reading the time this go around. He kicked himself for not noticing the turn of the hour just now. His smile was now just a falsetto of his new mood: absolute despair.
        “Oh, you again!?” His head jerked to the nasally voice of Ms. Rosenwald, head clerk. “Char, did you not see the sign!?”
        “Ah, which one?” He was clearly playing dumb, raising the pitch of his voice ever so slightly. It was about the only thing he could do here.
        “Oh, you know—THIS ONE!” Ms. Rosenwald slammed a small sign, printed on cardboard down onto the granite countertop. It was a hand-drawn and colored rough illustration of Char’s face, complete with its heterochromia, notable pupil, spiky black hair, and signature stupid grin. Char knew she had about as much experience drawing as he did, but he had trouble forgiving how nefarious some of the added sharpness made him seem. He looked almost like a cartoon villain, only lacking the long black mustache. The words ‘No CHAR LIG allowed ANYWHERE!’ were sprawled across the top of the sign and, in a tinier font the words ‘He WILL lie and STEAL from YOU!’ sat underneath the picture. There was also one posted outside on the door, which Char had chosen to ignore out of hubris.
        “Ah! I see—” He feigned surprise as he put down his bag and approached the counter.
        “No, you clearly don’t! You’re not allowed on the premises of this building; do you hear me!? Don’t even take a step closer!”
        “Listen—” He took one step closer, hands raised in a surrendering position.
        “Char, I will not fall victim to another one of your tricks!” Char slowly winced further and further inward as she yelled. “I don’t care whose marriage you need to officiate, just shut up and—"
        “You listen, you old hag!” He ran up to the counter and banged his hands as hard as he could on it. He damn near hurt himself. “You stupid bitch—dumb hoe, even! Piece-of-shit human being!” He took a second to calm himself down as the young girl, who had come back with a coffee stared frightened at him. He did not return eye contact this time. “Look here, you minx! There’s no rub this time.”
        She took the opportunity to get within breath’s distance to him, nose-to-nose. “Like the last fifty times, huh!? I’ve nearly gotten fired thanks to you more times than I care to count!”
    He stayed resolute, and his expression lightened into something more akin to peace. He looked beside himself with something more genuine than Ms. Rosenwald had ever seen on his face in her lifetime of knowing him.
        “I’m not here to scam you this time—especially not for tax purposes. I want to take the marriage license exam.”
        The old lady faltered. “Don’t think I didn’t hear about it from the grapevine...” She reclined a little. “You hooligan—a little birdie told me you were quitting the marriage planning business. Cutting out the middleman, now, are you?”
        His brow furrowed. “Yeah, that’s right. Except for the second part. You may not like it, you old crone, but this is what peak performance looks like:” He dug into his baggy pants’ pocket and grabbed his wallet, which he flipped open to reveal his identification. His grin was just as shit-eating on his card as it was on the sign, but something more disheartening stuck out to Ms. Rosenwald, who had practically been trained by Char to sus out any problems with these sorts of things. “I’m a mage now, so fuck you.” He looked proud of himself as he held it out against her chest, forcing her to hold the card.
        She let off of him to better glimpse at it and, to her surprise, the seal melted onto it—which was clearly newly added—was legitimate. It even had its own number. She quickly ran it, muttering slurs under her breath at Char, who flipped her off repeatedly as she did so. It was real.


    TWC: 919/500


    Last edited by Char Lig on 22nd September 2021, 9:00 pm; edited 1 time in total
    Char Lig
    Char Lig

    Player 
    Lineage : Seductor's Touch
    Position : None
    Posts : 41
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 150

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Positive Might
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Char Lig 3rd July 2021, 8:41 pm

    All she could think to say was: “Oh god.”
            “Yeah, you moron—”
             “Then—then… Why a license, then? Why even come here for that if you’re just going to…” She looked torn over it. “… take off…?”
             “Hah, it’s for after I’m done being a mage.” He flicked her forehead, and she slapped his hand off. “Ow. Yeah, well, that’s the truth. I… really like wedding planning.” He blushed a little. “So, when I hang my metaphorical hat up—quit after I’ve made it big and all that—I… want to come back to it. Besides…” He fished into his other pocket and pulled out a job posting. The paper had clearly been torn off the pin on the Rose Garden bulletin board, but it looked official and smelled official. Rosenwald stole it from him to run the number on it, too. “This is also my first job as a mage. Saying goodbye—Heh, I thought it was fitting.”
             “So, that’s the nail in the coffin, eh?” She said, looking awestruck at the fact that the listing was legitimate, too. “For how many times you’ve come through here and pulled something, you’ve never faked numbers. You’re planning to use the money to take care of yourself while you’re on the road?” She slid the listing back to him.
             He shook his head. “Yup. Figured I’m here so often, it was practically free cash, assuming I could get past you…” He came to a quick realization, “Ah, shit, I’m still not out of the doghouse, am I?”
            She looked to her side. “You sell your place?”
            “That’s implying I bought it, ma’am.” He smiled smugly.
            “Right… Of course, you freeloader…!” She almost started shaking her fist at him but stopped herself in reverie. “My… it’s been a while since I first met you…”
             He shrugged slightly. “What’s gotten into you all the sudden? Normally, you just call the cops and get me to leave. Honestly, that would make me feel safer…”
             She gave a quizzical look over him, scanning his outfit from bottom to top. She looked into his right eye. “If the slip is legitimate and you really are a mage… Normally we give a test.”
             “I’m aware. I actually studied this time.”
             “Char,” She coughed a little, “You’ve found everything to exploit that you could at this office over these last couple of years…”
             “Yeah? So?”
              Her face scrunched up as she took on a more curmudgeon form. “You have to know the rules to break them, honey.”
              He subtly leaned back out of surprise. “Oh.” His face broke into a grin once again.


    TWC: 1342/500


    Last edited by Char Lig on 22nd September 2021, 9:01 pm; edited 1 time in total
    Char Lig
    Char Lig

    Player 
    Lineage : Seductor's Touch
    Position : None
    Posts : 41
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 150

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Positive Might
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Char Lig 3rd July 2021, 8:43 pm

    Char Lig stood on the stoop of the Rose Garden clerk’s office, clutching his license—now updated with a numbered, official marriage seal—close to his chest. Ms. Rosenwald was tearing up and leaning against the doorframe as some silent passerby observed them both out of wonder.
         She was barely keeping herself together. “Y-you make sure you don’t get up to too much trouble while you’re gone. And, please don’t forget about me once you—”
        “—Sheesh, I know. You’re awfully touchy about my leaving for someone who’s life I’ve made worse throughout the years. I’ve only been a pain in your ass and you’re bawling.”
        “It’s just… I’ve been there for everything. We may have been enemies, but I’ve wanted nothing more than to see you finally graduate from being a delinquent.”
       “Wow. Thanks for the high praise.” He started off. “See you around, you old bitch.” He turned around to face her one last time with a wobbly lip and wet eyes. It was sort of bittersweet for him, too. More so than he had imagined. They locked eyes again.
        “Do me a favor, dear?”
        “Y-yeah?”
        “Don’t become like your mother, okay?”
        He put his back to her and whimpered quietly for a second. “Damn straight.” He put his license away without so much as a thank you and headed off. He prayed that his new lease on life would serve him well. He gave a lot of pause for reflection as he left town, barreling towards whatever adventure life would throw his way.


    TWC: 1595/500

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