Halonar

The Plan

The building was much more modern and big than the Autumn Branch HQ.

Jack walked boldly into the building, he doubted anybody would recognize him, for what he did back in Rorin.

A party of what he assumed were Adaraians , walked past him, staring at him, as if to say; What are you doing here?

At the counter there was a desk with a guy standing at it.

The guy smirked at Jack. "Can I help you?" His name tag read: Hans. He looked little over twenty, Jack was also in his twenties, but harsh work and life showed.

"Registration, please." Jack said. Long gone were the days of excessive politeness.

The guy Hans grumbled, "you want to register for what?"

"Hey!"

A man behind him, with a leather jacket and a bronze ax, called out. He looked no older than sixteen or fifteen.

"Give me one second." Hans grunted.

He walked to the back of the room. "Shut your ass up Donny, I said I'd be back in a minute."

The other guy looked down at his wrist for some reason. "Seems like more than a minute, also it's Danny."

Hans jerked his thumb, and shoved a paper into Danny's chest with his other hand. "Go out back and shoot at some targets. Thirty tries. Write down how many you get. Oh, and one more thing, if I see you cheat, pull out a homing arrow, put the wrong scores, any bullshit, I will kick your ass out of here, no buts."

Danny giggled at the statement. He promptly received a shove out into the yard.

Hans walked back to the desk.

What do you want to register for?

Jack was confused at the question. "What can I register for?"

Hans grunted, as if he had to explain many times to many people. "You register to be a hero with no guild, with a guild, or you can be a worker here."

"Hero." Jack said, flatly. "Unregistered."

"Okay unregistered... Jeez, you look like you've been through shit. What happened? Divorce? Rough finance? Someone died or something?"

Jack resisted the urge to choke the man in broad daylight. What was supposed to be a cheeky jab, hit too close to home.

"Okay, what's your name, where were you summoned, and do you have any sort of affiliation with any government?"

Jack hesitated, he didn't know if the police or Adaraians were still looking for him for what he did in Rorin, maybe a fake name would do.

"Jake." He said.

Okay, where were you summoned?

Jack stopped again, he didn't have to lie on this part.

"I wasn't summoned, I was born here." He answered.

"No problem. We got a lot of second gens here." Hans said, as he lifted the pen.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief, glad he didn't have to explain himself.

Okay, one last step. Even though you're technically registered, you have to kill at least one boss before they accept you. Them's the rules. If you don't, within thirty days, your temporary membership expires."

"So it will be deleted?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, basically." Hans replied. "Some people do that though, for some quick cash, or status. There used to be a rule for it though, but now we have so many applicants, it doesn't really matter anymore."