Golden Card

"What you waiting for? A formal invitation get yourself in here, we're past the knocking already!"

I heard a quick tongued voluble man minus being incessant, like every words counted time as money, talking gabby yet on point.

"Hello Mister Paymen!" Greeted I as I creaked the door open.

"Come in! Take a seat! What's a fledgling have to be to talk to the mayor of this lovely town?"

Twas at ease for he sat at-ease on a rather tall chair, yet he as I sensed was shorter then thine.

"Uh! About that.." said I, pulling a chair in front his desk.

"Get to it son! Haven't you heard time is money?"

"Yeah well I don't have an ID yet so I was told to come here."

"An ID? What does the sign out the house say? Does it say this is an ID production industry?" with the leathers of his chair squeaking, he reached for a porcelain white tea cup with flowers etched- menacingly quick then slow- which when thine saw paused my butt mid movement whilst in the act of sitting.

I paused a rather tight pose and all, his thick little caterpillar brows of blonde unnerved thine own, "Well no but.." said I, slurring shaky with chuckles as my butt sneakily resumed their descent.

"But what? Get to it!" he pulled the tea cup off the table, yanked it he really did and- menacingly I have not a clue on how he does it.

Caught in the act of almost sitting, I was forced to halt my butt-cheeks- , 'So close!' they swore they could smell the seat by then, "I was gonna…" I mumbled.

"Then? Go on then!" his beady eyes he swept away from thine, a monocle he let hang by the collars of his suit like pendulum it swung, weirdly they shoved me a hefty ton of pressure, he was a rather stout man with an out there nose, very businessy.

"I was blown away from the fall at Reindale and somehow I ended up in here." narrated I, during which I finally could sat down, victory the butt claimed, they yearned for getting smooshed and smoosh they finally did at the seat.

"That's one way to sum it up." He said, reaching his stout fingers for a spoon in the table resting on top the whitest of cloth, in his other was the small tea cup.

"You know this ain't your typical town where we hand out ID to anyone but we could make do since you're on an interesting relationship with the great Oaf, by how much you're paying ofcourse."

"Pay?" I asked, the eyes knew he was a man with money on mind, the room he was in was opulent to say the least.

"Don't tell me you don't have gold, you're not reeking too much of it to be honest."

I assumed he meant my bare feet, vest and pants.

"What's your relation to the great oaf?"

"We go way back, we're sworn brothers he cared for me deep said I'll need no payments."

I drew a smile of the honest of honest.

"Well if that's the case, not the first I taught a bird to spread their little wings, I built this town from rocks, rags and sticks if you ain't know but that's not the point-," he took the tiniest of sips, "The great Oaf designated his Relo-Orb here so I'll have to cater to his request once a while." He said taking another light sip.

'Yes bitch!' the mind exclaimed, the tongue told a lie but thinking on it, it were but not a lie, twas just a brought out extension of our relationship, of thine and the muscles, 'He wouldn't mind!'

"First Reichert then Miyamoto now his sworn brother, you know all you descents are blessings to us normal folks and today alone I am blessed with three of you, I could tell you're strong Mister?"

"Lock!"

"Mister Lock, we of the keen eyed folks have great intuition. I hope you do great service to this town as I would you."

He looked at me, a sharp eye- a glare that declared a business of take and give.

"I'm strong indeed Mister Paymen, I've just descended but I'm already a herald now."

He looked at me keenly, only later he opened his trap, "Not my place to judge nor my ears cater much to promises of words, I only see results and an eye to bet on who and what would show said results."

sitting the cup back to the cloth, this somehow spelled the end of our short meet.

Get it short meet? Cause he's short and the meeting was also short?! Short meet?!

Laugh all who's reading.

Back to tale,

"Speak no more! Come!" he said, scooting off of his tall seat.

As he did I came to sigh a great fucking sigh of relief.

Motherfucker as he stood was barely taller than the thigh high table he boasted.

Finally someone shorter than I, I mean someone not as tall as I.

'I love this game so much!' the mind cheered a fuck ton.

I stood a very tall being as he made his little steps towards the door, holding it open for thine.

"Jasmine?!" he then shouted a call.

Too loud for his shortness, I fret a tad- thinking his little lungs would ran out of fuel.

"Yes Sir?" quickly then answered a lady with frail a voice.

She peaked from down the stairs- from behind a counter of where she sat.

"Give this young man the town's ID."

"Immediately sir!" she roger-ed.

"On you go! Meet me not for trivial matters later!"

He shoved me out the door, "And give the boy a pair of shoe!" and shutted it to retreat back to his luxurious room.

"Come sir this way, it will not take long, you could make do with the pair on the counter right?"

I followed as told, taking the shoes, "They're just my size, that's some good eyes!"

"These landed me a job so, thanks to my maker." said she.

The counter she tended to was a busy mess with documents and files and the lot.

"Just hold on sir! Let me just… where'd I put the things.." she busied and made a further mess.

"Take your time!" I eased the lady, she reached down the counter, sometimes hopping towards the many opened cabinets behind her.

"Sorry there's just a… things are just so so a mess." She further messed up the mess, "You must be someone special Sir.. no one simply gets their ID from here."

"I figured that would be the case." Said I.

"Yeah.. making one in this town will cost you a thousand gold… oh here they are."

'A thousand?' Oh what a fruitful lie thine tongue did spout.

She brought out a purple noisy crystal and a document of white paper.

"Here!" handing me the things, her everything was a mess, her auburn hair like brambles they were, only her glasses were tidy but tis the look of a hard-worker, reminded me of mom.

I paused as I took the things, expected a pen to be handed but by judge of her stance, her busy finger fiddling as she joined them together on the front of her waist it be clear she not planned for a pen to put in my hand.

"Uh? Do you have a pen or a pencil?" I asked, she seemed lost however as I did, her eyes might've been flabbergasted from behind her glasses, "A crayon at least? Or anything that could leave behind a trail, even a toilet brush with shit on it would do."

"You're an Odd ball Sir! Sorry for saying that." She said, "You don't use pens or pencils or anything of the likes to fill an ID. You use the crystal, truth crystal. How exactly is someone like you getting our ID? Don't answer it."

"Oh! Kay!" nodded I.

I suggested they used these exclusively for documents and bonds and the likes.

"Truth crystals! Must've been a bane for criminals."

"It most definitely is!" She nodded.

Grabbing the thing in my palm, the blue crystal had a smoke of purple inside, the mind curious to test if it could detect a lie and so I did.

I tried writing Krillin in the blanks where my name would be written, 'Huh?! weird!' they worked much like pens and pencils.

I barely managed to write 'K' when the smoke inside the crystal then turned red, "It worked! So cool! Red means I'm lying right?"

"Please don't test the crystal Sir!... Here!" she glared mean as she handed me another document to fill, with much a stern grip.

'Oh she hates my guts!'

I was told to wait for a short while as she went to a room besides the cabinets.

The leisure time I took to scan around my curious eye.

Framed paintings painted the walls of greenish blue, where in the corners a line of golden pattern of flowers were drawn all round and throughout.

A while later she returned from the room, with her was a rectangular ID glistening gold and the same flowery pattern from the room etched in the corners of the card, in the back was Paymen's symbol- also bringing this purple orb which I would have guessed as a Relo-Orb.

'Another purple which purples!' it be not wise to speak this out, faster was the thought and it stopped the tongue, beating it in the race.

"Here you are Mister Lock!"

"Thanks!" the feel of this ID felt soft yet rigid and unbending even when tried, they were silky in touch.

The orb was a size of a cue ball, somehow this reminded me of the baldy from first I came here, 'What's his name again? Could've swore he had one!' I pondered, wondered, 'What's he up to right now? Hope I'll meet him again.'

But then as my mind was busy;

"Any clue on why this purple purples?" Uh-oh! The tongue was playing fox, stalking and waiting for the right moment of whence I wouldn't be able to stop and finally grasping the right time it asks the already annoyed Jasmine.

"It's mana!" she quickly simply, abruptly said, "And…" she bent down whatever's under that counter and brought out a purple bean?

"A bean? That's why it purples?"

She scoffed, this one doesn't hold back her thoughts too as it seemed, "Put it in your pouch and your space will expand."

Her glasses insisted they didn't want questions or any replies.

And so I did- but nothing seemed to happen, "Okay?!"

Twas bout to jab for a question as I gave her a look- or maybe hopefully a comment at least but still twas made to know that it was not a right time, she shook her head, she might've saw through thine, "Okay!" said I soft and quiet, an obedient one.

"It was nice to meet you Mister Lock! Good day and we wish you the best in your endeavors but for now Good Bye!"

"Oooo-kay!" said I slowly, leaning back believing twas not a panty feller.

Quietly with only three squeaks of the wooden floor I skimmed out the door.

"That was weird- Am I bad with the chicks?" I lamented with much a sad frown.

Only more so- and did I nearly broke out in tears when the chick was screaming her hot fiery temper which somehow seemed thine's fault, the ears heard her screaming, "Lousy Mayor!"

Outside, Rip came;

"Did ya get it?" Rip came, he was waiting for me all throughout.

What good a Samaritan was he.

"Yeah!" said I, turning back to the high pitch madness of the Mayor's office, the roof was as though under fire and earthquakes, I could almost swore they were jumping all cartoony, might thine eyes be much so down they caught delusions- sight of a large fucking tail waving and snaking behind the chimney it was impossibly feline with the blackest of fur made me rubbed thine eyes.

"What did you do in there?" Rip leaned to take a look, "I'd hate to be whoever that's meant for."

'It's for me Rip, It's for me.' If only he had known yet twas shy to lament on my game of panty felling.

"Glad you made it out before that. Oh! Let me a get a look." He held out his hand, I brought out the card the temper bitch had given me, "Damn! That's a real fucking Gold Hermes card!" he yelped with full throttle on his excitement, "It feels like sex!" he moaned as I hand him it, "This costs like twenty thousand golds to make, fucking lucky you!"

I would've been surprised if not for the tenders squeezing and contracting in my downer.

While slowly Rip read,

Lock.

Rank: Herald.

Gold Hermes: Advocate.

"Fucking Wow!.... See ya!" he jerked a thigh in a spit and fake a dash by his waist only to stop in the next moment with the most humorous of laughs which inflicted me a hearty one and laughed I did along, "Jerk! I nearly had a heart attack."