Paperwork and Magic (Open)

[Galahad]

Sitting at a mahogany desk Galahad looked out to a mountain of paperwork that sat before him. The Acolyte, a soldier in the fine army of Tania, wondered how this all happened. Normally this is the result of somebody shirking there work and putting things off. However in this one unique incident in the universe there was no shirking involved. Galahad simply had a ton of paper work and it was all Magic's fault. Well to be exact it was his fault, but it involved magic.

At the moment Tania was one, and probably is, the weakest of all the City States in Lycia. They had just recently gained back some of there land, thanks to the efforts of the great Merio. At the moment however things where peaceful, but Galahad did not see that maintaining itself. Ostia is in ashes and monsters are running rampant all around the area. Galahad did not see the peace in Tania lasting. At the moment they where bandit free and pretty much monster free. Galahad knew that both great evils would return and as a result he suggested that Tania start a magical unit. A unit of soldiers that are sole dedicated to the study, usage, and application of magic.

At the moment this job was handled by the Collage of Magical Arts. However the collage did not look into how to use magic in the battlefield or the uses it could have on building infrastructure. At the moment all it did was simply teach the students the basics of magical history, how to use magic, and the advantages of using elements. It did not go into depth about the application of magic. That is why Galahad wanted to form a separate unit inside of the Tania government for this specific purpose. The name would be Tania's Bureau of magic, or TBM. The idea sounded good on paper, but the application and process of getting that up was a very long and treacherous road. Submitting the idea itself was even harder than one would think, thus the large stack of papers lining Galahad's personal desk.

"I am trying to help my homeland and become the next Merio", spoke Galahad to himself as he sat down and dipped a pin into a ink well. "Instead I get cut down by a mountain of paper." The Acolyte begins his process of sighing, writing, and explaining his initiative.

[Galahad]

For the next three hours Galahad signed and wrote away. Many of the documents placed before him where there simply to waste his time and clog up the system. Submitting a idea through the military command was not a common thing. They preferred if the higher ups thought up new divisions or ideas to improve the military force. However that did not stop the common soldier from suggesting something. instead of letting them talk to there commanders, which would take up there commanders valuable time, they instead decided to make them fill out some forms that would be submitted to another individual who would look over it. If the object is not immediately burned for a waste of ink they would give it to somebody else, who would give it to somebody else, who would then give it to somebody important who would submit it to the proper person to be revived. Safe to say it is a long and painful process and most things submitted would not even make it to the third level less the top. However it was something and Galahad wanted to make his little city state stronger. As a result he submitted his idea, well started the process of submitting it.

"Finally", spoke the Acolyte as he finished his last piece of paper. Collecting his things he placed all the documents into a protective case and placed his pin back into the ink well. With this done he had the rest of the day to relax. Well most of the day. He still needed to report in for afternoon sprints with Sargent Honda. She was a hard @$$, but she kept them all in top physical shape. The drills where even more needed for Galahad. Unlike the other soldiers he did not train with spears and swords. No he was a mage, and a acolyte at that. His skills came in the form of magic and the manipulation of the power of his own soul. It was a art that took lots of meditation, study, and application. However all three of those did not offer much in the way of physical exercise. As a result Galahad suffered from far less stamina and physical tolerance than other soldiers. That is where Sargent Honda came in. The battle maiden from hell would force all of her soldiers into heavy mail armor and force them all to run a mile a day. She did not care if you where mage or knight, swordsmen or soldier. All under her command would run a mile in there heavy mail. She would not have a single slacker in her squads.

Giving a long sigh Galahad got up from his desk. His group did not meet for another hour, but he figured he might as well go ahead and get it over with. The maiden from hell was probably already at the obstetrical course running a few of the new recruits. He could possibly hop in and get his run over with before hand and then plan out the rest of his day. As the acolyte began to undress himself he began to think on the duties he still had to take care of for the day. "After I complete the run I need to stop by the academy and see if any of the young mages are looking to join up with the arm. After that I need to go by and see Bella. She said something about missing books and the possibility of thieves in the library." Galahad figured it was probably some student who checked out a book and forgot to bring it back. However Bella was sure it was stolen and asked him to look into it. She would go through the official channels, but she had just gotten the job as the head librarian. If a book came up missing now it would make her look incompetent. "Last, but most definitely not the least", spoke Galahad as he remembered he made a promise for this evening. The rest of his squad wanted to have a little git together. It was suppose to be a way to build up team work and cohesion in the group. If Galahad missed it they would never let him live it down.

"Alright", spoke the Acolyte as he stood before a mirror with a lose button shirt, a pair of shorts, and a thick military boots. The Acolyte was ready for his first task of the afternoon. Walking out his room Galahad closed the door and pulled out a very complicated iron key. Turning the key he locked the door sealing all of his belongings behind and headed down the stairs. At the moment he was staying in what they called a military posting house. It was really a old Inn that had been bought by the government and turned into a housing facility. Everyone was assigned a certain room and they lived there while they worked in the city. Galahad was a mage and as a result he got a bigger room than the common soldier. Even though his room had more space it was not anything to be considered impressive. He was not a recruit, but he was near the bottom of the totem pole of military power.

Walking outside of the building Galahad could see a couple of his squad mates hanging around the town square. Most of them took the opportunity before there mile run to chat and get to know each other. Galahad however he had things to do most of the time. All of his friends outside of the military needed him to do things for them and as a result Galahad spent most of his free time running around running errands. From the outside it looked as if the Acolyte was a door mat, but in truth they where always mutually beneficial. When Galahad needed to find something out, he had Bella to aid him in his search. When his mates needed new helmets Sam would give them a discount on newly forged steel. When he needed a map or ticket Anna would always bee there, but for a price of course.