"Bully, meet Dragon. Dragon, meet bully. . ." (Private Job)

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Furion was a bit less than entertained with the thought of joining a guild, under legal pretenses. However, in this world he needed to make money rather than just living off the land and going or relying on nature for anything he needed. Still, his fate was sealed the moment he took the Job scroll off the large pin-board where jobs were listed and went his way to magnolia on foot. The scene was set as such, there was a small child, and a significantly larger person holding said child upside-down, playing 'satchel-back keep away'. Furion's antlers and green hair set him apart from all others, however he needed to look normal, or at least the 'Fairy Tail Wizard' definition of normal. He needed to look human. So, he did what any shapeshifter did, he changed his shape to a rather large humanoid with long brown hair and a large Fairy Tail tattoo placed on his right shoulder . . .

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It was a rather sunny day and as usual, Jefferfawn was holding a kid down and leaving bruise marks over the child, on the sidewalk which was clearly dirty from all of the nose blood that had been sat there from days before. Sure was A-LOT of brain damage. But this would draw the attention of someone who would not take kindly to those bashing the smaller creatures in Magnolia down. Yes, that would be Furion, and the ONLY type of small creature that was to be bashed around, would be gnomes and their tree stealing ways. "Why you hitting yourself? Why you hitting yourself? Haha!" This stupid named bully, Jefferfawn, was using who was being bullied as a self-puncher.

This would draw Furion out of his 'hiding spot', "SO . . . You're the bully the contract was talking about?" From the alley Furion stepped, standing quite tall over group. Well, he's pissed.

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Furion would state boldly, he stood at approximately 6'4", utilizing his shapeshifting powers to make himself appear as human as possible within the confines of his clothes without them breaking. Furion's physical body was otherwise extremely athletic, the type of build one would see on a gallant hero about to make his way into battle, although Furion lacked any shirt or attire on his upper body aside from a green scarf, a headwrap around his arm and around his forehead. Around his waist was a simple belt where on the sides of his waist were two large stones hanging on, keeping the leather straps in place with a set of four metal hoops. His pants were a simple green color that had no apparent pockets. Because of Furion's attire he was a little less than intimidating aside form height and his extremely long hair.

Furion would wait for the bully to notice him.

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"Give me your bag!" A struggle was going on, Furion would watch for a moment assessing the situation. The bully Jefferfawn took the bag from the small boy leading for him to say "Give that back!" Leading to an insult "You little twerp . . ." "Leave me alone!" Furion was obviously waiting to see if the child being bullied could handle himself, leading Furion to step in "Hey! Thats enough. Leave him alone." Furion would take a few steps forward making himself appear as the dominant creature here, he obviously wasn't entertained with them. Nor was he going to tolerate their actions. The bully would turn and state in an aggressive tone clearly unaware of the danger he was in, "Why dont you mind your own business?" Furion blinked after that display, how old was this kid? 14? . . . Furion would glare, his focus waning and his eyes regaining the green draconic look.

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"What?" "Get outta here creeper." "Uh, how about a little respect for your elders?" Furion's expression was easily labeled as someone 'questioning' the annoying bully's authority. "Yeah, what are you going to do? Hit me? Do that and my dad will own your ass." If that wasn't crossing the line, nothing would. Furion was royalty at some point, king of the forest and all of its trees, and this was the respect he was getting? In a display of power Furion would take a deep breath in, taking in all of the scents of the surrounding. This left a grin on Furion's face when he found an interesting scent "Okay which one of you wets your bed? . . . . Its YOU isn't it?" Furion smiled pointing at the bully, to which would respond a flushed with anger face.

As best the bully could defend or retort, a foolish lie was placed. An unbelievable one at that. ""I-I dont wet my bed..." "Uh, yeah you do. You reek of it... And what are you, 14? Seriously kid? At age 14? I bet you wake up every morning at the crack of dawn scrubbing your sheets until the sun comes up. But you cant just wash it all away... Can you?" Furion was easily one of the best to make mind games like this. "Just an F.Y.I, lying about your father doing anything is like telling a Fairy Tail Wizard he'll be beaten by a man suffering from a magic dust addiction. OH, wait, you did."

The bully was running off by now, frightened by the 6'4" Fairy Tail wizard's bluffs. Furion would take his leave after helping the bullied bruised child up and handing a Fairy Tail guild card to him.

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