Destinies Entwined

It had finally come.

Eliot Malpirg’s eyes snapped open with glee, a grin breaking across his face at the same time. His left arm swept up from under the covers, sending the thin sheets sprawling over the end of his bed as he leapt to his feet, posing heroically by its side. “Today is the day!” He exclaimed, his unbrushed hair sticking out at all angles. His foot moved forward, ready to take the first step into his exciting new adventure…

When it landed on his sock from last night. The surprising feeling of the cotton was no ease to Eliot as it pulled him off balance and sent him spinning in the air. His screams of surprise were only silenced when his face smashed into the wooden floor with a loud and rumbling thud.

“Yay for me…” He mumbled incoherently into the floor as his leg twitched.

The door swung open and there were his foster parents, Alan and Marie, staring down at the half-naked teen flat on his face. His mother gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. “Eliot! What are you doing on the floor?”

A short moment of silence passed before he was able to bring his metallic right arm up, giving her the thumbs up. “Just…hanging out, mom.” He continued to mumble into the ground.

“Well c’mon, kiddo. Get yourself dressed and down for breakfast. This is your big day!” His father said with a bemused grin. He patted his wife on the shoulder and they both moved out of the door, closing it behind them.

Eliot lay on the floor a bit longer before he grumbled once more. “I’m fine by the way.”

A short while later the boy was dressed and planted himself firmly in his seat, eagerly picking up his fork as he eyed the food spread before him. He stabbed into the pancakes, the heated ovals swallowing up his utensil much he would be swallowing them soon. Six pies landed on his plate as he freed his fork to grab at other pieces of food; eggs, bacon and sausage. Soon his plate was a memory, buried deep beneath a pile of differentiating morning foods. Eliot grabbed the syrup and poured it down over his meal, his tongue practically hanging from his mouth as he stared at the beautiful mound he had created.

“That’s enough, Eliot. You’ll give yourself a stomach ache if you eat too much of that stuff.” His mother warned him, waving her fork at him.

He simply waved her off and drove his own fork right into the heart of the pile, stabbing a whole pancake, a piece of bacon and a sausage link. He jammed the food into his mouth and munched hard on it, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

“Now son, you remember everything we talked about, right? Routes and places to stay at? And you remember the jewels you saved up right?” His father interviewed him once again. Three times in the last twelve hours!

“Yur dur.” He mumbled through the mixture of food still freely coursing into his mouth.

“I know, you’re upset I keep bringing it up. I…We just want to make sure you’re prepared.” He said, smiling down at his son.

A hard swallow followed by a grin. “I know, dad. But believe me; I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. I’m not about to start forgetting things now.”

His mother sighed softly. “Only fourteen and he thinks he knows everything there is to know.”

Eliot couldn’t help but grin a bit wider. He pushed away from the table and stood up, his plate a clean slate minus the syrup stains. He spun around the chair and pulled his crimson trench coat from its back. He pulled it on one arm at a time and pulled it tight against him.

“Look at you, our little boy all ready for the world.” His mother said, her voice wavering.

“Jeez mom relax. It’s not like I won’t come home.” He said, rolling his eyes playfully. But before he could continue her body was upon him, her loving arms wrapping around his neck and head.

“Please be safe out there, Eliot.” She whispered into his ear.

“I will, I promise.” He whispered back to her, returning her tight hug.

They walked him out, both foster parents on the verge of tears. They watched from the top of the stairs as he walked down the path, pack in hand and adventure-seeking eyes looking ahead. He turned back long enough to wave at them enthusiastically…

Before he tripped on a stone in the dirt and began rolling down the rest of the path.

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Clover Town. It sat upon an island in the middle of the sea-lake, the largest gathering of people in the localized area. Even from a distance it looked like a beautiful testament to human architecture, with its marbled arms encompassing the port and its buildings melding with the surrounding lands. Eliot stood on the docks as people wandered by him, staring up in awe at the sight.

The boat-ride across had been fairly short but terrible nonetheless. The young teen had a tendency to get motion sickness and the rocking of a ship had done its damage upon him. He had crawled off of the vessel and lay upon the docks for nearly half an hour before he was able to summon the strength to get to his feet.

But now he was here. And Blue Pegasus was waiting inside the town, the goal for his journey. Being the only wizard guild within miles of his home, he knew his best chance for becoming a better wizard would be to stay local. With an eager grin he pulled his knapsack tighter and began marching down the wooden planks towards the heart of the city.

Who knew who he'd run into on his way?

WC: 985

Sitting atop one of the buildings in clover was a man who radiated raw magic power. He wasn't exactly focused on remaining hidden or inconspicuous. In truth if anyone saw him they'd probably know who he was. It wasn't like he was an unknown mage. He was in fact the guild master of the guild known as Blue Pegasus, the very guild that Eliot was hoping to join. Even if he wasn't the guild master he was also a wizard saint and only that, but the second god of ishval. That made him, in the magic council's eyes, the second strongest mage in all of Fiore, if not the world. He doubted that was the truth though because he'd met a lot of powerful mages who could hold their own again, and even beat him. In his hands was a guitar that seemed to be constructed entirely out of various shades of light.

"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you" he sung in rather beautiful sounding tones as he played his guitar. It was from a band he'd discovered recently on some old lacrima tapes. It was called King.

The building he was on was an oldies bar. It played a lot of old music and today Zack had volunteered to play, but he didn't do well sitting around in buildings so he was on the roof. It was more his style. He liked to be up high, so high he could sit on the clouds themselves.

The house of Slade’s was eerie as he took one last look at the home he raised himself in. He wasn’t quite sure if he was making the right choice by joining a Guild, but at the same time he knew that it was needed. His goal was to progress far beyond his normal limits and so he figured learning from others was his best option. As he closed the wooden door he wondered who all he’d meet there.

“Hopefully there’ll be a powerful guy there!” he yelled excitedly as if someone was walking with him.

Getting caught into a brawl on his first day would be amazing for the young mage, he felt like that would be the perfect way to know that he’d be comfortable there. People in town weren’t much of a challenge for him anymore so fighting someone who knew more than him would be amazing. Slade just hoped that in the process, he won’t get hurt too bad. It would be humiliating to be out of commission during his first day.

After awhile of walking, the young mage finally entered Clover Town. He first saw a crowd of strangers walking around the place and as he passed them, he tugged at his hat so that it covered his eyes. He of course knew that he had nothing to fear from people he didn’t even know. Still, he didn’t want to let his guard down. For them it was probably just an ordinary day, for him it was as if he was crossing uncharted soil.

Finally, with the help of the citizens of Clover, Slade managed to find the Guild Hall. Unfortunately for him, it was surrounded by water. As soon as he leaned over the edge and started at the swishing waves, a chill shot down the spine of his neck. The young mage did say that he wanted a challenge; he just didn’t expect to cross… water to get to Blue Pegasus.

“Don’t worry,” he said to himself, “It’s not like it’ll bite me…”

Thankfully for the young mage, there was a boat that could take him across. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d do if he had to cross the lake by swimming. The boat, however, didn’t help Slade as much as he wanted. He was pinned down and his face suddenly turned green. It didn’t make much sense to him, seeing as he wasn’t near the water, but he guessed even being close to it was enough to weaken him.

Once he’d made the journey across the rocking waves, Slade practically crawled off the boat. When he managed to gather his strength again he stood up and stared at the Guild Hall. He was speechless; he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or if he was still unconscious from the trip over the water. He then pinched himself and realized it was real.

“Hope they take me,” he said out loud as he started walked towards the door.

"Quite the interesting crowd today, eh Rainn?" The bar owner inquired as he looked over the room. It wasn't often that people came into the place at such a time in the day. It normally stayed nice and quiet til happy hour and then it became rowdy and rambunctious for the remaining hours of the night.

"Indeed sir" Rainn tossed a reply without lifting his head from the sink. He was scrubbing away at all the used glassware prepping the bar for the oncoming rush in happy hour. There wasn't much more to attend to outside of washing the wares. He had to dust the spirits, adjust the lighting, and slice the fruits all in the next half hour, alone.

Being the only worker behind the bar in the morning shift sucked, he absolutely hated it. Not many people came around to order alcoholic drinks. They only wanted soda or water. This was the time of the younger crowds here for their almost hipsterish musical tastes. The bar was, after all, an oldies joint. It only played music from far in the past, and for the most part, it was successful. The craze for oldies never piqued Rainn's interest, but he could see why people would be into such things.

He bobbed his head to the music as his knife dropped to cutting board. Second after second passed on as he swiftly cut limes and lemons into spears. Each one exactly a fourth of the whole just as he was instructed. They needed to be precisely cut for the mixed drinks the bar served, or at least for the next bartender. The guy coming in was very very peculiar about stuff like that; where as, Rainn wasn't.

With a shake of his head, Rainn leered into the clock. His time had come and his shift concluded. "Aiight, I'm off the clock for now. I'm gonna hang out for a moment before leaving, sir!" He called out as he tossed the knife into sink and his rag with it. It didn't take long for him to find a seat at the end of the bar to wait for the next tender to enter. "Have good one tonight. I feel that you'll be swamped in no time." Rainn chuckled to the oncomer.

"Two whiskeys, please."

Aand it begins.

"Name's Zhi. Zhi Wuju. You got a name?"

"Rainn." He replied in a single tone.

"You wouldn't happen to know where the Blue Pegasus guild building is, would you? I've been searching for a solid fifteen minutes, but I haven't had any luck."

"Ah yes, It's right down the road from here. Shouldn't take but 5, maybe, 10 minutes tops to get there." His voice started to pick up in tone. This kid brought out an interest that was hidden deep within himself. Rainn had considered joining up with a guild in the past but never acted upon it. Maybe now was his time, "I just clocked out, so I could guide you there. It'd be pretty cool to check the place out..."

With that he stepped up and grabbed his coat, he motioned to his new friend to follow. "C'mon"

WC: 528

It's an odd feeling; being star-struck. Standing in the presence of an idol, a celebrity, one of the strongest wizards in all the land. It felt like a quick shock to the stomach that quickly sapped any ability to think or act or even be.

That was the sensation that Eliot felt when he glanced up at the source of the odd, street-facing serenade. It was impressive; arguably one of the best singing voices the young teenager had heard ever. Granted he only had his parents to go by but one is always very much aware of true talent when they sense it. His quizzical amber eyes drifted up from his focused trek to follow the music to its home. And when he saw the man, he was struck as if by lightning.

Zack Rose. Anyone who knew anything about the magical world would recognize him in a heartbeat. Eliot had read enough Sorcerer's Magazine editions to know that the man strumming on his guitar, casually resting on the top of the bar, was the second strongest Wizard in all the land.

He seemed to be surrounded by a magical glow, though that may have just been his magical energy emanating off of him. Eliot had stopped short to stare, people brushing by him in annoyance. This was the man he had come to see. The Guild Master of Blue Pegasus.

“Oh...what am I supposed to say to him?" The boy muttered, barely able to form words. Even at this distance he was in awe. But maybe that would work to his advantage. If he got any closer, he was sure he would melt into a blubbering puddle. From here, down on the street below him, he could safely address him without worry!

“HELLO GUILD MASTER ZACK ROSE MY NAME IS ELIOT MALPIRG I AM A HUGE FAN YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL AND I CAME ALL THE WAY HERE SO THAT I COULD JOIN BLUE PEGASUS AND BECOME A STRONG WIZARD LIKE YOU!" The words just streamed out of his mouth without pause, undulating with voice cracks as he tried to maintain any sense of poise. But his mind and body had betrayed him and given way to fatuous screaming.

Sure. Great first impression.

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As Rainn and Zhi likely prepared to leave the bar they would be interrupted by a man entering the bar. Through the wall from the café next door. The man was quickly followed by another, and then a third man entered, this one on his feet an extremely well known in the city by now. Akryn motomiji, a tall, handsome man with one eye, a white soul patch, and white hair pulled back into a spiky tail. Akryn was the picture of menace at the moment, his muscular form bulging with rage, a dagger caught in his teeth and a sword, not his own, held in his hand, his own sword strapped to his back.

Akryn was well known as the single meanest member of all of Blue Pegasus, a proud, skilled, and vicious warrior who was known across fiore for his martial prowess. Rainn would likely know him on site, and know that the two men he had thrown had likely insulted the guild in some way. Zhi might recognize him from the news paper, as the wizard who had coordinated the defenses of Karakuri city during the priory attack, and gone toe to toe with not one but two of the priories commanders, and then walked out victorious.

As Akryn approached the two men his right hand would erupt into flames, heating up the sword in his hand as he advanced on the two men, who were crawling away. "Blue Pegasus is my home and family you swine, and you wanna talk shit?" He snarled, the dagger in his teeth bouncing as he spoke. "Get up ya shit heads. Ya wanted ta say ya could beat up most of da guild? Think ya tough shit eh? Come on boys, wheres all that good shit from before? Get up! Hit me! Hurt me! FIGHT ME!" He snarled, holding up the sword again as the blade began to melt. "GIVE ME A HUG!"

Zack leapt down from the rooftop as someone addressed him. However, what was particularly odd was that he also still seemed to be on the roof playing his guitar. It was merely an after image, but it would keep going for a few minutes anyway whilst he addressed the newcomer. "Nice to meet you Eliot. Anyone who is brave enough to approach me so openly is wel..." he began to speak, but then suddenly there was commotion from inside and he sensed a familiar magic power causing him to sigh deeply. Akryn again? That guy got into more trouble than most of the guild put together. He'd have to talk to Akeya again...she seemed to be one of the few who could reel him in. "Excuse me for a moment." With that he walked into the bar and as he did so he let off a huge flare of his magic power, light bending behind him to form a figure of intimidation.

"That is enough Akryn. I appreciate you defending Blue Pegasus, but this angry tirade is just making us look bad. You are a warrior and a mage not a brigand" he said sternly and then looked at the damage that had been done. "And take that dagger out of your mouth, you look ridiculous." he looked over at the bar tender and then made a gesture with his hand and a green orb shot out from beneath his mantle and over to the bar tender who after a few moments nodded. "We have a new member outside Akryn. You want them to think this is all Blue Pegasus is? Are we fairy tail now?"

The two men Akryn had been fighting took this moment to slowly get up and prepare themselves for another barrage of insults, most likely against Akryn himself this time, but Zack spoke first. "And I think we've heard enough from you." he vanished appearing next to them suddenly with his fists in their gut knocking the wind out of them entirely. With a quick motion he struck both of them in the back of the head with his elbows slamming them into the floor in a crumbled heap. His blows had been precise and swift. "Go to sleep."

With that, and without another word he tossed a pouch of jewels over to the bar tender and both he and the green light walked back outside. "I really am sorry about that. A few of the members tend to get a bit rowdy sometimes, but they are good guys really. So, you want to join the guild huh? Well, follow me and i'll take you to the guild and get you all set up."

Natalia walked through the streets with a light skip, today she was slightly cheerful but with no apparent reason and clearly no facial expression to match. Her usual glum smile was plastered across her face. Likewise her presence also signaled the arrival of the usual light snowfall despite there not being a single cloud in the sky. As she trotted down the road her magic power rung out as it usually did leaving a thin pathway of frost behind her. Her magic power was well known in Clover as one that even rivaled that of the Guild Masters, in fact one could say the it exceeded the guild masters magic power though it was quite apparent that it was barely kept in check as it leaked out. Her power was so strong anyone with the ability to sense it would feel the chill of her presence and those with particularly strong magic sensory might even be crushed by it.

She was on her way to hunt down the guild master as she heard he was going to play music, she wasn't a music enthusiast but she loved to listen to quiet serenades over a cupcake. As she arrived at the bar which had been announced as the location she noted that it was particularly quite, and had somewhat of an odd crowd. There was a young man in front off the building and others indoors, one most notable was Akryn who looked like he had torn the place apart in a raging fit. "Aw I thought there would be music not fighting." She whimpered in her quite nearly unnoticeable tone.

Another day in Clover Town, home of the famous guild Blue Pegasus. And once again, another day where one of the Blue Pegasus mages got himself into trouble. Or more like, was the cause of more trouble. It was unlikely that he could get himself into real trouble unless he either pissed off the guild master a bit too much or picked a fight with some legendary mage who had managed to keep a low profile up until that point. Akryn, as angry and aggressive as he was, was too powerful for anybody to worry about what might happen to him in a bar fight, unless it went far enough for magic to be involved and he hadn't looked far enough ahead to see what kind of mages he would be up against.

His own guild master, mages and fighters who were counted as legends. Those were the ones that Akryn had to be wary of. And the one other option left, who was neither a guild master or legendary. However the lack of renown was only partially because she was still lacking in raw ability. The other part was that she was somebody who wasn't too fond of being the centre of attention, and who would rather that as few people knew about how strong she was as possible. However she would still rather show herself in Clover Town than allow Akryn to keep acting like that, especially since she had already hear multiple people in the vicinity talking about joining Blue Pegasus. They had to keep up appearances after all.

"You shouldn't be fighting rats just because they offended your ears. It is a waste of time and makes you look like a brainless bully. Either leave them unable to speak or leave them alone."

That quiet and calm voice came from directly behind Akryn, and while those who weren't used to it might not realize, Akryn would without a doubt realize that the one who was speaking was in one of her less than happy moods. And for her, one of her less than happy moods meant that she was most likely just as angry as Akryn was, only where he flared up she became cold and uncaring as the heart of winter.

Behind Akryn stood another figure, one who definitely hadn't been standing there before, but now undoubtedly was there, and was not an illusion. She had one scaled hand on Akryn's shoulder, and was glaring a hole in the back of Akryn's head. The main thing that would prevent anybody but Akryn knowing that was the blindfold covering her eyes. Akryn himself would know because like usually, her gaze was focused and intense enough to have a physical weight behind it. Her being annoyed at him didn't help matters either.

"It appears that there are people here who want to join our guild, so try to make a good impression. While launching people through walls might be impressive, it is not the kind of example Blue Pegasus wants to give."

She might now be talking about the newcomers who wanted to join Blue Pegasus, but for all she said she also appeared to be completely ignoring them herself. Right now she was a bit too focused on her team mate and making sure that he stopped letting his anger get the best of him before she could turn her attention to what she saw as hatchlings.
When she felt that powerful but uncontrolled magic power come closer Akeya frowned. This could get troublesome.

"If you want to be useful, go meet Natalia and make sure she doesn't accidentally make people pass out by standing too close to them."

As much as the young mage wanted to enter the Guild Hall, he decided not to. Was it hesitation or was he scared? Not even he knew the other for that and thought that maybe he should familiarize himself with the town instead. Slade felt as if he was an outcast to them because he’d never been to Clover Town. If he was going to live within the area, he wanted to first not have that feeling.

The journey back to the mainland was the same as it was for the man’s initial trip. He clung to the boat for dear life, scared that he would fall overboard. Once he finally reached land, he immediately took a stroll through town. People around him were speaking to one another and while he didn’t want to pay attention, he couldn’t help but to. They were talking about someone playing music nearby which caused the mage to look up.

Now that I think about it, there is music playing.

Slade wanted to know where it was coming from, but suddenly he felt something rumbling from his stomach. That’s when he decided to get something to eat first, the only question was, where should he go? Almost immediately his nose chose for him as a flavorful aroma worked its way through the young mage’s nostrils. He then started running towards it, trying to guess what it was.

Chicken? No, pie—

Before he had a chance to finish his thought, he suddenly heard people mentioning a fight as they were walking out of a bar. The young mage then stopped dead in his tracks, thinking that he could have some fun. Surprisingly the music was coming from the same building he was heading towards. He wanted to stand there for a moment so that he could enjoy it, but a brawl was calling his name.

Right as he was approaching, he noticed someone standing in front of the bar. Slade walked passed him, tipping his hat and then entered the building. The smell of a fight was in the air and he wanted to sniff it out. The smell of food was interfering with it a little bit, but thankfully he was able to filter it out for a moment.

Rather than trying to find the fight, the young mage locked onto a man with orange hair. For some reason, Slade felt as if he knew the man. Instead of using his head, the young mage ran towards him while also knocking over things. When he finally reached Rainn, he swung his arm with the intend of knocking the man out and then continued to swing.

“LET’S GET THE PARTY STARTED!” he shouted, hoping that others would get caught up in the mayhem.

He’ll admit that he didn’t initially want to start a huge fight, but at the same time he wanted it to happen. Slade suddenly felt as if he was going to enjoy his time in Clover Town. Fighting was what he wanted and he guessed he got what he wished for.

woah, Woah, WOAH! The very moment that Rainn touched the door everything went straight to hell. One man tossed in two others. Those two then stood up and got put back down by the freakin Guild Master of Blue Pegasus, Zack. Everything was just going in-freakin-sane, and Rainn was just happy that he was no longer on the clock.

He looked to the back and just stared at his boss with a very very slight grin. Hiding his true feelings toward the situation for job security, of course. He didn't want to rub in the fact that the clock had saved him from cleaning this mess up to his other co worker, but man, it'd feel so good to.

*tug tug* A small child pulled down on his coat fighting for his attention. "Where are you going?" She inquired and then started to just babbler on.

"Well look at you." Rainn's let out with a higher pitched voice than normal, "Aren't you just the most adorable little th... Adult beverage? I think you're a few years off from that one, but food, hmm, my friend over there can help you. Just give him a moment to clean up." He gave the girl's head a pat and turned his attention back to the ongoing ruckus.

Person by person, Blue Pegasus started to fill the bar. The GM was doing his damnedest to calm down that Akryn guy, and Zhi had ran off to mack on one of the chicks. Not that that was a bad thing or anything, but it did take away from their objective of heading to the Guild, but then again the Guild Master was just RIGHT here.

"Everything good now? Fighting all good and done wi.................."

A stranger's fist came flying in from the right and slammed into Rainn's check cutting him off mid sentence. His eyes rattled around as his body swung to the left. It had been ages since he had been in a fight, and the feel this one punch brought sent him into a nostalgic shock. "Nice to see you again to Slade. *he paused to pop his jaw to the left and right* If we were any place but here, I'd knock you right the hell out.... BUT with MY BOSS just RIGHT OVER THERE! This will have to...

Wait... my coat.... come back!" Rainn slapped his face with his right palm and held it. Contemplating what his next move should be.... Should he just give up now? He had been struck by an old friend and mugged by a seemingly innocent child. "I'm just... just gonna go stand outside before I lose my mind and my job..." He pointed to the door and just stepped through it without addressing anyone else.

Everything had gone by so fast that Eliot thought it was some kind of dream.

It had started when Zack noticed him. The Guild master leapt down from his perch and landed before him, pulsating with all the magical power that someone at his level had. It took everything in the young teen's willpower to keep from fainting on the spot. And then he spoke to him. The praise that Zack put upon his head was nearly enough to knock him out when suddenly the sound of a ruckus echoed out of the bar. Zack excused himself and strolled into the bar, releasing a fraction of his magic power so as to take control of the situation.

“Thank you..." He thanked to no one in particular. Be it some luck deity looking down upon him or his own good fortune he had struck gold on his first day in Clover Town. It caused his skin to prickle with goosebumps and an invigorating chill to trail up his spine.

No wait. This was a real chill. And snow; white flakes were falling down from the sky all around him. He spun around slowly, confused by the unexpected showing. And that's when he spotted a woman approaching, white hair as pure as the snowflakes and a look as cold as ice. The power emanating off of her was tremendous, nearly chilling him to the bone. I wonder who she is, he thought to himself as he looked her over.

He turned only enough to catch a man walking past him, tipping his hat in a wordless greeting. Whoever the fellow was, he seemed far more interested in heading into the bar. Did he have a death wish or something?

No, in fact, it seemed he was more interested in joining the fray. As soon as he got through the door he disappeared and not a moment later he was yelling at the top of his lungs, looking to further the conflict.

Then someone came out, most likely fleeing from the brawl that was evolving into a full-blown battle. A man clad in armor, he moved past Eliot and to the winter woman, kneeling down in front of her like a knight looking for his maiden's hand. He kissed her hand and-...

A girl, younger than him, burst forth from the bar with a coat in tow. She ran up to Natalia and offered the jacket, an innocent gesture that could only be thought up by a child. He chuckled awkwardly to himself and scratched the side of his face with a single finger.

It was then that he remembered Zack. He had been talking to him and then went inside to stop the fight. If the situation was escalating, what had happened to the Guild master of Blue Pegasus. Eyes darting both ways, Eliot moved away from the dicey love triangle blooming next to him and clamored up the steps. When he reached the door, he twisted his head around the frame enough to peer inside and see the action taking place.

“Uh...Guild Master? Any chance I could...maybe meet you at the guild?" He tried to catch Zack's attention with his words, doing his best to yell over the ruckus.

There was no way he was getting involved in such a mindless brawl.

Clover town. The only place within a hundred miles of home that could call itself home to a legal guild hall. She knew that if she wanted to find work with her magic skills, a Guild was where she needed to find herself. It shouldn't be too hard, a Guild Hall was sort of a big deal. Especially if it was a legal, and law abiding guild like Blue Pegasus. Sure there were ruffians, every guild had their rough and tumble lots, but Gazette admired the guild nonetheless. If she had to pick one guild to attempt to join, it'd have to be Blue Pegasus, no doubt.

Their coverage in Sorcerer's Magazine might not have always been at the forefront, but it seemed to mostly be showing off their best, brightest, and toughest. There was never a story she saw that said a few of their mages that just wiped out an entire town, or even half of one. She dreamed about this day, but dad would not let her leave any sooner. He absolutely refused to lose his daughter like he had his wife. She felt bad leaving him alone, but her dreams were bigger than a little old town with hardly a magic shop to draw her attention. Most of the stuff sold in their town was fancy gadgets, filled with different lacrima to make them work. They were cool and all, but she wanted something better, something stronger, and something a bit more adventurous.

So she studied her butt off, making sure she knew all that she could before she was finally able to set off into the world on her own, in hopes of joining the Blue Pegasus guild.

Gazette had certainly not been expecting to find the guild hall immediately, but she figured any person she asked in town could tell her. Sure enough, a nice older lady pointed her in the right direction. She said that she could practically follow the street she was on and find it. It shouldn't take long for her to get there, but she wasn't sure she should go rushing right in. The whole trip here, she was so excited about travelling, she completely forgot about trying to impress the people in this guild!

"Oh, man. I'm in deep trouble now." She sighed, holding her head with her right hand and fighting back tears. She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid. All she could really do though, was to approach them and hope for the best. Maybe she could make it work.

Determined that she had what it took, she stepped on down the road, hands behind her back, gripping her left index finger with her right hand, holding a knapsack the remaining four fingers. She smiled sweetly as she pressed on, "I can do this. I know I can."

Her trek was cut a bit short however, as she was drawn to a good bit of commotion stemming from a bar. A rowdy bar fight? Not her cup of tea. However, the magic power she could sense inside certainly drew her attention. She couldn't help but investigate. When she arrived she was stunned to see at least one familiar face, one she'd seen in Sorcerer Magazine, Zack Rose, the Guild Master for Blue Pegasus. She paused on the sidewalk just outside the bar, a slew of rough characters here and there. Her face turned pale as a ghost and she thought she was going to be sick. She raised her right index finger, her knapsack in her other hand at her side, "This... isn't Blue Pegasus' Guild Hall, is it?" She asked, almost crying. She didn't want to make some bar her new home, especially after how bad these guys had trashed it.

Zack had headed outside and stood there for a moment. He greeted Natalia with a smile and a wave. She was one of the gifted and cursed few who had insane magic power and potential, but lacked the control of it and so it leaked out. He was glad it was coldness instead of heat. Cold was something that could be dealt with. Wear a coat or a jumper, stand by a fire and you were good. Heat was trickier. [color=teal"Right, Akeya should be more than enough to curb what is happening in there I think."[/teal] Zack said with a nod. If anything she could at least control Akryn a little and her natural intimidation worked on even much stronger mages. she was very useful in that respect. "Sorry about you coming out here and not hearing the music, a certain man decided to show why he is the leader of a group named Rampage...again" he explained to Natalia who was currently having a small girl wrap her in a cloak and an armored man kiss his hand. He shook his head. Lots of things were happening today and that was when he noticed another thing. He tilted his head as he saw a girl on the verge of tears asking if this was the guild hall.

"No, no, no." Zack said comfortingly with a smile on his handsome features. "This is just a bar. I can take you to the guild hall if you want? Its a few minutes walk." He looked at the others and then nodded to himself and peeked his head back in the door before shouting. "Anyone wanting to come to the guild hall follow me." And without another word he began to walk down the street. His pace was significantly slower than normal, but he didn't want to leave people behind. He'd done that to Natalia once if he recalled correctly and he wasn't sure if she'd exactly forgiven him for it.

Eventually he reached the guild hall, a much more magnificant and beautiful building than the bar. Or at least it would be if it hadn't of been wrecked twice recently. It was in the midst of some quite heavy repairs, but with the funding that the guild brought in, particularly with two gods of ishval at the head, they were trying to build it bigger and better than ever. A few rather intricate and very useful tools were going to be implemented to make it much harder to destroy in the future. Or so he hoped anyway. He was getting tired of seeing his guild destroyed. First Lamia Scale and now Blue Pegausus twice in the space of a few months. It was quite irritating to be honest.

"Welcome to the Guild of Heroes, currently under repairs" Zack said as he pushed open the large wooden door above which two large stone pegasus' reared their points touching to finish off the door way. It was a rather intricate design and finding a blue stone to carve had been tricky, but it gave the guild a certain flair. "I assume that you are wanting to join the guild and are not just here for a tour? Show me...what can you do with your magic." He took a few steps back and then leapt seeming to float over the air and stood there with his arms open wide as if saying 'hit me with your best shot"

Akryn seemed ready to aregue with Zack, before Akeya showed up. Akryn liked Zack and respected him, but had a habit of pushing the limits of acceptable. However with Akeya he knew exactly where he could go and push with her, and as he looked back at his scaled team mate a lot of his wind seemed to leave his sails. "Yes ma'am..." he muttered before spitting the knife out, the blade burying itself in the wall across the room up to the hilt before he tossed one more menacing look at the two men Zack had taken control of. As he started to leave though another fight began, some random punk punching the bartended. Akryn frowned deeply and as he passed a table grabbed a mostly empty mug and almost absent mindedly threw it at Jaxhan with enough force to shatter the mug and likely coat him in the remaining contents. "You want a fight get to the guild hall. Otherwise I will come back and put YOU through the wall." Akryn said as he exited the bar to go meet Natalia.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the man in armor kneeling before Natalia, and some little kid trying to wrap her in a pilfered coat. For a moment Akryn grinned at it, amused by what he saw, before walking forward, aiming to swat the man on his knees in the back of the head. "Natalia is out of your league right now pal. Come on, to the guild with you. If youre interested in joining blue Pegasus follow the guild master!"

At the guild, when Zack asked them to show what they could do and Akryn absolutely grinned as he leaned against a wall. This should be good.....

Natalia watched on as a man ran right passed her and knock out punched another man with spiky hair. Blinking twice at the sight only to feel something funny on her cold hands. It was in this moment that she took notice of the armored man before her kissing her hand as though she was a princess. She couldn't help but blush and then she found a coat being wrapped around her from a small girl. "I uh... I don't need a coat honey, I thank you for the uh... thought though." She said hoping that the girl would return the coat to its owner. She returned to looking at the armored man before her still holding her hand asking for a date. The world seemed to flutter away with the mans words, she didn't even know his name what should she do. "I uh, um." Was all she could manage as her mind couldn't seem to find the proper words for this encounter. This feeling was cut short as the man found his head whacked by Akryn from behind and then Akryn exclaimed that she was far out of the armored mans league. The comment made her actually genuinely mad, it wasn't like she was some noble who had great social power, she didn't even think she was any more special than her inhumanly high magic pool. "Akryn, I am not special." She said trying to sound upset but it only came out with her usual kind tone, returning her gaze to the armored man who had just received a whacking she attempted a smile. "If you would tell me your name I would be delighted to go out some time." She said as Zack started to Sheppard the new recruits away to the guild hall, she didn't even hear his apology over the man kissing her hand.

Natalia followed the group with slight butterflies fluttering within her stomach but not because she had her feelings stirred but because she was starting to feel her magic sickness kick in once again. Barely managing to keep up they eventually came to the guild hall and at that moment she sneezed releasing a large burst of magic energy and frosting over the entire entrance of the guild hall, even a few icicles formed on the two Pegasus protecting the door.

Akeya was still glaring a hole in the back of Akryn's head, waiting for him to realize that she was here, was not happy, and would not get any happier if he kept up his angry moment at those two guys who had been insulting Blue Pegasus. She had also been there to hear it, even if Akryn didn't realize it because she had been sitting in his shadow, following him around while doing her utmost best to not be seen by anybody. It might not be considered good manners, but if she could follow Akryn and literally be his shadow all day without him ever noticing then that would have been a good sign that her stealth skills were good enough to deceive most mages of their own and quite possibly higher rank, escaping their notice even when she was right underneath their noses. Of course, this also gave her yet another reason to be annoyed at her team mate after he began to act out: he had interrupted her training by forcing her to show herself and get him to calm down.

Luckily it looked like Akryn realized that the half dragon standing behind him wouldn't appreciate it if he stayed angry, and forcibly made himself lose most of his momentum. Zack had already taken care of the two idiots who had tried insulting Blue Pegasus while in the town in which the guild hall of Blue Pegasus resided (she wondered why they would start a fight over that particular topic here of all places. You'd think that even when drunk they would know better than to talk badly of the powerful mages that could be sitting right next to you in the bar. As had actually been the case here.), so it wasn't like his main reason to be mad was even there any longer. Akeya ignored the ma'am thing and just nodded as Akryn wound down, although seeing some other guy go and punch one of the bartenders in the face and have Akryn throw a beer mug at him made her sigh and put her clawed hand to her face.

"I'll clean up here."

Was what she told Akryn before he left the bar. Akeya watched him leave, then closed her eyes and focused on her magic sensory, which told her that Zack, Natalia and Akryn were now all leaving for the guild hall. Good. That should allow her to quickly finish up any loose ends here and return to the guild hall herself. And with Zack gone she could also apply some pressure without him possibly getting on her case for frightening the civilians. Not that she was actually planning on scaring them too much, but she didn't want them to immediately return to causing trouble the moment she left so she at least had to make sure they understood that the time to make a mess was over.

So she walked to the centre of the bar, took a deep breath, and suddenly there was a giant dark dragon sitting there, gazing down at the humans.

The more intelligent and logical might take note of the fact that the dragon somehow looked humongous, but at the same time was neither hindered by nor affected the shape of the small room that it was sitting in. Somehow the room was still exactly the same, but the dragon was still glaring down at everybody from a height that should at least have put its head several floors up. And yet neither the dragon nor the room looked warped or distorted. If one focused on the dragon, they just saw the towering mythical creature. If they focused on the room, it was still the same. If they tried to focus on both, they'd get a headache.

Those whose minds weren't so big on picking up those small details would be more focused on the fact that suddenly there was a big, dark, and very clearly annoyed dragon in the room, glaring at everybody with plenty of disapproval. Said dragon was silent for a couple of seconds before speaking, the voice similar to the one that the half dragon had used to speak to Akryn not too long before that. However the voice was now deeper, and carried with it a certain kind of coldness and harshness that Akeya's normal voice didn't quite possess.

"Stop causing trouble. Now. Those who want to join Blue Pegasus should head for the giant building on the hill. Those who don't want to join Blue Pegasus can stay here, but if I hear more trouble coming from this place I'll return."

The lack of threat at the end of that should serve as a threat in itself. The dragon suddenly disappeared, leaving the female half dragon standing there, glancing at the bar owner.

"Send a note to our Guild Master to remind him that one of his mages destroyed part of your bar and he'll ensure that you have the funds to cover the losses."

With that Akeya began to walk away, her tail trailing behind her as she planned to leave this bar and head for the guild hall herself. Her impromptu training of stalking Akryn had been a failure, so she could resume her reading instead.

Meanwhile pretty much everybody in the bar was left feeling very much like not doing anything that they had not been told to do. The customers were all cowered, sitting quietly at their tables and awkwardly trying to resume or start new conversations as they tried to forget everything that just had happened. This was met with various levels of success. The bar owner and his employees weren't off much better: having a dragon sitting in your bar and telling you to stop with the chaos tended to leave one very eager to stay silent and focused on doing one's job.

Most people in the bar were also now very explicitly not looking at anybody who had been related to the chaos that had just visited the bar.

The young Dragon Slayer wouldn’t take no as an answer, especially when it came from his rival. He was just about to throw another punch when someone suddenly stole his coat. Who would steal something like that? Was the little girl that cold? As these thoughts wandered through his mind he looked up and noticed that something was off. The bar felt cold for some reason and he didn’t understand why.

Did something happen while I was focused on Rainn?

Before Slade even had the chance to figure out what happened, he heard something shatter. The sound immediately caused him to look towards the sound and after he did, he found himself coated in alcohol. That combined with the cold air in the room made him feel even colder. It was then that he regretted hardly ever wearing a shirt.

“A fight?” he responded, licking some of the liquor that was on his face, “You can count on that.”

Was he stupid for saying that to someone who he didn’t even know? Most likely, but that was always his problem. Getting into random fights without even realizing how outmatched he was. It was a dangerous habit that would probably lead Slade to an early grave and sadly, he’d never change that part of him.

After the Mage left, along with others who were apparently heading back to the Guild. One notably had a dragon-like appearance. While the young Dragon Slayer wanted to wonder how long they’d be there without him noticing, he couldn’t help but complain about returning back to Pegasus’s Guild. He was literally just there and was already heading back to it?

Regardless he wanted to join the bunch, mostly because someone wanted a fight. The journey to it was a little more pleasant for Slade than it was when he initially reached there. He figured that it was because he was with others instead of being alone like he’d been in his past. Immediately as they entered the building, another sweep of coldness overtook the area. The young Dragon Slayer wanted to shiver from it, but thankfully the Hall managed to distract or so he thought it did.

“What the…” he sneezed while wrapping his body with his arms.

He had to admit that he was feeling a little embarrassed. Slade was trained in the art of Fire Dragon Slayer so ice shouldn’t be a problem for him. Was it because he wasn’t prepared for it or was he just not strong enough yet? Either way one thing was for certain. He knew that he was going to need to wear a shirt around the Guild for awhile until it didn’t bother him.

As the others arrived, they were asked to show Blue Pegasus what they had to offer. Normally Slade would be the first person to start the show, but then decided to allow someone else go ahead of him. It might be because he wanted to end it with a bang or maybe he was too shy to perform magic around them. Regardless he was excited to see everyone else’s magic.

While he did get hit on the back of the head by Akryn, the beauty in front of him wasted no time in bringing his mood right back up by taking his offer up. "Well, once I join up with the Blue Pegasus guild, we'll talk a little more, cutie." With that, the samurai lifted himself from the ground and moved along with the group that was heading to the guild building. Suddenly, what was once a one man journey turned into a full group of people he could call friends.


As soon as they reached the guild, the master asked them of what they could do. No one that was a new candidate to the guild decided to step up, so it was going to be Zhi's time to shine. He took the reins of the conversation's flow, walking up to the ice field that Natalia freshly made. His stare loomed over the people in front of him.


All of a sudden, he screamed. The entire guild went silent except for the scream that emanated from Zhi. A pulsation of dust flowed from his body as two wings sprouted from his back, flapping softly as he looked dead at the master. "Ascended Release: Delta Strike." His body disappeared from view for a moment, covering ground at a near blinding rate with his teleport. He attempted to tap the guild master on his hip before fading away again. He moved toward Natalia now, trying to peck his lips against her cheek. With his final teleport, he appeared behind the lot of them, his wings twitching slightly from their new exercise.


"Will that do?"

Wow. This was...really happening.

The fight finally began to cool down as Zack. He pulled the attention away from the fighting and attempted to corral the people interested in joining Blue Pegasus. Apparently Eliot was not the only one, as a few others seemed to flash an interest. The guild master began to walk down the street and Eliot followed at his heels, doing his best to hide his star-struck grin.

A group followed them and Eliot eyed them carefully. Two young girls nearly his age and three older looking men (including the one clad in full armor). Then, of course, the members already in Blue Pegasus trailed behind. He was sure that the people they passed must have wondered what was going on.

Then again, maybe they didn't. This was a wizard guild after all.

The Guild of Heroes was marvelous, even during its renovation. Eliot did his best to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor in awe. Zack pushed the massive wooden doors open and revealed the inner sanctum, awaiting the new arrivals. He asked them to give a showing of their magic.

Oh boy, He thought with a hard swallow. He had a fairly good grasp of what his magic was but in comparison to what these other guys could do, he could look like nothing. He could feel the color running to his cheeks and all he wanted to do was hide in a corner.

But he had come this far. He couldn't just give up. He planted himself, willing his courage to control his fear.

The man in armor went first, screaming at the top of his lungs before he shouted out some kind of spell word.  Wings unfolded from the center of his back, making him look more glorious than before. And in a flash he was gone, moving faster than Eliot could track. He zipped from one place to the other, even taking time to show his affection to the cold girl once more. He ended finally behind them, his flying appendages seemingly warmed up from the show.

What surprised Eliot more was how well Eliot had kept up with him. His vision was sharp, he knew that much, but it was even his smell. Not distinctly disgusting just...unique to him. He rubbed his chin in thought before he realized that no one else had stepped up to show their abilities.

He cleared his throat and stepped forward, giving the master a half-wave. "Uh...so as I told you before, I'm Eliot Malpirg. I'm a farmer's son from Oshibana. My magic is...well, it's strange. I don't really know how I came to have it; I just sorta...realized I had it one day. Anyways..." He trailed off, wondering the best way to demonstrate his powers.

He figured it was best to start with the first step. He pulled the white glove off covering his right hand to reveal the synthetic limb that had been with him for years. He flexed the fingers before it suddenly flashed a bright light. An instant later the normal-shaped arm had become a pillar of pure iron, with a massive hammer-head at its peak. He took careful aim and extended it, seemingly adding metal to the size of the pillar as it thrust forward in three quick beats, like a piston beating in an engine.

He looked back at Zhi as his arm changed back into its normal form, except for the bulbous head. "I'm uh...not attacking you. Just...don't move." He stated as he brushed his left hand over the head of the iron hammer. Tiny particles, invisible to the naked eye, brushed off the top and settled onto his palm. He brought it up and blew on it gently, sending the iron dust floating towards the armored man. It swirled and danced in the air before he touched the man's chest and, when Eliot felt it, he clenched his fist tight. The particles collapsed together and hardened into a metal plate, outlining the man's chest and features. "I've found most of my magic is better used for helping other people rather than hurting." He explained with a shy grin. He waved his hand and the particles split apart, disappearing into dust again before falling to the ground.

"Oh and uh..." He reached into his pack and pulled out a small, rough iron ingot. He brought it up to his mouth and crunched down hard on it with his teeth. Any normal person would be screaming as enamel splinters fell from their gums. But not Eliot; his teeth tore right through the hard mineral and crushed it down, his mouth undulating as he chewed. Satisfied with the metallic mush in his mouth, he swallowed hard before he chuckled.

"Bet you've never seen that before." He finished with a sheepish grin.

They all followed Zack, the Blue Pegasus leader, back to the guild hall. Gazette was excited, and scared, and nervous, and all sorts of other emotions. Her face was burning as she began to think about how this could go. She was afraid they might not accept her. Some people didn't take Maker Magic seriously, but that's because they'd never been on the bad end of it. It's really strong, if you want to hurt someone. It's cool when you want to help someone. And it's durable when you want to protect someone.

When they arrived, they were greeted with the still-being-renovated Guild of Heroes. Even though it was yet to be finished, Gazette was astonished with it's beauty. She'd never seen architecture quite like it. Her village was all pretty standard Brick and mortar buildings, but this place looked like it was carved from perfect marble and alabaster. She smiled at the beauty, taking it all in. She could gladly call this place home.

Their leader, Zack Rose, stood before all of them, newcomers and bar fighting troublemakers. Actually, she wasn't one-hundred percent sure those two groups were mutually exclusive. The fiery young man who attacked the well dressed red-haired guy seemed to be new here as well. Before she knew it, Zack asked all the new recruits to show off their magic. Shy as she was, she'd probably wait for everyone else to go.

She watched in quiet amazement at the first man's show. It seemed super cool, he appeared to teleport from place to place, stopping behind each of them. He was super quick, no wonder he barely waited for Zack to finish speaking to show everyone his awesome speed. Gazette giggled to her self and clapped a bit, "Very cool. A+!" She called out, giving the speedy swordsman a thumbs up.

The next one up was someone a bit closer to Gazette's age, and if she could say so, he was a bit of  a dreamboat. Her heart melted as he stepped up, eager to see what the cutie had up his sleeve, it would not have struck her that he was also an iron-based wizard.

It came to a surprise that the young man had a prosthetic arm. He certainly didn't come off as someone who was missing an arm, she was very surprised. He turned his arm into an iron pillar, very impressive. She couldn't do anything like that with her maker magic, at least she'd never tried. He gave a few quick jabs at the air, drawing some resemblance to a piston firing on a machine.

Afterwards, he seemed to shave a few slivers off the top of his irony fist, blowing them into the air towards the first man to show off his powers. She couldn't see where they went, but when the blonde boy clenched his fist, an iron chestpiece formed itself on the teleporting swordsman's chest. She was surprised at this move as well. She wouldn't trust herself to form a piece of armor on a person, but she'd make a wall big enough to shield them both.

The boy's last trick was the most surprising, and amazing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lump of pure iron. The way it shone in the light, she could tell this was no trick. His teeth dug into it, just watching it made her mouth hurt. She gasped, thinking the cute young man was going to ruin his smile, but his teeth dug right through the metal, and he ground it into a mush, like any regular person dose with food. He was eating iron? But... her magic was making iron...

Her face turned super red, not sure what kind of magic the young man had, but she knew that he was not someone she wanted to be on the opposite side of. The pounding in her chest would imply something much different, honestly. She didn't know why, but her heart told her that they were destined to meet here.

Excitedly after seeing the boys magic she stepped up. "That's totally awesome!" She called out, perhaps a little loud for being indoors. She cleared her throat and bowed, "Excuse my outburst. I'm just a little amazed is all. See, I'm an Iron Maker Wizard, my name is Gazette Oshiro. It's nice to meet you." She said, giving a curtsy to Eliot. Her face turned fire red again, realizing that she'd totally ignored everyone else.

"Erm... Nice to meet all of you as well." She attempted to salvage the moment. Oh gosh, she was embarrassing herself in front of him, what a lovely way to kick off their relationship. Er, maybe not the right word, but she didn't know what else to call it. Bringing her hands together, she wanted to get the show on the road.

"Try and eat this, Iron Make: Sword!" She called out, creating a magic circle between her hands, and as she brought her hands apart, a sword shaped between them. She tossed it into the air, letting it spin, then snatching it by the hilt mid-flight before handing it over towards Eliot.

Despite the high speed in which the first of the newcomers had shown off his blow had not connected with Zack. Just as the blade came into view one of Zack's own formed blocking the blow and causing a slight ringing to sound at the clash of metals. However, by the time he had teleported away the weapon that Zack had used was gone.

The next person's magic was one Zack had seen before. It was the magic of an iron slayer. How did Zack know this? Well, only iron slayers tended to eat metal like that and he'd met one of them before. An iron dragon slayer named Aian. Not the most imaginative name, but he'd heard worse. However, what was interesting was the usage of the prosthetic arm. It seemed through his magic he could change the arm to do various things. He knew iron slayers were capable of changing their limbs into iron tools, but this was different. It was quite unique. In order to gauge the type of slayer that this 'iron' slayer was Zack raised his gloved hand and focused allowing him to view the aura of all those present.

The aura was weak, the mage was just beginning on their journey after all, but it seemed to form into the rough and very hazy shape of a dragon made of iron. Thus this man was an iron dragon slayer. As he grew the aura would become more distinct to Zack's eyes. Very interesting. He wondered if this mage was as ridiculously heavy as Aian was. The guy had weighed tonnes due to his training. By his estimation this mage was a first generation slayer. He had not gained a lacrima to give a second element or to boost the first. It was strange to hear of a slayer that focused on defense though. Very interesting.

The third of the three mage's also possessed a magic relating to iron, and based on her words, it seemed that the magic was molding magic. Metal make to him made the most sense for a making magic, except perhaps earth, as they were natural things that were built out of. Plus it was naturally strong and sturdy unlike ice. It seemed that this new mage wanted to see if her weapon tasted good. Through Zack's knowledge of slayer's it was likely it would taste better than the iron bar simply because it had more magic coursing through it. Her aura seemed to be one of iron dust constantly shifting to form solid shapes.

The first mage's magic was not one Zack was familiar with. It appeared to almost be light and dark dancing together in a chaotic fashion vanishing in one place and appearing in another. It was truly chaotic. Perhaps it directly related to chaos then? As he had heard that chaos was formed by mixing light and shadow. A unique magic and one that seemed to focus on speed, much like his own. He wondered if perhaps he could develop a spell to allow him to use both his normal and eclipse forms at the same time. That would be rather odd.

"You each have magic. You all have potential." he said with a nod. "I can see the three of you working well together, at least in terms of magic. Now, where would you like your guild mark placed?" he said and out of nowhere a small stamp with the blue pegasus crest appeared in his hand. "And what colour?" His remark about working together was mostly for the two iron users. However, if the iron maker and iron slayer could form weapons and tools for the chaos wielder to use....that could prove rather interesting and potentially devastating.

As soon as they had mentioned where they wanted their guild marks the guild master would seem to vanish and appear next to them all at once placing the guild mark in the respective location. To the very well trained eye it would be noticed that the stamps actually appeared a fraction of a second before eachother, in the order that that the mage's had shown their magic. Before they knew it Zack was at the centre of the entrance hall again with a smile on his face. "Welcome."