This particular case worker was old, crotchety, perverted, and not in the mood for the nonsense of gorram freaks coming into his gorram country. If his old job hadn't fired him for patting that ONE SINGLE hottie on the behind, he would not even be here trying to make back up his pension, he'd be travelling in Okinawa somewhere, on his gorram retirement! So yes. He was PISSED OFF.
His face was in a deep set scowl that would make a baby cry, and he turned it on Fye the instant he sat down. Why couldn't these gorram freaks wear some respectable clothing, gorramit?! With their weird colors and their fruity hair and coming out of the woodwork to put hindrance on hard-working taxpayers while they idled away! Gorram freaks probably planned the whole thing!
And his name! What happened to good, old fashioned Japanese names? Like Himemiya Jirou! That was a NAME. None of this gorram Fuyu Chii Furooraito faggotry.
A distinct grunt left his lips before he asked his next question, and he covered it up with a cough. "What does the D stand for? Age? Formal education?"
Court Mage? Royalty. These freaks just kept getting weirder and weirder. Especially fluffy fucking hair, too, all foreign and overly pretentious. He hated pretentious people. All of them deserved to be stamped and sealed and shipped off to be placed in nice padded rooms in OTHER COUNTRIES.
He thought calmly of taking a trip to Hawaii. A couple of Mai Tais by the beach with a few leggy young Japanese girls with nice plump rears. He REALLY should have been rolling like a fat fox in his pension fund. But no, here he was bowing and scraping for this namby-pamby 'royal family court mage' whatever-the-fuck.
"No formal education? I see. Mage? That means magic. What can you do?"
"A mage without magic. How...peculiar. Now why would you do that? What did you get in return for it?"
Huh. This gorram fool was hiding something. Something big, and the case worker was going to find out what it was. And if it was dangerous, hopefully the gorram bastard would get shot dead in his tracks right there. Bam, one bullet right in the head would put him down for sure. Let's see your little Court Mage healing voodoo video game anime powers take care of that, HA!
Kurogane? The gorram little freak was probably a poof. Poofs in his country. He held back a disgusted grunt and made a few notes. He didn't have any hard evidence and the gorram bastards over at the Bureau of Immigration Denial liked their hard evidence signed in triplicate, but he would find SOMETHING that would get this little brat tossed out of his beautiful country.
"An arm. I see. Are you trained in any special abilities that would be viable in the workforce besides --" he paused to give the impression of thoughtfulness "-- magic?"
Another cough. Gorram poofs cooking like a gorram woman and using gorram guns and WHAT THE GORRAM HELL?
He coughed again. "Yes well, firearms are strictly prohibited here in Japan. You won't be using weapons against anyone else here." He really wanted to tell this gorram fluffy haired girlyman to go get married off so he could cook for his husband all day long while barefoot.
But, that would get him fired from another job, so instead, he said, "You could probably work in a noodle shop, if you're good at cooking." They paid cheaply, but enough so that this poof wouldn't leech off the government. "Most things more than that require expensive schooling." It was only a small lie, but bloody hell if this foreign sack of homocrap made more money than he did.
"You are very welcome," he lied, and shuffled his papers around a bit more. There really wasn't any way out of the country for the freaks; no one else had wanted to take them, and the majority of the foreign governments had flatly refused to harbor such 'dangerous and unusual persons'.
Dangerous and unusual. Right. Dangerous to the procreation of normal, usual citizens. He would lay a few hundred thousand yen down that one or more of the little freaks would get themselves tossed in jail for poofery.
His pension. Piddled away because of one assgrab.
"It's my job to assure you that you are as safe and comfortable as possible in your transit," another lie. Not as big. His supervisor would have his ASS if he fucked up again. He glanced at the computer. If he knew where the poof's friends were, it might make it easier to keep them AWAY from him.
"If you will wait while I situate your identification. If I can help potentially locating your --" he paused again, for effect "--friends, please let me know." He wouldn't lose THIS pension.
He felt his blood pressure rising. It couldn't have been good for his health. He made up for it by smiling even more broadly and typing the names into the computer database of all the freaks that had been registered.
Nada.
"I do not see anyone in our registry matching those names. However, I will make a note in your file, and they will be notified if we come in contact with them," he said. He made a few adjustments under the 'Suggested Jobs' category, and a few more under the workforce 'Does Not Meet Qualifications' list.
He shuffled the Identification Card and the other proper paperwork into a neat little pile. He'd be damned if his boss was going to fire him for disorganization.
"This will be your Identification Card, and this is your subsidy card. Don't lose them. The subsidy contains enough money to live cheaply on the outside of three months, less if you do not make it stretch," he said. "Here is a temporary address for you to stay at, and the police officer will escort you if you so require it."
He looked between the officer and the floofy haired freak. No need to send the poofy ninja-lover in for a hospital visit. It would just waste valuable resources.
His face was in a deep set scowl that would make a baby cry, and he turned it on Fye the instant he sat down. Why couldn't these gorram freaks wear some respectable clothing, gorramit?! With their weird colors and their fruity hair and coming out of the woodwork to put hindrance on hard-working taxpayers while they idled away! Gorram freaks probably planned the whole thing!
And his name! What happened to good, old fashioned Japanese names? Like Himemiya Jirou! That was a NAME. None of this gorram Fuyu Chii Furooraito faggotry.
A distinct grunt left his lips before he asked his next question, and he covered it up with a cough. "What does the D stand for? Age? Formal education?"
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He thought calmly of taking a trip to Hawaii. A couple of Mai Tais by the beach with a few leggy young Japanese girls with nice plump rears. He REALLY should have been rolling like a fat fox in his pension fund. But no, here he was bowing and scraping for this namby-pamby 'royal family court mage' whatever-the-fuck.
"No formal education? I see. Mage? That means magic. What can you do?"
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Huh. This gorram fool was hiding something. Something big, and the case worker was going to find out what it was. And if it was dangerous, hopefully the gorram bastard would get shot dead in his tracks right there. Bam, one bullet right in the head would put him down for sure. Let's see your little Court Mage healing voodoo video game anime powers take care of that, HA!
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"An arm. I see. Are you trained in any special abilities that would be viable in the workforce besides --" he paused to give the impression of thoughtfulness "-- magic?"
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He coughed again. "Yes well, firearms are strictly prohibited here in Japan. You won't be using weapons against anyone else here." He really wanted to tell this gorram fluffy haired girlyman to go get married off so he could cook for his husband all day long while barefoot.
But, that would get him fired from another job, so instead, he said, "You could probably work in a noodle shop, if you're good at cooking." They paid cheaply, but enough so that this poof wouldn't leech off the government. "Most things more than that require expensive schooling." It was only a small lie, but bloody hell if this foreign sack of homocrap made more money than he did.
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Dangerous and unusual. Right. Dangerous to the procreation of normal, usual citizens. He would lay a few hundred thousand yen down that one or more of the little freaks would get themselves tossed in jail for poofery.
His pension. Piddled away because of one assgrab.
"It's my job to assure you that you are as safe and comfortable as possible in your transit," another lie. Not as big. His supervisor would have his ASS if he fucked up again. He glanced at the computer. If he knew where the poof's friends were, it might make it easier to keep them AWAY from him.
"If you will wait while I situate your identification. If I can help potentially locating your --" he paused again, for effect "--friends, please let me know." He wouldn't lose THIS pension.
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"Do these people have full names? Sakura, for example, is an extremely common name in Japan."
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He felt his blood pressure rising. It couldn't have been good for his health. He made up for it by smiling even more broadly and typing the names into the computer database of all the freaks that had been registered.
Nada.
"I do not see anyone in our registry matching those names. However, I will make a note in your file, and they will be notified if we come in contact with them," he said. He made a few adjustments under the 'Suggested Jobs' category, and a few more under the workforce 'Does Not Meet Qualifications' list.
He shuffled the Identification Card and the other proper paperwork into a neat little pile. He'd be damned if his boss was going to fire him for disorganization.
"This will be your Identification Card, and this is your subsidy card. Don't lose them. The subsidy contains enough money to live cheaply on the outside of three months, less if you do not make it stretch," he said. "Here is a temporary address for you to stay at, and the police officer will escort you if you so require it."
He looked between the officer and the floofy haired freak. No need to send the poofy ninja-lover in for a hospital visit. It would just waste valuable resources.
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