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Fairy Tail||A New Story

Fairy Tail Guild

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a part of Fairy Tail||A New Story, by Polarisbear12.

The Guild of Fairy Tail

Polarisbear12 holds sovereignty over Fairy Tail Guild, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Setting

A place where all the mages of Fairy Tail converse and meet one another. Here you will find the members looking at the Quest board, chatting amongst one another or simply having a fun time fighting.
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Fairy Tail Guild

The Guild of Fairy Tail

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Fairy Tail Guild is a part of Fiore.

11 Characters Here

Anaida Quincy [25] "You spoiled little brat. Don't make me come over there."
Seto Takahashi [23] "...Do you need something?"
Hannah [23] A tribal huntress that is perhaps a little too connected to nature.
Aaron Luminare [17] "So long as you have a guiding light, one can never be afraid of the darkness ahead."
Virgil Noir [15] "Just take everything one step at a time, that's the only way to progress."
Elizabeth Valdine [15] "Magic runs through everyone veins. I am just a special case."
Shinzaemon Yamamoto [15] You don't get to be my age without learning a thing or two.
Roxie Albernet [10] "Get ready! I'm gonna knock some sense outta ya!"
Miyuu Minato [6] "With My power... I can't display..."
Oliver L. Eisenhauer [1] "I spy with my little eye... The future."

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Tiny Dixon Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Miyuu Minato Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Zane Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Aina Chinatsu Character Portrait: Holly Doemaster Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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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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Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet

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Roxie Albernett


Rolling about in her bed, the white haired girl grumbled in her sleep. Pushing her soft pale cheeks into her pillow Roxie scrunched up her face as she dreamed. It was dark, even by her standards which wasn’t all too surprising since she really couldn’t handle the dark even at her age. If it was just dark then Roxie could handle it but she soon found that that wasn’t her only problem; the small girl couldn’t move. No matter how much she squirmed and wiggled she was unable to move, not even an inch. Soon enough she found herself panicking. Her breathe quickened, and she began to whimper in fear as the realization that she trapped slowly began to sink in. Roxies eyes widened in fear, sweat began to drip down the sides of her face as she hyperventilated. Still squirming about, the young girl kicked and screamed but she too found that not even her voice was working probably. And so she continued to kick and she truly was on the verge of absolute terror.

Suddenly a dulled pain ruptured at the top of her head forcing Roxie to wake with a yelp of surprise. “Eh?” blinking a couple times a brief wave of panic washed over her. Everything she saw was odd, out of place so she thought she was still dreaming. Until she realized she was simply on the floor of her room hanging off her bed. Breathing a sigh of relief, Roxie pulled her legs in but found that she couldn’t. It turned out that the cause of her frightful dream was because her legs had gotten tangled up in her blankets. Growling out loud a sudden knock on her door made Roxie jump.

Without waiting for a reply a similar white head peeked into the room. “Roxie are you alright dear? I heard a loud thump from downstairs and your voice.” By then Roxie was sitting upright on the floor with half of her blanket on the ground and her pajamas were messed up. “Yeah I’m fine. I just had a bad dream is all. Now go away so I can get dressed I’ll get breakfast on my way to the Guild.” Nodding her understanding, Roxie caught the flash of pain in her mother’s face before she closed the door on her daughter. A look of guilt fell upon Roxie’s face; she knew her mother still mourned the disappearance of her husband and Roxie’s father. Frowning the white haired girl got up and threw her blankets back onto her bed.

Roxie pulled her shirt over her head and exchanged it for a long-sleeved blouse that was really more of a dress than anything else. Afterwards she slipped her small feet into a pair of shoes and did her hair in its usual hair style. Looking herself in the mirror Roxie grinned and grabbed her guitar and left her room. The moment she did so Roxie regretted it when the sounds of muffled sobbing reached her ears, almost immediately Roxie knew who was crying and why. Walking to her mother’s door which was slightly ajar she peeked inside, and saw her mother sitting on her bed. She was holding one of her father’s shirts in her arms, her face buried into the soft fabric.

Looking down Roxie couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to lose the partner you vowed to spend your dying days with. Sure Roxie missed her father, she loved him with all her heart but she hadn’t known him long enough to truly get attached to him, to truly love him the way her mother did. Taking a step back, Roxie reached out to her mother’s door but her hand hesitated. Finally gathering the courage to knock, Roxie knocked and waited for her mother to give her the okay. The sounds of her mother sniffling as she tried to make herself presentable made Roxie’s stomach drop. “You can come in sweetie.” Taking in a deep breathe Roxie poked her head around the door, “Um I’m heading out now mum, just thought I’d tell you before I left.” Looking up Roxie saw her mother’s swollen red eyes and gave her mother a grim smile. “Oh alright take care of yourself Roxie.” She said; giving her daughter a smile. “I will.”

Walking down the hallway, Roxie stopped at the stairway before suddenly turning around and bursting into her mother’s room. Once inside Roxie rushed to her mother and gave her a tight hug, tears welling up in her eyes. “Don’t worry mum, I’ll be back. I always come back, I promise.” Roxie could feel her mother’s body relax under the tight hold of her daughters arms and she felt her mother’s arms slide up her back as she returned the hug. “I know sweetheart.” Giving her mother one last squeeze she released her mother and left, Roxie made sure not to look her mother in the eye least she burst into tears.

Going down the stairs, Roxie quickly wiped her teary eyes and walked out into the morning sun. Scrunching up her face, the harsh rays of the sun made it difficult for her eyes to adjust to the change in light. After blinking a couple of times Roxie walked down her door steps and onto the path that would lead her to Fairy Tail. Her walk there was somewhat uneventful; she said good morning to a few of her friends, who weren’t part of the Guild, chased a smaller kid who pulled at her guitar and eventually bought herself a morning snack. Biting into her apple the sound of a soft yet juicy crunch was lost to the overwhelming sounds of the market. Grinning with a look of determination Roxie soon found herself standing before the Guild her father was a part of and still was. Taking the last bite of her apple Roxie threw it to the side and pushed the big doors open and entered the Guild.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Aina Chinatsu Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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Sera
⌈“And now you'll be telling stories of my coming back and they won't be false, and they won't be true but they'll be real.” ⌋




Bare feet made no noise upon the dirt ground as the strange haired female moved swiftly towards her home. A small white fabric bag was thrown over her shoulder with a plain brown rope tying it closed and she walked with her head held high, tough she was given another false lead. Despite coming back from her little quest nearly unharmed (her clothes were dirty and a few bruises and scratches littered her pale creamy skin) a rage similar to a dragons boiling fire unraveled within the girl.

Sera soon reached her home, not only two blocks from her Guild, when he starting scanning the herds of people for her target. On lookers watched the red head wearily. Her temper was getting the best of her, and with each step she took the paved ground beneath her feet simmered and steam rose up, someone was going to meet the dragon daughters rage today, and everyone near by didn't with to be a part of it. Once her target was in sight, in the market place at his fish stand, Sera started towards him. The crowd split for her n the account that steam was raising from her skin that was turning pink like the after math of a sun burn.

Yukio Kimura, a scrawny man with black slimy hair and pale ashy skin. The man had his back turned from Sera, that was his first mistake. She stopped her bag to the ground with a thump, the man turned, he didn't have time to process what happened next. Sera slammed the man into the wooden stand behind him, both her fists steaming and bunching up the fabric of his shirt. Slowly,she lifted the man from the ground.

"Kusotare," She seethed, "You set me up!" Sera shirked and shaking the paling man, her hands close to bursting into flames. Everyone in the market area stopped to watch, knowing the fury of a Fairy Tail Guild member if provoked. The man struggled helplessly as Sera clenched her teeth so hard on lookers could hear them grinding together.

"If you ever send me into a trap again," Her hair cast a shadow over her eyes, making them seemingly glow red like the embers of a fire. "I will castrate you." She puffed out steam from her nose, simmering the mans skin until he had a mild burn, and then she released him. Sera turned without another word, lifted her bag from the ground, and headed home. The imprints of her feet had been burned into the ground where she was standing, and the mans shirt where she had held onto him was burnt slightly and crispy.

"Idiot," She tisked under her breath.





Aina Chinatsu

⌈ “And so the beloved returned home, broken and bruised, but never giving up hope.” ⌋




Aina wondered sightly around the guilds pub, watching as the few early risers of the guild shifted into their daily actions. Aina sighed to herself, wishing more of her friends were early risers like herself. The pink haired girl tilted her head to the side and pretend to be in deep though for about thirty minuets. A sudden thought seemed to awaken the pinket.

"Baa-Chan~!" Aina called in her soft child like voice before throwing her small form at the elder mage and wrapping her arms around the woman in a possessive hug. "Baa-Chan~! Baa-Can~! Can you guess what day it is, Baa-Nee-Chan??" The young child called out in a sing song voice as she hng off her her beloved Guild Master. Out of everyone in the guild, apart from Sera, Anaida was the one person Aina adored the most. Despite the nickname that the other woman loathes, Aina used it out of a show of affection, like a cat killing a bird and leaving t for it's master on the front step.

"Today is the day Sera-Nee-Chan comes back! Aren't you happy Baa-Chan?!" The girl gave the older woman one more affectionate squeeze before dancing away to fawn over other guild members and joy about her friend returning from a month long journey. She danced around the room chanting in an almost tribal manner 'Sera-Nee-Chan' over and over again, until the large doors to the guild reticence swung open and a red head stepped in. She fire haired girl smartly side stepped the pink haired girls enthusiastic hug and swiftly went to greet Anaida and explain how her lead had been flase and an ambush.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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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."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Sera

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Shinzaemon woke before dawn, a habit he'd developed long ago. After all despite his lineage being that of priests,wizards as they were called here, his line family had been poor and essentially lived as farmers. With a grunt he lifted his old and sore body out of bed and began his morning stretches and exercises, another habit long since cemented in his day. The stretches started simple enough, but grew increasingly difficult and by their conclusion some two hours later the old man was drenched in sweat. Shin proceeded to shower before changing into his usual outfit, the robes he'd inherited that boosted his Heavenly Arts-magic as it was called here. Aside from the robes he packed a set of beads-once more an old heirloom- this time coming from his former master in what Fiore called Territory Magic, money, and finally a small set of scrolls. He left his house at perhaps five in the morning if his gauge of time was accurate.

This had been a rare morning for Shin, there had been no letters,visitors or gossip indicating he needed to see a part of his extended adoptive family immediately. That didn't mean he didn't still do a quick form of rounds or wouldn't do one this afternoon, but it meant his morning was far quieter than usual. However, the scope of his free schedule allowed for a rather interesting encounter- a certain angry Dragon Slayer. His smell probably gave him away despite his own lack of shoes, he'd long since recognized the lot had impeccable noses. The fact he'd followed the girl would only increase the likelihood of his detection, however he truly didn't care on that matter.

" Anger and the actions of those who indulge cause more problems than they solve young Dragon Slayer." His tone was calm and level, utterly neutral if one were to be precise. Since this was more of a reminder than a lecture, Shin saw no need to attempt adding a name to his advise. The relative volume of the neighborhood was lower than that of his voice, and he was well within easy hearing distance.

"Assuming the man had actually intended to set you up, your threat is more likely to ensure his future success than discourage him in the future. A calm and dignified response much more intimidating than a child spitting fire, nor does it hurt the image of those around you. If my years have taught me one thing, those that lose their calm first are also the first to lose."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Hannah

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Hannah


There was nothing quite like the morning sun... Or rather, nothing quite like pulling a kart full of brand new weights down the market place. Hannah made quite a lot of noise in the early morning, as she stringed along training equipment on her way from Holly's (whom she had probably woken up with said noise) house to the guild. Hannah was in good spirits, enjoying and even humming to the rattling sounds that followed behind her. She had bought it with the reward for her latest mission, but not for herself. No, all this was for Aaron... Although he did not know it yet (nor had any say in the matter) Hannah intended to set it up before he would arrive in the guild this morning. Nothing quite like bench pressing to start off the morning, right after twenty laps around the guild hall and a hundred sit-up's!

When Hannah neared the market plaza however, she found a crowd around a blazing pillar of fire. Hannah knew what that meant; Sera had returned from her mission and she was not happy. Hannah pushed her way through the crowds to see what played out, but the target of Sera's anger had already ran off. Instead, Shinzaemon was there to give Sera his advice. Although Hannah would always take the old man's words seriously, she did not feel that was what the dragon slayer needed at that moment. Instead, Hannah walked up to the pair (rattling, noisy kart prattling behind her) and reassuring touched Sera's upper arm.

“Tell me what happened.” Hannah asked Sera. She felt for her guild-mate, always chasing even the faintest lead. Hannah occasionally joined her, but even though she prided herself in her tracking skills, Hannah had been of little help in the search for Haitxuck as of yet. “Come to the guild with us. Your family will help you. Won't we, Shinzaemon?” Hannah nodded at the old mage, as she put her arm around Sera. Even if the search for her dragonic father proved fruitless, Hannah wanted to reassure Sera that she had Fairy Tail to count on.

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Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi

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Seto Takahashi

On the outskirts of Magnolia lay a small, sandstone brick house. It was hardly the most lavish or decorative of buildings, but its owner was a simple, no-nonsense sort of a man. The inside was impeccably looked after; not a single speck of dust settled on even a single piece of furniture. If there was one thing the house's owner hated, it was disorder. Everything had to be perfectly clean and in exactly the right place at exactly the right angle. He also had to have a routine that was kept to by the minute, and that meant waking up at seven o' clock, on the dot, every morning.

As the short arm of the clock on Seto's desk clicked into place above the number seven Seto's eyes snapped open, fully awake. There had been no alarm to wake him, but still Seto awoke at exactly seven o' clock each morning, as if he had been subconsciously counting the ticks of his clock while he slept. To add to the list of oddities was the fact that he was always fully awake at seven; there was no slow transition from sleep to consciousness for Seto, he was wide awake or he was fast asleep. He immediately rose from his bed and got dressed in his usual attire within seconds, grabbed his katana and marched out of the house. The first thing he did every morning was train, even before his breakfast.

Half an hour of rigorous training in the woods behind Seto's house had left him slightly sweaty, so as he did at half seven every morning, he undressed and took a shower. As much as he liked the feeling of the warm water cleansing him, he made sure the shower took no more than ten minutes, including drying and redressing.

Even after all he had already done, his next destination was not Fairy Tail. It was a twenty minute walk down into the centre of Magnolia, and a rather calm and pleasant one that gave Seto time to think about what he would do for the rest of the day. He wouldn't have to work as hard as many of the other guild members as he owned his house and didn't have to pay a mortgage, unlike many of Fairy Tail's members who had to work continuously just to pay the rent for their flats. Being an S-Class wizard was hard work, but it paid well; pay for S-Class jobs was sometimes as high as millions of jewel. It had been a lot of work getting enough money to buy his own house, but Seto still continued to work as much as he did before he had bought it.

To his disappointment, Seto arrived at his destination a minute late, a small café rather unimaginatively named "Café Magnolia". He came here every morning for breakfast and had the same thing every time, a cup of tea, two buttered croissants and a boiled egg. The lady who ran the café found it rather amusing that he had the same breakfast every single morning, but didn't mind; he was by far and away her best customer. Seto finished his breakfast at the usual time and immediately afterwards set off to the guild.

As Seto walked through the double doors of the guild hall he saw that many of the mages had already turned up. Seto could never be sure who would turn up in the morning because none of the other wizards stuck to the same tight schedule that he did. He went straight to the standard request board and surveyed it for a suitable job.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Miyuu Minato Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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Image


Miyuu woke from her nightmare again. She was panicked, that was the first time that she had a nightmare that vivid strike her as she slept. Miyuu looked at her hand, which the knuckles looked a bit bloody since she probably punched the wall in the terror that was present within her body. With a heavy sigh to calm herself, Miyuu soon rose gently and using her rather light weight, moved silently to the area she designated her changing area. In her one-room apartment, she has no real bedroom, kitchen, living room, and so on. The only separate room is her bathroom, which only contains what is necessary, nothing special. Thus she doesn't have 'rooms' and 'closets' but specified areas where she put the furniture to act like walls and by her bed, she keeps a little privacy curtain, though never really closes it unless there is a guest over, which is really rare. Thus she began her morning routine, get dressed in her usual clothes, eat some of last night's leftovers, and head out to the Fairy Tail guild.

It wasn't like Miyuu was poor, rather, she had a good amount of money to suffice her desires, she just prefers saving money and living off the minimum. Soon she was out her door, scarf around her neck, and rather covering her face a little, and blue ribbon tying some of her white hair back. She exited her building and stretched a little before moving on with her day, a gentle breeze went through, which her scarf, ribbon, and hair caught. She proceeded to walk against the wind, almost loosing her ribbon in the process, what occasionally happens when one does that. Yet she kept going with her trip. Eventually she reached from where she was, close to the docks of the city, to the guild house. She entered through the double doors and saw a few others had come in, she payed no mind to them and sat by Anaida before speaking to the bartender, "Hm, just a coffee please." Miyuu asked, it was sharp, though polite. Though she turned her head to Anaida and spoke, "Why, good morning Ms. Anaida." That was a little less sharp, but her daggered words were still present in her voice. Her hand had stopped bleeding, but ached from her earlier punch.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare

Earnings

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Aaron Luminare



A loud yawn escaped Aaron's gaping mouth. His head drowsily turned away from the immersive literature that was clumsily held within his palms, his squinted and droopy gaze meeting the single speck of early sunlight allowed through the tightly closed blinds that darkened the small living space.

Morning already? Aaron thought disinterestedly, raising a single hand to rub the sleep, or lack thereof, from his eyes. Another yawn recklessly escaped him as he clumsily dug through the mountainous piles of books, papers and writing tools that surrounded him in the centre of the damp, murky room that Aaron lived in. 'Lived' perhaps being a stretched out definition of an apartment that served a better purpose, or at least in Aaron's case, as practical storage. It just so happened to be the exact same apartment that he slept in.

It wasn't all that glorified, really. A cheap, backwater rental in the outskirts of Magnolia that left the man with enough disposable income to rent another one. However it served his needs well enough, a means to escape the monotonous, day-to-day survival. Aaron wasn't someone to go about working day in day out to actually own a proper villa of some sorts. He was a man of simpler things.

Rising from his incidental circle of knowledge and wisdom, Aaron slouched his body through a daily routine he has known ever since joining the ever-famous Fairy Tail guild. His body fell aimlessly on the edge of his bed, a hand massaging both temples in a manner one would use to magic away a hangover gained from excessive drinking.

Stumbling through the door leading to the bathroom, Aaron took a rushed wake up shower, only stopping briefly as his eyes met his sloppy image in the mirror. “I look like crap.” He exclaimed with a Cheshire grin, half-turning his body to admire the shimmering, silver crest on his back. It reminded Aaron of his reason to join a guild, a means to jog his memory if he ever forgot.

With a sigh, he shook the thought away, resuming his morning routine by gathering his usual, distinct garb and gathering any essentials, a light read and perhaps something to write with and on, he may need for today's endeavours before heading out into Magnolia – To Fairy Tail.

Aaron stopped by one of the local merchants for a makeshift breakfast, today's speciality being a slice of raising bread, and a fresh apple for the vitamins. His strolling resumed, and Aaron found himself standing face to face with a magnificent sight.

There it was. Difficult not to notice with the eccentric flags and mishmash of other flashy accessories that decorated the castle-like home to the infamous Fairy Tail guild. Aaron couldn't help but smile every single time his gaze met the giant building. He never knew why it perked him up so much, it just made him feel welcome. As he was sure it did to many other mages in the guild.

Aaron quickly forced the final chunk of bread into his throat before gently pushing aside the doors that led to the guild hall, slipping in without a hitch and approached the request board in hopes of finding something worth his while. “Seto.” Aaron greeted, nodding to the fellow mage. “Found anything promising yet?” He was aware that Seto wasn't someone of many words, but he tried to start small talk nonetheless. Maybe he'd get something more out of the man than an absent 'hello.' for a change.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Tiny Dixon Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Miyuu Minato Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Damia Dantz

Opening your eyes to see the sun rising over the beautiful lake in Fiore would be considered the most peaceful relaxing thing in the world. At least, to Damia it was. So relaxing in fact, that he never wanted to wake up in the morning. However, like always, he slowly rolled out of bed until he fell on the floor and rolled around some more until he grew tired of it. From that point, he stood up to make his bed and went to eat. After eating he cleaned his bowl, went to take a shower, and from there he was ready to set foot on the road to his guild. Most people who saw the boys room would think that he was some type of neat freak even though that wasn't the case. He just liked to do as little work as possible to get the job done. As he saw it, by cleaning after yourself after you do something, you don't have to ever do those all day chores he dreads so much. Nope, a calm comfortable day sounded much better to him. He'd even settle for a loud fun day. Now that he was on his way to a place where days can vary, he hummed a little tune, excited to figure out what type of day it would be.

The walk was nice enough to tell him that nothing was really going on this morning. After his first wild morning in the guild, he found that he should always expect a burning set of buildings or random crowds of screaming people. This was just to relieve shock, but that didn't stop it from being an everyday possibility. Making it to the guild hall without any incidents happening the lad was free to enter his second home.

"Hey. I've been waiting for you," a familiar voice called.

"Huh?" Damia looked over to see it was none other than Garr, the latest victim to his schemes. "Oh. Good Morning, hehe."

"Don't hehe me pal. You told me that the guild master was giving rewards to those who mopped the whole floor and I was lucky enough to think to ask her before I started mopping."

"Wow really? Good job man. You cracked my evil scheme."

Garr spat into his holding cup. "Yeah, well now she wants to see you. So who's laughing now? Hehehe." The dwarf of a man walked away happily.

The words he left behind only seemed to slowly seek in Damia's stomach. There was nothing more time consuming than the hour it took to clean the whole entire guild hall. If that wasn't bad enough, the one person who he had to listen to no matter what. The one person who could make him do all the chores at once with no questions asked. The one person in the guild who he conceded to. She was the very same woman who he had to speak to. Passing through a couple of his guild mates, he quickly said "hi" to each of them before going in front of the woman. "Uhhh. Hey auntie." He greeted. The woman gave him a stare which almost made him leave the scene. "So uh... Yeah...... I was ...... Yesterday......" He quickly noticed that he had no excuse that he could give to her while she was looking at him like that, so instead he just bowed his head waiting to get hit.
"Ughh," he softly grunted. Raising his head and rubbing it with his right hand he said, "So yeah, I'll get the broom now."

While sweeping he noticed that everyone else was enjoying their morning conversations so he scanned the area to see who he could mingle with. Over to his right and where the bar was, he saw Sera, Hannah, the old man, Anaida, and Miyuu, who seemed to hate him for some reason. Across from the bar over to the mission board, he saw Seto and Aaron. He really didn't feel like having a conversation about working. Soon he saw Roxie and Tiny, but he waved off the idea about hanging out with them so early in the day. "Wow." He thought out loud. "I'm really getting old huh. I use to have a whole bunch of energy in the morning." Since it seemed like a good idea to let everyone talk amongst themselves for now, he kept on sweeping in hopes that someone would come in and talk to him............and that he would never have to sweep again.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Holly Doemaster

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Holly


The sun was busy shining down by the time Holly decided to lift her head from a bundle of blankets and quilts. She vaguely remembered Hannah crashing through the crisp morning silence at some point but that was a fuzzy memory of the past. Holly was no early riser, and despite being a pretty girl she rose like the dead. Yawning dramatically, she rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to try and control the flowing mane of blond hair she had, as well as get ready for the eventful day ahead. The rent for her apartment this month was fastly approaching and therefore it was time to find another job.

It took quite some time to select the right underwear and outfit for the day. Eventually refreshed and looking pretty in a floaty blue dress in the shape of a bluebell, Holly rushed down the street waving at a few locals she recognised. A slice of toast hung from her mouth as she tried to run and chew at the same time, a more difficult task than she initially thought. On her way she could already hear the murmurs of Sera being back, a rumour she gladly chose to believe. The dragon slayers had a peculiar relationship, leaving Holly craving and despising Sera at the same time.

Reaching the guild a few members saw her coming and hastily removed themselves from firing range. The sheer looks of panic on their faces fired her up even more. Bursting through the open doors she tumbled over a bar stool but managed to keep her footing. Climbing on top of the stool, and earning a few groans, her bright eyes scoured the guild for a flash of fiery hair until they settled on the one and only... "SERA!" She yelled.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Miyuu Minato Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Holly Doemaster Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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Julius Knoven



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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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Elizabeth Valdine


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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Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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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..."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare

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#, as written by Flexar
Seto Takahashi

Seto stood before the request board, his arms folded over his chest, scanning it for any jobs that paid well. Unfortunately, today was not a great day for jobs, but there was one that made Seto chuckle quietly to himself: "Find missing dog". To most people it would seem idiotic to ask such of people who were essentially mercenaries, but with the noses of Fairy Tail's dragon slayers locating a missing pet would not be too difficult, providing it hadn't strayed too far.

“Seto.” Seto turned his head slightly to see Aaron approaching, “Found anything promising yet?”
"Nothing particularly exciting." Seto replied with his usual blank slate of a voice, "It's even worse than usual. The most appealing offer is escorting a merchant caravan through the desert for a day, and it's only going at three quarters of the usual rate." Seto let out a quiet, weary sigh before continuing, "I might just take an S-Class quest; my only other options are doing nothing all day or having my services trivialised." Seto stepped to the side to give Aaron a clear view of the request board and leaned back on a nearby pillar, "Anything there that catches your eye?"
Seto usually wouldn't talk so much to his colleagues, but it was clear in this case that Aaron was attempting to make small talk. Seto was respectful enough to try and make small talk back, but that did not mean that he was any good at it.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Zane Character Portrait: Holly Doemaster Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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Zane


After a few weeks away, Zane finally returned back. The Dragon Slayer dragged himself off the train before collapsing on the platform, he lifted his head for a moment before going back to laying on the platform for a few more minutes, "I wasn't mean't for that kinda travel, I'm gonna be sick... he then dragged himself to a garbage can. Most of the people didn't stare or even paid attention as this was always what happened to Zane after travelling on any mechanical means of transportation. It still didn't stop a few people from asking if he was alright. His only reply was a sort of grunt as he barely moved from his prone position on the platform.

After gathering his strength and letting his stomach settle, Zane made sure he had everything before moving on, he'd decided to stop by the Guild and check up on everyone before going back to his place for some much needed rest and relaxation after his time away. Along his way he bought a few things from the stalls, which he promptly stuffed inside his bag that contained a few books and other things that he needed on his travels.

He walked through through the door and glanced around, he took in a deep breath. It was good to be home after the trip and it looked like everyone was already here and the day was already under way. Zane smiled as he moved towards the bar beginning to cross the room, he spotted the Guild Master who had probably already been here since early morning and nodded to her with a smile. Zane stopped in his tracks and turned to hear Holly on a bar stool yelling Sera's name. "Good, Sera's back as well..." he smiled and chuckled as he continued making his way to the bar noting to talk to Sera about how her trip went.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Holly Doemaster Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Aina Chinatsu Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Aniada Quincy


Little but little the members of her guild walked through the large double doors. The first she saw was Roxie, who wore a look of determination on her face. Next came Johnathan, whom she returned his greeting of good morning. However something seemed a bit off about him. She could tell by the forced “happy” atmosphere he carried around him and she was about to question him when Elizabeth walked in. The poor girl still had a smudge of ink on the underside of her jawline which only meant she had fallen asleep at her desk again. Nodding back to her guild mate, Anaida was about to focus her attention once more on Jonathan when suddenly a pair of slender arms wrapped themselves around her waist. Those same arms were accompanied by a soft child-like voice of none other than Aina who seemed to take delight in calling her Baa-chan.

"Baa-Chan~! Baa-Can~! Can you guess what day it is, Baa-Nee-Chan??" The older woman looked down at Aina with something of a scowl, “It’s the day where you finally stop calling me Baa-chan.” she said dryly. "Today is the day Sera-Nee-Chan comes back! Aren't you happy Baa-Chan?!" Her eyes widened ever so slightly upon hearing that name. not that Anaida was surprised or anything it was simply the fact that she, the Guild Master, was not aware of this bit of information yet Aina was. Anaida was aware of Sera’s longing to find her adoptive father and every now and then she would give the red head some information she thought might be able to her Sera. A smile full of mirth appeared on her face watching Sera side step Aina’s hug but was really only glad that the pink haired girl had let go of her and focused her attention elsewhere.

Sera came walking over towards the bar and started to explain how her trip went. While listening to Sera explain her most recent lead, Anaida’s eyes looked elsewhere. This elsewhere soon turned out to be Virgil the quieter folk of her Guild but quite possibly the oddest in his ways. The man seemed adamant in always wearing that damned mask of his. Something she wanted to tear off his face, so that he could allow the world to see him as he was. Anaida raised her cup of coffee towards him as greeting since it would be rude to interrupt Sera. The older woman soon realized her second favorite beverage was beginning to disappear from her mug. Which then lead to the idea of maybe trading it for a keg of beer seeing as the more rambunctious of her guild were showing up.

Soon enough Shin took over the matter of dealing with Sera and was soon joined by Hannah. Both of whom she respected, although she saw Shin as more of an old friend than a simple guild mate. Anaida left the trio to themselves for the time being and went to looking around, just in case someone else came in before she got to talk to Johnathon. It turned out her intuitive proved right when Miyuu spoke her good mornings to her. A strained smile on her lips, Anaida returned the greeting to the younger girl. Not only that but it seemed she had to deal with something akin to a problem that involved one of her younger mages, Damia. Who, it seemed, told another mage a lie about her giving rewards to those who took the trash out. After staring him down for a little while, Anaida bonked him on the head and watched him as he grabbed the broom and began to sweep the guild flood. “Geez you’d think he’d have learned his lesson by now.”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Anaida turned around and gave her mug to the bartender so he could refill it with coffee. Then turning to the side with one elbow leaning against the bartop, Anaida finally focused her attention on Johnathon. “So what seems-” before she could even finishing voicing her concern, Anaida was interrupted by a very loud name call. Cringing she raised one finger to Johnathan, almost like an apology, and turned to the bartender, “Actually turn that into a beer please, I might be getting a headache soon.” her words were low and one could tell form her tone that she was on the verge of getting upset. In her frustrated state she hadn’t noticed Shin had left the bar only to be replaced later by a youngster by the name of Julius Knoven.

Releasing a sigh Anaida took her mug of coffee, now turned mug of beer, and took a couple gulps from it. Once down she slammed the mug down onto the bar top, slightly glaring at the louder bunches of mages. It was as if she was daring them to ruin her mood but she knew in a few hours, maybe less, she’d ruin theirs with a certain subject that needed bringing up. However that was for a later time and right now someone needed to be questioned. “As I was saying Johnathon, what seems to be the problem? You look a bit down, did something happen this morning?” For a moment a soft expression settled on her face but it was fleeting and was gone as soon as it had arrived.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Zane Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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#, as written by Damioa
Damia Dantz


Damia spent most of his morning sweeping the guild from top to bottom. He went upstairs, to where most of the S class mages lingered from time to time, and to his relief, it was pretty clean. However, the main floor was was not only dusty from people who entered from mucky trips, but sticky from the people who became too drunk to hold their liquor. For a second, even he pondered if he had learned a lesson from all this procrastinating and chore shoving, but that thought was quickly shaken off. He was determined to not have to do anything as boring as scrubbing again. Though as of now, scrubbing is what he did without mood. He decided that if he was going to do it, he was only going to do it once today, which made him actually work hard to get the place as shiny as it could be. He enjoyed eavesdropping on some of the conversations being held, even though the subjects weren't anything too special or thrilling. When Zane walked in from his own travels, he greeted him at the door since he was cleaning around there.

Everything was as it should have been. It was calm, at least as calm as it could be for their guild, and peaceful. Which was weird because apart from the minor howls hear and there, a usual banging noise was missing. Though it was still the morning and anything could happen during the course of the day. At any rate, the young man could not help but to feel as though he wouldn't start off this day any other way.

It was at this point that he thought about his past. To the day that his mom told him he'd have to take care of himself because she was doing something so important that he couldn't see her anymore. Even when he writes to her, he has no idea where his letters are going or where they're coming from. Only her bird knows. "I wonder where you are now?" He whispered looking towards the ceiling.

"Eeeeh. She'll be alright wherever she is," a silver tongued voice said.

Slithering out of his pocket in it's red shiny embrace, Ruby, the serpent spirit of the ruby crystal wrapped itself like a scarf around his neck. "Hey. I don't want to spend this whole entire morning reminiscing about mom okay? I much rather spend it eating. I'm starving," the fire snake hissed.

"Will you cut it out? You know you're supposed to stay inside your crystal unless I call you," Damia said, grabbing the creature.

"Awe, but you know I like to party. I'm bored you know. You may like sitting things out and lying around enjoying the sunshine and the sweet smell of roses and what not, but I want to find those other crystals and you're not going to do that lazing about. Not to mention you haven't unlocked my brothers from their crystals yet and you've had them for almost a year now."


"Come one Ruby. I'm working on it...... sort of...." Damia turned away from the snake as best he could, but to no avail.

Ruby zipped over to his other shoulder and met his gaze. "You remember what you said when you were a tot and accidentally awoke me from my slumber right? You said that if I became your crystal then you'd follow in your mom's shoes and reunite me with my family. Jeez, you crystal mages and your promises huh? I bet the Celestial spirits don't have to put up with this."

"Celestial spirit mages don't have to put up with their partners nagging all the time either."

Ruby tilted uncomfortably close into Damia's face. "Look. You're eighteen now. So it's time you stop being lazy and uphold your part of the bargain. If you do that, I promise I can help you find mom. Though, you know I can't do that without the other crystals."

Damia pondered his answer for a second. "Okay, you got me. I'll stop being lazy only for this. I'm not doing anything extra okay.....And this is only because we're friends."

The ruby snake crawled around Damia's body in a joyful dance. "Thanks, but you got one thing wrong. We're not friends. We're family. So don't think you can go ditching this." As soon as he arrived on top of his shoulder, Ruby was back into his crystal, dormant in Damia's pocket.

"How could I? You tell me about it everyday."

It wasn't as if he didn't want to help Ruby out. Mostly, it was because he didn't know where to look for all the crystals. As a crystal mage he can use the powers of any rock that classifies itself as a crystal, but for a crystal spirit to be inside one of them, well, that was one in a million. Not to mention that crystals vary and not all the spirits that are inside of a crystal can be called Ruby's family. There were just too many conditions surrounding the whole ordeal. Though, that wasn't really what kept him hesitant in putting forth his full effort to find them. There was also the matter of seeing his mother after so long. What if she was lying to him in her letters? What if she had found another family?

He quickly caught himself in his ''what if'' moment and shook it off. He knew it wasn't fair to Ruby that his crystal mage wasn't acting the part of a crystal mage. So he decided that the he would start, from this day on, working hard to fulfill Ruby's request. He had an idea that just might work in achieving his goal too. The only thing left was to see if his friend would agree to his idea.

Heading towards the bar he slipped past the counter and grabbed an apple from a nearby basket. "Morning Julius," he said biting into the juicy fruit. "You cooking anything that I can eat? I haven't ate all morning." This was his usual routine. Though he could cook for himself and even had food at home, he'd always skip breakfast to see if his friend would give him any of the food he was making, even though he knew it was for the people that were going on jobs, and he was one of the people who rarely went on jobs. Though he knew that his friend wouldn't let him starve so he always figured he'd end up getting fed.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Tiny Dixon Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Roxie Albernet


Not really bothering to say good morning to the members of the Guild, Roxie went straight to one of the tables and sat down. Shifting about until she got comfortable, Roxie pulled her guitar from behind her and set the case on the table. Opening it she pulled out some paper full of what looked to be scribbles but were in fact music notes. Roxie thus began to reorganize the music sheets into a nice little pile and took out a small plumed pen. Taking her favorite guitar from its case, Roxie pulled the strap over her head and adjusted it so it pulled on her shoulder comfortably. With a small smile Roxie began to work on writing notes as she strummed on her guitar.

Every now and then she’d reach for one of the music sheets and scribble something down. Roxie had been so caught up in completing this activity, it hadn’t yet registered that someone was now sitting atop her head. "What ya doing? Wanna come on a small job with me later?". Jumping up in surprise Roxie voiced her surprise. “I’m writing down some notes and lyrics.” Turning her head to focus on the task before her, Roxie didn’t answer the latter half of Tiny’s question until a few minutes later. “I’ll have to think about it. I promised Mum that I’d be home tonight so maybe another time. Besides I have more important things to do than go on a silly mission.” She looked up at Tiny’s miniature face with her usual scowl.

Putting her chin in her hands, Roxie released a sigh and watched her fellow Guildmates. She now realized that quite a few people came in while she had been working and one of them was a good friend of hers, Damia. By the looks of it he was stuck having to clean up the place. Snickering to herself, Roxie grinned and sent Damia a scrunched up face with her tongue sticking out. It was done to tease her friend as well as to hopefully brighten up his day.

“Now get off my head Tiny. I’d like to work on my music for a bit. Unless you want to watch me. Oh actually do you think you could test some of these notes for me.” Looking up at her friend, Roxie lifted a piece of paper with different musical notes. Underneath the lines were scribbled words that might have been lyrics or just simple notes that Roxie jotted down for some unknown purpose.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Aaron Luminare



“I'm going to take your word for it.” Aaron responded dryly as he inched closer to the request board. He pondered for a moment, lazily sliding through the various request with his free hand while allowing his body to lean against his staff. A stiff laugh, more a single chuckle left him as his eyes gazed on one of the more 'general' requests. “Coordinate children's play” the title silently boomed in fiery, red letters. Apparently they were going to act out their rendition of a harmless children's book titled: The Princess and the Dragon.

There wasn't much else, just your standard requests that the kiddie-wings could do with their hands tied behind their backs. Find missing pets, help out a local farm, and all that. Nothing the least bit appealing to someone looking for something with a pinch of danger.

Aaron sighed, shrugging at the lack of worthier requests that, as Seto stated before, seemed to become less by the day. “What a drag.” The man swiftly turned away from the board, eyeing the slowly crowding guild hall, before bringing his attention back to the S-class mage. “At least you got a whole other board to choose from.” He exclaimed, subtly hinting at the fact that Seto could choose S-ranked missions over these petty requests any day. A luxury that Aaron had not.

As he waved off Seto with a quick “Good luck” that he'd find something to do today, Aaron wandered aimlessly through the guild hall, eventually stopping next to the counter as he overheard Damia begging for scraps of food. Again.

“Find a job first, maybe then you'll get to eat breakfast.” Aaron butted in jovially, flashing the young man a genuine smile. “Anyway, I couldn't help but notice your eagerness to clean the guild. What have you done this time?” Aaron knew Damia was infamous for his tendency to take the general piss with everyone. A tendency that, more often than not, earned him a complimentary punishment from their dear guild master.

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Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Julius Knoven


Julius chopped some peppers and threw them into a large frying pan which sent an aroma of sautéed vegetables and fried meat through the guild. He was so lost inside his own world that he had almost forgotten about his friend Daima. He leaned underneath the wooden counter and ruffled through a few bottles of seasoning and spices; "Crap don't tell me we don't have anymore paprika!" Julius yelled to himself as he began rifling faster. With a sigh of relief he stood up with a bottle of red powder and saw his Daima sitting at the bar.

"Morning Julius," he said as he took a bite of the apple in his hand "You cooking anything that I can eat? I haven't ate all morning."

Julius turned to his friend as he smiled and gave him a knock on the head. Not out of anger but out of a goofy friendship which felt more like a brotherly bond. "You do realize you do this every morning right?" Julius sighed as he turned back to the pot that which contained his latest creation. He reached over the stove and grabbed a wooden container from a cabinet; gently placing some of the stir fry he just made inside he placed it in front of his friend and chuckled, "Don't eat too fast and die now." Julius said as he turned back to the stove.

Turning the fire off he grabbed another bowl and walked over to a girl who was sitting at a table. On top of it was a guitar case and scribbled on papers which seemed to be music notes. Holding out the bowl containing the warm aromatic food he offered it to her. "Are you hungry?" Julius asked as he smiled.

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Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen

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Johnathon Allen


John looked to Aniada when she first started talking to him. He smiled because she had the presence of a mother and it made him feel warm inside for some reason. He couldn’t help but let a small smirk creep across his face as some of his guildmates interrupted the conversation Aniada was trying to have with him. He sipped his coffee longer and waited for everything to settle down. However, it was rare that people settled down in Fairy Tail. When the environment was as mellow as it was going to get Anaida approached Johnathon and asked her question. “As I was saying Johnathon, what seems to be the problem? You look a bit down, did something happen this morning?”

John looked to Anadia and the smile that was on his face faded. He took another sip of his coffee and then let the words spill from his mouth. “The nightmares are starting to come back; it’s been over two years and I thought I had finally gotten over it. Well I know you don’t really get over something like that, but I thought I had finally been able to forgive myself.” After saying those words John thought about the mother of the boy and wondered if she could ever forgive him. It made him think that if he could barely forgive himself, she could never forgive him. This thought put a solemn expression of John’s face. John sat there looking at the floor for a second and sipped his coffee. He looked to Anadia and gave her a half smile “It doesn’t really matter though, it’s too early to be dealing with stuff like this lets just forget I said anything.”

He had a feeling Anadia wasn’t just going to let it go and a part of him wanted that. He wanted someone to set him on a path that wouldn’t be self-destructive. He knew that if he dealt with this himself he would let it eat him up inside, until he did something stupid and drastic. John could never really handle this type of thing in his life. He was never taught to handle grief as a child his father was focused on making him a stronger wizard and not a stronger person. The thought of his father made him tense up, he gripped the cup of coffee so tight that a crack appeared on it.

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Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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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..

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Hannah


After speaking to Sera, Hannah found her way through the guild hall to an unfortunate target. “Aaron!” Hannah shouted cheerfully across the room, frantically waving with her one hand and pulling her kart filled with training equipment with the other. On her way, she passed Seto, whom she asked; “Anything good today?” Although that was more of a casual greeting than a conversation-starter. After all, Seto and Hannah usually let their weapons and magic do their talking for them.

When she reached Aaron, Hannah put a hand on his bicep and smiled as she squeezed it. “Good. It's getting bigger.” Hannah grinned, complimenting the godslayer. “I have a surprise for you to get even stronger.” She stated cheerfully, although with all the noise she made, the new set-up Hannah brought along could hardly be called a surprise anymore.

“First you need to warm up. Twenty laps around the building.” Hannah suggested enthusiastically, before turning to Damia as well. The young crystal mage was even more scrawny than Aaron. That wouldn't do in Hannah's eyes. A strong mind in a strong body, was her motto and to that end she was willing to support all of the guild to buff up... Whether they welcomed her help or not, Hannah's enthusiasm was unwavering.

“You can use muscle too.” She stated bluntly. She snatched his breakfast right under his nose and put it on a different table, then pinched Damia's arm and shortly shaking her head. “Join Aaron on his runs.” She almost commanded the boy, despite having no authority over Damia whatsoever. “You can eat after exercises. It is bad to run on a full stomach.”

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Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Seto Takahashi

Seto returned Aaron's wave of goodbye and began to head towards the stairs, but turned when he heard the ear-splitting cry of "Aaron!". Hannah had arrived, and that could mean nothing good for the young godslayer. On second thought, he wasn't quite so young, he was a good six years older than Seto, but he seemed younger. He was a good three inches shorter than Seto and a rank below, not to mention the way Hannah treated him like a child. Or maybe it was just that Seto seemed older than he really was; the guild seemed to treat him that way. For a twenty-one-year-old he was remarkably serious and experienced, and looked a few years older than he really was, but having to kill for a living from the age of ten took its toll.

"Anything good today?"
Seto's train of thought was put back on track as Hannah passed him, lugging a cart full of training equipment (or instruments of torture, if you were on the wrong end) towards Aaron. Seto simply shook his head in reply, he didn't need to speak to answer a simple yes or no question. He watched with ever-growing pity as she lugged her cart over to Aaron and grabbed at his bicep and ordered him to run around the building. As much as Aaron did need more exercise, Hannah's training regimes were more likely to cripple him than to make him fit. Once she latched onto Damia as well he knew he had to intervene, lest Hannah accidentally hospitalised half of Fairy Tail.

"Hey, Hannah," Seto began as he approached her and her two victims, "I'd say it's rather unfair to expect these two to do so much while you do nothing yourself." Wisps of dark energy were now beginning to flicker and coil around Seto's hands, "We haven't fought in a while, and I've got nothing else to do today. What do you say to a duel?"
Seto tilted his head slightly and discreetly mouthed "Flee" to Hannah's two victims. While he was attempting to save Aaron and Damia from broken backs, he did need something to do today, and duelling Hannah seemed like the best option.

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Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Hannah


“You are right.” Hannah accepted Seto's challenge eagerly. The display of Seto's black wisps made Hannah smile, she reciprocated the gesture with the orange aura of the eagle lighting up in her eyes. She and the shadow-make mage sparred often, but Hannah still learned something every match they had. It was good to have a regular training partner who was just as serious about growth as she was.

“You two start without me.” Hannah whisked away Aaron and Damia, somehow trusting they would work out even if she wasn't there to force it to happen. She took Seto by the wrist and pulled on him like he was the kart full of the so-called torturing devices (which she left in the middle of the room with the godslayer and crystal mage.)

“Come, let's find a spot.” Hannah said to Seto, as she guided him along towards the door. It'd been a while since she and Seto had last fought and the last time they'd sparred, Seto had the edge. It had only prompted Hannah to train even harder, and she couldn't wait to show the shadow-make mage the results...

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Damia Dantz


Laughing at Julius's question, Damia let a small grin from on his face as the older lad bopped him on the head. "Oh do I now? Maybe I have a problem. A food problem that only you can solve," he said.
He accepted the food his friend laid out in front of him with open arms. "Thanks man. Don't know what I'd do without you."

"Don't eat too fast and die now."

" I won't. . ." Damia replied waiting for him to leave before eating as fast as he could. At least that was the plan until Aaron came over to him.

“Find a job first, maybe then you'll get to eat breakfast.” The older man lectured.

Damia turned around and said, "But, you know I can't work on an empty stomach and besides, I plan on getting real serious about work soon."

“Anyway, I couldn't help but notice your eagerness to clean the guild. What have you done this time?”

"Well, you see I...."

"Aaron!" a shout that was so loud, it would wake up anyone that lived in a guild on the far side of the map, called out to the man in front of the boy.

Damia peered over to see that it was none other than Hannah, the exercise guru, as he liked to call her. He tried to find a place to escape to before she realized he was in the area. He looked to Aaron's left and his right. He looked behind him. He even looked towards Julius who was talking to Roxie now. All points were escape routes he knew wouldn't work against the hunter. He listened to her talk to Aaron about his weakness and lack of muscles, hoping she wouldn't go to him next. Although it seemed it was to no avail as she soon called him out.

“You can use muscle too.” She noted taking his plate away before pinching his arm.

"But," The boy didn't ever get the chance to defend his lack of muscle. It wasn't really a bad thing in his eyes that he lacked any muscle. Honestly, he saw muscle as an exhausting thing to carry around all the time. He liked being thin and able to carry his own body weight. However, Hannah, for whatever reason, thought he needed to be bulky. Though he doubted skipping meals would help anyway.

“Join Aaron on his runs.” An urge of authority rung in her voice, “You can eat after exercises. It is bad to run on a full stomach.”

Luckily, Seto had come just at the right moment to take Hannah off to spar. That had to be another reason why Damia didn't want to be an S class wizard. He didn't really like sparring, but if Hannah or Seto asked him, how could he refuse? Yep, being A class was good enough. Though, even now he realized he had to change somehow. He turned to Aaron and laughed about being forced to exercise. "You know Aaron, I never thought I would say this..." he stated to say. If he was going to follow through with his all his being. "We should probably do what Hannah said."
Almost instantly, Damia felt a piece of himself die. He grabbed onto his chest and even lunged on the floor panting. After a few seconds he jumped up in triumph from having said something that went against his morals. "There. I have done the deed. Whew. I feel way better you know. Don't get me wrong bro, this doesn't mean I'm going to do this again anytime soon, but I kinda promised someone I would help them. Basically speaking, all I need to do is have a fight and I'll be that much closer to realizing my goal."

Moving his hand towards the case on his belt and reaching inside, Damia pulled out the emerald crystal that was inside of it. His eyes grew confident and a smirk planted on his face, making him look more mischievous than ever. "So I guess I should ask you. Aaron, how about we spar?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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Image




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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Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi

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Seto Takahashi & Hannah


Seto wasn't surprised when Hannah grabbed him by the wrist and allowed her to lead him on, but stumbled along behind her with a mildly irate look on his face. He had great respect for her, but her physical gestures always made him feel rather awkward; it was hardly fitting for one of Fairy Tail's highest ranking wizards to be led around by the wrist, and Seto just didn't like physical contact outside fights.

Fortunately, it wasn't long until they had found a suitable, open space outside the guild hall. Once Seto had his wrist back under his own control he put a suitable distance between himself and Hannah, turned, and adopted a fighting stance.

"Why don't you take the first shot?" Seto offered, the dark energy around his hands hissing and crackling with anticipation.

At his invitation, Hannah sprouted the turquoise swallow’s wings from her back and requipped a shortbow. Starting from a dash, Hannah flew low to the ground. She circled Seto, knowing that a direct attack rarely worked against her sparring partner, Hannah fired a salvo of arrows mid-flight; opening the fight with successive attacks from multiple angles; something she hoped would put Seto either on the run or the defensive.

Despite seeming trapped, Seto remained totally calm and took a moment to analyse the situation. There were arrows coming at him from all sides, even from above; dodging was not an option. So, Seto opened his right palm, gathering dark energy, and then clenched it shut.
"Shadow Make: Shockwave!"
A blast of dark energy expanded outwards from his hand, reducing the arrows to dust, as well as the ground beneath his feet, leaving him in a small crater.
"Surely you didn’t think that was going to do anything?" Seto taunted, gathering more dark energy in his hand, "Shadow Make: Locust!"
A thick, black cloud of small, insect-like creatures flew from Seto’s hand and began to encircle Hannah, almost obscuring her from view. There was no doubt that their bites would do very little damage to Hannah and that she could break out of the swarm with ease, but Seto had something else in mind.

In hindsight, Hannah hadn’t expected anything less from Seto. However, Hannah herself also wasn’t without tricks in her sleeves. Both she and Seto knew that the locusts were weak, but they worked as a double blind. Neither could see what the other was doing; and so Hannah readied another flurry of arrows; this time coating them in swallow aura’s; making them easily break through the locust whirlwind and track Seto to give him no time to make use of his cover. The attack didn’t come without it’s price; as it gave the locusts time to bite Hannah. She just had to grin and bear it. Hannah dismissed her shortbow and bursted upwards; as the locust gave chase; a second to see Seto was all she needed. She hovered mid-air and allowed the locusts to catch up. Hannah coated her one arm with the eagle’s talon and requipped a net and imbued it with the frog skin aura in her right. The aura made it nearly invisible and Hannah threw it in an arc with Seto’s own locusts covering her movement. A split second later, she tore through the locusts with her talon; so that neither party’s vision was obstructed. If her plan worked and her net hit; she’d disable Seto from using his shadow-make for a few moments; precious moments she could use to launch another attack…

Seto smiled as Hannah broke through the locusts, smashing many of them so that they reverted to their original state of pure dark energy. Seto had had no need to hide himself from Hannah, only a source of dark energy behind her. He extended an arm to direct his magic, and chanted: "Shadow Make: Fenrir!"
The destroyed locusts morphed into the head of a gargantuan wolf behind Hannah, a wolf that opened its maw and slammed it shut with great force, hoping to catch Hannah with its bite. However, Seto had failed to notice the net that Hannah had thrown earlier until he could hear it whooshing through the air above him. He jumped backwards, causing Fenrir to waver for a split second, and still not fast enough to stop the net from entangling his left leg, tripping him up. He didn’t spend effort on trying to free his leg, lest it disrupt Fenrir. If he landed a good hit on Hannah then he would have the time to untangle himself, so he’d need to concentrate, even if that meant lying on the ground.

When the shadows disperse and Hannah noticed no frontal attack, she used the opening and dove towards Seto with the talons on her hand straight out; ready to slash. It was thanks to her net she managed to avoid the Fenrir, as the second it flickered was enough for Hannah to escape it’s reach. The wolf’s maws clasped together, crunching on nothing but her dust. Hannah closed the distance quickly, hoping that between her speed and Seto’s position, she could score a clean hit.

Seto flinched slightly when Hannah avoided Fenrir; she’d gotten better since they’d last fought. He had to think fast if he was going to avoid a direct hit from her talons, but there was no way he could free himself and dodge in the short time he had. However, that didn’t mean he was just going to take the hit. He pulled himself up to one knee, waited for Hannah to come within striking distance and then pressed both palms against the ground beneath them.
"Shadow Make: Eruption!"
A pillar of darkness erupted from the ground, engulfing Seto and, with any luck, Hannah as well. Seto stood his ground; he could take a hit from his own magic with minimal damage, but the same could not be said of non-dark mages. Not only was there a good chance that he’d hit Hannah, but the magic destroyed the net that was binding his leg, allowing him to move freely again.

Hannah had put too much speed in her charge to dodge Seto’s eruption, and so it would come to trading blows. In the same second her talon connected; she felt Seto’s dark energy bulge underneath her and like a punch to the gut it caused Hannah to flinch before she was thrown up high into the air by the black energy. It was a good thing Hannah could fly; or else she’d have been suffered another hit on her way back down. Seto’s attack definitely stung, but as Hannah noticed cloth on her talons, she assumed that went two ways.

“That was good!” Hannah shouted at Seto, complimenting his reaction as the dust cleared. She wasn’t about to give up, however, as Hannah requipped a spear and coated it in the eagle’s drilling energy (thereby dismissing her talon.) It was a tenacious piercing magic that would not so easily be destroyed as her arrows. The moment she would spot movement, Hannah would lunge it straight down to keep the pressure going.

"Likewise." Seto replied as he brought his hand to his now bleeding right shoulder. He was rather irked by the fact that Hannah had torn his robe, but such things for bound to happen in a duel, so he wouldn’t hold it against her. In order to avoid any further damage to it he simply took it off and cast it aside; he wasn’t particularly bothered about his shirt getting torn since he could easily replace it. He used dark matter to stem his bleeding before drawing his sword and running his palm along the flat of the blade.
"Shadow Make: Corrosion."
Seto’s hand left a coating of dark energy on the blade, giving it an eerie, black glow. The dark energy acted like an acid, eating away even steel and stone as if it were mere foam. Hannah wasn’t the only one with powerful weapons at her disposal. Seto beckoned for Hannah to come down to attack him, for he could only strike her with a ranged attack while she was up in the air, and that would give her an opening while he was preparing for the next strike.

Although she had intended to throw the spear, when Hannah saw Seto challenge her to fight old school up and personal, she could not decline. Her wings kicked back the air and folded in a dive, as she put the spear in front of her charge and fell straight on down, putting even more force behind her attack. Hannah had the edge in range and mobility, but for some reason she couldn’t help but be curious of what Seto had planned…

Good, Hannah had taken the bait. Seto raised his katana above his head, clutching the hilt with both hands, and chanted: "Shadow Make: Guillotine!"
Guillotine was a spell that could just as easily be cast without a sword, but Corrosion’s power would give it some extra force. The dark energy lengthened greatly, and Seto swung it down at Hannah. She wasn’t close enough to stab at him with her spear, but she’d come close enough to lower her chances of dodging Seto’s attack.

Hannah wasn’t fond of his trickery, but it was Seto they were talking about. He likely wanted to win this as much as she did. Again, her diving speed made it impossible to dodge an attack reliably, even if it was as narrow as the guillotine. Instead; Hannah channeled her momentum into another aura; dismissing her wings and spear, she called upon the pangolin and used it to roll into a ball of armour. While it was a defensive spirit, the combination of it’s hard scales and her diving momentum practically made it a cannonball. She’d scold Seto for fooling her after she was out of immediate danger…

Seto recalled the guillotine once Hannah cast pangolin; he wouldn’t be able to break through the armour with guillotine, only a close-range, corrosion-assisted stab would have the power to break through her shields. Instead, Seto jumped to the side to avoid Hannah, but he wasn’t going to wait for her to uncurl. She was going to crash into the ground hard, and while it wouldn’t do her any considerable damage, it would give Seto a window of opportunity while the impact jarred her. He pressed a palm to the ground again and channeled dark energy from himself into the ground, but he wasn’t going for the area around himself this time.
"Shadow Make: Bind!"
Tendrils of dark energy spiralled out around Hannah; if Seto could bind her within her sphere he would limit her movement to almost nothing, almost assuring his victory.

The tendrils wrapped around the pangolin scales, trapping Hannah’s movement just as Seto had planned. However this was the tricky thing about Seidhr magic; the tendrils held onto the aura around Hannah and not the mage herself. Hannah summoned her frog’s eyes allowing her to see straight through the back of her own head (something made possible by Seto’s own magic, because if it hadn’t restricted Hannah’s movement and she’d still been rolling, this would have made her very dizzy.) She had to anticipate Seto’s next move, knowing that if Seto got one clean shot with his corrosion-fueled sword; this fight would be over. Instead, she’d pay him back for his trickery; she intended to drop the shields at the last moment and use the split second of mobility she would gain from it to attempt to parry the incoming attack and use her talons to rip through the tendrils and if possible; counter-attack Seto.

Seto examined Hannah for a moment; she was tightly bound within her shell by his magic, but the tendrils only wrapped around the shell, so if Hannah dispelled the magic she would have free movement for a split second. With most opponents this would not be a problem, but countless battles against Hannah had taught Seto that she was not to be underestimated. The obvious course of action would be to lunge at her with his sword; he could score a clean hit and defeat her with a single strike. However, if he did so he would run the risk of impaling her and causing her serious harm; he would need a different approach. Going near her could give her an opportunity to strike at him, so he’d need to keep his distance. He kept his palms pressed to the ground at proceeded to cast bind repeatedly, wrapping Hannah’s aura in tendril after tendril until her protective sphere was no longer visible under all the coils. Not only did the thick covering of tendrils bind Hannah more tightly, it gave Seto more strength for his next attack. He used his magic to have the bind force Hannah down into the ground, using the strength of her shield to crack the ground beneath her and force her down further.

It seemed Seto knew her well, so Hannah had to think fast. She couldn’t simply destroy the tendrils, because that would simply give Seto a clean shot with his Fenrir. The force of the mass of tendrils quickly accumulated, and she felt the power pushed her deeper into the ground… That gave Hannah an idea; once again Seto had used a double blind so he wouldn’t be able to see what she would do either. Hannah dispelled the lower half of her pangolin shell; something that put tremendous pressure on her legs to keep standing. Hannah roared at the top of her lungs to put forth the strength to keep herself from being crushed, but also to hide the sound of the move she was about to make. She requipped her spear, coated it in her eagle’s once more and drilled deep into the ground; digging a hole she would fit in. Seconds later, she finished and just in time. Hannah allowed her remaining pangolin scales to scatter and using the split second she gained from it, Hannah summoned a large amount of nets to take her place above ground and dropped herself into her hole below it. Pushed together, they would be indistinguishable from a human form in fetal position when bound by the tendrils; which snatched it with great force and wrapped it in a dark metallic bodybag; with Hannah hiding underneath…

Seto smiled to himself as Hannah roared, impressed that she was able to maintain such determination with the force of all the tendrils pushing down on her. However, his smile faded when he felt the tendrils suddenly met with less resistance; Hannah must have dispelled her shield. He couldn’t see anything different from his current position, so he inched slightly closer to the hole, but still nothing seemed different. The tendrils of dark matter were still wrapped around a sphere, just as they had been before. Was that sphere Hannah? He couldn’t think of what else it might be, but neither could he think of why she would drop her shields when in such a vulnerable position. Something here was amiss. Not willing to take any chances, Seto went no closer to the hole, and instead snapped his fingers and chanted: "Shadow Make: Tremor!" The tendrils dissipated into dark energy and forced their way into the ground below. If that had been Hannah the tendrils were wrapped around, he would have a clean, powerful hit on her.

It was a good thing Seto always chanted his attacks, or else he’d sure have hit Hannah hard. She reformed her pangolin scales skin-tight to defend against the coming tremor, as the the nets took the brunt of the blow. Learning his tendrils had caught nothing but nets would spell the end of her distraction. However, Hannah knew she could force Seto into a guessing game. The quake softened the ground and stone around Hannah and when felt the attack had passed her; she burst out of her hole and used her eagle’s wings to whip up the dust into a smokescreen that developed around both her and Seto. Afterwards she dismissed the wings and coated herself in her frog’s skin. Normally the aura wouldn’t deal well with fast movement; but inside the the blanket of sand she could move and keep her stealth advantage. Hannah moved quickly around Seto’s side, preparing for a straight punch to the jaw if he guessed wrong about where she was…

Seto took a step back in shock when he saw Hannah emerge unharmed from his attack, and things only got worse. The smokescreen prevented him from having any idea of where Hannah was, for all he knew she was above him. He strained his eyes for any signs of movement, but found none. Unfortunately for him, he had been looking completely the wrong way when Hannah burst from her cover and struck him square in the jaw, sending him staggering backwards.
"Not bad." Seto smiled as he rubbed his injured jaw, "You’ve gotten stronger, but so have I. Shadow Make: Gauntlets!"
Dark matter solidified around Seto’s arms within a fraction of second, and he swung his right fist down at the back of her head, adding speed and force to his punch with dark energy.

The disadvantage to the frog skin was that Hannah could not see herself well either and so was unable to parry Seto’s counter strike. The force propelled Hannah a few inches back as Seto’s strike connected. He too, was fast and if she wasn’t angry at Seto for fooling her earlier, she would have told him that.

Still, a bruise on her cheek wasn’t going to stop Hannah from attacking. Seto’s advantages were power and reach and Hannah couldn’t equip her talons to match them without dispelling the frog skin, but the sand hadn’t settled yet. Hannah leapt back into the fray and in an attempt to get under his guard, she ducked and swept with her leg at Seto’s, attempting to knock him off his feet.

Seto was prepared for Hannah’s counter strike this time, and jumped to avoid her kick. When he landed he pressed the heels of his hands together and curled in his fingers, mimicking a jaw. Now that he was in front of Hannah he had a good chance of hitting her with Fenrir, especially while she was recovering from her attack. He chanted the incantation and snapped his hands together, causing Fenrir to do the same with its maw.

Hannah was shocked to learn that somehow Seto had managed to predict a sweep, even while she should have still been invisible to him. Dark energy formed around her, and it was too late for Hannah to escape. Fenrir’s jaws closed and shadows pierced into her skin. Blood seeped from her arms and shoulders; which she had raised to protect her head. Hannah was not willing to throw in the towel yet. Her frog skin aura dropped, flashing Hannah’s condition to Seto for a brief moment, before a green aura wrapped itself around Hannah’s legs and a purple one around the right arm she stretched out; forming a grizzly wolverine’s head with it’s maws wide-open. Hannah launched herself straight forward towards Seto; with a leap that would either get her far out of Seto’s reach if he dodged; or tackle and push him by at least three yards between the wolverine’s jaws if it hit.

Seto cringed slightly at the sight of Hannah’s blood-soaked arms, rather regretting his most recent move. He wanted to tell her to stop, but she was a proud woman; she wouldn’t surrender until she could no longer move. If he wanted her to stop, he’d have to beat it into her. However, it didn’t seem that that chance was at hand; if she was using the wolverine spirit she was really getting serious. Seto almost wished that he could use his Darkness Embodied spells, but such magic was too powerful for friendly sparring; he’d already harmed Hannah enough. He braced himself as Hannah charged, clasped his hands together and chanted: "Shadow Make: Barrier!" A wall of dark matter burst from the ground in front of Seto, which ought to protect him from Hannah’s attack, providing she wasn’t riled up enough to smash through it.

The wolverine’s opened maw and the offensive and defensive dark magics met. A clash of forces made waves of magic repel everything from the collision but the two combatants as the two spells slowly destroyed one another. Hannah’s hand slowly forced itself through the shadow-make barrier that was being dispersed alongside the wolverine’s jaws and her finger’s reached for Seto’s chest; bared by him taking off his shirt earlier. Hannah’s intention never had been to fully unleash the wolverine upon her friend, it could be as disastrous for him as Seto’s Embodiment spells would be to her. Instead, as the tip of her finger almost touched Seto’s chest she chanted; “Seidhr Magic: Sloth.”

Seto took a step back as Hannah forced her arm through his barrier; it wasn’t often that anyone could break through his defences. Even more surprising was what happened next. As Hannah’s finger pressed against his chest he suddenly felt incredibly drowsy, and began to lose his balance. Was he really being brought down by what seemed like the most useless spell in Hannah’s repertoire? He sunk to his knees and began to close his eyes, but his willpower was strong enough to just about keep him conscious. With one last effort he extended his hand and chanted: "Shadow Make: Dart..." A magic circle appeared and released a half-arsed flurry of darts at Hannah, just before Seto slumped down on the ground, fast asleep, snoring like an earthquake and drooling slightly. It must have been quite a sight, because Seto barely even rolled around when he slept naturally.

At point blank, even a half attempt from Seto’s darts was a good attack. The needles stuck in Hannah’s skin. Hannah dropped to her knees, between the damage she had taken and the amount of strength she had used under his bind spell and the clash with the wolverine, Hannah had to catch her breath. As Seto dozed off, the needles dispersed and Hannah felt her heart thump loudly in her chest. She stared at their on-lookers (quite possibly blown away by the shockwave mere seconds ago) before she got up and dispelled the sloth’s aura from Seto.

“Never use my code to trick me again.” Hannah said sternly, referring to when Seto had beckoned her to come down and cross blades. She stretched out her hand in order to help Seto up.“Still, that was a close fight.” Hannah said and couldn’t help but show a glimpse of a smile. Part of her wanted to remain angry, but Hannah couldn’t hide she was thankful to Seto she could have such great sparring matches.

Seto awoke to the sight of Hannah’s extended hand, and a small pile of drool around his mouth. He recoiled at the uncouth display, but shook it off and allowed Hannah to help him to his feet.
"I wouldn’t quite say I tricked you." Seto protested, "I just challenged you to something you weren’t expecting. I won’t do it again, if you promise not to cast that on me again." Seto returned Hannah’s smile and shook her hand firmly, "You look like you could do with some patching up." Seto let go of Hannah’s hand and ran it over her wounds, sealing them with dark matter, "Well, I don’t know about you, but I could definitely do with a sit down after that."

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Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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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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Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen

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Anaida Quincy


“The nightmares are starting to come back; it’s been over two years and I thought I had finally gotten over it. Well I know you don’t really get over something like that, but I thought I had finally been able to forgive myself.”

She stared at Johnathan for a moment before coming up with something to say. "They're back, that's not too surprising. With the severity of the actions of your past, I don't expect you to just forget about it. These things take time to heal but sometimes they never do." Looking back at him, Anaida took on a more stern approach to the matter at hand.

“It doesn’t really matter though, it’s too early to be dealing with stuff like this lets just forget I said anything.”

Hearing this, Anaida sighed and stepped off her stool. It seemed Johnathan didn't think it mattered for it being so early. However that wasn't what made her sigh. It was the fact that he chose to brush it aside and let it take its course. As much as I want to help you Johnathan, I won't and I can't. You're none to special than the rest of my Guild Anaida turned her back to him and downed the rest of beer in one go. With an exaggerated sigh of content, it almost seemed like Anaida for once was in a good mood. However the words that passed her lips said otherwise.

" It's not a matter of you just forgetting about it and forgiving yourself. There's more to it than that."

With that being said, Anaida glanced over her shoulder breifly and noticed the crack in his cup. Shaking her head ever so slightly, she walked off to some other part of the Guild. To where she walk to was surprisingly enough outside. While talking with Johnathan she noticed an increase of magic and had glanced in the general direction. What she saw didn't sit too well with her but she kept her cool before Johnathan. And so now Fairy Tail's Guildmaster followed two of her mages outside.

Leaving the double doors open Anaida stood between two battle-ready mages. One of whom had the habit of challenging her while the other she admired for his skill. Hands on hips she looked at Hannah then Seto with a scowl. “I guess I should watch over you guys.” Closing her eyes for a moment, she rubbed the back of her head. With a mean smile on her lips Anaida crossed her arms and stood in a stable stance to keep from being knocked over if their fight got out of hand. Soon enough their dual began and Anaida couldn’t help but want to join in. Hmm maybe some other day. Every now and then she’d have to side step or move a bit to keep from getting hit by anything. For the most part Anaida enjoyed watching her mages dual with one another, each one showing what they had learned from their last mistakes.

Anaida did worry, if just a little, once Seto’s ShadowMake: Fenrir took hold on Hannah’s shoulders. A prideful smile overcame that worry the moment she saw Hannah fight back and took a few steps back from their dual the moment she saw two of her strongest mages getting ready to collide. The moment they connected, waves of magic erupted from where they stood pushing back anything that wasn’t grounded to the floor. Which included those who were foolish enough to get close to Seto and Hannah’s dual. As the shcockwave hit her, Anaida bent low bringing up her arms to shield her face. Unlike some of the other members Anaida didn’t get pushed back but stood in the same place. Straightening up, a mix between a scowl and a prideful smile settled on her face as if she didn’t know whether to be angry at them having nearly destroyed the area around them or to be full of a mothers pride when she sees her kids grow up.

Walking up to Seto and Hannah with her hands on her hips she beckoned behind her towards the Guild. “Although Shin has a point, for now I suggest you two, especially you Hannah, to go to the infirmary. I have something important to tell all of you and I need everyone’s help in this matter.” Not bothering to wait for their replies, she took them by the shoulders, being careful with Hannah’s wounds, and shoved them in the direction of the infirmary. Anaida walked back into the Guild’s hall then went to the second level. Standing by the corner of the stairway that would lead her to the balcony that opened up towards the hall, Anaida wondered how her Guild would take this news. Taking a deep breathe, Anaida stepped out from the shadows and walked to the middle of the balcony.

Leaning her elbows alongside the rails, Anaida watched her Guild with what could only be a mother’s expression of pride. That expression soon changed itself to a more serious look and she cleared her throat loudly. “Attention Fairy Tail!!” her voice boomed across the hall making some jump unexpectedly. Glad to have their attention she continued, keeping her voice loud.

“We have received a request from a small town by the name of Annandale. This request will be asking us to risk our lives for strangers and to possibly fight strong opponents, but I have confidence that as mages of Fairy Tail you will be able to confront your opponents. Now to the task we have been given, we Fairy Tail have been asked to deal with a guild by the name of Nightmare Hearts. They are a dark guild and have been terrorizing the town of Annandale. We have been given little information on the key members of this guild due to only the small fry going out into town. I need you lot to get into your teams and we will head out as soon as possible.” With that Anaida stepped back and let the information sink in.

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Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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Hannah


“Yes. Let's.” Hannah threw a friendly arm around Seto, the both of them could use a breather. Hannah nodded towards Shin, acknowledging his advice. It wasn't the first time she'd been told by the older mage and Hannah knew what his critique was directed at. While Hannah had practiced silent casting throughout most of the match, she had slipped up during her last move. Old habits died hard, and magic was simply easier to cast using vocal commands.

Hannah and Seto were pressed to the infirmary by their guild master. Although the shadow-make mage had bandaged the worst of her wounds, he was no healer. The nurses of the infirmary would take care of the two and Hannah and Seto's duels were infamous amongst them. They just needed a glimpse of their faces before they rolled out the ice-packs and disinfectants. As Hannah sat down with an ice-pack pressed against her cheek, gritting her teeth as a nurse took care of her wounds, she heard Anaida's booming voice come from the guild hall; announcing a new mission.

“There's a good mission after all today.” Hannah grinned at Seto, a spark twinkled in her eyes at the mention of dangerous opponents. When the nurse was done with her shoulders, Hannah stood up and put her leg up the infirmary's desk to stretch her muscles in the middle of the room (to the dislike, but no longer shock of the nurses.) “At least now we are warmed up for Nightmare Hearts.” She said, despite that their intense sparring match had put both of them out of their optimal fighting condition. Still, Hannah put her leg down and enthusiastically punched in the palm of her opposite hand. “We will show them the power of Fairy Tail!”

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Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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Virgil floated easily to the ground once more from his elevated position atop the roof of the guild, his selected vantage point for the brawl between Seto and Hannah, hovering for a brief second before letting his rune wings dissipate and dropping to the ground. Dissipate was a curious word to describe the process as he had explained it on previous occasions as the wings seemed to shatter like lavender glass into a thousand fragments before actually fading from sight. His musings about his own techniques aside, the wings had carried him to the top of a nearby roof to spectate on the S-Class sparring match. Close enough to analyze each detail, but far enough to keep the sand and debris from impeding his vision every five seconds as the two seemed to kick up enough of the stuff.

While most onlookers were quite pleased with the bout, Virgil's lips features ruffled into a ponderous frown as he compiled the information that had just played out in front of him. He was aware that every fight was solely based off the two combatants and the tactics used would be dependent off that fact, yet he had the sinking feeling that he would come up far short in talent and strategy if faced with the power the two mages before him had displayed. Shin's words only brought the feeling to a head once more at the advice he offered. 'Casting without speaking...?' His mouth opened to say his rebuttal to the opinion, but closed without doing so. Virgil's magic held considerable power when used in conjunction of both written and spoken word, but Shin knew his stuff and was more than likely referring to wizards apart from Virgil.

Shaking the thoughts off, Virgil followed the others as they assembled into the guild hall, cataloging the instances for later deciphering when he had more time. Positioning himself toward the back, Virgil leaned his shoulder against the wall as he turned his head in the direction of Anaida as she explained the situation, studying his guild mates from behind his mask. It was quite the inopportune time, a dangerous mission while two of their strongest members had depleted a large amount of magic trying to tear each other in half. Crunching the numbers and assessing the guild's current strength, he had no doubt that they would put up a strong front, no matter what was thrown their way. Yet there was one variable that still needed to be addressed.

Leaving his safe corner of obscurity, Virgil made his way to Seto and Hannah through the adoring crowd of onlookers and fan boys to take up a position behind Seto, still watching and assessing the rest of the guild. "Good fight, seems you two have gotten everyone quite fired up for the coming mission." And it was true, after the display outside, Virgil was even a bit ready to jump into the fray, but retained his calm demeanor as best he could. It was much simpler when his voice dropped and his tone took on a more serious note with his next words. "You threw quite a bit into that fight. How much magic do you have left?"

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Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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Seto Takahashi

Before Seto could protest to Shinzaemon that casting creation magic spells without their incantations resulted in unstable products, he found himself being pushed off to the infirmary by the guildmaster. He didn't consider his injuries particularly serious, but he knew better than to argue with Anaida. He crouched down slightly so that Hannah could lean on him for support more easily and hobbled off to the infirmary.

The nurses rolled their eyes the moment they saw Seto and Hannah and scurried off to fetch bandages and other medical supplies. The blood soaked binding that Seto had used to stem the bleeding from Hannah's talons was replaced with a fresh, clean bandage after the wound had been sprayed with disinfectant. Surprisingly, that was the only serious wound Seto had received, everything else was just small, shallow cuts and bruises.

Despite not being in the guild hall, Seto could still hear the guildmaster's booming voice with no difficulty. He smiled at the mention of taking out a dark guild; as a former dark wizard he knew exactly what made them tick and how to take them out. Hannah's reaction was even more enthusiastic, and Seto couldn't help but have some of her enthusiasm rub off on him. However, what he was not so enthusiastic about was the idea of getting into teams. Seto had always worked alone, and had no desire to change that. Other people were just extra burdens, and more often than not couldn't keep up with him. If he were to team up with anyone it would probably be other S-Class wizards, but even then there would be problems. Hannah was completely incapable of subtlety, Jonathon had fantastical ideas of chivalry wedged into his head, and Elizabeth... Seto couldn't think of a reason not to team up with Elizabeth; perhaps he'd ask to join her if he couldn't slip off on his own without being noticed.

Seto turned when he heard Virgil's voice and smiled slightly at Virgil's first comment, a smile that only grew wider when Virgil expressed concern for him and Hannah.
"I've still got a fair bit left." Seto replied, releasing a few sparks of dark energy from his hands to prove his point, "I'll be back to normal in a couple of hours as long as I have something to eat. I wouldn't be able to call myself an S-Class wizard if one friendly scrap put me out of action."

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Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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Elizabeth Valdine



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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Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Roxie Albernet


Turning back to her music sheets, Roxie continued her work and eventually started to nibble on her pen. A scowl wore itself on her face as it seemed she had trouble coming up with inspiration. The smell of good food filled her nostrals, sniffing the air a bit Roxie didn't look up until someone offered her food. Raising her pale eyes to meet those of a peer, a grin crossed her face at the site of food., but then a scowl replaced it seeing that it was Julius who offered it to her. Despite her obvious displeasure in having Julius offer it to her, she took the bowl of food anyway. "What's up with you and always trying to feed people?" Setting the bowl aside Roxie returned back to her work.

However as it seemed she wasn't about to get any more inspiration just yet. Already she could hear the mumurs amongst the guildmates, of a dual. Curiosity finally getting the better of her she slid of the benchside and walked outside. Sadly due to her small stature Roxie had trouble getting past the throngs of people, so when she finally did the dual was just about over. Getting past everyone to be in the front involved a lot of kicking and hissing curses, which wasn't all that unusual coming from her. Pracically fall to the ground once she met no resistance, Roxie stared in awe as Seto and Hannah fought. "Awesome . . . " whispering quietly to herself. Realizing she had said it outloud she glanced around hoping to be inconspicious in hopes that no one had heard her.

Moving her eyes back to the dual taking place before her, Roxie noticed their guildmaster stood very close to the dual. I guess Anaida doesn't give a crap if something hits her. She'll probably just deflect it or something. A smirk found itself settling on her lips, as she took on a more defiant stance. After a while of hearing them shout their magics followed by the wanted result, Roxie started to get bored. Until suddenly, a large blast of magic energy radiated from the two and she was practically thrown of her feet. Landing on her butt a look of shock on her face, some of the guild who noticed this laughed only to get glared at by Roxie. A blush began to color her checks and her freckles stood out even more so than before. Getting up Roxie dusted herself down of any dirt and stayed only for a little while longer to watch the rest of the dual.

Walking inside Roxie headed back to her seat so she could work on her music again. And for a while there was peace and quiet but then Anaida's voice boomed across the hall. Startled by the sudden loudness of it, Roxie listened to Anaida's announcement. After the announcement Roxie went in search of one the few mages she genuinly enjoyed being around. Looking for a mop of messy hair and upon finding it Roxie walked with a bounce in her walk over towards him. Raising her arm out, Roxie punched Damia on the arm a fierce grin plastered on her face. "So you wanna team up with me Dami?" Calling her friend by the most recent nickname she had given him this year. Lacing her fingers behind her head, she looked up at Damia expectently.

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Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen

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Johnathon Allen


John sat on his stool and listened to Anaida’s lecture. It made him feel good to get some kind of advice. However, her words weren’t going to help the nightmares go away. John pondered the words as Anaida walked away from him. “It’s not a matter of you just forgetting about it and forgiving yourself. There’s more to it than that.” He wondered what exactly she meant by that, sure there was more to it than forgiving himself. He wanted to be forgiven by everyone he had hurt, but it wasn’t as simple as saying sorry. A feeling of sadness washed over John for a few moments as he just sat there with his head down. When he picked his head up he saw everyone being rowdy and heading toward the door. He shook of the sadness and then decided he would see what everyone was looking at outside. As he made his way to the door he got the feeling that he needed to meditate; it was something he hadn’t done in several years. He believed it would help him clear his mind and relax a little. He decided to make that his goal for later in the day.

When he reached the door he saw that Hannah and Seto were sparing. Watching the two of them battle reminded him of the time he fought against Hannah. The thought of it brought a smile to his face, he then realized he was drifting off and needed to refocus on the fight in front of him. But after he escaped his short daydream the fight was already over. He let out a small sigh and walked back into the guild hall and sat back down at the bar. He ordered a drink and sucked it down leaving only a few drops left in the cup. He watched as the crowd reentered the guild hall, he turned himself around and ordered another drink. It wasn’t until he heard Anaida’s booming voice that he turned around in his stool to see what was going on. She talked about a mission for getting rid of a dark guild and John could do nothing but smile. He needed a good fight; it had been a long time since he fought an enemy that allowed him to use his full potential. He knew that this dark guild would have some S-class wizards so he would get the fight he wanted. The idea of being on a team didn’t bother John very much, but he didn’t know who would be a good teammate.

His eyes scanned the room looking for possible teammates. It was then that he noticed Shin, the man was an experienced combatant and knew his way around a fight. Sure, he was getting up in age and wasn’t the same S-class wizard John knew when he first joined the guild, but he would make an interesting teammate. John got up off his stool and made his way toward Shin, he placed his hand on Shin’s shoulder. “Hey Shin, I was wondering if you wanted to team up for this mission. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in action so this should be fun.”

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Sera Character Portrait: Aina Chinatsu Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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Sera
⌈“My role in all of this is very simple. I am a protector, I was since the day I was born, and I will be until the day I die.” ⌋




Sera had slipped away after letting the guildmaster know how her mission went. She was honestly trying to avoid some of the more rowdy guild members and perhaps catch a nice nap somewhere. So she went to the infirmary. Sera took a quick shower there, trying to wash off the some of dirt and grime that tends to stick to you when you travel for a long period of time.

After her shower she changed into a pair of clean yet plain white pants and a light blue shirt that was a little too baggy for her. She was in the middle of applying some of the gentler medicines to the bruise on the left side of her face when a firm voice laced with authority cut through the air.

“Attention Fairy Tail!!”

Sera turned quickly and fled from the medicine room, with purpose she strode into the main bar, where everyone was gathering. Her wet hair left a trail of droplets in her wake.

“We have received a request from a small town by the name of Annandale.” Silence filled the room. “This request will be asking us to risk our lives for strangers and to possibly fight strong opponents, but I have confidence that as mages of Fairy Tail you will be able to confront your opponents.” Sera leaned back against the wall. It seemed she wouldn't be getting that nap anytime soon.

“Now to the task we have been given, we Fairy Tail have been asked to deal with a guild by the name of Nightmare Hearts.” Why did that sound familiar?

“They are a dark guild and have been terrorizing the town of Annandale.” Ah yes, they were in her bingo book. “We have been given little information on the key members of this guild due to only the small fry going out into town.” Sera opened her eyes and searched the faces of her comrades, seeing mixed emotions, some of them might need a push at the right time.

“I need you lot to get into your teams and we will head out as soon as possible.” Sera grimaced at the grim silence that soon filled with anxious chatter. Of course not everyone in the guild would be going to aid the town, no only the most skilled would be sent.

She let out a small sigh, and pushed away from the wall she had been leaning on. In a mere second the red head disappeared back into the infirmary, and a minute later reappeared in the main room, now wearing her normal get-up, which consisted of the plain white connected shorts and shirt, and her white fabric shoes.

"Help is on the way." She hummed under her breath, steam lightly raising off her her body as she dried her hair. Despite her faceaid, it bothered her when dark guilds took to bothering such peace full towns. It wasn't fair, and it needed to be put to a stop. One way or another.





Aina Chinatsu

⌈ “It was easier to be brave when someone needed your protection.”⌋




Aina sat silently and listened to Baa-Chans speech, and then she listened to all of the chatter in the room afterwards. Her faceade was failing and her mind was whirrling. It had been a long time since Baa-Chan had orginized such a large mission. They might as well be declaring war on this dark guild. Aina knew one thing for sure.

They would put down that guild like the dogs they were.

"So you wanna team up with me Dami?" Aina heard Roxie say to Damia. The small girl let loose a large squeal of complete glee, spun around, and threw her arms around Roxie. "Dai-Pyon and Roxie-Neesan!! We could all work together! " The small girl grinned in such a happy way that it would be hard to deny her child like face.

The girl hopped down from her seat and released Roxie so she could turn towards Damia, a pout taking up her full lips and her puppy dog eyes coming into play. "Pretty please, Dai-Pyon?" The pinkett cooed and batted her eyelashes, fake but surprisingly real small tears escaping from her large pink, smoldering eyes. Aina turned towards Roxie, her bottom lip trembling slightly. Other than Baa-Chan and Sera, Roxie and Damia had to be her two most favorite people, and she often claimed they were her favorites in the whole wide world.

"Pleaseeee~!?" The small girl swooned, practically ready to fall to her knees and beg.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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#, as written by Byte
Aaron Luminare



“Aaron!”

With hampered movements by the inevitable fear that came with that familiar voice nonchalantly shouting his name across the guild hall, Aaron stammered a muffled “Hi” followed by a sour, forced smile as his living nightmare approached him with a confidence that only Hannah could.

It was that time of the week again, was it? Oh God... was all the man could think as the S-class mage gently squeezed his bicep. The clunky noises of the cart dragged behind Hannah only made Aaron's fear of the inevitable worse.

“A-a surprise, you say? What could that be, I wonder.” Aaron retorted reluctantly, sneaking a glance at the torture tools inside the carriage.

A gulp. How was he going to pass on this training exercise? Fake injury? Run with the winds? A pleading look shot towards Damia, though the younger mage was caught up in the same predicament. If there was a God above, Aaron would be most grateful for some manner of intervening.

“Hey, Hannah,”

Yeeeesssss!!!

I'm in your debt, Seto. Aaron subtly nodded at the man, sighing with relief as he guided Hannah away from two potential victims of said woman's training. “Saved by the bell, we were.” The Godslayer commented as he watched the two S-class mages leave for their usual spar.

Oddly enough, Damia did not share Aaron's gladness for this. “Don't tell me you are actually going to follow through.” He commented, his brow arching up in surprise.

“So I guess I should ask you. Aaron, how about we spar?” Damia looked at him with a confident, smug smile.

“You're daft! Of course I'm not up for something like that!” Apart from it being pointless and more damaging than helpful in Aaron's eyes, he never was one to... fight for the fun of it. To willingly injure yourself in a friendly match was just dumb.

“Maybe next time, okay? First I'd like to see you uphold that promise you just made.” Aaron flashed his friend a smile, before turning away to savour the rare and precious calm that had fallen on Fairy Tail.

“Attention Fairy Tail!!”

Aaron shot up, his ears perked when they caught the commanding voice of Fairy Tail's guild master. The Godslayer made sure to always listen in when Anaida was speaking, as it was always of considerable importance when she did.

Nightmare Hearts.

Aaron shook his head at the level of generic that name had. They were better off naming themselves “Scary People.” and that somehow would have gotten at least a laugh out of him. As it stood, however, they were chosen to round these suckers up and give them a good beating while they're at it.

“Always us.” Aaron noted, letting the information sink in before approaching the guild master after she had done her thing.

“I have a couple of questions, Anaida.” The man began rather casually, disregarding the woman's title as he always did. “The information on these miscreants, I'd like to have it. Unless you'd rather form a coherent plan of attack yourself.” Aaron gently pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, eyeing his superior, briefly, before continuing. “Also, I regard my chances of survival extremely low without the strength of the Guild Master at my side. I'd like us to join forces for this particular... problem, if you will indulge me.” The man allowed a chuckle to leave him, though he couldn't be more serious about his request to actually from a team with Anaida.

In the past, he was quick to learn that aligning yourself with the most powerful pawn on the board was a guaranteed way to success.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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#, as written by Kestrel
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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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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?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Johnathon Allen

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When Anaida was giving her announcement, Shin made his way into a seat to sit down. There was no reason to keep using magic, and given the proximity of Elizabeth, Seto and Hannah nearby it wasn't exactly like he was alone either. He let the three evaluate themselves, after all his role regardless of groupings would pretty much be negligible unless things got life threateningly serious. He had more than one little chuckle in regards to the talented young mage's conversation, especially when Elizabeth commented about punting team mates off a cliff to get to a good fight. It was something he was guilty of doing in a rather literal fashion around their age.

John's hand and question had actually caught him somewhat by surprise. In truth he'd expected either all the S-Class magic users to either go their own way or form something of a power team. To that result, he ended up pausing for a while before providing his answer. The abundant noise in the guild, particularly the words of the other S-Class mages helped him provide a proper answer.

"I'll gladly work with you, provided you don't mind taking things a bit easier...the legs aren't what they used to be." Shin threw a wide grin as he made his proclamation.

" Besides a strong, young man such as yourself would make keeping the younger ones safe much easier should Nightmare Heart prove stronger than expected."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Zane Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Aina Chinatsu Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

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#, as written by Damioa
Damia couldn't help but feel a little relieved that Aaron didn't want to spar. He was probably even secretly counting on it. Though it seemed the man misinterpreted the promise he had made. He couldn't help but to think how he was supposed to unlock the souls inside the crystals without using them. Though, it didn't take long before a loud sound echoed through the guild hall, making him go back inside. He saw that there were a few items misplaced and the exercise crazy woman, along with Seto, had been scuffed up a little. At that moment he was pretty let down that he missed the fight. It seemed every time there was a dual between the S classes he was either on a mission, cleaning, or dragged off by Hannah right before to train. Taking note of this thought, he decided to come up with a plan later to avoid being dragged off.

“Attention Fairy Tail!!”

The sound that silenced the room was none other than Anaida. Damia knew that if she was calling the ears and eyes of the guild then there was something really important about to said. Usually when this happens, instead of spending a relaxing day doing nothing, the young man has to spend a majority of his day and sometimes the week doing something. He sighed as he heard her call out the request to face a guild called the Nightmare Hearts. He seriously never even heard of them. Though, when you don't read the papers it's kind of hard to know allot about what goes on in the outside world.

Immediately people started forming teams left and right. He had his dream team already planned out. He'd be with Aaron the God Slayer, Zane the Dragon Slayer, and Julius the Kick all types of butt Slayer. Though, as soon as he thought of his team, he was rejected, seeing Aaron already trying to team up with Anaida. Looking around the room he also couldn't find Zane and before he could look for Julius, a familiar voice called out for him.

"So you wanna team up with me Dami?" Roxie asked looking as innocent as she ever was. Though, Damia knew different, he still couldn't say no to her.

That counts especially for Aina, who had showed up right after roxie saying, "Dai-Pyon and Roxie-Neesan!! We could all work together! " It was hard enough to be given such a nickname from someone as cute as she was, but with Roxie as her combo, Damia almost crumbled. The power of the words and cute faces struck harder with the girls puppy dog eyes and then the almost begging like manerism made him fall to his knees. "Oh no. I cant....Resist...The cuteness." He groaned as the power went deep into his very being. "Alright. You got me. I'd love to partner up with you gals." He raised his head smiling. It always amazed him how a girl two years younger than him had that type of power over him. Damia came to the conclusion that he'd need backup when dealing with these two girls. Not only that, but he was also doubting that if something were to happen he probably wouldn't be able to save them both. Turning his head towards the bar, he saw his friend, once again and smiled.

Well, I will be in need of some food later on.

"Come on girls, let's ask Julius if he wants to join us as well," he said, walking over to the bar. "Hey Julius, you want to team up with me, Aina, and Roxie?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine

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#, as written by Flexar
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?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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Anaida Quincy



A soft smile settled on her facing seeing some of her mages perk up at the sound of a new challenge. “Some of them never change,” shaking her head she went back down below, hands clasped behind her as she watched her mages form their teams. Heading back to the bar she sat down to calm herself a bit and even ordered a drink. Taking a swig of her beer she saw out of the corner of her eye, Aaron, who approached her. Hm this doesn’t look good. she thought to herself with a slight frown.

“I have a couple of questions, Anaida" Looking out at him from the corner of her eye, “Course you do.” she said sarcastically. “The information on these miscreants, I'd like to have it. Unless you'd rather form a coherent plan of attack yourself.” Bringing the mug back to her lips ready to tip it into her mouth she paused, lowering her mug so that it rested on the bar. She gave him a raised brow before snorting at him pushing his glasses up to their rightful spot. ‘Information you say.” All the while she was teasing Aaron although he probably just thought she was being difficult. It seemed he wasn’t about to let her answer just yet so she returned to drinking what was left of her beer. “Also, I regard my chances of survival extremely low without the strength of the Guild Master at my side. I'd like us to join forces for this particular... problem, if you will indulge me.”


At hearing that, Anaida couldn’t help but choke on her beer. Coughing a couple times she wiped the corners of her mouth and looked at him. Even with the chuckle it was obvious how serious the young man was. Seeing this a look of acceptance settled on her face and she sat up straighter. “I-“ before she even managed to finish her sentence, Hannah burst into the conversation. “You are making a team?” Scowling at the younger woman Anaida questioned her words, “Surprise, surprise, but no I don’t need you two following after me. Although I have confidence in your magical abilities, what I’m aiming at isn’t something to bring kids along.” Motioning towards them it seemed Hannah didn’t hear, “I will join you.” Anaida stared at her, rubbing the bridge of her nose as an oncoming headache emerged. Sighing, she drew away from Hannah’s arm.


“Didn’t I just say no?” It didn’t look like Hannah was taking a no for an answer. “Together, we will let Nightmare Hearts taste the power of Fairy Tail.” Rolling her eyes, Anaida couldn’t help but smile at Hannah’s eagerness so with much effort she spoke. “Ugh fine, I’ll let you two tag along but don’t slow me down.”Her words weren’t directed to anyone in particular as for the time being her attention was elsewhere. Dark eyes shifted across the Guild hall taking account of how many had formed teams and how many have yet to do so. We’ll need to hurry it up.

Realizing she hadn’t answered Aaron’s question yet she shifted in her seat to face him. “Sad to say but there isn’t much information them individually. From what the request said no one has been able to leave or enter the town since they arrived. That and the entire mayor’s staff and guard were knocked out by a single mage, so I guess we’ll have to watch out for them. I’ll tell you more later. “

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Miyuu Minato Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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~At the final sounds of what seemed to be a duel, Miyuu quickly came back to life as fast as she had gone back to sleep. In front of her sat the now cold cup of coffee she ordered earlier that morning. Though she was a bit tired, she rose towards the wash closet to clean up her disheveled face from her collapsing on the bar for multiple hours. Looking into the mirror, a good bit of hair of hers was over her face and quite honestly completely out of place of where she had it this morning, her cheeks were red from resting them on her arms, and she had saliva on her face since her mouth was almost propped open from her face moving down into her arms. Whisking her hand through her hair real quick, solved most of the problems concerning her hair, the rest was fine with her. Next came her mouth and throat, which were both dry. To alleviate that, she had stuck her head under the water, taking a few sips before rinsing her face. Her red cheeks and dead asleep arms would just have to wait.

~After all that, Miyuu exited the wash closet with a stone cold face. She moved towards someone she mildly knew, and spoke to Damia, with a cold manner, "Damia. What did I miss while I was asleep?" she asked without any hesitation. Though the coffee was cold, she still drank it, best not to let things she asked for go to waste. At least she'll know what had happened from the best source for information in the guild, since most likely she is giving the information to the rest of the guild. Though something eerie hit her, she recalled the dream she had while napping on the bar, an actually nice dream for what she usually had, it was mostly here with all the colourful faces she has met. Maybe she didn't hate everyone here...

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Julius Knoven Character Portrait: Aina Chinatsu Character Portrait: Damia Towa Dantz

Earnings

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Roxie Albernet



Before Damia had the chance of responding to her questioning, a loud squeal of excitement rang through the air. Cringing at the sound, she did her best to pull away from Aina’s arms. “Hey let go of me.” she growled at her friend. Dai-Pyon and Roxie-Neesan!! We could all work together” Finally being able to pull away, Roxie rolled her eyes giving Damia a look that said [i]Really?[/color] Sighing, Roxie scowled at Aina but was happy the girl finally released her.


Pleaseeee~!?" Surprised at the look she was giving Damia, Roxie couldn’t help but snicker at Damia’s performance. Roxie didn’t mind too much if Aina came along, she was of the same rank as her but Roxie considered Aina to be the strongest of the two. [color="Alright. You got me. I'd love to partner up with you gals.[/color] the fact that the older boy actually gave into Aina’s puppy look made her glare at her friend. “What! You retard! How can you say yes so easily!?” A slight look of embarrassment flashed across her face before changing to one of annoyance. Standing over him, Roxie had the urge to kick Damia but she knew that might make him change his mind.


“Ah forget it; we really need to fix that about you Dami. Realizing what she said, Roxie crossed her arms across her chest and looked away, “Not that I care really.” she said quietly. Following after Damia they got to the bar for what she thought was food but it turned out Damia wanted Julius to join them. Pulling at his arm she glared up at her taller friend, "Why do we need so many people Dami!? It’ll ruin all the fun.” she whispered fiercely.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy

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#, as written by Byte
Aaron Luminare



Difficult as always... Aaron thought casually, merely nodding and shrugging as Anaida metaphorically tore her way out of the man's questions and prods for information with sarcastic retorts and frowns.

“I can see-” He was about to respond with dismissal of his previous offer, only to notice that a certain S-class mage had caught wind of their conversation. Although he'd normally react with slight fear and nervosity, in regards to the task at hand it came as an opportunity.

“Hannah.” Aaron greeted, only nodding yes when the young woman inquired if he and Anaida were forming up a team. Contrary to popular believe, Aaron never really feared Hannah. He respected her, and that she was willingly adding her name to potential roster of team “badass” was welcomed with open arms.

Aaron couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth perk up in a content smile, though that may just have been Hannah's contagious eagerness to show the power of Fairy Tail. His smarts, Hannah's... tenacity and Anaida's immense power would make a deadly combination that was likely to overthrow this supposed Nightmare Hearts.

They only needed...

“Well?” Aaron asked with certainty, thought still unsure if the guild master would even want to join them. She did, albeit with great reluctance.

“Kid, huh? I'm hardly the mage I was ten years ago, you should know that.” Aaron retorted with a hint of hostility. He felt Anaida should never underestimate any of her mages, more so with himself and Hannah. They weren't children wanting to play at war. Not anymore.

“We'll go show these pathetic excuses for mages what a Fairy Tail mage can do. Won't we, Hannah?” Them godslayer gave her a quick look before turning to Anaida.

“That's fine. I was hoping to give each team an individual target befitting their strengths and weaknesses, but I guess we'll just have to take them as they come.” The man sighed.

“I'm not too worried, though.” He was confident in everyone's ability, even the small-fries.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roxie Albernet Character Portrait: Virgil Noir Character Portrait: Shinzaemon Yamamoto Character Portrait: Miyuu Minato Character Portrait: Hannah Character Portrait: Seto Takahashi Character Portrait: Aaron Luminare Character Portrait: Oliver L. Eisenhauer Character Portrait: Anaida Quincy Character Portrait: Elizabeth Valdine Character Portrait: Kisara Magetsu

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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”