Pommel Grade
"Perhaps you should take the lead and introduce yourself,”
Pommel folded her arms in front of her, lying partially across the counter and resting her chin on her arms to glare slightly at Emerald and company from her position across the room. Hopefully they could feel her death vibes. “No, no, that won’t do…” She grumbled, sitting up slightly as she lifted one arm up to rest in her palm. If she introduced herself to Wynter, that wasn’t enough. She wanted to be spotted and recognised. She wanted Wynter to WANT to meet her.
”You could offer her one of your famous biscuits?" Magpie added cautiously, Pommel glancing over to her before turning her eyes back to the growing crowd around Wynter, the lot of them laughing and having fun. In fact, it looked like Zane was showing Wynter a bunch of his lame jobs he wanted to do and trying to maybe convince her to join him. What a shallow suck up.
“Famously not good enough...” Pommel mumbled, beating herself up a bit more. Biscuits were a stupid idea. How was that going to work? Even if Wynter had a biscuit and enjoyed it, she’d just think she was some stupid maid-hand that knew how to cook, not a prospective apprentice. Why did she have to be so hopeless? The only way she’d get noticed by someone like Wynter was if…
“That’s it!” She pushed herself up off the counter, slamming her hands down and startling awake the nearby sleeping guild member that Riku had been drawing on. “That’s it!” She repeated again, clasping Mary’s hand. “Thank you, I’ve got it now!” She grinned, whipping off her apron and tossing it back onto the hook, vaulting the bar and taking off down the guild hall. Turning slightly as she ran, she waved to Magpie, hopping a few steps forward. “Let Gisbon know that I’m heading out! Oh, and you can have the rest of the tray Mags, you’re awesome!” And with that, Pommel disappeared upstairs to her room.
Slick
Slick gave a bemused whistle as he noted the little princess running down the hall. Seemed she was back in good spirits, which probably meant she had another harebrained scheme of some sort. Ah, the enthusiasm and energy of youth… Tapping the request he’d taken in hand, he made a slow move back over to the bar, taking another cookie from the tray as he looked to Mary Whitelocke, twirling it about his fingers as he slid seamlessly into the seat next to her. “Cute kid, ain’t she? What’d you say to perk her up like that?” Leaning back on the bar, he took another bite of his cookie as he watched Pommel disappear upstairs.
“Think she’s gonna have any luck this time?” He added simply, keeping the conversation going as he pilfered another cookie. Maybe that was Slick’s aim all along?
Pommel Grade
It didn’t take her long at all to pack. I mean, it was going to be a quick and easy job, right? She’d show all of them. Eyes glinting mischievously, she hurried back downstairs, sliding down the bannister and running over to the request board, looking for a certain person in particular.
“Vernon!” Pommel made the man jump out of his skin, the older fellow only just having fixed the hole made by Slick taking a job. Catching his breath (And papers), he turned to look back to Pommel, adjusting his glasses.
“Oh, hey Pommel. Want the requests Wynter’s been taking again?” He smiled, one of the few males in the guild to have an alright relationship with the girl. Given his time near the request board, he took note of what jobs were taken and by who, and as such, often gave Pommel a copy of Wynter’s jobs so she could marvel over the impressive things she did. Today however, it turned out to be something different.
“Not today Vernon. I uh, I’d actually like to see the jobs Zane took.” She beamed pleasantly, though her request drew the curiosity of the man before her. “Zane huh? Not like you. Branching out a bit in your tastes?” He added hopefully, leafing through his files before pulling the stack of papers out to hand Pommel.
“Heh, in your dreams old man.” Pommel snatched the papers, glancing them over. Perfect! “No, just need them for something, okay, thanks!” As Vernon raised his hand for a fist bump, Pommel met it, laughing as she skipped off down the hall and out of the guild. This was it; she was going to do it! Her first job. Whatever that kid Zane could do, she could manage and surpass. If a little thing like this was enough for Wynter to notice Zane, then she’d floor Cold Steel by doing it bigger and better!
Jogging down to the train station, she’d find the next one heading north, quickly sprinting to get on board as it just so happened to be leaving. The look on their faces was going to be priceless! She’d deal with these… Monsters? Well, yeah… That’d be easy. If Zane could do it, she could handle it! They were probably just some big bugs or something. She sighed as the train began to chug along towards its destination, imagining it. Wynter and her new apprentice Zane would be heading up to their mission when suddenly - wham bam kapow! They’d notice a lone figure standing atop the vanquished monsters! Yes, it was her! Pommel Grade, heroine of Fairy Tail!
“Wow Pommel, you’re amazing, way better than me! I am but a stupid little boy. Wynter, I am not fit to be your apprentice, you should train Pommel as your successor.” Zane would say in that whiny lame voice of his, but it was honestly completely true. He’d submit in bowing to his superior, while Wynter moved up to clasp her hands. “I was so wrong not to notice your true potential Pommel. Please, you must have me as your teacher. I’ll call Sorcerer’s Weekly and arrange an interview at once!”
“A-an interview? Me? Right now? Oh gosh, I don’t know if I’m prepared, and I’m messy from the fight…” Pommel gushed a bit, blushing and holding her cheek. It was too good to be true!
“Nonsense, you look stunning Pommel.” Wynter replied in that cool voice of her, reducing Pommel to a fit of contented giggles as she rolled about in her seat, continuing her elaborately unrealistic dream of the future as the train continued on towards its destination…