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Elizabeth Valdine

"Magic runs through everyone veins. I am just a special case."

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a character in “Fairy Tail||A New Story”, originally authored by SilverInk, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Elizabeth Valdine

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Age:24

Nickname: Maniai, an unfortunate nickname bestowed upon her given the distinct difference in personalities of her caster forms. If one were to see, her alternate forms without witnessing the change first, one would say this normally stoic woman had gone mad.
Gender:Female
Mage:Holder primary, caster secondary

Element/Type of Magic: Blood- One of the darker shades of magic that branch the universal tree. It seems to be the distant relation to Celestial Spirt magic. However, the dynamics of the magic rely on the key emotional moments in the summoner's life. This results in is a holder type allowing her to infuse her magic into paper creating new, albeit temporary life. However, there are errors with usage of Elizabeth's magic due to emotional compromise, another of her summons could appear. In the middle of combat, making a mistake like that could cost her life. The beings she creates seem to take on personalities of their own in an exaggerated manner like the characters from a fairy tale, yet if one looks close enough they notice the flaws in their creation reflecting the state of mind their summoner’s mind was in at the time.

Her secondary magic as a caster is a specialized branch of Take-over that seems to allow the magic in blood to envelop her body in its power, resulting in three distinct forms. These forms are relatively useless in combat as a stand-alone usage. However, it seems Elizabeth has managed to sync an individual form to act as a support for its connected summon. This deadly combination does have its drawback as once the duo is synced, it drains enough magic out of Elizabeth, rendering her Holder magic over her summons utterly spent. With this in mind, she has to carefully decide for each battle if she will use only her three summons or risk the boost of pairing a form and summon through syncing.


Rank:S-Class


Crest Location: The crest is located on top of her left arm in black ink.

Weapon: A large quill with the plume being that of a silver griffin with a tip that seems to be absurdly sharp. Alongside that is a medium sized book with blank pages, a humble leather bound book that could be used as a bludgeoning weapon if needed. These are her items for her magic in ordinary cases. The tip of the quill is sharp until to make the small cuts needed for her Holder magic

Height:5,5
Weight:120
Party:To be announced


Appearance: Has a slender figure, surprisingly so for her height. One would call her lanky, given that her choice of outfit is not exactly the most flattering. Two distinct features distinguish her, her choice of outfit and bandaged hands. Her outfit is a stiff priest-like robe barely giving her figure any shape, although one could tell the wearer is a woman up close..there have been issues with those mistaking her for a man from a distance. Her hands seem to be bandaged consistently with the cloth having various stains on it ranging from blood to ink stains. The blood can be contributed to the nature of her magic as well as she can be rushed while handling paper from a dusty tome of some kind. Her blonde hair is cut shortly just above her shoulders, jagged as if cut with a rusty blade .One could make the distinction between the length of her hair in her ‘normal’ form and that of her alternative forms. The length of the hair seems to represent the leash that she holds her emotions with, from reserved as the Damsel to utterly depraved as the Demoness. Her eyes are a unsettling red color that seem to easily peel away human facades revealing the true nature of someone. Her skin is only a shade away from being pale as the moon, a distinct sign she doesn’t get out into the sunshine very often.







Personality: Stoic would be the ideal description of Elizabeth in her daily life. Given the sensitive nature of her magic it is fairly clear that it would not be the wisest option to try and get her emotional about something. However, that does not mean she is a completely heartless human being as she finds herself simply content to observe the antics of her guild mates and do her best to serve everyone as well as she can. To be content is her favored mood as she can easily keep a tab on her magic. Yet, in everyday moments the faintest traces of emotion seem to slip past her mask, ranging from minor irritation to joy. In the depths of her heart locked away is her true nature of a very lonely person striving to find comfort in companionship, yet wishes to keep hold of her sanity. The strain of keeping her emotions in check can have a negative effect on her physical well-being. Her magic is draining on her mental state at the thought of developing spilt personalities..which may have been there all along. Her own hopes and dreams are just to keep her mind together..regardless of how fragmented it may be in the end.


Likes:

Reading, quiet meditative places, gardening, exploration of ancient ruins and locations, tea

Dislikes:

Loud noises and horror stories


Flaws:

Blunt honesty. This lack of filter is not intentional to be cruel, more on the side of an after thought that not everyone has a lid on their emotions like she does.

Emotionally Unstable- Her current troubles with her magic have rendered her into a balancing act of emotions. One feeling too strong could easily cause her magic to surge and a different personality to emerge, not exactly the greatest person to rely on in a battle be it physical or mental. Resulting in her becoming a mask of calm and content, and struggling internally to keep the boil of emotions under control.

Talents:

Vita-culture-Given her childhood was surrounded by lush vineyards and on the occasion less than sober guardians.Has a talented hand when it comes to raising grapes for alcoholic beverages..ever useful for the wild Fairy Tail guild. Its her way own of giving back to the guild with a personal touch that keeps her sanity around her less subdued guild mates.

Archeology-Is fascinated with the history of continent and what remains of the ancient past. Can be useful skill when exploring ruins or attempting to find an object for an eccentric history collector. Recently has become very useful in reading old scripts of dead languages. She finds this hobby of hers to be a well-earned distraction from her guild mates.

Meditation- Has had years of practice of going into this calming, trance-like state and finds it extremely useful when attempting to calm distressed clients, generally has a few sticks of incense for that purpose and a few selected packets of calming tea. It is not uncommon to see her meditating in the quieter areas of the Guild.

Reading people- Can analyze the state of a person’s emotions quite easily through facial tics such as a person who is frustrated will have take frequent deep breaths etc. However, this gift is only useful from a distance as she seems to clam up if confronted directly by the person she is observing. The art of people-watching has a subtly that she has not exactly managed yet.

Fears:

-Losing herself to the alternative forms of my magic. Elizabeth's original self would completely be consumed by the alternative personas.

-Being trapped in a dark, enclosed space with other people. By herself she may stand the chance if alone as she has spent much of her time exploring ruins in underground caverns, yet to deal with others in a stressful situation like this is a nightmare in itself.






Bio: Elizabeth's start in life was an emotionally turbulent one as she was left on the porch of the living quarters of a group of elderly mages who had taken it upon themselves to leave behind ‘civilization’ in favor of living out their remaining years with others of similar minds. The elders founded this place of solitude in the heart of Sween Valley, a rural area known for the ambrosia-like grapes that were lovingly crafted into the finest alcoholic beverages for the rest of the country. When the community of elderly mages found the squirming bundle of Elizabeth, one of the leaders, a grandfatherly mage by the name Bato took the child into his home. Bato was a Celestial Spirit mage with only a few silver keys as his companions. Yet, even the Sprits couldn’t drive away the lonely feelings that invaded the heart of the old man, yet the child managed to bring new life into the community. Elizabeth was a unique child indeed full of creative talents and thirst for magical knowledge. As the child began showing magical energy, Bato had hoped his own magic had rubbed on off on the child to follow in her adoptive grandfather’s footsteps as a Celestial Spirit mage, surprisingly he was correct of the type of mage she would be as Holder mage. Her first magical demonstration was at the age of seven when she accidentally had a small cut on her finger, a droplet of blood hit parchment. It seemed to shift with life for a moment.

After witnessing this event, Bato dug into old archives of the community’s library before tracing his 'adoptive' granddaughter’s magical talent as Blood magic. With further research Bato managed to uncover several tomes detailing its distant relationship to Celestial Spirit magic. Bato, himself took Elizabeth under his wing in order to begin molding her control over her magic. This was a key with a majority of Holder-type magic as the control of the mage relies on how magic his/her body uses without fatal consequences. One test was far too early in Elizabeth 's control level at the age of thirteen she found herself under attack of an ambush with only a book in hand she called upon a protector to defend herself with. Moments seemed to pass by as nothing happened until she received a minor wound on her arm, blood striking the crisp white papers of the novel as the Knight appeared for the first time. Gallant as the tales of old, the silent man shielded the youth from harm until Bato himself appeared in a rage as it was revealed a less than pleasant group of travelers, drunk on the wine of the village came looking for trouble. Elizabeth, utterly spent from her burst of magical usage she sat mute for several days. That day she vowed never to loose her voice to fear again. The sweet and innocent deposition of the beloved ‘granddaughter’ of the community faded into that of a stoic,but well-mannered youth.

Three years passed as at the age of sixteen, teenage arrogance began to settle in Elizabeth’s bones. Her talents as mage grew quickly under the instruction of Bato and others as did her talent for reckless behavior. Bato would eventually find it less shocking to see a two-headed chicken than to see Elizabeth shyly fawning over flamboyant traveling merchants and less than savory rouges. One such gentlemen managed to ensnare the heart of the young lady before whisking her away on the back of his horse. It was a time of carefree feelings and love, foolish love indeed. The gentlemen was a thief and not the best one in that, it was his inexperience that lead to the duo being caught by a group of guild mages. Thankfully Bato, himself bailed the child out by vouching for innocence in the schemes of the rouge. His only parting gift before being thrown in jail was that of card of hearts. In honor of her time spent with her first ‘love’ she dedicated her second summon to him. The trust between Elizabeth and Bato grew weaker after this event as she had turned a blind eye to the morals that he instilled in her long ago.

The final straw came as an emotional blow to the fragile feelings of Elizabeth, a young woman now at twenty-one. Her hometown was ransacked by a guild of Dark mages, seeking magical artifacts to further their power. Her home was burnt to ashes, so many happy memories fading with as she watched helpless as thugs attempted to beat information out of Bato on the whereabouts of some legendary ruins said to reside in the nearby mountains. The artifact was said to be the skull of an guardian of the underworld, with numerous magical power instilled in it. Elizabeth herself had stumbled upon the ruins by mistake and daringly offered to lead the thugs to them. Little did they know that it would become their graves like the inhabitants of long ago. The party had found the skull, not before realizing it had begun manifesting itself with the murderous blood-lust of Elizabeth’s magic. Hastily slicing her hand open with inspiration from the legend of the guardian beast, she summoned Hellhound for the first time. It was this moment she would regret for the rest of her youth as her magical control over the creature slipped and tore the attackers to pieces. She returned to the village covered in blood, staining her favorite white dress. The elders carefully tended to the girl, shocked at her actions or what she could have prevented. Anger and hatred bubbled up inside herself as she felt the stares and heard the whispers. Her magical abilities were too ‘dangerous’ they said..’emotionally-unstable’.

Within a weeks after the event she found herself locking away her emotions within her heart. Elizabeth's magi began to manifest itself as alternative forms or personas that Elizabeth willingly slipped herself into just to escape her own identity. Eventually, she bid her hometown goodbye and became a traveling mage. An odd one indeed given her outfit and short hair, one could of mistaken her for traveling clergy. Eventually arriving at Fairy Tail, she quietly made her way up to S-Class at the age of twenty-three. With her jobs taking up a majority of her time, she still keeps correspondence with Bato through letters. Still she can’t bring herself to return to her hometown after the events that led up her leaving for the final time.





Spells

Holder Type- Requires her own blood and paper


The Knight: A silent hero in the eyes every child reading classical fairy tales of princesses and dragons.His silent nature is mysterious, as this man is a mute. The brave soul determined to rescue and protect the fair maiden in his charge. While his large stature may seem intimating, his style of combat is strictly defensive. Wearing a heavy steel plated armor renders him an immobile stronghold, complete with an absurdly large blade that seems near impossible for any normal human to hold. When summoned, it is not uncommon for Elizabeth to hide behind his massive bulk and go on the offensive in terms of long-range with her caster magic.

*Upgrades in collaboration with Blood Caster Magic*

*Tears of the Damsel*- When synced with the Damsel form, the protective armor of the knight vanishes replacing it with a simple tunic. With this no longer hindering his movement, he can physically attack or defend with his blade with some movement. However, his main concern is protecting the Damsel and does so at the cost of his own blood (In theory his magic power from his summoning) allowing it be weapon by the Damsel. Eventually as his wounds increase, he will eventually fade into shreds of paper.

The Gist of the Knight: (What the summon does in its bare bones):The Knight in its initial summon is basically a defensive summon, unable to physically attack only defend its summoner. While synced with the damsel though, the tables are turned as his defensive traits are exchanged for attack traits.

So think of the summon as a fortress at the start, once synced it turns into a lightly armored badass tank. However, despite being able to attack, its primary objective is still the same. Protect the summoner.


The Rouge: While the Knight summon was the mysterious mute, this gentlemen thief never seems to keep his mouth shut. Yet, like guardian he too has a flaw, as he is blind in his left eye with severe scarring on that side of his face. He can become visibility uncomfortable with eyes gawking over the this facial disfigurement and opts to wear a mask to cover that side of his face. In an effort to make-up for this flaw, his persona oozes confidence and flirtatiousness with humans of all types. Seems to make an exceedingly obnoxious effort to fluster his summoner. His talents in combat are a reliance on speed and traps, with daggers being his weapon of choice. Outside of combat, he seems to have an affinity with lock picking and eavesdropping.


*Lady Luck *- Luck seems to on the Rouge’s side as this charming magician gains a lovely assistant in the shape of the Lady in Red. His assortment of weaponry has expanded into that of a deck of cards infused with the magic of his summoner. This upgrade in weaponry has its flaws as the card that is drawn is one of random suits ranging from the clubs,spades, diamonds and his personal favorite the suit of hearts. The color of the cards changes the effect of the card as well. Black cards seem to give a temporary effect for the Rouge himself. The real benefit of teamwork comes into play when red cards are drawn from this temperamental deck as it allows the Rouge and Lady in Red to compliment one another. There is a time limit on this spell as once five cards have been drawn from the deck, the spell wears off and the Rouge is dismissed.

Black-Clubs: The card itself changes into a set of police batons enabling the Rouge to fight in close-combat for a minute,before the clubs vanishes into a torn card.

Black-Spade: The Rouge places the card on the ground, creating a large pit-fall on the surface. Relatively useless if the target is not sufficiently distracted or blinded to walk into the obvious trap.

Black-Diamond: Another weapon card, granting the Rouge a handful of obscurely sharp silver coins that can thrown as a ranged weapon. The coins themselves cause only very minor cuts allowing a distraction for a quick get away.

Black-Heart: This attribute is similar to that of the Tear of the Damsel spell, allowing the Rouge to sustain a greater amount of damage before vanishing.

Red-Clubs: Similar to the Black-club card, with the exception that the batons now have blades at the tips of them. A singular baton is given to both the Lady and the Rouge.

Red-Spade: A faulty card that is disappointingly ineffective in combat as it only grants shovels to the Lady and Rouge. Although Elizabeth has found this effect quite useful whenever she goes looking through ruins of ancient cities.

Red-Diamond: The shape of diamond appears on the surface of the ground, before blood erupts from it creating several copies of the Rouge. The copies themselves will vanish at the slightest touch of an attack. However, this card is beneficial as it can give the real copy a chance of a sneak attack.

Red-Heart: Perhaps the personal favorite of the Rouge, much to the disdain of Elizabeth and faint embarrassment of the Lady. The card itself heart envelopes the form of the Lady before breaking into two revealing the Lady in an outfit that compliments the desires of any male opponent ranging from a scantily clad French maid to an average burlesque outfit etc. The Lady will attempt to entice her male ‘client’ into vulnerable position before vanishing in an explosion of heart cards, revealing an armed and dangerous Rouge.


The Hellhound: A creature that seems to be from the bowels of the Underworld itself. This hound-like creature is around the size of a horse, with a less than pleasant set of canines. The abnormal size of the creature is the least of worries for victims of this beast as it multiple piercing red eyes, a grand total of six,seem have multiple uses if magic is applied correctly. Each individual eye seems have an affinity for individual skills ranging from; night vision, magic identification (Able to identify what type of magic a mage uses before seeing it. Very low probability of it being correct), Heat-seeking (Tracks the target's body heat, works only if the Hound has seen the target in person), Blood-Loss (See through the target's armor to aim for weaken areas). The remaining two eyes are its' natural ones, the other four seem to appear only when in use. The creature itself seems to lack any sense of humanity and seems to existing only as a living example of his summoner’s fears and hatred combined into one single beast. With fangs as weapon, this is ‘pet’ is built for endurance and strength, making it an excellent living weapon against larger opponents. Its’ drive to bring down its’ target seems to be the only motivation for work of magic.

*Devil’s Due*- Synced with the Demoness, this hellhound makes it’s presence known through the loud clanging of chains that are placed on its’ collar to prevent the creature from going off track or switching targets. This lessens the need for concentration in keeping the summon under control while synced, it can be a battle of wills between the form and summon. The magic itself grants the multiple eyes of the beast to appear and allow to use it's abilities. The bulk of the creature comes to the benefit of the physically combative Demoness form as its’ endurance is shown in the amount that can be drawn from it body.

The Gist of the Hellhound: While, the Demoness acts as an collar to speak, while synced with the Hound. Given the chaotic natures of both form/summon, it can be a constant battle of wills. However, if a proper balance is met the two have devastating combination tactics. The chains that restraint the collar on the summon can be unlocked by Demoness allowing her to use them as weapons.

As far as physical magic attacks go, this duo is a powerhouse given the abnormal endurance of the Hellhound. The demoness form unlike Elizabeth's normal form can manipulate the blood of the Hound into living weapons ranging from shards of hardened blood to her personal favorite a massive Scythe. The drawback to this tactic is that it can weaken the Hound.


Caster

Blood Takeover: The magic in her blood literally takes over her entire body resulting in a completely new form. One could say this a unique branch of Takeover magic, with potently dangerous consequences. This type of magic can be triggered with deep concentration from Elizabeth or if she allows her emotional state to become out of balance with her mental one. Given her normally tight leash on her emotions, combat is one of few places she can let her hair down.




The Damsel: Her gentlest form that she has managed to succeed in controlling without fear of allowing an alternative persona to develop. Her combative techniques are nonexistent as the form represents Elizabeth’s desire for peace and ‘goodness’. Without an offense to speak of, her only use in combat is as a defensive magic as she hide her pretty face behind a metal fan to use to redirect weaker spells away from herself. Yet,the fan is not meant to hold up forever, just enough time to give her the chance to summon the Knight. The tears she sheds for his wounds are the start of the ‘Tears of the Damsel’ spell, that kicks in once she is physically struck by the opponent.


The Lady in Red: The secondary form in Elizabeth’s caster set,prone to displacing her original persona at the moment. Provocative, yet innocent is one way to describe this form. Her outfit seems to be that of a ‘working’ woman, however her persona is that of an young maiden. Endearing and blissfully unaware would be an appropriate description of this form’s personality..or is it? Her talents as a distraction can be useful in the assistance of escaping an ambush or allowing the Rouge to set-up a few traps along the way before allowing his assistant to return to his side. The physical ability of this form is a tad better than that of the Damsel as the Lady has an adept aim with knives like her accomplice. The spell ‘Lady Luck’ is started with a simple kiss on the cheek of the Rouge, an easy enough task if one is not being confronted by enemies. The problem with the spell itself is that it can be difficult to procure due to the embarrassment of Lady and forwardness of the Rouge.

The Demoness:The final and deadliest form, as well as the most recently acquired by Elizabeth. The persona of this she-devil is a bloodlust and lust-filled one much to the chagrin of Elizabeth herself. Yet, there is a reason why this one the final options that Elizabeth goes to as a mage as it can be difficult to control if her original emotions are not carefully in check before performing the blood-takeover. The form itself gives her physical abilities allowing her to handle herself in a fist fight with the average mage, her true deviousness lies in the silk tongue of the form. Elizabeth’s preferred tactic with this form is the blunt manipulation of the opponent’s emotions in order to throw them off balance in combat. The true danger of this form lies within its ties with Hellhound summon as it grants the duo a variety of spells that could inflict massive damage upon their targets. The Hellhound is synced through the offering of a collar and a taste of the opponent’s blood. Once properly synced, the arsenal of weapons the demoness can summon is expanded as can withdraw blood from her ‘pet’ with ease. A favored weapon is that of a scythe shaped out of blood or to use the chains connecting the collar as a mid-range type weapon.


Other: FT Forever!

So begins...

Elizabeth Valdine's Story

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Anaida Quincy


It was the early morning, and just like any other morning, in the Guild, a certain woman sat at the bar. Her fiery dark eyes surveyed her domain, watching as fellow guild mates walked in and out and about her Guild. Not many had arrived probably because it was still pretty early but not for her. She was an early bird amongst the sleep ins and she was proud of it. Leaning back on the stool she sat upon, Anaida placed her elbows on the bars countertop behind her and breathed a sigh of content.

However it seemed her peaceful morning wasn’t about to stay peaceful for very much longer. Already she could see some of the more rowdy members coming in both new and old. Anaida didn’t pay much mind to it since she hoped with her being present they wouldn’t do anything stupid. For now Anaida would simply stay where she was and relax while drinking her morning coffee.

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Elizabeth Valdine


For any other resident in the quiet countryside of city, home to the Fairy Tail guild, the cheerful cheeping of birds and rays of sunshine would be a sign of good fortunates to come. Not so far the mage currently occupying an overflowing desk, her blonde hair falling elegantly across her face. A single page of parchment served as the woman's pillow for the night, smudged ink indicating Elizabeth had been translating something before falling asleep. Her bandaged hands slowly flexed and opened as she stirred awake, her crimson eyes drowsy from sleep. A low moan of pain escaped from her mouth as the cheerful sunlight filled the room as she opened the curtains above her desk, why did her head feel like it was being assaulted by trumpets?

Running a hand over her face as she slowly began to piece the events of the night before, at least to the best of her ability. A seedy, rundown pub, a perverted old man known for his archeology exports, and her giggling like some ditz. Her eyes snapped open as her recollection came to close, as she felt a shutter run down her spine as the attempting fondling of her form as the Lady in Red's sensual body and her coping with the interactions through copious amounts of alcohol. Elizabeth had managed to drink the gentlemen under the table and walked off with her prize, a fair trade and an official mission. Leaning back in her chair she scanned through the job flyer stating "Archeologist, seeks knowledgable companionship while surveying the local mountains. Reward to be discussed". In her idiotic mindset, Elizabeth found herself being used a pack mule by a bumbling pervert whose comments nearly made her punt the fool off the mountainside. The reward was almost not worth it as the archeologist requested that she assume one of her more 'favorable' forms for company at a bar.

~Thank goodness, the Lady's form has a high tolerance for alcohol.~ Elizabeth thought as she gently leafed through her reward, a series of papers in horrible condition, but containing hordes of information of the local mountainside and their rumored ruins within them. However, her magical endurance seemed to of failed her as she stumbled through her door, utterly intoxicated. In her state she had only managed to make a few notes before passing out on her desk. Glancing down at her stained paper, and then back at her hands, she swore under her breath as she glanced in the mirror, in which several large ink stains covered her face. Wiping her face with a wet rag, a shiver went down her spine as came to conclusion that she would have to take her discovery to THAT PLACE . THAT PLACE in which accidents involving fire, ice, and a variety of liquors happened from dusk to dawn, her precious reward's bookshelf life would be endangered with every passing moment.

~This has to be done though. I can't wait on this~ Elizabeth thought as she gently placed the book, alongside her normal satchel filled with her needed supplies such as paper, spare ink-wells and quills. Smoothing out her crisp black robe, she grabbed her custom-made belt and gently placed a leather-bound book in its holster alongside a pointed griffin quill. Satisfied with her appearance, she began her annual walk to the THAT PLACE. Various townspeople called out in greetings of well-wishes, good mornings etc. Thankfully the positive reaction drowned out a few harsher calls about various bills that members of her guild had not paid yet. After about five minutes she had arrived at THAT PLACE.

A faint smile appeared on her lips as she placed her hand on the strong double doors of the guild she had called home for the past couple of years. The mages guild of Fairy Tail was a place of chaos and destruction, yet Elizabeth had found herself settled down quite quickly in the guild after learning how to deal with rougher members of guild. Nodding her head in greeting to a listless Guildmaster Anadia Quincy, she quickly settled herself in corner of the guild, far away from ominous looking caskets full of beer. As she placed the fresh parchment and cracked open her book she mumbled under her breath "So, is this the calm before the storm. Well then, good morning Fairy Tail..". Soon the sound of quill against paper vibrated throughout the quiet guild hall.

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The sun rose on Fiore, streaking the sky with the brilliant hues of dawn's first light. The mosaic above painted a beautiful scene in the chilly morning air to any who cared to glance skyward. Merchants, traders, and various other townsfolk scurried out of their homes and into the streets, ready to take on the day as it began anew, leaving endless possibilities to any that cared chase after them.

The masked man apart from the main square was not as optimistic as as many of the simpler folk around him this day. Clad in a wreath of dark clothing, it appeared as if the man casting his gaze into the water of the tiny stream that wound through the city was wrapped in an aura of shadow. Legs dangling over the edge of the bridge, Virgil watched the waters as they moved steadily to wherever their path would take them, his finger gently tapping the edge of a plain, yet slightly old looking book her held in his grasp. He had gotten to nearly the edge of town when he felt the book digging into his back, the pressure of his belongings pressing the book against the cloth of his bag. When he dug out the nuisance, Virgil knew he had to turn around. He knew he wasn't ready to leave.

'Treasures and Traps: A Guide to Runes and Ruins.'

The book was simple and detailed exactly as one might think, but Virgil smiled as he tucked the small tome back into his bag and made the short trip back to his tiny apartment. Elizabeth had given it to him a day prior, and he had finished it during his missed time the past night. His pack made its way to its designated spot in his simply furnished room as he made his way to the wardrobe on the far wall. His clothes were not worn from the night and a fresh pair would have been a waste, but his mask was needed to be replaced. Row upon row sat inside the wardrobe as he replaced his current and pulled a new one. Cracked and missing a large portion from the left side of it's face, Virgil's eye was exposed as he drew the sheet off of the mirror outside the door. He could only hold his own gaze for a moment before the sheet was replaced and he quickly made his way out the door, book in hand.

Minutes seemed to dissipate as Virgil's eye scanned a few key pages from his book as he ignored the whispers of those he passed in the streets. Before long, he found himself standing before the double doors of Fairy Tail, Fiore's pride and headache. His beloved guild. Doing as he always did, Virgil slid in without a word and as inconspicuous as possible, keeping out of everyone's way and apologizing to any the he blocked on his way into the main hall.

Virgil's path would bring him close to the bar and he paused for a second to equip his other hand with a small cup of tea. The aroma perked him up instantly as he regarded the other two seated at the bar. "Ma'am." He regarded their guild master politely and nodded to Johnathon nearby. "Pardon me."

With his tea in hand and the precious book in the other, Virgil spied what he was searching for in a corner of the room, apart from the commotion that normally surrounded the hall. Peering over the shoulder and past the blonde head atop to the parchments sprawled along the table. Lifting his mask slightly to see better, Virgil pointed with his book hand to a large ink blot on the paper. "You missed a spot Elizabeth."

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The sun shone, brighter than usual. It was as if someone had turned up the brightness as it pierced through the woods like a knife through butter. Julius rolled over before jumping up as if someone had thrown water on him. Squinting his eyes he tried to make sense of everything that happened and why he was in his bathroom lying on the floor.

"You do know that we have you outnumbered right?" A brutish looking man said as five other men dressed in tattered clothing surrounded Julius.

"I don't think that's ever mattered before. And gentlemen I'm not going to fight you all will be fighting yourselves." Julius laughed as he turned around and began walking away. In a matter of moments there were screams of fear as Julius disappeared into the darkness.

"Damn it!" Julius yelled as he splashed water on his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror noticing his trademark golden eyes. It was supposed to be a simple job, sneak into the bar, steal the treasure back and return it. So how in the hell does it turn out that they have a dark mage hiding in the ranks, even though he got the treasure it still seemed to be mind boggling.

He grabbed his brown towel and wiped his tan face, not remembering the time. Ten past seven, he was running late but it didn't really matter seeing as how he had a long night. He ran into his room, hopping over his stool and grabbing a blue dress shirt and white tie; running out the house without having his shirt on yet, he caught a few glances as his black and white crest shone in the middle of his chest.

He noticed a couple of burn marks that were imprinted to the ground and thought of only one person. The red haired dragon or spit fire as he called her, Sera. This made him a bit more excited, because he could possibly see the elegant and ever beautiful Holly. Walking through the doors, he took in everything. The S class mages each in their own corner, the guild master drinking, the old man and the dragons. He gave a small nod to everyone as he went behind the counter and began prepping meals for everyone that would be going on a job.

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A faint smile appeared on Elizabeth's face as she allowed the tranquil scratching of her quill drown out the slowly waking Fairy Tail. The few early-risers exchanged greetings with one another and a few began breakfast. A low growl in her stomach reminded her that she herself had not eaten and the scents of morning food were beginning to distract her from her task. With a huff of annoyance she hunched herself protectively over the paper that was now scented with smell of fresh ink. A few minutes passed by as another distraction entered her view, a book titled "Treasure and Traps: A Guide to Ruins and Runes" as well as the familiar hand that held it.

A quiet voice reached her ears "You missed a spot Elizabeth." , her crimson eyes darted down to the parchment before her and her faint smile turned into a firm line as the large splash of ink ruined the pristine snow white color of the paper. Nearly giving a childish huff out loud, before settling for sulking with her head on the table. With a practiced hand she gently took the offered book before using it as pillow to prevent any more ink accidents like her morning.

After about five minutes of well-earned sulking she glanced up at Virgil and the coveted tea in his grasp. Her eyes calmly searched the mask before her and finally spoke lightly "Seemed you enjoyed the book I lent you, although I am surprised that you showed up this morning. I do believe last time we talked you were ever so determined to leave without a trace. How dramatic of you Virgil.." Her tone was playful and light, perhaps even a bit more cheerful that her shy friend had once again not yet carried out his plans of leaving.

Her eyes once again focused on the mess before her, before grasping the ruined parchment gently one hand and presenting it to Virgil "A fair trade don't you think? My book for this piece of parchment..hopefully that rune magic of yours can somehow fix? I would really prefer not to rewrite these notes..". In all honesty she did not know the full extent of his magic or what tasks he could easily perform with it. Perhaps cleansing ink from paper was within one of his runes? Her eyes once again blinked slowly as she took in the mysterious mask, resisting the urge to see the face under it. She was naturally curious about many things, and that mask was just one of them.

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Virgil took it all in as he watched his dear friend's reaction to his appearance and the fine details that arrived along with him. "It wouldn't be very polite to leave when you still need me so much..." He said curtly, a bit muffled by his mask, as he indicated the sheaf of paper and cacophony of ink blotting it in what seemed like the most inopportune parts. He was quite pleased at his own response he found, being faster and much more intelligent of a comeback than he was normally used to in his exchanges. But even his small moral victory wasn't enough when he felt Elizabeth's brilliant gaze boring into the shield protecting his face from prying eyes.

Try as he might though, he still fidgeted a bit under her gaze as he took a seat across from her and tried to concentrate on the pieces of parchment before him. "U-um...." Clearing his throat, he pushed the cup of tea across the table toward her while he kept his gaze averted from her eyes, letting his hair fall a bit around the mask to help the mask in protecting him. "No doubt you skipped breakfast again..."

The paper was standard parchment as he tested it's weight and fingered the edge to test its consistency and thickness. The ink was thoroughly soaked through, obscuring Elizabeth's delicate script in quite a few more areas than he had initially suspected. The was no telling how long the ink had to set overnight to do the kind of damage it had already caused. Virgil had to mentally check himself before letting out an exasperated sigh at this happening. It was an affront to any sort of literature to let something like this happen. But his friend knew that better than anyone, he couldn't imagine how she must feel at it having happened to her own works. Which made his next words that much harder...

"I can't fix these papers..." It pained him to say so, but he wouldn't lie about it, not to Elizabeth. "The ink is too far set in, anything to remove it could destroy the par--" He didn't just stop his sentence, he cut it clean off with an abruptness that would have made a tavern wench blink. But the gears in his head insisted on shutting him up to allow them to work their magic. The eye visible to the world, peeking out from the shattered part of his guise, flashed an intense shade of vermilion as he poured a bit of his Écriture into the parchment in his fingers. The words lit up in the same intense light as they lifted slightly from the paper. materializing as words in the air. Shuffling through the sheaf before him as he held his concentration, Virgil pulled a fresh piece of parchment and settled the letters onto it, recreating the notes on the first. "Maybe not as good as new," he stated a little dryly, "but as good as any copy can be."

There was plenty more to do, and boasting wasn't his style as he continued the process on the other blotted sheets in the stack. It became easier and faster with each sheet, and he was quickly aware of how crowded the guild hall was becoming. People were storming about and becoming louder as the seconds ticked by. Virgil almost had a mind to leap across the table to hug his friend for choosing a spot away from the commotion.....Almost.

"Everyone is in a particularly rambunctious mood today..."

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"You are absolutely right Hannah, people are not meant to be alone. That is why we work together to lighten the load." Shin felt his back beginning to ache, his earlier rounds were beginning to catch up with him.

" Now you girls enjoy yourselves, there's a seat with my name on it and tea to be had." He threw something of an apologetic smile towards the pair, just a hint of his old mischievousness visible beneath it all. Shin took the chance to take his leave and have a seat, the ache subsided somewhat. Sure enough he also placed an order of tea, specifically ginseng to help him ease back into things.

His tea had barely arrived before Holly arrived, her loud greeting to her fellow dragon slayer was something he'd rather expected. The girl had her own ways of showing affection, and it was always a sight he enjoyed seeing. His gaze continued to pan across the room, Seto and Aaron were having one of their usual youthful comparisons. Shin felt a slight pang of sympathy for Aaron when he remembered Hannah's gym equipment, she always seemed out to beef the young man up. The idea made him question whether or not he should consider his own youth wasted, after all when he was their age the closest thing to a friend he had was certain individual out to kill him. Shin shifted his gaze again to avoid falling into the embrace of nostalgia.

Virgil and Elizabeth were the next pair he came across, if he had to say so himself he felt the pair oddly suited for one another. After all, one could almost say his interactions with the two were rather identical. If anything, the biggest factor second to their gender was Virgil's own behavior; were he a bit less reclusive, his grandchild like impression on Shin would be equal to Elizabeth's impression as his own granddaughter. Despite his urge to tease the two a bit, Shin let the pair continue their own conversation...he could wait. From there he shrugged and focused on his tea, he'd catch up with his rambunctious 'family' after a bit of rest.

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Elizabeth's lips merely twitched in amusement at rapid comeback from her friend before merely muttering "Please, you need me as much as I need you. God forbid you become a shut-in without my contestant prodding..Have I told you my theory that you are merely a phantom? ". Her tone was light in a joking manner, in truth she did worry about his constant determination to leave the guild behind. Her mouth twisted into a smirk as the elusive mage merely pushed his tea in front of her and observed as he began expecting her nearly ruined paper.

Lifting the warm cup to her lips, she silently watched with appreciation as the mage tested the capability of her paper. That was one of their shared interests..literature was a connection that words could never break. Glancing down at the cup in front her, she trailed a finger along the rim of the porcelain, not wanting to disrupt the concentration of her companion. As she heard a sigh come from Virgil, she returned her gaze to him, and her heart began to sink at his words of being unable to repair the paper. Repressing a sigh of her own she merely shook her head "it's alight Virgil..I..". His sudden halt of an apology gave her a tiny amount of hope as she watched his magic flow from his body. It was a sight she rarely got tried of seeing as supernatural vermilion eyes focused the flow of magic onto the drying ink characters..onto a pristine sheet of paper.

A warm smile graced her lips as she leaned against her chair in a relaxed manner, once again bringing the cup of tea to her lips as she continued to watch the mage perform life-saving magic on her precious papers. As a small apology came from Virgil's lips of his services being inadequate, she merely rolled her eyes and said "You have saved more of my papers than I can count, trust me my friend I do doubt there are any others who can be as successful at this as you".

As the commotion in the guild began increasing in volume she noted her friend's unease and his comment. Gently picking up one of restored papers she gently ran her finger along the dried ink before stating "Just another day for Fairy Tail. Virgil, after all this time you still are surprised at how 'rambunctious' everyone is even this early in the day..".

Her crimson eyes wandered throughout the guild, it was a typical day for many of them. Her lips quirked for a faint moment as she watched her ever valiant Guild master, begin to reprimand her more active guild mates and then order a beer. ~I too would drown myself in drink, if I had to put up with the blockheads..~ Elizabeth thought with amusement, before giving a small wave to Shin, who seemed to taking the part of a dog watching his flock. Typical of the old mage..

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Rune magic lit up the sheets of paper one by one as they seemed to float through the air to Virgil's hand and back to the table, neatly stacked into a calculated order in a single stack. Repetition had made the process increasingly fast as the last of the papers drifted into the pile. "Done." He declared in the usual nonchalant tone, his visible eye returning to its normal shade. There was no telling exactly how many papers he had tended to, but it really didn't matter as long as the job was done.

Sitting back to rest upright in his chair once more, Virgil turned his head slightly as he studied the rest of Fairy Tail. Elizabeth was right, there was never a dull moment in the guild, but at the very least, they could wait until after breakfast before trying to crush, batter, or maim something. Breakfast was, after all, a very important meal. Realizing he himself had not eaten anything, he felt a bit hypocritical in his own thoughts. "I guess it can't be helped..." It seemed everyone had their vices in the guild, he just wished a few of theirs were quieter.

As if on cue, a rumbling overtook the guild and in strode their wild mage as Hannah drug a cart full of, what could only be described as tools of cruel and unusual punishment, toward her typical target. Virgil cringed at the thought of what Aaron had to deal with on a daily basis with all of Hannah's training. He had no qualms with his guild mate, and had often had quite a few inspiring contests with Aaron, but wouldn't swap places with him even if he was paid. Somethings in life were just not worth spending a day aching over.

Returning his gaze to more important things, Virgil's vision focused once more on Elizabeth, vainly attempting to word anything witty enough to keep her attention of the papers in front of her for a moment longer. As he began to open his mouth to inform her of the carrot-shaped guitar he had seen in the market that would have been a hilarious edition to the young mage Roxie's collection, something grabbed at his consciousness and yanked his attention back toward Hannah and the others.

Seto had made his way toward the group and had sparked up conversation it had seemed, but Virgil's vision was averted toward his hands more than anything as the dark tendrils made themselves visible, coiling around his hands with dark energy. Seto's magic was like Virgil's. And in a way, Virgil could sense the dark energy as he could sense his own magic when it materialized.

Where Virgil's eyes narrowed at the emergence, Hannah's seemed to light up. 'As if the day hadn't gotten loud enough already....' He thought silently. Though, the development did pose some interest inside him. "Looks like things will get a bit noisy between those two." Pointing out what Elizabeth probably could already foresee. Virgil didn't particularly interested in the fight itself as the two began to leave, but it could provide useful information that he had yet to determine from Hannah's magic, as he was sure he could see in full effect against a wizard such as Seto.

"I think I'll watch this," Virgil announced to his literary companion. "Coming with?" Standing from his seat, he turned toward the door to follow the two out, waiting a moment on his companion if she decided to attend the fight as well.

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Shin waved back when he caught Elizabeth waving towards, obviously she'd caught him during his little survey of the guild. It wasn't something he minded, after all in his mind if some of the kids knew they were being supervised they might behave better.

A little dispute between Hannah and Seto more than served to prove that belief wrong. However, instead of intruding on the matter given he no longer had the power to step in on the dispute he contented himself with finding a nice view point of the match. To say the least, he was impressed by the two younger's growth. To say the least, this had served as more than a little reminder of his age. There was however, one habit the two younger mages had indulged in...shouting out their spells. To his knowledge, Mages here found announcing their spell made gifted more power to it. However, he'd been trained on the battlefield and in open war that was more likely to get you killed or countered. To that extent, Shin himself favored silent casting and personally never found much of a drop in power after some training.It took a bit of effort to force himself back to his feet due to his back's noncompliance but he still forced himself towards the pair after they'd settled their affair.

[orange] "Don't you think it's about time the two of you stopped shouting out your spells like children? It might seem pretty, but casting without speaking is the better skill."[/orange] In demonstration of his point, Shin had simultaneously cast the spell Ih Ragdo upon himself during his speech. Space distorted into a bubble around himself upon completion and he took the chance to re-seat himself in the sphere.

[orange]"Sportsmanship aside, while spell calling is technically more 'fair'. I'm concerned that the two of your are depriving yourself of the skill to read your opponent."[/orange] He felt that he was just being a nagging old man by this point, but he still felt the words needed to be said.

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Elizabeth observed quietly from her viewpoint leaning against the strong doors of the guild hall as the dust and magical energy in the air seemed to simmer like that of bacon in a frying pan..before fading into the still air. Her eyes narrowed at the bold declaration from Hannah, whose enthusiasm had landed others, namely herself in hot water just once. Elizabeth wasn't looking forward to getting scalded again by her 'feral' magical talents...Seto, however his talents were under control in his mindset. Running a hand through her hair she merely smirked at the loud whoops coming from the interior guildhall as the guild master announced the latest mission of ridding a town of a Dark Guild by the name of Nightmare Heart. ~Well, this will definitely be a cause for celebration ~ Elizabeth thought wearily as demands for caskets of ale rang out..it would only be a matter of time until some hothead threw a chair. Quickly pausing at the bar to swipe a piece of fruit before it was overtaken by alcoholic beverages.

Glancing around for Virgil, she guessed the quietest location in the guildhall at this possible moment as well as what the tactician would be doing after such a battle. Quiet conversation reached her ears as she reached the almost tranquil silence of the infirmary as she saw Virgil and Seto, looking a bit battered but nothing to the extreme. A faint smile reached her lips as she caught the last segment of his conversation "-wouldn't be able to call myself an S-Class wizard if one friendly scrap put me out of action.". Despite his quiet persona Seto did embody the Fairy Tail mentally of never knowing when to quit. Merely pulling a nearby wooden chair she straddled it in a relaxed position before voicing in a lazy tone " Would you really just call was I just witnessed a 'scrap' really Seto, I hope you aren't turning another Hannah with your enthusiasm..I think one of her would be enough..". Her tone turned a bit frosty at thought of the rambunctious female mage..before she tossed the bandaged man the apple she was planning on eating. Yet one glance at the injuries man, Elizabeth would consider her giving up her prized fruit as her good deed for the day.

A few seconds later, the sound of glass shattered rang outside the quiet refuge of the infirmary as an audible sigh escaped her lips as she felt annoyance flash in her mind as the possible arrangement of being stuck with short-tempered, irresponsible mages during the mission to confront Nightmare Heart, running a bandaged hand through her hair once again out of habit she merely posed this question to Virgil "Why exactly have we chosen this guild as our home Virgil. I doubt even someone of my patience would avoid accidentally punting one of these mages off the cliff side on the way to Nightmare Heart. That is unless I manage to get on a team I will be able to tolerate. Isn't that right Seto? I doubt you are willing to put up antics for very long..". Another piercing sound of glass breaking flooded her ears as she rubbed a hand across her face as if that moment merely proved her point, her crimson eyes blinked slowly as she observed Seto "Unless you are planning on working solo for this job..which I seriously recommend against Anaida would tear you a new one. Personally I find Virgil to be fairly tolerable most days..when I am not having to hunt him down for my books..". Her tone turned teasing as she mentioned Virgil, who did seem to leave often only to be reminded by her books. That being said, Elizabeth had been forced to track those she lent her books to..with extreme retribution.

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Hannah


“We will be fine after we eat.” Hannah answered Virgil, echoing Seto's response. Her mind temporarily drifting off to she hadn't had even a single bite yet that day. Hannah's stomach growled. Between all the excitement, she had forgotten about how hungry she actually was. “Worry not, Virgil.” Hannah said as she put her hand on his shoulder and smiled reassuringly. “We will be ready when we need to be.”

Hannah's enthusiasm however, somewhat dwindled as Elizabeth joined into their conversation. Hannah was often confused as to what the blood and paper mage was trying to achieve, but knew better than inquire by now. Elizabeth never had forgiven Hannah for a past mistake and the two had avoided each other ever since... Even in shared company, it seemed Elizabeth made a point out of it not to address Hannah, as she evidently did now. The huntress' eyes passed to Seto's, then Virgil's for a moment, glinting a hint on her feelings towards the off-hand remarks by slightly baring her teeth. Although she was eager to learn how it was to fight beside Seto rather than against him, and curious as to what Virgil's magic could bring to the table, the rift between Hannah and Elizabeth was still too big for them to work in one team.

“Good luck.” Hannah said resolutely, before suddenly leaving the infirmary in wide strides. If she was lucky, there would still be some of Julius' cooking left in the guild hall... Instead, however, Hannah's attention was drawn to Aaron asking their guild master to team up.

“You are making a team?” Hannah inquired, pleasantly surprised, as she shoved herself into the conversation. Anaida usually operated on her own. Any chance to see their guild master fight, Hannah knew would be a learning opportunity. At the same time, she was also curious about Aaron's improvements. Although he frequently tried to get out of Hannah's training schedule, he did have the ambition to become one of the wizard saints...

“I will join you.” Hannah declared, as she threw an arm around Aaron and Anaida each. “Together, we will let Nightmare Hearts taste the power of Fairy Tail.” Hannah cheered, eager for their mission. This was going to be good, she just knew it.

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Considering the words, Virgil almost cast a questioning glance at Hannah as she assured him they would be fine and not to worry. It wasn't a matter of worrying so much as gauging the guild's current strength. It was a matter of importance instead of faith, a form of information to catalog....and then he realized it was just a mannerism to assure him of the power of the S-class mages before him. Nearly berating himself for having the mental rant he nearly tore off on, Virgil tried to cast an apologetic smile at the woman before he noted it would be pointless behind his mask.

Food was another issue though. The point of eating brought up first by Seto and again by Hannah was one that brought his stomach back to the forefront of his mind once more, remembering that he had skipped breakfast on this morning. At that moment, he could feel his stomach starting to tighten up and the inevitable beginning to happen. 'Don't growl, don't growl, don't growl....'

rrrraaarrrrRGGHHH

The awful sound making it's way through the silence in Hannah's departure broke through his mental commanding as it let loose from the depths of his body. "I don't mind being carried by the likes of two of our guild's stronger wizards," Virgil reached up and scratched behind his head as he addressed Elizabeth and Seto once more, "but food is kind of a must right now." I'm going to grab something to eat and then head out if possible." Moving toward the door once more, he placed a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder as he passed her, silently thanking her for including him in the plans of the stronger two mages of the guild.

If the guild was riled up before, it was exploding with energy and enthusiasm now that Anaida had made her announcement. Virgil would prefer people conserving their strength and preparing for the upcoming fight he was sure would ensue, but it wouldn't be Fairy Tail without the raucous.

The kitchen was generally empty due to the earlier fight, but Virgil looked around to see if Julius was anywhere to be found. While he had not spent much time with the man, his cooking was a marvel. A disappointed sigh left his mouth as the man was nowhere in sight at the moment. Virgil helped himself to a few things, packing some away for the trip later as well. With nothing else coming to mind that was needed as he walked away from the area, Virgil decided a timetable on events was the best course of information he could acquire at the moment. And to get that, Anaida was the woman to speak to.

Virgil found her among a few others, Aaron and Hannah the most prominent. Not wanting to intrude too much, Virgil hung a bit away as he approached and addressed the Guild Master. *cough* "Ma'am? Everyone seems ready to go, or close to. When do we depart?"

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Seto Takahashi

"Would you really just call was I just witnessed a 'scrap'? Really, Seto, I hope you aren't turning into another Hannah with your enthusiasm. I think one of her would be enough."
Seto turned at the sound of Elizabeth's voice to see her slouched into a chair behind him. He did not reply immediately due to the exchange of angry stares between Hannah and Elizabeth. It was always awkward for him when he ended up in the crossfire, and he would very much have liked to just get up and leave to avoid any further awkwardness, but doing so would just cause more. The tension between the two was almost enough to stop Seto from noticing the apple Elizabeth had thrown to him, but he caught it at the last moment and offered her a nod of thanks. He wasn't going to take sides in an oestrogen-fuelled rivalry he didn't understand, so he just sat quietly and ate his apple until Hannah left. He gave her a small wave of goodbye before returning his attention to Elizabeth and Virgil.
"You won't have to worry about that." Seto reassured Elizabeth, "Confidence and lack of self-control are hardly the same thing. Besides, I've been through worse."
This was indeed true. Plenty of times, both during his current and previous career, had he scraped through life-threatening situations, not to mention the time Hannah had curb-stomped him when he had decided that the flu wasn't a good enough reason to take some time off.

Seto cringed slightly when Elizabeth mentioned that Anaida would "tear him a new one" if he tried to work alone. Seto had expected Elizabeth to put it more eloquently, but she was right, and Seto certainly didn't intend to end up on the wrong end of the guildmaster's wrath. Working with Elizabeth and Virgil seemed like the second best option, as nobody else in the guild was capable of being calm for more than a few minutes.
"Well then, it seems that we have a team." Seto commented, "But this is for this job only, once we're done I'm going back to working on my-"
Seto was cut off from a loud, gurgling noise emanating from Virgil's stomach. He almost gave Virgil a dry look, but stopped himself; Virgil couldn't control the workings of his stomach. Instead, he gave Virgil a wave of goodbye as the older mage went of to find some food.

Seto rose from his chair to stretch a bit; his whole body still ached slightly from the strain of fighting another mage of his calibre, so he did a few stretches to loosen up a bit.
"I know this is probably a silly question," Seto began as he turned to Elizabeth, still doing his stretches, "But I don't suppose you know anything about this 'Nightmare Hearts', do you?"

The setting changes from Fairy Tail Guild to The Town of Annandale

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Seto Takahashi

Seto remained in silence for the majority of the trip, speaking only to answer any questions that were directed at him. He was rather annoyed that he couldn't just slink off and do his own thing, but if he had to be grouped with anybody, it would definitely be Virgil and Elizabeth. Fortunately, the trip wasn't a particularly long one, so it wouldn't be long before Seto could do what he did best.

Seto made sure to take a couple of steps back once Anaida drew her arm back to punch the barrier; it was never a good idea to get to close to her when she was punching things. Seto watched in admiration as she took down the barrier with only a couple of punches, expending a minimum amount of magic. Woe betide whichever dark mages were unfortunate to cross the path of the guildmaster.

“Alright now, no need for me to tell you what to do. Go find these dark mages and drive em out of this town.”
Seto definitely didn't need to be told, and began walking calmly but briskly into the town, resting his left hand on the hilt of his katana, and motioned for Virgil and Elizabeth to follow him with his right.

Seto hadn't gone too far into the town when a loud "Hyaaaaaaah!" erupted from behind a bush, along with its source, a man requipping an axe as he leaped. However, the process was stopped by a katana being driven through his gut, making him lose focus and drop to the ground, clutching at his wound in an attempt to lessen the blood loss. Seto knelt down and used the tip of the man's cape to wipe his katana clean, before pressing it lightly against the man's neck.
"Don't worry, you'll live. I know the human body's weak points like the back of my hand." Seto reassured his terrified victim, who was now dripping with cold sweat, "Providing you tell me what I want to know, that is."
The dark mage merely stared at Seto in dumbfounded terror, so Seto pressed his katana slightly harder against the man's throat, drawing a small droplet of blood.
"Anything!" The dark mage suddenly burbled, "I'll tell you anything, just don't kill me!"
"That's better." Seto stated with an eerie smile, "Who's in charge around here, are they feared and respected, and where can I find them?"
"G-guildmaster Kisara." The dark mage began, "S-she runs ev-everything here. W-w-we always do as she says, u-unless you say otherwise!" Seto drew his katana back from the dark mage's neck slightly to make it easier for him to speak, "I think she's in the manor house, but I'm not sure. I don't know any more than that, I swear!"
"If someone were to incapacitate this Kisara, would the rest of you have the sense to stop fighting?" Seto inquired, making sure that the edge of his katana was still gently grazing the dark mage's neck.
"P-probably?" He stammered, "I-I th-think..."
His head slumped backwards and his eyelids slowly closed. He was still breathing; he had merely passed out, most likely from a mixture of terror and blood loss. He had been nice enough to co-operate, and Seto had never really had any intention of killing the man in the first place, merely to make him frightened enough to talk. He sealed the man's wound with dark matter and returned him to his bush, so that he would be out of the way.

"Well, that was easy." Seto smiled to his team-mates as he sheathed his katana, hoping they weren't too horrified by his rather extreme methods. Old habits died hard.
Seto turned his gaze to the large manor house in the distance. He wondered how strong this Kisara was; it would be nice if she wasn't much stronger than her underlings, but if she was that weak she wouldn't have been able to take the town.
"So, shall we be off?" Seto asked before he began to make his way towards the manor.

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Elizabeth Valdine


It was a short trip to the captured town with minimal problems as far as Elizabeth could see at least with her own group. Perhaps the only bump in the road was the fidgety nature of Seto, displaying his desire to go and be off as the dark hero to save the wayward town. Yet under the watchful eyes of Anaida, Elizabeth knew the swordsman would not even attempt to slink away from his team. As the guild master easily destroyed the barrier to the town with her fists alone, Elizabeth mentally praised Seto's willpower to resist his need to be the single hero as she could easily see that those punches were just the smallest of ones compared to Anaida's actual strength. Flexing her hands out of habit she silently followed Seto's lead as the trio walked into the seemingly deserted town.


A loud "HYAHHHHHHH" broke the unsettling silence as the owner of the voice attempted a 'sneak' attack only to be a victim of Seto's blade. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the attempt ~Sneak attacks only work when the target is attempting to be quiet~ she thought with amusement as Seto's interrogation tactics had the dark mage mentally pissing himself. Eventually the coward let a torrent of information fall from his lips at the request of Seto's none too polite tactics, effective but brutal. A scoff of disgust came from Elizabeth as the coward slumped forward into the dust of the road as Seto had gained all the information he had needed so it seemed. The swordsman merely put away his blade before gesturing the group forward with a 'Shall we be off?" and took the lead once more heading toward an extravagant mansion the supposed headquarters of the dark guild.

~What a bizarre town this is~ Elizabeth thought as the once again unnatural silence settled around the trio. Not even a single dog or bird had made any noise upon the group's arrival into the town. Pursing her lips for a moment Elizabeth decided to break the silence with an inquiry "So have your interrogation tactics always been so....forceful Seto? Not that I am surprised or anything you have always been a man of action rather than words." Her tone was polite enough with just a small amount of curiosity. A faint chill went up her spine as she suddenly stopped in her tracks as the trio reached the entrance to the mansion's courtyard "Is anyone else feeling..odd about this silence. It's not natural at all..". Easing her book from its halter at her waist, she wordlessly flipped through blank pages before settling on one. Placing the item on the dusty road, it's page fluttering slightly as a slight breeze came through the town as crimson droplets fell on the pristine pages as Elizabeth dragged the sharpened tip of her quill across her fingertips, clenching her fist allowing blood to flow faster onto the pages as words barely legible began to form on the page surrounding a bloodied emblem of a man shrouded in shadow

"Let the pages of past stories be continued through the gallant lies and words of the Rouge.Begin the chapter now" Elizabeth's voice broke the silence as a torrent of pages ripped from the book as the crimson words spread apart onto each torn page..the pages glided in an eerie fashion around the trio with an individual word in elegant penmanship was visible pickpocket..liar..thief...lover. The paper was the word "Lover" was quickly snatched out of view from Seto and Virgil by Elizabeth's quick hand as faint crimson spotted on her cheeks as her lips hissed at the book "Start the chapter now". A disembodied chuckle seemed to echo through the air as the pages once again conjugated along the book before slamming shut as the owner of the voice assembled behind it "Still not one for showmanship, Elizabeth...or telling secrets so it seems". The voice was warm and distinctly male as gentleman wearing a black top hat, torn and frayed yet matching an equally worn down suit. His eyes, a mischievous green behind shaggy auburn hair. A different type of crimson coloring appeared on Elizabeth's face as she struggled to control her surge of anger toward the 'showman' "Stop talking and get to work". Her tone was serious and cold as the Rouge merely shrugged nonchalantly before scaling up the side of a nearby building with ease. Elizabeth's hand clutched around the offensive paper before letting out a small sigh and picking up the leather bound book, dusting it off with her free hand. Returning the book to its proper place, she began bandaging her fingertips in silence, hoping her two companions were oblivious to the paper.

Minutes passed as nothing happened that was until a familiar face appeared from an alleyway dragging an unconscious mage behind him. A Cheshire smile was on the Rouge face as he presented the mage to the trio before stepping on the man's clutched hand, possibly breaking the bones that were of little concern though. Markings on the man's body faded as the unnatural silence of the environment surrounding the trio was broken, Elizabeth merely dismissed the Rouge with a wave of her hand as a job well done. The troublesome pickpocket merely pouted "What that's all I get for my troubles.." Elizabeth's mouth turned into a firm line as she clutched her hands together resisting the urge to punch the fool. Sensing the woman's temper flare up once again, the Rouge merely put his hands up in a defensive gesture "Relax, I was joking..". Fiddling with her hand wrappings, Elizabeth stated flatly "Chapter End". Nothing happened as the Rouge resisted the pull of the book before grinning once again "You seem to forget I am in fact a thief..I have a tendency to take what I want. What I want is a satisfactory reward for nabbing this moron". Rubbing the bridge of her nose in an effort to ignore her urges of throttling her ever-chatty summon, Elizabeth opened her mouth to dismiss the Rouge once again, her eyes widened as a faintest touch of his lips against hers, feather-light and fleeting. The Rouge form burst into shreds of paper as an amused echo came from the shreds "Thanks for the reward..". Elizabeth stood shell-shocked as the shreds of paper drifted down to her feet as her cheeks flushed the deepest red possible as her voice strained "Well shall we continue now.I doubt without that silence barrier it will be harder for 'stealthier' mages to sneak up on us...

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Seto Takahashi

"So have your interrogation tactics always been so... forceful, Seto?"
"Oh, I used to be worse." Seto answered in a very matter-of-fact manner, "Much worse."
While Seto was hardly going to lie, he did not go into a great amount of detail, as he preferred to keep the details of his past to himself. The only members of the guild he had told about it were those who had already been there when he joined, and even then Shinzaemon was the only one he had told his life story to. Of course, Elizabeth could have been tipped off by someone who had been in the guild for longer, but she was a sensible woman, not the sort who might expect professional assassins to show any mercy.

"Is anyone else feeling... odd about this silence? It's not natural at all..."
"I admit, it is a bit odd," Seto replied, "But the villagers will all be hiding in their homes, waiting for us to finish our job. I would, however, expect to see more dark mages, but perhaps they just don't want to be stabbed."
Seto watched inquisitively as Elizabeth summoned the Rogue through what seemed to be a rather long ritual, part of which Elizabeth clearly didn't want her two companions to see, as she wasted no time in snatching one of the floating pages out of the air. Seto was able to make out a "ver" jutting out from under Elizabeth's tightly clenched fist. He was rather curious as to what the rest of the word was, but he doubted he'd get any answers from Elizabeth.

Seto watched the Rogue go about his work rather intently. He had never actually seen Elizabeth's magic in action before, and was rather interested in how it worked. Unfortunately, Seto didn't get to learn much about how it worked, as the Rogue scuttled off fairly quickly. What he did get to learn was that it did work; it didn't take long for the artificial silence to lift and the Rogue to return with an unconscious dark mage. While his work had been laudable, his actions against Elizabeth before allowing himself to be dispelled certainly were not; had he been a human as opposed to a magical spirit he would find himself facing (quite likely several) charges of sexual harassment. However, Seto could not pass up the opportunity to tease Virgil.
"Looks like someone has a competitor." Seto chuckled as he gave Virgil a knowing look.

"Well, shall we continue now?"
"I believe that would be best." Seto responded, and wasted no time in pressing onwards towards the mansion.

Upon actually reaching the mansion's front doors it seemed that they were locked, but that was going to be a problem.
"Shadow Make: Gauntlets." Seto chanted as he summoned dark matter around his arms, drew his left back and proceeded to strike the door at full force. The burst of dark energy was enough to reduce the door to a pile of splinters, and revealed a rather confused and shocked dark mage in the mansion's hallway. Before he could decide whether to run or defend the mansion, Seto was upon him. Seto's gauntleted fist sent him sprawling onto the floor, unconscious.
"How did this guild ever manage to take the town in the first place?" Seto mused aloud, "We haven't run into a single capable fighter so far."
Seto looked down the hallways and noticed no other dark mages, so he dispelled his gauntlets and turned back to his companions.
"Well, this mansion isn't exactly small, and this Kisara could be anywhere in it, so I suggest we split up." Seto suggested, his desire to slink off on his own becoming painfully obvious, "We'll cover more ground, and we need only shout to alert each other of this Kisara's location."

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Kisara Magetsu


It didn’t take long for the first couple of mages to enter the area surrounding the mansion. Watching from the tower that was a part of the guard house, Kisara wasn’t all that surprised that the mages were unaware of Oliver’s’ and her presence. Sitting with one knee bent under her chin, Kisara watched them with amusement glittering in her eye. Now wouldn’t be the best time to confront these little mages, it’d be one on three. Glancing over at Oliver she knew he wouldn’t mind her counting him out in a fight. Even with his precognition, it wouldn’t be good to rely on solely his precognition in a fight against experienced mages.

Unlike those who had gone out to deal with those in wondering the town. Kisara was well aware of the surprises that come with fighting a mage. Just because they looked weak or were too young meant nothing in this world. The woman had seen it enough times as well as experienced it first-hand. Thinking back on it, Kisara realized she could also be counted in one of those surprises when she was younger but she wasn’t sure if it would count now that she was older and it was expected of her. The very idea of having some of the mages in her Guild assume she’s the guild master for being the strongest was a foolish notion.

From the looks of things the only female amongst the three mages had a rather interesting magic. From her vantage point it was a bit difficult to see what exactly she had done but there was some sort of commotion going on between her and whatever it was she had made. A man? That very man scaled the walls with ease. Standing up so to follow the movements of this man Kisara glimpsed at the scuffle between him and one of her mages. “Pitiful but they were smart in doing so.” looking over her shoulder at Oliver, “Looks like we can’t surprise them here.” she said with a shrug of her shoulders as she followed the man back to her original position. The silence barrier she had the mage put up was no more as the sounds of their surroundings came back.

Once the barrier was down the trio ventured off towards the mansions doors. Standing up once more, she turned to Oliver beckoning to follow her. “It would be best that we get moving.” Taking the stairs to the ground floor of the watch tower she made sure to keep hidden by whistling a soft tune. It was only temporary and it really wasn’t the greatest trick in the world but for the time being it would keep any mages from really seeing her and Oliver. They’d only be able to see them at the corner of their eyes but it would be near impossible to actually look at Oliver and her directly.

She caught up to the trio just in time to see one of the men reduce the main doors to nothing but splinters. Oh a shadow mage, this should be quite interesting. The ends of her lips curling to form a Cheshire like smile. Kisara followed after the trio making sure to keep her distance from them but enough for her to watch them. It began to annoy her that their apparent leader was referring to her as “this Kisara”. The small spell she put herself and Oliver under kept the trio from noticing their presence as well as any sound they made but she would soon have to dispel it in order to take a proper breathe. That was really the only downfall in using this particular spell, but that never kept her from using it.

As the trio eventually split up she followed the one who had yet to show their magic. Pausing just enough to speak to Oliver, a sly look on her face. “Why don’t we play a bit of cat and mouse.” Focusing her attention back at the man (Virgil) she quickly stepped around him making sure to brush against him lightly so he’d know of a presence. Making sure to stay just outside of his peripheral vision as she let go of her spell for just a moment, Kisara made a quiet sound that could have been a giggle but as soon as she did she took a proper breathe and resumed her spell from earlier. It seemed Kisara was having fun in playing with the fellow (Virgil) her spell’s effects and her randomly dropping it could make any one person rather paranoid about them not being alone. With Oliver’s help Kisara was able to stay out of range of some of his attacks to the being that was accompanying him but none met their mark. The fellow continued to unwilling follow Kisara as she led him to one of the artifacts. This one would be better suited in dealing with the fellow and soon enough they entered a large chamber.

Turning around to make sure where it was she had placed the artifact, a smile fell upon her lips when her eye caught hold of a small urn. There we go walking over to its location Kisara pulled Oliver close, “I need you to throw this at our friend here and then run.” kicking the urn to Oliver’s feet Kisara brought a hand to head as if in salute and dropped her spell. Virgil would finally be able to see who it was that had been tormenting him but it was already too late. “Now!” the moment Oliver threw the urn at Virgil Kisara raised her hand, snapped her fingers and motioned towards where Virgil stood. A small circle of sound formed around her fingers which then left her hand and straight for the urn. It was almost like throwing a rock but without the rock. The moment it came into contact with the urn it exploded.

Suddenly a flash of light could be seen accompanied by a strong pulling sensation like a black hole. The urn swirled sucking up everything within a few feet of where it was and one of those things was Virgil. Even the ground around him was taken with. The light then went out and the urn fell to the ground spinning a bit until it settled on the ground as if nothing happened. “Well that gets rid of one person now for the girl.”

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Hannah


There were already fights bursting out and Hannah ached to join one of them. The team of Seto, Elizabeth and Virgil had vanished from her sight and for some reason Aina had summoned a giant skeleton to aid her. Aaron engaged the threat that had been moving towards them, releasing a flash of light. Hannah knew this was the perfect opportunity and needn't think twice to make use of Aaron's attack. Requipping her bow, she pulled back a swallow-infused arrow and fired it towards Aaron's target. The projectiles weren't the strongest, but they would add up. Cind would be assaulted from all kinds of directions, as Hannah released one arrow after the other; each coming from a different arc she ordered her spirit arrows to take. Between her and Aaron, Anaida wouldn't need to lift a finger, Hannah thought.




Oliver

Before Kisara could finish, Oliver jerked the back of her top and pulled her around a corner in the room. “We don't want them to see us.” He shrugged casually, as not a few seconds later, Elizabeth appeared where Kisara and Oliver had stood before. She had come running after the sound and would surely notice the urn laying, or more importantly; the gaping hole on the floor!

Oliver though, had a plan... And best of all he could confirm it just by walking around the corner. Stepping into Elizabeth's sight, with a casual smile and a wave, Oliver greeted her; “Welcome to our manor.” He said, making a bow while simultaneously putting his hand on his magic tool as if it was part of the bow. “Oliver L. Eisenhauer, S-rank disassembly mage, at your service.” He lied between his teeth. Oliver's range of expressions and body-language was limited to nonchalant; making it impossible to tell his emotion or intentions except for those trained to do so or very close to him. He could see through his eye the woman wouldn't act recklessly, and this was to his advantage... Because he could foresee what would happen up to five seconds in the future...

“Speaking of disassembly magic, look out, above you!” Oliver yelled as he stretched his hand out to the ceiling just in front of Elizabeth, correctly predicting for her to take a step back at the threat of the roof crashing down on her. Instead, Oliver whipped out his magic weapon as it transformed into a chain, grabbing the urn and flinging it at Elizabeth's position. He then flung it onto a chandelier, to counter-act the force pulling him towards the black hole that it created.

“Did I do good?” Oliver smirked as Elizabeth, like Virgil before her, vanished from the room completely. However, they wouldn't be able to pull the same trick on the third mage, as the urn had began smoking...

“I think this has ran out of magic power, though.”

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Elizabeth Valdine


Gravity took its natural course as Elizabeth fell victim to the bluntly obvious trap of the classic hole in the floor, what surprised her was the man's magic with his ease of reading her next step. As the wind whistled past her ears making it would be clear that this hole would not the softest landing or when exactly it would reach the bottom. Nausea creeped up through her stomach as she pictured the various injuries that would come of it as her body naturally tensed in stress. Soon fear flooded her face as her mind quickly connected that this never ending darkness could become her grave, unmarked if Seto would fall in the fight. Her life seemed to flash before her eyes in slow motion as faces of Fairy Tail and her beloved Bato, despite his overprotective nature, the kindly elder did raise her. Shaking her head as if that was the cure from her fall, her crimson eyes widened as the possible evasion from the reaper came to mind. Taking a deep breath, she quickly pulled the book from her belt along with her quill. Adrenaline numbed the pain as the pointed edge slashed through her palm, which she dragged clumsily along the open book. Words slipped from her lips in the darkness " Protector, heed my words and come shield your damsel..I don't want to die". Her voice cracked as warm tears spilled down her cheeks as she felt the form of the Damsel attempt to emerge..with no affect. The pages of the book ripped from the binding encircling its summoner as the arms of a plated knight grasped its summoner to its cold chest.


The summon's appearance was just in time as a plume of dust scattered into the air as the duo slammed into the cold earth below. A hiss of pain came from Elizabeth's lip as her teeth bit down on her lips in an effort to prevent herself from screaming out loud. The knight below her was silent as grey eyes looked back into crimson orbs. In one movement, Elizabeth found herself effectively pinned beneath the metal man as gloved hands gently prodded about her body, her face heating slightly as his hands continued their inspection. Another hiss escaped her mouth as a gloved finger prodded at her ribs, confirming at least three of them were fractured at its worst broken. Despite not being able to the knight's mouth, it was obvious that his mouth would be set in a firm line of disappointment, Elizabeth merely smiled before muttering "Nice catch...". The knight nodded before easing himself to his feet, pulling his mistress to hers as well. The duo was silent as they both took in their 'almost' grave as darkness slowly edged into actual shapes as their eyes adjusted to the lack of the light. A plated gauntlet was raised in the southern direction of the room, as if that was the actual way out. Swearing under her breath, Elizabeth walked in the direction before tumbling over a large stone. ~Wonderful now my knees and ribs are going to need medical attention.~ Elizabeth thought irritably as she waved away the offered hand of the knight "If only I had some type of light to see where the hell I was going". Inspiration struck her like a slap to the face as she quietly thanked the Knight for the rescue, pressing her bloodied lips to his helm.

With that farewell, the knight vanished into shreds of paper once again with a bow towards his lady. Her poor book was looking terribly battered with dust and its paper savagely torn from the binding. Running a gentle hand along binding, as she took the pages from the book in a much slower manner with a practiced movement. Soon a circle of paper formed on the ground as she dripped a crimson droplet of blood on each in a deliberate manner as she took a deep breath reaching within herself to steady her magical flow. This was one of her most dangerous summons, one she only used in dire situations either in a battle against living opponents or the environment. Her voice seemed to echo throughout the cave "Brimstone and bone bring forth your guardian. Let the reins of hell be given to me for this time. Allow me to chain my soul to destruction, its leash my offering of magic.".

The temperature of the cavern seemed to heat up a few degrees with a lingering scent of smoke emerging. A singular pair of eyes blinked in the darkness, crimson as its summoner, as warm breath brushed against Elizabeth's face none too pleasant. Reaching under her robe for a strip of fabric to bandage her hand, the canine-like creature merely huffed in impatience as its sat on his hunches, rubbing at large ears of the hound she muttered "Good dog..now help me find a way out of this place." The hound blinked once before opening another set of his eyes as it padded towards the hopeful exit. Wordlessly Elizabeth followed the creature with hope in her heart, her wish was granted as she found the faithful beast seated at the top of a stone staircase waiting just next to the wooden door that would lead to her return to the main floor of the manor. Wrenching the door open with her bandaged hand, a faint smirk appeared on her face as she muttered to the summon "How would you like to find me another person. He can be your new chew toy...". A single wag of the beast's tail confirmed its agreement as Elizabeth started off in the direction hoping that it would lead her back to the mage who nearly killed her..his end would be much worse.

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Kisara Magetsu


As she was walking around the corner something pulled her back and turned to glare at Oliver who only shrugged in a casual manner. The woman from before was soon standing where they had once stood. It was obvious she had come to help at the ruckus they had caused but that just made things that much easier. His magic certainly does come in handy. What may have been a grateful smile curled the ends of her lips.

Brushing white strands away from the left side of her face Kisara was surprised by the actions Oliver then took. The boy turned the corner and introduced himself as a disassembly mage and immediately Kisara understood his intentions. Leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the corner the woman listened in on Olivers web of lies and couldn’t help but snicker softly at his warning to the space above their heads. Hearing the ground get torn up again Kisara peeked around the corner to see the woman to be nowhere in sight and a smoking urn.

Stepping closer to the urn Kisara examined it before picking it up. “I believe so, well we could always recharge it but it’s rather impractical to carrying around an urn. Besides we still have the other artifacts to use, we’ll just have to bring the other mage to them if we can. “

Placing the urn back on the ground Kisara wondered just were exactly the shadow mage was. It was rather difficult to find people within the mansion but she knew its halls better than they would. Looking at her options the woman opted to go by random. "Kisara, I presume?" Her head snapped up in the direction the shadow mage stood. I should have known better. The damn explosion gave away our position. A sly smile slipped onto her face as she turned to face him. [color= #BF40FF] “And if I am?”[/color] Her voice was on the playful side, the woman was curious as to what he’d do. "I was not aware that you would have assistance, but if he's at the same standard as the rest of your lackeys, this is going to be over very quickly.” Looking over to where Oliver stood, she was curious as to what he’d think of the mages words.

“The rest of my lackeys? Oh so then you met the fodder then, must have been boring no? Don’t worry he isn’t like the rest of them, why else who he be with me.” Shifting her stance Kisara stood so that if she needed to she’d make a run for it. however that seemed unlikely when the mage beckoned then to make the first move. Frowning if just the slightest Kisara had never been one to make the first move under such conditions, she preferred to do so under the element of surprise. “Well there goes my running away. I wish this urn was still working I could have just sent you away like the rest of your friends.”

Glancing at Oliver she hoped the boy would remember what they had discussed before. Stepping forwards Kisara brought her fists up like a boxer would even her stance was the same. Looking around she then whistled a very high tune and it seemed like everything about her had begun to shake. Let’s just test him first. Stepping forwards quickly Kisara covered the distance between the two of them with an astounding speed. Her fist went for his face but it soon became apparent that it was feint when she brought her leg up to kick him in his side. The vibrations she assumed he no doubt noticed was centered on her leg, regardless of whether he blocked it or not he’d notice the effect of getting struck by it. Kisara wanted to know how strong he was but one kick won’t tell her what she needs to know. Once again that high pitched tune slipped through her lips as a wall of defense came up in case he decided to counter attack. It was a weak defense but she really just wanted to test him.

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Anaida Quincy


Led by Dami through the mansion, the two arrived before the entrance to the tunnel. Pausing at the entrance, Anaida ran her hand over the edges of the tunnel. The two entered the the tunnel but this time the guildmaster took the lead. It wasn't hard to know where to go, the older woman could feel the dark power from the crystal Dami informed of. After a while the tunnel opened up into an immense cavern. "It's over here." Following his directions, Anaida turned to the right and now stood on a wide ledge that went around the entire cavern from what she could tell.

She looked over her shoulder at the young Mage, "Stay there Dami. I don't want you to get hurt. " The crystal stood all alone, dark waves of power rolling off its obsidian surface. With a deepening frown, Anaida now stood in front of it. Anaida placed her palm on the smooth sides and took a deep breathe. The crystal was a part of the cavern ceiling, meaning once she destroyed it, the cavern would cave in. "Dami I need you to leave now. I can't guarantee that this place will stand on its own very soon." Checking to see if the crystal Mage did leave, she was relieved to see that his was nowhere to be seen.

Anaida looked up, sizing up the crystal and a small smile crept onto her lips. "Mm you'll be a fun one." Stepping away from the crystal, Anaida shook her hands then pulled back her fist. Suddenly rocking forwards, as her fist neared the crystal it took on a scaly appearance as it slammed into the sides of the crystal. A shock wave erupted upon contact shaking the surrounding area within the carvers. It only took a split second for a crack to form and then spread throughout the crystal. Quickly stepping back, Anaida could see that the crystal was crumbling in on itself as was the cavern.

The Guild Master spent no time getting out of the carven. As she entered the manor she checked to see if her guild mates were still inside. Walking out, Anaida saw that everyone had gathered in the front grounds. Seto still had Kisara, along with the other dark Mage that was with her, tied up by dark tendrils. She wasn't sure how many of the dark mages had been taken care of and how many were able to escape, however for now she was happy to see that everyone was there. Beckoning for everyone to gather around her, Anaida placed her hands on her hips with a look of triumph on her face.

"You've done well today. Today Fairy Tail has set free a town once held captive."

The setting changes from The Town of Annandale to Fairy Tail Guild

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Anaida Quincy



Anaida led her Guild back home, making sure everyone’s injuries were sought to. It took them a little longer to get back home than it did getting to Annandale since they now sported a group of roughed up Dark Mages.

The first stop they made was in a small village by the name of Crawstoack. There Anaida sent a group of S-Class mages to gather the Dark Mages and head off towards the courts that would put them on trial for their actions. The following morning they set off once more to Magnolia. With the Dark Mages no longer being there, the Guild Traveled a bit more quickly and they arrived home as the sun was setting. The majority of them broke away from the group heading to their Guild Hall to go home.

The Guild Master was one of the few who went back to the Guild Hall. Opening the large doors, when they reached the Guild, Anaida stepped into the dark building. The darkness didn’t seem to bother her at all as she gracefully navigate around the tables, while the other mages stumbled about, grumbling about not being able to see well.


Eventually they all made it to their rooms and had fallen asleep before their bodies hit the mattress. Anaida on the other hand continued to walk around the interior of the guild. Checking up on the few who slept there, a smile found its way onto her face every time she peered into the rooms of sleeping mages.


Roxie Albernet



The young girl mostly stuck to herself, strumming her guitar out of boredom on the way back. When they finally reached Magnolia, Roxie split ways with her guild after a while of walking with them. Roxie realized she had never stopped by her house to tell her mother of her departure a few days ago. Biting her lip, Roxie quickened her pace back home.

When she got there, Roxie was glad that the lights were still on within the house as well as outside. Skipping up the doorsteps, Roxie stopped in front of the door thinking of knocking when she remembered her key. Oh right” She dug into her pocket, pink tongue poking out, and breathed a sigh of relief upon pulling out a small grey key. “Oh good, I didn’t lose it”

Inserting the key into its keyhole, Roxie turned the knob and quietly entered her home. The small girl made sure to be as quiet as possible, tip toeing around as she took her shoes off and set her guitar down in the hallway. Looking ahead, she saw that there was a light in the living room, most likely coming from their fireplace. She’s still up? came the concerned thought as Roxie poked her head around the corner.

She was glad to see that her mother had fallen asleep but she could tell it was a light sleep by her fluttering eyes. Roxie walked over to her mother and smiled down at her. Shifting on her, Roxie turned to the fire place and took out the poker to move the logs a bit. The sound was loud enough to wake up her mother, which she did, and Roxie quickly put the poker back down. Turning on her heel, Roxie pushed herself into her mothers unsuspecting arms, burying her head into her mothers shoulder. A small gasp was the only sound her mother made before she returned the gesture. “I’m home mum”