Aimee looked at the centaur called Yuji as she tried to talk down to Aimee about what being an inquisitor was all about. Aimee even rested her hand on her gun, getting quite tired of the monster girl’s self righteous attitude. [color=crimson]"Pft..."[/color] But instead of flying off at the handle, Aimee just laughed. Hearing everything this Centaur had to say, Aimee felt foolish trying to argue with someone who obviously had brain problems. Letting her hand off her gun Aimee walked over to pat Yuji. [color=crimson]"Oh ho ho ho ho... Aren't you just [i]special[/i]. You know, you should attend service with me sometimes. I think you'll like church."[/color] In Aimee's mind, Yuji was a special type of ignorant. Not one who denies the existence or importance of something, but someone who claims to know so much or even everything about something, despite the obvious. Such people were stricken by madness and can't be reasoned with. But it's those same people that Aimee was devoted to helping. It was unfortunate that Yuji hadn't quite understood her predicament, but Aimee would make sure she learns. Gently.

Eventually as the line grew and shrank, the trial of heroes began. Or rather, the application process did. Much paperwork was handed out to everyone attending and as Aimee took hers, she made sure to read over what needed to be filled out. It was pretty basic: name, occupation, motives, etc. Then came the last part. As an Inquisitor paperwork was as much a part of her business as hunting heretics and slaying demons. After all, the Inquisitors were allowed to do much of their work thanks to bureaucracy and law on their side, but that also meant playing by their rules. Records had to be kept and documents signed and approved. Sufficient to say, Aimee had signed millions of papers before. But never has she ever had to write a paper with a million words. Let alone two million.

Sure enough everyone noticed this and things were starting to get out of hand yet again. At first it was just questioning; fair enough. A short essay, perhaps a thousand words, Aimee could understand. No one wants a foolish hero after all. But two million? Aimee would need a team of scribes for at least a month to get all of that written down. Of course one foolish adventurer had to go and try to pick a fight with the old man handing out the papers, which is when Aimee wasn't going to simply back down with harsh words and threats. Folding the test paper into a fan, she ran up to the thug and smacked him in the back of the head. It wouldn't hurt, but hopefully it'd get his attention.

As she moved up to strike the goon, Aimee took her badge out. It held the [url=http://i.imgur.com/vLE5nD0.jpg?1]holy symbol[/url] of her order, as well as served as the badge of her authority. Hers was made of silver and was meticulously polished. [color=crimson]"[i]Enough.[/i] This is the exact type of madness I was trying to prevent. Let this man go!"[/color] Aimee stood between the old man and the thug, even if she had to put her chest up against his. Their faces were very close, allowing Aimee to look directly into the man's eyes.

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