Oh! You found a dragon!

Verona walked down the stoned street of Hargeon with one particular place in mind. The guild of Lamia Scale. She had a map of the town placed in front of her face while she dragged a red colored trolley bag behind her. Her long pinkish red hair flew with the wind of the port town just as her clothes did. She wore a white shirt with a black vest on top of it. Black jeans and boots were added to the outfit along with a black choker around her neck. To complete the look, her hair was up in a ponytail with a black band holding it together. Something about her screamed dignified as the aura around her seemed rather too calm. And on the scale of common sense, the arrow was pointing dangerously towards trouble.

Eyes followed her every step and heads turned as she walked by. Her appearance from the tip of her hair and down to the end of her toes had an unexplainable charm for everyone that walked by her or were standing around minding their own business had put down whatever they were doing to glance at the 5’6 tall lady with their mouths open. Unnoticed by Verona, one boy cycling past her had crashed into a lamp post in his attempt to keep cycling while staring at her. Nobody went to help him as they were again too busy looking at the girl passing by.

Finally putting the map away, Verona glanced around the area before taking a sharp right, nearly bumping into someone but managing to avoid it as the guy leaped to the left with a startled cry. She paid no attention to it as she had her eyes fixed on something already. The white guild made of marble reflected in her pink eyes as she made her way towards it. Her eyes were forcibly averted from the huge building as someone grabbed her right hand and turned her around. It must have been her doll like appearance. But, people somehow got the idea that she was rather easy to pick up.

“You look really fine, young lady,” the shady looking character slurred, clearly drunk, giving her a deformed smirk.

And that….flipped a switch….

Few minutes later, Verona had resumed walking towards her destination, a rather “burnt” man lying unconscious behind her as the people who once looked at her with awe were now giving her weird looks. In anime style, a drop shaped sweat on everyone’s head while the chibi Verona walked away with a sigh.

Once she reached the entrance of the guild, Verona looked up, nodding at the size of the building in approval. Hands now crossed in front of her chest, the girl looked around, trying to find someone that can take her into the guild and wondering whether she should burn the entrance down for a grand entrance or just walk in like a normal person. But then again...was she ever normal?

Lost in the winding, long and comprehensive world the to-do list that he wrote, Xavier scribbled down everything he could think of off the top of his head. It wasn't a to-do list for simply today, but things he wanted to do by the end of the year. He seemed to sigh after each note realizing just how big of pockets he would need to take piece of life out of the world. He stuck the pencil behind his ear, and folded everything neatly down, as the list trailed a good four feet behind him, so he could focus on the first thing on the list. He walked out the door, pushing only one of them open due to the massive size of them, and continued forward with this paper in front of his face considering how to tackle this first task.

He was quickly interrupted, and taken by surprise when he barrel straight into someone whom he only caught a glimpse of their long pink hair as he fell to the ground, hardly even moving the stranger. He sat up on the ground wit the list sprawled out on his lap. He pushed his reading glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose as he looked up to see whom he encountered.

Kihia had been sitting down at the bar in the main hall munching on his lunch as the clock had just chimed a hour past noon. Things had been going rather peaceful as of late, and well for the whole of Lamia Scale. Kihia had been busy putting together and planning for a event that was in the works, something that would surely give the members a challenge and a thrill. He sighed, unsure however on how the entire thing would play out, but he was going to do it nonetheless. He took another bite out of his cheeseburger, savoring the unique flavor it held, after he swallowed he took a drink from his glass of tea, not without taking a small bite from the ice in the glass as well. He was still getting use to the concept of eating ice, although it was savorable to some degree it was still off to him.

Kihia’s attention however was quickly drawn to the main doors as he heard someone fall to the ground. He spun around and saw Xavier laying on the ground after seemingly bumping into a pink haired woman who seemed to have been standing outside the door way… What is going on…?

Verona didn’t notice the blonde boy walking towards her way because she was busy looking up at the guild and admiring the towering structure until she felt something light hit her chest. Blinking and patting her chest, she looked down at the area she felt the weight on before her eyes slowly moved towards the small person staring up at her with a long list on his lap. Tilting her head to the side, she blinked twice before dropping whatever she was holding to rudely point a finger at the guy and yell.

“YOU ARE FROM LAMIA SCALE!” She exclaimed, turning more heads to her direction.

The pink haired girl grinned. She charged up to the blonde guy like a missile, grabbing his hands and effortlessly pushing him up to his feet in less than a second. “Wow you were so small I didn’t even notice you!” She started, ignoring the fact that she was running her mouth again and possibly, being rude. “You are so short too and you have a weak presence on top of all that! Are you an elementary kid? Are you a mage? What’s your magic?You’re from lamia scal-blah blah blah…..” she carried on with her incoherent questions and statements at a pace that even the smartest person in Fiore would have a hard time deciphering.

She stopped only when she noticed another bigger presence behind the one that bumped into her. Her eyebrows came together in a frown and she looked up to find a white haired man with his eyes fixed on her and the person she was still oddly holding onto for some reason.

“As expected of Lamia Scale,” she dropped the blonde one’s hands. “I chose a good guild.”

Xavier knew he was... weaker than most mages, but everybody in Lamia Scale was kind enough not to say anything about his stature, and didn't have to worry about defending hmself from verbal attacks or such, but this girl quite literally lifted him off his feet without effort. He was immediately embarrassed, his cheeks burned a crimson color. "I'm not that short..." he said timidly allowing the girl to manhandle him. "I don't go to school... Yeah I'm a mage..." He continued trying to keep up and answer her questions and with each one he felt a little more embarrassed, and after the fith one he couldn't keep up with her anymore as continued to question him before noticing Kihia. When she let him go finally, he shrank away moving back a few few twiddling his thumbs in contemplation of these revelations.

Kihia got up from his seat and started to walk toward the two standing within the large doorway of Lamia Scale. He walked next to Xavier and placed his left hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “Don’t Let Xavier’s appearance fool you… he is actually quite the capable mage… especially when he puts his mind to it…” Kihia then patted Xaviers shoulder once before returning his arm to his side and studied the young woman before him. She had an odd smell… almost like something had burned recently, however, he dismissed it however and spoke up again, hiding the fact he heard what she said from all the way back at the bar, “Welcome to Lamia Scale… I am Kihia Avoa…. Is there anything I might be able to help you with?...” Kihia stood there for a long moment waiting for her response, he couldn’t help but have the feeling something was wrong this situation… however… he couldn’t put his finger on what it was… all he kept smelling was the burnt smell wafting in from outside.

Taraki had been having a lovely snack, plonked at the center of a small, circular marble table loaded with plates of all sizes. Each plate bore the remnants of a dish that had been literally wolfed down. The previous night, the lunar mage had been training hard and was feeling the backlash like a hangover. If it was a hangover that left you tired and ravenous. Setting upon his last meal and contemplating what plethora of meats the larder had in stock, the wizard's senses were bombarded in an instant of a terrible stench.

It was of an intensity matched only by a half-rotten animal - it wasn't actually too different. Both examples bore similarities. A lack of everyday, underlying smells like sweat and past meals. It didn't bode well at all. The smell could be likened to a thousand cremated burgers somebody had pressed against his face. In light of this, the lad dropped his marble fork with a clatter to the table and grasped his nose. Rushing outside, he had to find whatever was causing it - "Hey! What is that godawful stench?!" the young man asked affronted to the crowd gathered by the massive doors.

Now she started to wonder if she had hurt someone’s feelings and looked down at Xavier with her mouth forming a small ‘O’. She started to slowly nod her head like a child when the other mage came out of the guild and reached them.

“Of couurrseee! He is a Lamia Scale mage; a mage of the guild I chose,” she talked as if she owned the guild with such an innocence that made it seem so natural and down to earth altogether. She didn’t notice the other members looking and listening to their exchange while sweating and smiling weirdly at her either. She was only interested on the man behind Xavier who introduced himself as Kihia. Kihia Avoa...haven’t she heard of him before? She wondered, not realizing the fact that she was staring at him like an alien. She hid nothing as her eyes shone with clear fascination towards the ice mage.

What snapped her out was the boy that ran out yelling about some stench in the air. Verona blinked at him twice, finally registered what he was saying and sniffed the air. Indeed, it did smell like something was burning. Her nose twitched as she turned right, left and then finally down on her shirt’s sleeve while trying to catch the stench he was talking about. Wait...was he talking about her? Did he just say she smelled? Verona looked up at the new guy with a dangerous smile as a fireball appeared on her right hand. She was not going to waste any time throwing it at him when she was rudely stopped by a drunken voice from behind.

She turned back and found the guy she had punched on the street before standing together with a few other people, all of them drunk with the exception of a guy with orange hair who was glaring angrily at the pink haired girl who tilted her head to the side in question.

“What?” she asked irritatedly, her voice ringing out with a hint of anger in it.

She gave them little to no time to reply though Before anyone could answer her or do anything, she grabbed the other lamia scale mage that showed up, took him by surprise and attempted to throw him at the drunken men that gathered around outside the guild. “Go die, you weirdos!” her voice boomed.


PS: Play along with this one for the fun of it, Rin. Pwease!

Xavier wasn't really sure how to react when Taraki burst through the doors yelling about an odor that supremely enough Xavier hadn't even noticed until now. And then just as quickly as he appeared he vanished beyond the stairs as with a single motion this lady threw him like a ragdoll down to some people who didn't appear to be in the best of moods.

"Um... Miss, just who are you exactly?" He said making sure he still kept his distance.

She honestly didn't look like she belonged in a guild, but according to her, neither did he, so who was he to speak.