She started to walk, not knowing where she was going, she simply moved through the crowd, trying her best not to bump into anyone as she clutched her ragdoll to her chest, large brown eyes, sad eyes watched the moving crowd as she did so. She found herself bumped around often, unnoticed by those around her in their excitement. She didn't want any of this noise and games right now. She just wanted a quiet place to go to sleep, rest, then try to find her friends. She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath as she started to hum. A familiar tune, one that brought her home, back to her sister, to the nights where she had trouble sleeping and her sister would sing her to sleep. She continued on through the crowd, trying to find a place where she could stay the night, humming the whole time as he hugged the little doll tighter to her chest.
Festival of the Fairies [Guild Event] [Open to All]
Almyra Bys- - - - -
Lineage : Armored Beast
Position : None
Posts : 678
Guild : Guildless
Cosmic Coins : 41
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 31
Mentor : None
Experience : 1787.5
Character Sheet
First Skill: Chaos Theory
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
Despite all the festivities, there were some public services that were still open, among them, the railroad, which was actually even more busy than usual as people continued to flock in through the railways. Most, if not all were overjoyed to join in the wild party that celebrated the town's survival and the selection of the local guild's new master. There was one, though, who was not. A small woman who looked no older than 18 or 19 stepped off the train after all those who rushed off, eager to join the masses. The lone figure stepped off the entrance to the train and surveyed her surroundings from under the green hood of her cloak, her brown eyes darting everywhere, confused, and somewhat intimidated by the unexpected crowd. She had noticed the train was much more full than usual, traveling from Hargeon to Magnolia.
She started to walk, not knowing where she was going, she simply moved through the crowd, trying her best not to bump into anyone as she clutched her ragdoll to her chest, large brown eyes, sad eyes watched the moving crowd as she did so. She found herself bumped around often, unnoticed by those around her in their excitement. She didn't want any of this noise and games right now. She just wanted a quiet place to go to sleep, rest, then try to find her friends. She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath as she started to hum. A familiar tune, one that brought her home, back to her sister, to the nights where she had trouble sleeping and her sister would sing her to sleep. She continued on through the crowd, trying to find a place where she could stay the night, humming the whole time as he hugged the little doll tighter to her chest.
She started to walk, not knowing where she was going, she simply moved through the crowd, trying her best not to bump into anyone as she clutched her ragdoll to her chest, large brown eyes, sad eyes watched the moving crowd as she did so. She found herself bumped around often, unnoticed by those around her in their excitement. She didn't want any of this noise and games right now. She just wanted a quiet place to go to sleep, rest, then try to find her friends. She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath as she started to hum. A familiar tune, one that brought her home, back to her sister, to the nights where she had trouble sleeping and her sister would sing her to sleep. She continued on through the crowd, trying to find a place where she could stay the night, humming the whole time as he hugged the little doll tighter to her chest.
Faith Caliburn-
Lineage : Other Half
Position : None
Posts : 129
Guild : Fairy Tail
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : None
Experience : 150
Character Sheet
First Skill: Grand Arcanum
Second Skill: None
Third Skill:
Shinra was never a party man, he hated the noise and the crazy atmosphere. Ironically he was in the middle of the biggest party ever thrown. To make matters worse Shinra was appointed to be the DJ. Yes, no lie... the stiff bookworm who had no intrest in getting drunk, getting laid, or having fun, bore there responsibility to keep the good times rolling and the music pumping. Whose ever brilliant idea was this, Shinra vowed to have his day of reckoning. It was too late now, he was already being led towards the elevated platform where the DJ turntable lay waiting for him. Apparently the DJ in charge ended up drinking to much and passed out before he could play the next track. The same song was played two times in a row already, Shinra knew eventually the people would realize something was up.
With a heavy sigh Shinra stepped up to the turn table. He recalled reading a book on how to opperate the turntable. He looked at the spinning disks. He looked down at his neat suit, he realized he was not dressed for the occasion. He turned to a drunk man, and took a liking to his hat. With the help of his nimble fingers Shinra took the hat without him even noticing. Shinra unbuttoned his blazer, lossened his neck tie. He then took out some sunglasses from his inner coat pocket. In an utmost badass way he put on the sunglasses. He turned to another man he was wearing a gold necklace, Shinra tapped his shoulder and pointed at the necklace. The man looked confused, Shinra grinned and snatched a huge bag of mirical weed from a passing drunkard. He handed the man the bag of weed and pointed at the necklace again. The man grinned and said "Duuuuuude right on man. Here take it bruh, I have like six at home" the man nodded and hubg the gold necklace on Shinra, a few gurls handed him golden rings. Soon enough Shinra became the embodiment of pimpin. He then looked down at his attire, something was missing. He turned to a beautiful woman wearing glasses, took her hand and held her close. He looked deep in to her eyes staring at his reflection on her glasses. Shinra smiled. He finally new what he was missing.
"Thanks darling." Shinra winked and gave the woman a steamy french kiss. He turned to the DJ set, he grab a shot sitting on the table and washed it down. He turned to another woman and took a blunt from her lips, and kissed her. He then hit the blunt so hard, he would feel like a baseball flying away from a homerun. Shinra exhaled a plume if smoke like a dragon and let out a yell. He took the hat on his head and turned to the side to make it crooked.
Shinra grabbed the mike and looked at the crowd, Shinra hoped that his guildmates wouldn't notice him up on the stage. With a deep breath, Shinra channeled his innervparty animal. Soon enough his mind became one with the ratchet and pimping. He was no longer a dictionary filled with wise words, Shinra was now the hip and crazy urban dictionary.
"YALL NIGA-" Shinra yelled into the mic, a buff scarry looking black man stared at him as if wanting to end his life. A slight sweat drop would appear on Shinra's face. Shinra cleared his throat. "errm...*ahem* what I meant to say was....YALL READY FOR THIS! I AM YO MC FOR DA DAY. DJ SMOKES, CUZ ONLY BE DROPPIN THE MOST BLAZIN TRACKS OUT DUR! IS THIS A PAAAARTEH OR WHAAAT?!" the whole crowd shouted, yelling in unison. A woman would yell, " SPIIIN DAT TRACK DEEEJAAAY!!!"
Shinra's lips would curl into a sly grin, he took a record spun on the tip of his finger. He channeled his inner magic power, the record burst into flames, yet it did not melt. The crowed began to lose it. Shinra dropped the recored on the set, and began to play it. An awkward scratch on the recod could be heard. For a brief moment it was silent. Everyone looked at Shinra. He stood there and put hus finger on his lips as if enhancingthe silence. Then out of nowhere and rkoed the old track. The most insane hass drop shook the are, and intense party music blasted everyone away leaving the crowd in awe.
"Dafaqu yall standing there....YALL MUDDAH FUHKAHS GITTA DAAANCE. DIS SHYTS A PARTEEEH!" Shinra yelledinto themic. The whole crowd lost it and began to cheer. Shinra began to fist pump and the whole crowd followed suit. The masses began to rave even more harder as Shinra scratched the track and dropped even more mad beats into the parties viens. Shinra held one side of headpones to his ear and hus other hand commanded the party orchestra on the DJ set.
With a heavy sigh Shinra stepped up to the turn table. He recalled reading a book on how to opperate the turntable. He looked at the spinning disks. He looked down at his neat suit, he realized he was not dressed for the occasion. He turned to a drunk man, and took a liking to his hat. With the help of his nimble fingers Shinra took the hat without him even noticing. Shinra unbuttoned his blazer, lossened his neck tie. He then took out some sunglasses from his inner coat pocket. In an utmost badass way he put on the sunglasses. He turned to another man he was wearing a gold necklace, Shinra tapped his shoulder and pointed at the necklace. The man looked confused, Shinra grinned and snatched a huge bag of mirical weed from a passing drunkard. He handed the man the bag of weed and pointed at the necklace again. The man grinned and said "Duuuuuude right on man. Here take it bruh, I have like six at home" the man nodded and hubg the gold necklace on Shinra, a few gurls handed him golden rings. Soon enough Shinra became the embodiment of pimpin. He then looked down at his attire, something was missing. He turned to a beautiful woman wearing glasses, took her hand and held her close. He looked deep in to her eyes staring at his reflection on her glasses. Shinra smiled. He finally new what he was missing.
"Thanks darling." Shinra winked and gave the woman a steamy french kiss. He turned to the DJ set, he grab a shot sitting on the table and washed it down. He turned to another woman and took a blunt from her lips, and kissed her. He then hit the blunt so hard, he would feel like a baseball flying away from a homerun. Shinra exhaled a plume if smoke like a dragon and let out a yell. He took the hat on his head and turned to the side to make it crooked.
Shinra grabbed the mike and looked at the crowd, Shinra hoped that his guildmates wouldn't notice him up on the stage. With a deep breath, Shinra channeled his innervparty animal. Soon enough his mind became one with the ratchet and pimping. He was no longer a dictionary filled with wise words, Shinra was now the hip and crazy urban dictionary.
"YALL NIGA-" Shinra yelled into the mic, a buff scarry looking black man stared at him as if wanting to end his life. A slight sweat drop would appear on Shinra's face. Shinra cleared his throat. "errm...*ahem* what I meant to say was....YALL READY FOR THIS! I AM YO MC FOR DA DAY. DJ SMOKES, CUZ ONLY BE DROPPIN THE MOST BLAZIN TRACKS OUT DUR! IS THIS A PAAAARTEH OR WHAAAT?!" the whole crowd shouted, yelling in unison. A woman would yell, " SPIIIN DAT TRACK DEEEJAAAY!!!"
Shinra's lips would curl into a sly grin, he took a record spun on the tip of his finger. He channeled his inner magic power, the record burst into flames, yet it did not melt. The crowed began to lose it. Shinra dropped the recored on the set, and began to play it. An awkward scratch on the recod could be heard. For a brief moment it was silent. Everyone looked at Shinra. He stood there and put hus finger on his lips as if enhancingthe silence. Then out of nowhere and rkoed the old track. The most insane hass drop shook the are, and intense party music blasted everyone away leaving the crowd in awe.
"Dafaqu yall standing there....YALL MUDDAH FUHKAHS GITTA DAAANCE. DIS SHYTS A PARTEEEH!" Shinra yelledinto themic. The whole crowd lost it and began to cheer. Shinra began to fist pump and the whole crowd followed suit. The masses began to rave even more harder as Shinra scratched the track and dropped even more mad beats into the parties viens. Shinra held one side of headpones to his ear and hus other hand commanded the party orchestra on the DJ set.
Aioai-
Lineage : Bringer of Death
Position : None
Posts : 87
Guild : Basilisk Fang
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 450
Character Sheet
First Skill: Shadow Dragon slayer, 2'nd gen
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
Sweet. Bitter. Soft. Hard. The strength and amount of my poison isn't the problem—Serve me up with something shiny and quick, enough to leave me buzzed with the desire of running back for more. —Aioai |
● Money is money.. But..
Freedom is always taxed..
Freedom is always taxed..
Hot. Mouth to mouth and lips to neck, beauties all round grinded against eachother upon a dancer tables within the sea of the rioting and raving party folk—Tangled together, alcohol dripped like rain against the perfect skinned beauties, bleeding through their purist of the whitest clothes. A victim or a harlot? Joined to this... sinful, lustful and playful event of the party, Aioai and another female Mara found themselves on display—Located behind the bar and hosting as the bartenders of this fine hour, rather hours, both females found themselves overloaded by drunken men desiring more that just ‘simple’ shots, but a little ‘extra’. As each man and female ordered a drink, a pink haired babe dressed in a loose dancer’s top, allowing her bust to wiggle and jiggle to increase the eye candy ability and abusing it’s benefit to get a better end tip—As each word of greet found itself bewitched gliding off tongue “Like it strong or soft; bitter or sweet?”.
Gin, Vodka, Rum, Whiskey, Tequila, Brandy—Name it, served a mixture or a shot glass given straight up, possibly with a drug, for all she knew once a drink was given by a number, there was normally a victim and bless their ending result of tonight. Across the main center crowd, Aioai found herself watching what appeared to be an endless white table with men laid atop of it as female knelt forward to take their line of shots—Leaning her palms into the bar, her body tilted forward as she scanned around with her glittery purple eyes scanned around to all those drunk and/or wasted as they cheered. Within the mind of the Celestial spirit, she found herself staring at displays of stupidity, a fun entertainment and enjoyment that she failed to understand, as she found herself not interested in it and thus, she has never been apart of it. “Still.. You have yet to show any interest in anyone! Maybe.. I should make you go give out body shots” A female yelled, a female named Mara, a mild-long black haired babe with green eyes and a friend to Aioai—Speaking to Aioai in such a tone was a shock as Aioai never enjoyed such tones, but the music was loud and everyone had to yell, but Aioai still refused to.
Turning her head to Mara, the once monotone and icy girl found herself expressing a frown at the words of Mara, she had attacked a soft spot within the misplaced Spirit and thus, Aioai shook her head in disapproval—Like a slave, all Mara had to do was simply give Aioai an order and she would have to follow through with it... She was bought out for this event. “It’s stupid..? These displays of social behavior are something I have never been e—” attempting to explain her case, Mara extended her hand with her index finger pressed against Aioai’s moist pink lips, ceasing the misplaced Spirit’s excuses—That’s what they were, excuses to Mara. “That’s your problem.. I understand you’ve had alot of issues and struggles but you can’t look at everything logically or as if you’ll find something in common with it.. You just go out there and do. Just have fun. You should know what that is. Don’t be scared.. Because that is what you are. Stop trying to act all tough and uptight.. Because you aren’t.” Mara spoke. Speaking like a true best friend and as one, her word quickly forced themselves into knives and stabbed Aioai as she was given a prep-talk. Tracing her narrowed purple eyes downed Mara’s body to the ground, Aioai found herself turning back to the bar as she started towards the contest of who can do their body shot the fastest—Her tongue was found rubbing against her teeth and along her bottom lip in displeasure and annoyance, Mara may have been her boss but it didn’t mean Aioai wouldn’t kick her across the other side of that contest table. Running a hand through her hair, it was worn in a single ponytail with blue jewels attached to the ends of hair—Being more pink than normal, it shined within the neon lights and whatever left over fireworks that found themselves being used. “After this contest, we are going to do a shot contest, you enjoy drinking so you are going to be apart of it. You are going to like it, enjoy it and try to win. Understand?” Mara paused for only a moment, knowing that Aioai was going to listen and there was nothing the misplaced Spirit could do about it and thus, Mara added more added. “Now more you busty booty and get those shot glasses ready!” Her voice attempting to heal the damage done to Aioai, just enough to make the misplaced Spirit seem happy about what she was about to do.
“You are such an unpleasant woman.” Aioai said, indirectly calling Mara a ‘bitch’, as she pressed herself away from the bar and stood up straight as she reached under the bar for shot glasses—slipping each finger in a glass, she pitched her fingers together grabbing five at a time and putting them atop of the bar. “Oh? You mean a bitch? Then.. Lose this and this than. Since I’m such a bitch.” She said. Glaring evilly at Aioai, Mara found herself getting a knife and sliding over to the Spirit with a light slash aimed towards both her top and bottom—Like all strippers or rather, exotic dancers, Aioai wore both a string bikini top and bottoms both white as snow underneath their normal clothes, not for safety, but for getting wet as they tempted to get a little wild. “My bad. You are not a unpleasant woman. You are just my boss who happens to be my friend, whom happens to be one bitchy unpleasant person of the night.” Aioai said as she kicked her clothes to the side. By the time the contest would end, Aioai and Mara would find themselves the whole bar fill with shot glasses with a liquid that was classified as ‘20’ to ‘180’ proof—The brighter the ribbon under the glass, the less the proof was, the darker the proof, being the stronger proof. The idea was not to drink them all, but to out drink eachother, which seemed impossible to most—But Aioai had an devilish smirk on her face, despite being over thousands shot glasses before her. She may have not been the strongest Mage, but she could to alot of things and it was handling her shots..
Gin, Vodka, Rum, Whiskey, Tequila, Brandy—Name it, served a mixture or a shot glass given straight up, possibly with a drug, for all she knew once a drink was given by a number, there was normally a victim and bless their ending result of tonight. Across the main center crowd, Aioai found herself watching what appeared to be an endless white table with men laid atop of it as female knelt forward to take their line of shots—Leaning her palms into the bar, her body tilted forward as she scanned around with her glittery purple eyes scanned around to all those drunk and/or wasted as they cheered. Within the mind of the Celestial spirit, she found herself staring at displays of stupidity, a fun entertainment and enjoyment that she failed to understand, as she found herself not interested in it and thus, she has never been apart of it. “Still.. You have yet to show any interest in anyone! Maybe.. I should make you go give out body shots” A female yelled, a female named Mara, a mild-long black haired babe with green eyes and a friend to Aioai—Speaking to Aioai in such a tone was a shock as Aioai never enjoyed such tones, but the music was loud and everyone had to yell, but Aioai still refused to.
Turning her head to Mara, the once monotone and icy girl found herself expressing a frown at the words of Mara, she had attacked a soft spot within the misplaced Spirit and thus, Aioai shook her head in disapproval—Like a slave, all Mara had to do was simply give Aioai an order and she would have to follow through with it... She was bought out for this event. “It’s stupid..? These displays of social behavior are something I have never been e—” attempting to explain her case, Mara extended her hand with her index finger pressed against Aioai’s moist pink lips, ceasing the misplaced Spirit’s excuses—That’s what they were, excuses to Mara. “That’s your problem.. I understand you’ve had alot of issues and struggles but you can’t look at everything logically or as if you’ll find something in common with it.. You just go out there and do. Just have fun. You should know what that is. Don’t be scared.. Because that is what you are. Stop trying to act all tough and uptight.. Because you aren’t.” Mara spoke. Speaking like a true best friend and as one, her word quickly forced themselves into knives and stabbed Aioai as she was given a prep-talk. Tracing her narrowed purple eyes downed Mara’s body to the ground, Aioai found herself turning back to the bar as she started towards the contest of who can do their body shot the fastest—Her tongue was found rubbing against her teeth and along her bottom lip in displeasure and annoyance, Mara may have been her boss but it didn’t mean Aioai wouldn’t kick her across the other side of that contest table. Running a hand through her hair, it was worn in a single ponytail with blue jewels attached to the ends of hair—Being more pink than normal, it shined within the neon lights and whatever left over fireworks that found themselves being used. “After this contest, we are going to do a shot contest, you enjoy drinking so you are going to be apart of it. You are going to like it, enjoy it and try to win. Understand?” Mara paused for only a moment, knowing that Aioai was going to listen and there was nothing the misplaced Spirit could do about it and thus, Mara added more added. “Now more you busty booty and get those shot glasses ready!” Her voice attempting to heal the damage done to Aioai, just enough to make the misplaced Spirit seem happy about what she was about to do.
“You are such an unpleasant woman.” Aioai said, indirectly calling Mara a ‘bitch’, as she pressed herself away from the bar and stood up straight as she reached under the bar for shot glasses—slipping each finger in a glass, she pitched her fingers together grabbing five at a time and putting them atop of the bar. “Oh? You mean a bitch? Then.. Lose this and this than. Since I’m such a bitch.” She said. Glaring evilly at Aioai, Mara found herself getting a knife and sliding over to the Spirit with a light slash aimed towards both her top and bottom—Like all strippers or rather, exotic dancers, Aioai wore both a string bikini top and bottoms both white as snow underneath their normal clothes, not for safety, but for getting wet as they tempted to get a little wild. “My bad. You are not a unpleasant woman. You are just my boss who happens to be my friend, whom happens to be one bitchy unpleasant person of the night.” Aioai said as she kicked her clothes to the side. By the time the contest would end, Aioai and Mara would find themselves the whole bar fill with shot glasses with a liquid that was classified as ‘20’ to ‘180’ proof—The brighter the ribbon under the glass, the less the proof was, the darker the proof, being the stronger proof. The idea was not to drink them all, but to out drink eachother, which seemed impossible to most—But Aioai had an devilish smirk on her face, despite being over thousands shot glasses before her. She may have not been the strongest Mage, but she could to alot of things and it was handling her shots..
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
Julius Seas- - - - - - - - - -
Lineage : Knight of Destiny
Position : None
Posts : 1623
Guild : Fairy Tail
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 27
Experience : 1,855
Character Sheet
First Skill: Water
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
As Julius had eaten enough from the food stall he decided to walk around a bit more. He saw people drinking, eating, dancing, laughing and even kissing. Julius didn't know how to be at party's like this since he is a foreign and the parties they celebrate there are very different then here in Fiore.
As Julius walked around a bit more he noticed Heero again he was walking around with 2 women. He was holding one hand on the butt of one off the girls but he noticed also a shady man following him Julius didn't trust this and decided to follow them. They then were at a body shot contest Julius has seen one off those contest on the island. Julius was looking around but couldn't see the suspicious man anymore. As Julius was watching the contest it was the guys turn to lay down on the table as they removed their shirts Julius was blushing intensely and was at the edge off having a nosebleed. Before Julius could do that he decided to walk around Magnolia a bit more.
As Julius walked around a bit more he noticed Heero again he was walking around with 2 women. He was holding one hand on the butt of one off the girls but he noticed also a shady man following him Julius didn't trust this and decided to follow them. They then were at a body shot contest Julius has seen one off those contest on the island. Julius was looking around but couldn't see the suspicious man anymore. As Julius was watching the contest it was the guys turn to lay down on the table as they removed their shirts Julius was blushing intensely and was at the edge off having a nosebleed. Before Julius could do that he decided to walk around Magnolia a bit more.
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Rowan Miles-
Lineage : Oblivion's Might
Position : None
Posts : 137
Guild : Guildess
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : N/A
Experience : 2,287
Character Sheet
First Skill: Heavenly Judgement
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
The teen didn't know what else she could do in this situation as the man she had been running from faced the two of them. Her blue eyes peaked around the man she took as her sheild only for them to connect with the other man's as she suggested another way of payment. Eyes went wide and she his once again hid behind Dmitry. Her fingers clung to the cloth of his shirt for mete moments before it slipped from her grasp. A loud thud and cursing could be heard from the other side of the silver haired man. The pinkette didn't fully see what had happened but she figured that her partner had stood up for her. A warm sensation flowed through her body, flowering in her chest. Her hand moved up to clench her chest as she tried to shake away the feeling.
Evia didn't notice that her protector had turned around until innocence looked up into the face of a protective wolf. A flood of red filled her cheeks and she looked away. But upon hearing his next words a tick mark appeared near her temple. She disappeared on him? That was not what had happened. Her cheeks now only slightly pink she glared up at Dmitry. "I did not disappear on you. You left without me! I didn't know where I was, stranded in a crowd of strangers! Then that horney idiot came a-and..." her words faltered off as years appeared in her eyes. "It's all your fault!"
The pinkette quickly turned her back on her partner not wanting him to see the year that had started to prick her eyes. She wasn't going to cry. Not now in front of him. Her dress now was sticking to her legs as the sweat she had developed from running from the man became a suction for the dress. Her hair had escapes from it's hair band and several strands of pink hair hung down in front of her face.
Evia didn't notice that her protector had turned around until innocence looked up into the face of a protective wolf. A flood of red filled her cheeks and she looked away. But upon hearing his next words a tick mark appeared near her temple. She disappeared on him? That was not what had happened. Her cheeks now only slightly pink she glared up at Dmitry. "I did not disappear on you. You left without me! I didn't know where I was, stranded in a crowd of strangers! Then that horney idiot came a-and..." her words faltered off as years appeared in her eyes. "It's all your fault!"
The pinkette quickly turned her back on her partner not wanting him to see the year that had started to prick her eyes. She wasn't going to cry. Not now in front of him. Her dress now was sticking to her legs as the sweat she had developed from running from the man became a suction for the dress. Her hair had escapes from it's hair band and several strands of pink hair hung down in front of her face.
BenjaminSilver Glare
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Lineage : Glory of the Slayer
Position : None
Posts : 811
Guild : Lamia Scale
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : Hati
Experience : 8952
Character Sheet
First Skill: Nature spirit Invocation
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
Suddenly, Dmitry had somehow upset the girl, confusing him to no end. Normally, the feelings of someone he had only recently met wouldn't be much concern to the medium, believing that the opinion of a stranger was of little to no importance. However, due to the state of panic he had been in earlier over this girl having been missing, he was put into a bit of a fluster by this turn of events.
"Uh, wait, hang on a sec, I didn't...ah c'mon don't cry!" Dmitry had no idea how to resolve a situation like this and it was showing. This was what he got for talking without stopping to think first, just as he always did. Realizing he had said something to hurt his guild mate, he stopped for once and slowed down so that he could choose his words a bit more carefully.
"Looked, I just meant...that you oughta stay within earshot from now on, close where I can see you." He said to the crying girl, looking like a dog that had wronged their owner without quite knowing how.
'Wait...are you trying to apologize?!' Hati asked, sounding as if the moon had exploded.
'Shut up, old man. I'm tryin' to think of somethin' to say.' The confused mage snapped back, not in the mood for his mentor's nonsense. After about thirty seconds of silence, he decided to just come out and say it, rather than fiddle about with all these expressions.
"I'm sorry..."
"Uh, wait, hang on a sec, I didn't...ah c'mon don't cry!" Dmitry had no idea how to resolve a situation like this and it was showing. This was what he got for talking without stopping to think first, just as he always did. Realizing he had said something to hurt his guild mate, he stopped for once and slowed down so that he could choose his words a bit more carefully.
"Looked, I just meant...that you oughta stay within earshot from now on, close where I can see you." He said to the crying girl, looking like a dog that had wronged their owner without quite knowing how.
'Wait...are you trying to apologize?!' Hati asked, sounding as if the moon had exploded.
'Shut up, old man. I'm tryin' to think of somethin' to say.' The confused mage snapped back, not in the mood for his mentor's nonsense. After about thirty seconds of silence, he decided to just come out and say it, rather than fiddle about with all these expressions.
"I'm sorry..."
Rowan Miles-
Lineage : Oblivion's Might
Position : None
Posts : 137
Guild : Guildess
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : N/A
Experience : 2,287
Character Sheet
First Skill: Heavenly Judgement
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
Evia couldn't look back at Dmitry as he tried to talk to her thinking that she would forgive him the minute that she saw him. His silvery grey hair and his mismatched coloured eyes that seemed to stand with both innocence and the feeling that he as seen too much in his own life time. The girl quickly shook her head as she tried to erase these ideas of the man from her head. No she would not. Just as she was managing to push the ideas from her head the pinkette heard the man trying to rephrase his words into a sentence that she might not find as insulting.
Her body began to turn around to face the man and found herself with a puppy. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the puppy seeming to want to please their master and looking up at them with hope for forgiveness. Evia reached out as the last words of Dmitry's reached her ears, the words of resentment and hope of forgiveness. Her hand placed itself on top of his silvery hair and ruffled it slightly. It was really soft. A shy and happily simple smile graced the lips of the girl. A smile of simple joys that she had never shown anyone before.
Fireworks burst above their heads and the moment was over just as it began. The pink haired girl snapped her hand back and blushed bright red as she turned away. "I won't leave, but don't look at me like that. B-besides I'm not staying because you asked me too but because I don't want to be harassed again by a stranger and you are the only person that I know here." Her ears were tinted a light red signalling that she was embarrassed and flustered as she told a semi-lie.
The party echoed around the two people having fun and getting drunk, so what were they going to do now?
Her body began to turn around to face the man and found herself with a puppy. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the puppy seeming to want to please their master and looking up at them with hope for forgiveness. Evia reached out as the last words of Dmitry's reached her ears, the words of resentment and hope of forgiveness. Her hand placed itself on top of his silvery hair and ruffled it slightly. It was really soft. A shy and happily simple smile graced the lips of the girl. A smile of simple joys that she had never shown anyone before.
Fireworks burst above their heads and the moment was over just as it began. The pink haired girl snapped her hand back and blushed bright red as she turned away. "I won't leave, but don't look at me like that. B-besides I'm not staying because you asked me too but because I don't want to be harassed again by a stranger and you are the only person that I know here." Her ears were tinted a light red signalling that she was embarrassed and flustered as she told a semi-lie.
The party echoed around the two people having fun and getting drunk, so what were they going to do now?
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Mentor : Gabriel & Legion
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L exa had known the party was going on. She knew there would be tons of people here, and that they'd all be having as much fun as physically possible. She knew that Clover wasn't the only place that was hit by a member of the Achnologia Fan Club, and that Magnolia got pretty fucked. She let out a sigh as she was crouched atop the ruins of the walls of the town watching the lights in the distance. 'He's somewhere in that...' she thought nervously, having never done a hit on someone who was in the middle of a massive ass rave party. She let out a deep breath feeling thankful she'd left her priority in the care of her guild, though she knew that soon she wouldn't have that luxury anymore. This was it... the last time she'd be Black Rose's best assassin... soon to be nothing more than a homeless person when this was done. The blonde girl had her doubts about it, she honestly didn't want to leave home, she wanted to stay and keep things simple but the fact stood that it would be impossible until she knew who and what she was. This hit wasn't put up by some wealthy man, trying to kill off competition. It wasn't a matter of some orphans who saved their entire life's funds to buy the most half assed assassin with the hopes he or she wouldn't screw up. No, this was someone who's rewarding Lexa with the thing she wanted more than any amount of jewel this would could fork over. This was the reward of knowledge. The hit was for a certain member of the band to be taken out quietly, and in exchange Lexa would get a stack of clues about where she's actually from.The target was a man who knew about her all too well. He was present for the countless experiments performed on her, as well as the one who'd erased her memories. Of course, she hadn't known this. To her, it was just another hit. The contractor had told her that he was under cover. He was disguised as one of the party guests, but Lexa had read and entire file on the man. His childhood, up till his twenties were all perfectly detailed. Between age twenty and thrity-nine there was a blank area where he'd dropped off the grid entirely. Her contractor said that nineteen year gap, was part of Lexa's life. It was Lexa's death, and her rebirth at the same time. If Lexa killed this man, she'd be awarded a single piece of knowledge that would tell her where to get all the answers she'd want. 'But why was he here? Why would a scientist suddenly reemerge out of the blue to attend a party...' Lexa had pondered that question for a few moments as she watched the lights from the festivities and suddenly sensed it. "There's wizards there..." she said under her breath. Two miles out, beyond the range she should be able sense even the most powerful of mages, she was able to sense a mass of magic power. It wasn't one or two super powerful mages, it was a whole cluster of them in one area... a whole cluster of test subjects. For now... Lexa was still a Black Rose Ace, one of the highest regarded members of Omen, and one of the most powerful of their wizards. The MC would never admit to it, but Black Rose was their ace in the hole. When they needed someone killed, when they needed dark secrets buries, or if they needed someone else's dark secrets brought to light... Black Rose. So now, a multitude of mages, many of the MC's beloved legal guild's mages, were at risk of becoming guinea pigs without knowing it... and Lexa was the one who'd have to stop it. Lexa looked out over the distant and saw a bunch of Rune Knights wearing black armour, a request made so they wouldn't disturb the festivities by making people feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, a group of men, one for each knight, appeared and stuck something in the knight's necks. The men were all dressed exactly like the knights, so when the knights fell asleep the BRSTG acted in their stead. "Guard's knocked out miss Grimoire, you're in the green." a whisper came in over Lexa's ear piece. "Got it, I'm moving into position." she said calmly and began running across the roofs jumping over one of the sleeping Rune Knights. Lexa knew her guild master would pin her ass to the wall as s trophy for having lied, saying the operation was in Kakuma's name; but Lexa could worry about that later. Upon reaching one of the roofs overlooking the area, she'd seen a rather tall man looking around with a flustered expression shouting. There was so much noise she didn't hear what he was calling out, but that answered itself when a girl with pink hair ran to him for comfort. "So big bro's got a girl now?" Lexa said softly with a smile. She knew he wouldn't pick up her magic presence, there were so many mages here all of them just blurred together and drowned individual ones out. Lexa would have asked him for help had he been alone, after all, he did help her out back on Lightning Island, and had proven to be a valuable asset in doing so. But he was enjoying the pleasures of being human, being allowed to fall in love, or be blinded by confusion as it happened right under his nose. She watched him defend the girl, and then begin to bicker with her, and then try to comfort her. "Must be nice..." Lexa said with a bit of envy in her heart. For her, love was nothing more than a concept... the only thing she truly cared for was her adopted sister, but she wouldn't want to date her cause that'd be incest. Lexa's focus on the two love birds was interrupted by the sight of a man being flung a hilarious distance by a man who's arm was made of water. The type of magic he used was interesting, something Lexa wanted to jump down, screw her mission and ask him about it. She naturally had to force her natural desire for magical knowledge to piss off, for now she had a mad scientist to stop. But the problem was that she didn't have a current picture of him... nor did she like having to inconspicuously kill someone in the middle of a giant freaking party. "Target sighted. Brown male with blonde, short hair currently making his way to the punch bowl. Apparent age is mid to late twenties." the BRSTG operative whispered to Lexa. She scanned the area, looking for the described person for a few seconds. "I've got eyes on target, how do you know that's him?" Lexa asked. "Skull shaped tat left side on the back of his neck. He's had it since he was sixteen, and it looks a bit stretched out." the man replied. "Good work." Lexa said before disappearing from sight. She reappeared directly in the path of the man, allowing him to run into her. The man backed up "Whoa, sorry 'bout that sweet cheeks- what... X... X-003!?" the man was trembling. He began looking around frantically, noticing that the Rune Knights were on the roof. "Stargazer Armour..." Lexa said calmly. Lexa was engulfed by a burst of moonlight that formed an old, oriental assailant's suits over her body. The man, having realized he had no other option snapped his fingers to reveal his truest form. His skin turned white with many scars from performing experiments on himself. His hair turned dark brown, and his eyes became yellow. "So what brings you here, and where's Taranis?" the man said with a cocky voice as the civilians around the scientist began backing up, forming a large circle around the two. "Doctor Travis James Caligula, you're under arrest for conducting illegal experiments, as well as for the abduction of well over ten thousand children!" Lexa shouted, the band in the background reduced her words down to little more than more indiscernible noise to those not embarrassingly close to her. Lexa knew killing him without making a scene was impossible. For now, she would arrest him and kill the man when he was in the brig back in Lavanitir. He pulled out a scalpel coated with a virulent toxin that would slowly kill even the strongest of venom mages, wearing a cocky smile while doing it. Those in the immediate circle began whispering to each other, many thinking it was just part of the show since Lexa wasn't exactly a known face. The 'Rune Knights' all pulled out crossbows, taking aim on the man just in case it got too sticky, but they wouldn't fire without needing to. They were tasked with acting as the knights would, and doing their best not to disturb the peace. Meanwhile, Lexa took a fighting stance while pulling out a small, silver dagger that she held in a backwards grip. She would look for an opening, and hopefully, one of the many non-dark wizards would be kind enough to distract the man for a few seconds. "Only ten? Sorry doll, buy there were twenty three thousand and two before you, and that's after we started keeping count." he said with a gin. Lexa's eyes grew wide under her mask at his confession... not the number, but the fact that he said 'before you' in that sentence. He charged at Lexa, taking advantage of her slightly dazed state of being. 1,613 TAG |
credit to nat of adoxography and gangnam style.
((OOC: Marschal, Almyra, Evia, Dmitry, Alyia, Bravo, Elyx, and Venir are the only people I'd like to jump in on this small development, but only 1 of those people please. Mostly because those people are either: Awesome people, guild mates, Rune Knights, or previous job partners. This is a storyline development thing, and I did have Heero's permission.))
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Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.
Being approached by a complete stranger was not something in which the blonde slayer had expected to happen. Truth be told she actually mistaken him for someone else at first. It didn't help that her tipsiness made him look more like a certain mage of Black Rose as he approached. "Eh?" She asked taken aback when someone had clearly addressed her, the woman was still trying to comprehend the reasoning for such a large scale party. Even his question had taken a few moments to completely register in her head. "Why I'm here alone?" She echoed back, practically having to shout over the music and crowd. "I guess I'm more of a party crasher than anything. I wasn't invited but here I am!" Another glass of flaming liquid was shoved into her hands, and before the blonde could resist it she had downed it all again. It was just as strong as she remembered it, only making the blonde that much more bubbly, and her vision even more blurry. "Not that anyone's gonna notice an extra person or two in this crowd am I right or what Elyx!?" She laughed slinging her arm around the stranger who was not Elyx but rather someone named Cain.
The blonde slayer did not realize her mistake in identifying the male until the real Elyx had approached. They both had brown hair so it was very easy for the blurry eyed Venir to get the two mixed up, and for a moment she thought she was seeing in two's. "E-Elyx!?" She replied to his question, inquiring if he knew her from somewhere. "There's two of you!?" She swayed for a moment, her grip about Cain tightening for a moment until she threw herself at the actual Elyx, gripping him in an almost bone breaking hug, "IT'S VENIR!" She wailed happily, "How could you not recognize me?" Two drinks in to the night and Venir was completely plastered, a hiccup that sounded more like a squeak escaping her lips. She was drunk enough to not realize that there wasn't two Elyx's, and that Elyx himself wouldn't be able to recognize her after her change.
Slightly drunk Venir seemed to be a bubbly, happy, and very touchy one for that matter. To some that wouldn't have been surprising but there certainly had to have been a few surprised souls out there, after all since becoming a slayer she had a nasty temper. It was hard to say just how long her golden mood would last, or how quickly she would get involved in a fight. For now though the blonde was more than content in trying to embrace both the males at the same time, all too lovingly, like an older sister bringing them both into her arms. "Two Elyx's!" She squealed again, holding Elyx and Cain tightly, "That means you're twice as nice!" She laughed, there was no doubt her embrace was uncomfortable in more ways than one. Perhaps the most uncomfortable part of it would have been her unnaturally hot body temperature, the alcohol throwing all sense of self-control out the window.
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Kanix giggled some more when she felt the heavy weight of a jewel bag being placed in the hood of the jacket. "Oh, how lovely of you, sir!" the dark mage thanked the passerby, digging into the hood for the bag and pulling it out. "Would like the jewels? I think this jacket fits just fine on me, so I'd buy it off you if you would let me." Kanix smiled sweetly at Zecarayus, holding the bag in front of her, between her forefinger and her thumb. "You are awfully kind to help me out, especially when you don't even know who I am. I mean, what if I'm a dark mage for all you know?" She was not intentionally revealing herself, but, moreover, playing off the act of innocence and flirtatiousness.
"A man like you is more than deserving of a woman," Kanix leaned toward him and whispered into his ear. She would pull back and wink at him before tossing the bag at him if he had already not taken it from her. "As much as I appreciate your help, I am no damsel in distress, Zecarayus, and it's best you watch yourself around me." Kanix would try to press herself against him momentarily in a hug, squishing her breasts against him, then turn on her way.
It was time she found some other type of entertainment now anyway, so she walked off, though briefly looked back at Zecarayus. Such a fun lad he had been, she would have to remember that the next time she encountered him, and who knew when that would be.
"A man like you is more than deserving of a woman," Kanix leaned toward him and whispered into his ear. She would pull back and wink at him before tossing the bag at him if he had already not taken it from her. "As much as I appreciate your help, I am no damsel in distress, Zecarayus, and it's best you watch yourself around me." Kanix would try to press herself against him momentarily in a hug, squishing her breasts against him, then turn on her way.
It was time she found some other type of entertainment now anyway, so she walked off, though briefly looked back at Zecarayus. Such a fun lad he had been, she would have to remember that the next time she encountered him, and who knew when that would be.
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Age : 27
Mentor : Deniel
Experience : 1,362,393
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Second Skill: Fallen Angel Take Over
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The blonde didn't know how she felt with someone that she barely knew touching her like the male below her was. But at this moment this was not on her mind as another drink was passed up to her. She stared to sip on this one too as the quartet began to move in a direction. The angel had never been this tall without using her wings and she found it fun as she looked down at the people below her. A smirk graced her lips as she lifted the cup to her lips and downed it as well. The angel had begun to feel the affects of the alcohol on her system making as she no longer focused on the hand that was on her rear. Alyia had worked on her tolerance much more than she remembered either that or the alcohol was not as strong as she thought it to be. Suddenly the quartet of mages broke through a line of people leaving a large table in front of them that had several people sitting on it, all females and males in front of the girls. What was this for? The misty question floated through her head but was not focused on as the angel was suddenly removed from Heero's shoulder and placed onto the table. Her eyes were wide as she looked around, finally landing on Heero who seemed to be glaring at her. Why was glaring at her, not thinking too much about it she glared back before her lips quirking up into a smirk. She didn't know what was going on but it seemed like a competition. Her ears pricked up at the sound of instructions and her cheeks began to flare in embarrassment, what? She had never done this before. Soon the girls around her were laying down on the tables and just following the flow she laid down as well. She closed her eyes at the cold feeling of the lemon pieces being placed on her chest and a shiver ran through her body. She could feel the liquid being poured in between the slices of lemon and a drop sliding down her skin. The sudden sound of a gun shot echoed through the air and Alyia could suddenly feel warm hands against her skin and a body between her legs. Her eyes snapped shut when something warm touched her skin running along it replacing the cold liquid that was there only seconds before. Her hands curled up at her sides trying not to squirm but as another splash of cool liquid hit her skin the angel's hands moved up to cling to the shirt of the boy who was leaning over her drinking out of lemons that resided on her chest. Her bottom lip was pulled into her mouth and she bit down on it. The sensation that was rushing through her body was strange to her, it was warm and addicting. She could feel the hands on her hips tighten as the number of shot that were placed on her body started to grow. Only a few seconds later she could feel the body between her legs pulling away from her and her own being pulled off the table at lightning speed. Alyia spun around and looked at the blue haired person on the table and without a second thought mounted onto his legs, hers on either side of them. She had seen other girls like this and it seemed to work for them. The lemons her placed on the abdomen of the man below her and the alcohol was poured between them. Her cheeks flushed for a moment before she leaned forwards and placed her lips between the lemons drinking up the liquid that was placed there. Her pulled away only a few inches and waited for the spotter to refill the lemons and in seconds her lips were pressed back against the hot skin on the person below her and the bitter lemons. She didn't know how many she had done all she could feel was the burning liquid pass her lips and the warm feeling of Heero's skin against her lips. She could only hear muffled sounds of Heero cheering her on as she drank shot after shot. Her hands hand moved to wither side of the mans chest making it easier for her to go down time and time again to drink the liquid that was placed onto the man below her. A bell suddenly went off as she pulled away from Heero's abdomen, she knew it was her last shot, not that she was counting but the woman next to her flipped a number every time the girl took a shot from the body under her. Alyia pulled away from Heero and looked up, her face was flushed and her hair shifted so that it was slightly messy and hanging in front of her eyes. Alyia didn't know what she looked like now and she didn't care as a motion caught her eye. Her hear turned to look at it and it took her a minute but she spotted a flash of magic. Eyes narrowing the blonde moved so that she was slightly sitting on Heero's lap with one knee up and the other placed behind her for a take off. One second the angel was there and the next she wasn't. Alyia hadn't thought of it as she launched herself over Heero that her panties would be visible to him, but the thought suddenly hit her as she flew to the girl who seemed to be in trouble. Her cheek flared once again, this time from embarrassment. It took the angel no time to reach the girl and the weird guy who seemed to be threatening her. She watched him as he made a move to strike but her hand was there. Catching his wrist she redirected the man so he went past both of them. She then placed a well pristine foot on his ass and gave him a little push making the man fall forwards. She smiled as he turned around to look at Alyia, her smile seeming to stun him as she walked by back to the shots table to see who had won, ruffling his hair. She didn't know what had happened afterwards but she girl knew that the man was watching her sway her hips, sashay back to where she came from, hypnotized. |
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- The blonde didn't know how she felt with someone that she barely knew touching her like the male below her was. But at this moment this was not on her mind as another drink was passed up to her. She stared to sip on this one too as the quartet began to move in a direction. The angel had never been this tall without using her wings and she found it fun as she looked down at the people below her. A smirk graced her lips as she lifted the cup to her lips and downed it as well. The angel had begun to feel the affects of the alcohol on her system making as she no longer focused on the hand that was on her rear. Alyia had worked on her tolerance much more than she remembered either that or the alcohol was not as strong as she thought it to be.
Suddenly the quartet of mages broke through a line of people leaving a large table in front of them that had several people sitting on it, all females and males in front of the girls. What was this for? The misty question floated through her head but was not focused on as the angel was suddenly removed from Heero's shoulder and placed onto the table. Her eyes were wide as she looked around, finally landing on Heero who seemed to be glaring at her. Why was glaring at her, not thinking too much about it she glared back before her lips quirking up into a smirk. She didn't know what was going on but it seemed like a competition. Her ears pricked up at the sound of instructions and her cheeks began to flare in embarrassment, what? She had never done this before. Soon the girls around her were laying down on the tables and just following the flow she laid down as well. She closed her eyes at the cold feeling of the lemon pieces being placed on her chest and a shiver ran through her body. She could feel the liquid being poured in between the slices of lemon and a drop sliding down her skin.
The sudden sound of a gun shot echoed through the air and Alyia could suddenly feel warm hands against her skin and a body between her legs. Her eyes snapped shut when something warm touched her skin running along it replacing the cold liquid that was there only seconds before. Her hands curled up at her sides trying not to squirm but as another splash of cool liquid hit her skin the angel's hands moved up to cling to the shirt of the boy who was leaning over her drinking out of lemons that resided on her chest. Her bottom lip was pulled into her mouth and she bit down on it. The sensation that was rushing through her body was strange to her, it was warm and addicting. She could feel the hands on her hips tighten as the number of shot that were placed on her body started to grow.
Only a few seconds later she could feel the body between her legs pulling away from her and her own being pulled off the table at lightning speed. Alyia spun around and looked at the blue haired person on the table and without a second thought mounted onto his legs, hers on either side of them. She had seen other girls like this and it seemed to work for them. The lemons her placed on the abdomen of the man below her and the alcohol was poured between them. Her cheeks flushed for a moment before she leaned forwards and placed her lips between the lemons drinking up the liquid that was placed there. Her pulled away only a few inches and waited for the spotter to refill the lemons and in seconds her lips were pressed back against the hot skin on the person below her and the bitter lemons. She didn't know how many she had done all she could feel was the burning liquid pass her lips and the warm feeling of Heero's skin against her lips. She could only hear muffled sounds of Heero cheering her on as she drank shot after shot. Her hands hand moved to wither side of the mans chest making it easier for her to go down time and time again to drink the liquid that was placed onto the man below her.
A bell suddenly went off as she pulled away from Heero's abdomen, she knew it was her last shot, not that she was counting but the woman next to her flipped a number every time the girl took a shot from the body under her. Alyia pulled away from Heero and looked up, her face was flushed and her hair shifted so that it was slightly messy and hanging in front of her eyes. Alyia didn't know what she looked like now and she didn't care as a motion caught her eye. Her hear turned to look at it and it took her a minute but she spotted a flash of magic. Eyes narrowing the blonde moved so that she was slightly sitting on Heero's lap with one knee up and the other placed behind her for a take off. One second the angel was there and the next she wasn't.
Alyia hadn't thought of it as she launched herself over Heero that her panties would be visible to him, but the thought suddenly hit her as she flew to the girl who seemed to be in trouble. Her cheek flared once again, this time from embarrassment. It took the angel no time to reach the girl and the weird guy who seemed to be threatening her. She watched him as he made a move to strike but her hand was there. Catching his wrist she redirected the man so he went past both of them. She then placed a well pristine foot on his ass and gave him a little push making the man fall forwards. She smiled as he turned around to look at Alyia, her smile seeming to stun him as she walked by back to the shots table to see who had won, ruffling his hair. She didn't know what had happened afterwards but she girl knew that the man was watching her sway her hips, sashay back to where she came from, hypnotized.
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Michael Lancelot was not a happy camper.
The Rune Knights wanted to insure that the mages at this party were accounted for, a celebration such as this having the potential to get...messy. It didn't help that the guild hosting this party happened to be one of the most notoriously destructive legal guilds in all of Fiore, Fairy Tail.
Michael understood all this. That did not mean he liked it.
He was chosen as an auxiliary to the knights in this area, believing that somebody with his level of training could be of use in case things got out of hand. That was what they told him, at least. Michael, however, knew full well the reasons for his being in such a dead-end assignment, far from the purpose he joined the Rune Knights in the first place. It had been evident during his time at the academy that his superiors had wished to give him a clerical position, most likely the influence of his family. That wish was dashed when he joined the combat core, but even now, the roles he was given seemed childish at best.
At the moment, he was standing on a roof top near the celebration, overseeing the security of this event. He was about to head back down, seeing no value in staying where he was, when something caught his attention. A figure, hidden by the darkness, was moving from rooftop to rooftop, far more swiftly than any civilian could accomplish.
"Squad two, this is Sword 1." Michael said, holding a finger to the communications lacrima in his ear. "Are you seeing this? I've got...something moving over the rooftops. Can you get a visual?" There was no response. Before he could try again, a hand was placed on his left shoulder and something sharp was thrust at his neck. Due to the suspicion he was under when the assailant made his move, the ambush was foiled and the noble was able to narrowly avoid being stabbed with whatever was in the syringe. As soon as he was away from the 'weapon', he drew his sword and hit his opponent in the back of the head with the flat side of the blade, knocking him out cold. Sheathing his sword, he immediately made his way back down the building, raising his remaining knights on his comm-line.
"All squads, be advised! Something's not right!" He began sprinting in the direction he'd seen the figure from earlier moving, believing she had to have something to do with this. "I'm pursuing a suspect in some kind of ambush! Be on guard for perpetrators dressed in black armor!" Soon, the knight was pushing and shoving his way through the crowds, trying to head the figure off. "Move! Rune Knights, make way!" Eventually he came upon someone in a strange armor directly in his path, seemingly confronting some man. Michael was about to pass the two of them by, until the man charged at the woman in the armor. Reacting just before he reached her, the young Lancelot grabbed the man's arm and forced it behind his back, shoving him into a wall and slapping a pair of anti-magic hand cuffs.
"In the name of the Magic Council, your under arrest for attempted assault, suspicious behavior in a public area, and lewd and lascivious conduct towards a minor. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used in a court of law." Having said what he was trained to say, Michael took hold of the cuffed man and began moving him out of the area, when he saw the row of 'knights' rooftop nearby. Remembering that the man who attacked him was wearing their armor, Michael slowly put a hand to his lacrima. "Squad 1?...Squad 3, do you copy?"
No response.
The Rune Knights wanted to insure that the mages at this party were accounted for, a celebration such as this having the potential to get...messy. It didn't help that the guild hosting this party happened to be one of the most notoriously destructive legal guilds in all of Fiore, Fairy Tail.
Michael understood all this. That did not mean he liked it.
He was chosen as an auxiliary to the knights in this area, believing that somebody with his level of training could be of use in case things got out of hand. That was what they told him, at least. Michael, however, knew full well the reasons for his being in such a dead-end assignment, far from the purpose he joined the Rune Knights in the first place. It had been evident during his time at the academy that his superiors had wished to give him a clerical position, most likely the influence of his family. That wish was dashed when he joined the combat core, but even now, the roles he was given seemed childish at best.
At the moment, he was standing on a roof top near the celebration, overseeing the security of this event. He was about to head back down, seeing no value in staying where he was, when something caught his attention. A figure, hidden by the darkness, was moving from rooftop to rooftop, far more swiftly than any civilian could accomplish.
"Squad two, this is Sword 1." Michael said, holding a finger to the communications lacrima in his ear. "Are you seeing this? I've got...something moving over the rooftops. Can you get a visual?" There was no response. Before he could try again, a hand was placed on his left shoulder and something sharp was thrust at his neck. Due to the suspicion he was under when the assailant made his move, the ambush was foiled and the noble was able to narrowly avoid being stabbed with whatever was in the syringe. As soon as he was away from the 'weapon', he drew his sword and hit his opponent in the back of the head with the flat side of the blade, knocking him out cold. Sheathing his sword, he immediately made his way back down the building, raising his remaining knights on his comm-line.
"All squads, be advised! Something's not right!" He began sprinting in the direction he'd seen the figure from earlier moving, believing she had to have something to do with this. "I'm pursuing a suspect in some kind of ambush! Be on guard for perpetrators dressed in black armor!" Soon, the knight was pushing and shoving his way through the crowds, trying to head the figure off. "Move! Rune Knights, make way!" Eventually he came upon someone in a strange armor directly in his path, seemingly confronting some man. Michael was about to pass the two of them by, until the man charged at the woman in the armor. Reacting just before he reached her, the young Lancelot grabbed the man's arm and forced it behind his back, shoving him into a wall and slapping a pair of anti-magic hand cuffs.
"In the name of the Magic Council, your under arrest for attempted assault, suspicious behavior in a public area, and lewd and lascivious conduct towards a minor. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used in a court of law." Having said what he was trained to say, Michael took hold of the cuffed man and began moving him out of the area, when he saw the row of 'knights' rooftop nearby. Remembering that the man who attacked him was wearing their armor, Michael slowly put a hand to his lacrima. "Squad 1?...Squad 3, do you copy?"
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Gabriel Anthello-
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Needless to say Cain had bit off a bit more than he could chew; and the night was still young. Equal parts pleasantly surprised and confused as he found himself sharing his personal space with the young lady who's name he still knew not. It appeared she had mistaken him for some other guy, Heh if she has mistaken me for her boyfriend then as long as we don't run into the real deal; I can skip the relationship building side of this and get right to the good part... shamelessly Cain planned how he was to perpetuate the deception. A smug smile grew on his face as his head brew with plans of despicable exploitation of his good fortune. That was until he heard her cry "E-Elyx!?"
His smile vanished and his eyes went wide No way! Already? I didn't even get to- Cain's surely inappropriate train of thought was cut violently as Venir's grip suddenly tightened and he felt his ever squishy frame strain to the brink of breaking. The fragile fool practically squeaked like a rubber duck as he was pulled into a deadly double bear hug. "Oh geez lighten the grip! You're gonna break me in two!"
Finding himself between a rock and a very hot place he knew not what to do. No matter how Cain looked at it he was right screwed. He was now literal inches away from the real Elyx-who he didn't even get to properly pretend to be yet- and was being held agaisnt his will by a now apparently crazy drunk chick who he could only guess was the real Elyx's lady friend.
One of the two were bound to kill him.
Keep cool Cain. You've been in tighter jams then this before. Just keep a level head and OH GOD WHY IS IT SO HOT! Venir's intense body heat was rapidly getting to the lowlife and she was showing no signs of letting go or cooling down any time soon. He was trapped; and for all he knew soon to be dead, so he did the only natural thing: complain, "I never thought this was how I'd go out. Brutally hugged into two pieces by the literal hottest girl I've ever met. My only regret is that this death isn't as pleasant as it sounds on paper."
His smile vanished and his eyes went wide No way! Already? I didn't even get to- Cain's surely inappropriate train of thought was cut violently as Venir's grip suddenly tightened and he felt his ever squishy frame strain to the brink of breaking. The fragile fool practically squeaked like a rubber duck as he was pulled into a deadly double bear hug. "Oh geez lighten the grip! You're gonna break me in two!"
Finding himself between a rock and a very hot place he knew not what to do. No matter how Cain looked at it he was right screwed. He was now literal inches away from the real Elyx-who he didn't even get to properly pretend to be yet- and was being held agaisnt his will by a now apparently crazy drunk chick who he could only guess was the real Elyx's lady friend.
One of the two were bound to kill him.
Keep cool Cain. You've been in tighter jams then this before. Just keep a level head and OH GOD WHY IS IT SO HOT! Venir's intense body heat was rapidly getting to the lowlife and she was showing no signs of letting go or cooling down any time soon. He was trapped; and for all he knew soon to be dead, so he did the only natural thing: complain, "I never thought this was how I'd go out. Brutally hugged into two pieces by the literal hottest girl I've ever met. My only regret is that this death isn't as pleasant as it sounds on paper."
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King ElyxThe Vanquisher
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Lineage : Quatro and Stella
Position : In bed with the harem
Posts : 4043
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Age : 27
Experience : 1,538,536.25
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The weird display began when he noticed the drink in her hand. All right, he was still able to list a few familiar faces that liked to get drunk. Or at least drink a lot without getting drunk. He did not want even a small drop of that stuff in his body, he could not trust a different person with his body and his secrets. And if he were to pass out at a party... Listen, that was about as good as sleeping at a bar or a club. The first time you do that is going to be the first time you end up in a drunk state with someone else on the bed. The thought of that injected a small needle of fear into him. What helped add to that fear was when she recognized him. At first, he would have been happy if the blonde had noticed him. However, it seemed like she was going to have to keep a bit of distance from him, or he might have to place a blade through her if she did not pay attention to a warning.
But then, it turned out, he did not have to do anything of the sort. She introduced herself as a fitting person named Venir, and in quite the loud tone as well, especially above the noise of the crowd. From there, she held some person named... Cain... In her grip before going for Elyx. Before she could get to him, he had to make sure his Celestial Spirit, so he had to push Phoena out of the way so she would not end up in the death hold that Ven would call a hug. His body was resistant to the pain since they had about equal strength, but it still hurt since she was not being careful with her deadly grip. T-Two... O-f us... N-No! He would attempt to say over the noise of the party, he had much hopes that she was able to hear him. His arms would wiggle a little bit in an attempt to escape the hold, but she had him held in the hard in the hug and so closely, no room to move.
Another thing that made this uncomfortable was that though Ven was currently shameless about who was watching, he had an idea that made him want to escape. This was way too close for personal space. The second problem would be her body heat. Way hotter than the average humans. Elyx was used to it though, he was able to withstand the heat, he lived with Ignite for almost a year now. Heat does not hurt him much anymore. With as much strength as he could muster, he would try to get Phoena's help. Ph- Ph... Unable to speak, he gasped as much as he could for this. This hug was far too loving, it did not even let him live either. His mind was not a lustful one either, so he does not believe himself to be so lucky either.
But then, it turned out, he did not have to do anything of the sort. She introduced herself as a fitting person named Venir, and in quite the loud tone as well, especially above the noise of the crowd. From there, she held some person named... Cain... In her grip before going for Elyx. Before she could get to him, he had to make sure his Celestial Spirit, so he had to push Phoena out of the way so she would not end up in the death hold that Ven would call a hug. His body was resistant to the pain since they had about equal strength, but it still hurt since she was not being careful with her deadly grip. T-Two... O-f us... N-No! He would attempt to say over the noise of the party, he had much hopes that she was able to hear him. His arms would wiggle a little bit in an attempt to escape the hold, but she had him held in the hard in the hug and so closely, no room to move.
Another thing that made this uncomfortable was that though Ven was currently shameless about who was watching, he had an idea that made him want to escape. This was way too close for personal space. The second problem would be her body heat. Way hotter than the average humans. Elyx was used to it though, he was able to withstand the heat, he lived with Ignite for almost a year now. Heat does not hurt him much anymore. With as much strength as he could muster, he would try to get Phoena's help. Ph- Ph... Unable to speak, he gasped as much as he could for this. This hug was far too loving, it did not even let him live either. His mind was not a lustful one either, so he does not believe himself to be so lucky either.
DecayussThe Nephilim
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"A wanderer--WHAT DID I MISS!?"
Deniel's very first instinctive was to laugh at Heero's response, a bit of joy filling him up as it was the answer that he was hoping for and anticipated. The seriousness of his nature and the coldness of his heart could be melted away for at least one day, regardless of how many people attending. Something like that was never too much to ask for. Following Heero to wherever he may be leading himself and the two females perched upon his shoulders, Deniel managed to snatch himself yet a second glass of whatever kind of alcohol that he managed to get his hands on whilst going through the crowd; downing that one faster than the first, mostly due to the sheer amount of distaste he had for its flavor, he followed it up with a brief gag. The effects of alcohol would take an enormous quantity to intoxicate the mental state of the Nephalem, for his body not only had a huge tolerance, but an insane metabolism, far exceeding any normal person. And more than likely anyone at this current party. The rules of the competition he and Heero seemed to have accidentally stumbled upon were explained as Deniel got yet another glass filled, and downed that as well. Though the liquid didn't even stay in his mouth for long, as he pointed a loud spit of it straight from his mouth, just so he wouldn't choke out of surprise. "Excuse me!? You want me to---...."
His expression was incredibly shocked, as his red eyes darted from left to right. He didn't mind at all that he was put into the competition as a surprise, and announced as an ex Guild Master, in fact he was looking forward to some kind of friendly competition within the party, though the magnitude of...intimacy...? That this kind of thing would require was a bit beyond what he was initially willing to do. Quickly downing another drink, Deniel didn't know what he could do; it was far too late to back out now, and he didn't want to disappoint everyone surrounding him, though at the same time he felt a sense of embarrassment--very rare for him--because of the action, and the people surrounding him: Alyia for one already made it bad enough, and he had to do this to Heero's sister....with him right next to her. A small sense of regret hit him initially inside of himself deeply, and he couldn't help but hit himself a little bit on the inside. Any attempt he could intoxicate himself and at the very least reduce the memory of this occurrence would be null due to his tolerance; for the first time he had actually disliked his alcohol tolerance. Though before any further protest could come out of his mouth, the competition had already begun, and it was too late.
Competitive. Win. You are Nephalem! Nothing can defeat you! Though it was incredibly ridiculous for Deniel to be motivating himself to win such a...derogatory competition, he had no other choice, and there was no way that he would be shamed for running away or losing. Resting aside any resentful thoughts of regret or embarrassment, a serious look spread itself across his face as his hands got a firm grip on to Alye's hips. "Sorryforthis." His apology was brief and fast, as already he was a little bit behind by two shots or so in comparison to everyone else, four to Heero. At the very least it was polite for him to do so before anything even started. Initially doubting his ability to actually perform this competition to the best of his ability, or even on the level of Heero, Deniel found himself quickly taking the lead. He and Alye had begun at a later time than everyone else due to his pathetic hesitation, but he found himself more skillful than he anticipated. His tolerance once again worked to his advantage, for each shot that he took did not hinder his performance not even in the slightest, and each of his shot was taken faster than the last. One.....two....three...four, five,sixseveneightnineteneleventwelvethirteenfourteenfifteen! Finished within literally second, far before anyone else had done it, Deniel swiftly let go of Alye and switched places with him.
One other factor that motivated him to do well was that if he was done sooner, so would Alye and they could get this over with. As he pulled his shirt up so Alye could take her turn at shots from him, he noticed....they were in first. It was a shock! Heero and Alyia were tailing close behind, though. "Come on, Alye! You've got this!" He was shocked again. He couldn't believe he just said that. He just edged on Alye to take some alcohol out of his abdominal area...today was already a weird day. Though to some degree, he looked forward to the rest of his experience. Both the rest of the competition, and the events that followed. It was time to have fun!
His expression was incredibly shocked, as his red eyes darted from left to right. He didn't mind at all that he was put into the competition as a surprise, and announced as an ex Guild Master, in fact he was looking forward to some kind of friendly competition within the party, though the magnitude of...intimacy...? That this kind of thing would require was a bit beyond what he was initially willing to do. Quickly downing another drink, Deniel didn't know what he could do; it was far too late to back out now, and he didn't want to disappoint everyone surrounding him, though at the same time he felt a sense of embarrassment--very rare for him--because of the action, and the people surrounding him: Alyia for one already made it bad enough, and he had to do this to Heero's sister....with him right next to her. A small sense of regret hit him initially inside of himself deeply, and he couldn't help but hit himself a little bit on the inside. Any attempt he could intoxicate himself and at the very least reduce the memory of this occurrence would be null due to his tolerance; for the first time he had actually disliked his alcohol tolerance. Though before any further protest could come out of his mouth, the competition had already begun, and it was too late.
Competitive. Win. You are Nephalem! Nothing can defeat you! Though it was incredibly ridiculous for Deniel to be motivating himself to win such a...derogatory competition, he had no other choice, and there was no way that he would be shamed for running away or losing. Resting aside any resentful thoughts of regret or embarrassment, a serious look spread itself across his face as his hands got a firm grip on to Alye's hips. "Sorryforthis." His apology was brief and fast, as already he was a little bit behind by two shots or so in comparison to everyone else, four to Heero. At the very least it was polite for him to do so before anything even started. Initially doubting his ability to actually perform this competition to the best of his ability, or even on the level of Heero, Deniel found himself quickly taking the lead. He and Alye had begun at a later time than everyone else due to his pathetic hesitation, but he found himself more skillful than he anticipated. His tolerance once again worked to his advantage, for each shot that he took did not hinder his performance not even in the slightest, and each of his shot was taken faster than the last. One.....two....three...four, five,sixseveneightnineteneleventwelvethirteenfourteenfifteen! Finished within literally second, far before anyone else had done it, Deniel swiftly let go of Alye and switched places with him.
One other factor that motivated him to do well was that if he was done sooner, so would Alye and they could get this over with. As he pulled his shirt up so Alye could take her turn at shots from him, he noticed....they were in first. It was a shock! Heero and Alyia were tailing close behind, though. "Come on, Alye! You've got this!" He was shocked again. He couldn't believe he just said that. He just edged on Alye to take some alcohol out of his abdominal area...today was already a weird day. Though to some degree, he looked forward to the rest of his experience. Both the rest of the competition, and the events that followed. It was time to have fun!
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Lineage : Armored Beast
Position : None
Posts : 660
Guild : Guildless
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Mentor : Gabriel & Legion
Experience : 2925
Character Sheet
First Skill: True Circuit
Second Skill: Lillian Grimoire
Third Skill:
L exa's eyes snapped her back to reality when the man was almost at her throat, when suddenly a hand stopped it. Following the hand her eyes landed on by far, the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen. If a sex drive was part of Lexa's programming, she would go lesbian just for the woman who'd saved her. She watched the girl spin him around and send him straight to the floor with a stupid look on his face. Lexa, having gained an ally, felt her armour getting considerably stronger. She watched the beautiful woman... practically, no, not even practically. She watched the angelic woman walk away, her eyes unable to stop watching as she faded into the crowd once more. The blue glow in Lexa's mask vanished and appeared as Lexa blinked with a bewildered look that thankfully no one could see, a strange sensation passed through her heavily beating heart. The trance like state ended when the scientist got up and flung himself at Lexa only to get pinned against a wall by a Rune Knight. 'Dammit he should be sleeping.' Lexa thought to herself. "Hey boss, we got a guy knocked out over here. His syringe is still full, and he's not hurt." The call came in over her ear piece. The random guy shouted at the not so good doctor, telling him his rights before calling in over his own communication line. Lexa reached a hand to turn her headset on saying "Pull out, mission compromised but I've got the package." her voice slightly muffled by her mask, but it would still be understandable. Suddenly, all the men atop the roofs disappeared from sight using a teleportation spell. Lexa ran at the Rune Knight with her dagger still in her hand, if he would try to make an attack on her she would perform a quick jump to the side and a flip to move past him. "Thanks." she said as he touched the man with the anti-magic handcuffs on and the two individuals exploded in a cloud of light particles. The magic cuffs would be enough to shut off the doctor's magic, making him much easier to deal with back in Black Rose. But first, she wanted to go back to watched the party a bit more. 367 TAG |
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Chaotic RumbleDark Insanity
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Position : King Of Kings
Posts : 2754
Guild : Blue Pegasus
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 27
Mentor : Sapphiron ; The Shadow
Experience : 601,187
Character Sheet
First Skill: Refraction : Sword King
Second Skill: N/A (for now)
Third Skill:
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Seru wasn't wearing any of her armour, or even her elegant dress; she was wearing a much more casual one, instead, or at least, casual for her. She was traveling towards Magnolia Town for a second time, but unlike her normal reasoning, it wasn't in order to learn of the area or inhabitants, but rather, there was a party going on. Under normal circumstance, she wouldn't think of attending such events, but she did need some friends, after all, and so she decided to attend.
She was fairly surprised when she got to where the party was situated, and was quite surprised by the capacity of people in it. I wonder if this is a tradition of some sort... Everywhere she walked, she would see a sea of people, countless stands with food, drinks, clothing and souvenirs. There were even some stands where people would crowd around a single person, presumably famous figures or impressive feats of magic. There was a lot of noise, loud music, and everyone appeared to be having a good time, yet, not Seru.
It wasn't so much that she felt uncomfortable in the party, but more like she didn't exactly know how to approach anyone in it. She took a deep sigh, but quickly formed a small smile upon her lips. Well, I probably should have expected this much. She continued her venture across the party till she eventually found an... Unusually big crowd of people huddled together in a relatively close area. A special event? Most likely! She was curious to see what was happening and with her short height and small figure, she was able to squeeze through most of the crowd so she could actually see what was going on.
What she saw, well, was, in the only way she could put it, degrading.
She wasn't sure... But what she believes she saw was multiple couples drinking what was most likely alcohol from the most... "Interesting" of locations. She could help but form an awkward smile, which was very obviously cringing. Why they could do this on their own, she wouldn't understand, but judging from how many people were around looking in, this appeared to be normal. ...Maybe it is a tradition..., she thought to herself.
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Guild : Silver Wolf
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Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 837.5
Character Sheet
First Skill: Plasma Magic
Second Skill: -
Third Skill:
This fancy shmancy template was made by Nicole
Rowan took a deep sniff of the air around himself as he quietly thought to himself. He was wearing his usual attire, but it wasn’t as if the party around him had influenced that decision. All around him, a extravagant festivities were taking place, from the more innocent to the more… well.. not so innocent. Under normal circumstances, Rowan would’ve gladly taken part in the celebrations and other fun activities, but the sad truth was, Rowan had no prior knowledge of this party. The only reason Rowan had entered Magnolia was for a simple supply run. The mage had entered the city expecting the usual laid-back atmosphere of the town, only to be hit in the face with a concrete wall of excitement. Still, he was very much determined to get his ‘shopping’ done and he pushed through swaths of people, earning him a few glares and return shoves.
One thing that Rowan desperately needed was a new pair of boots, but after a few minutes of struggling through the crowds, he realized that it would be near impossible to find an open shoe store, and so he shifted his focus on escaping the city. It hadn’t been a full minute before curiosity burst into his mind, and Rowan forced himself to start exploring the magnificent party. The mage found himself joining a crowd of people who were all centered around an area, and he squirmed through to get a glimpse of what was happening. What he stumbled upon was one of the most uncomfortable scenarios he had ever seen, and he quickly turned around, looking for a path of escape. Thankfully, Rowan spotted his exit route and made a beeline for it. Sidestepping, Rowan brushed passed Seru as he struggled to get free of the crowd, talking to himself as he did so. “Hm.. that’s.. that’s really… that’s a big ol’ nope… not gonna stick around for more…”
AlyeThe Windrider
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Posts : 978
Guild : Infinity Hydra
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 28
Mentor : Self-Taught
Experience : 337500
Character Sheet
First Skill: Storm Magic
Second Skill: Wind Healing Magic
Third Skill:
All around, the wind blows
We would only hold on to let go
Alye soon found herself roped into something so crazy and, well, lewd... that Alye honestly didn't know what to do. She just sat at the table awkwardly before she listened to the rules of this game and her eyes widened. W-What?! Alye quickly noticed how drunk Alyia was and how into this her brother already was. A shiver went up her spine as she remembered Deniel was to her left... With a bright blush, the white-haired woman looked to her former guildmaster and smiled meekly. Part of her didn't want to do this...and then another part just wanted to beat Heero. Here, in front of all his friends, she could beat him and show them she was the boss...
That tears it.
Alye swallowed her pride and looked Deniel square in the eye. It was in that moment that he grabbed her hips with his hands and gripped her tightly. Her eyes widened and she blushed mightily. W-Why did he have to be so forceful?! Thankfully, she didn't feel the cold of the ice so it was a little more comfortable for her... Until Deniel pushed his face into her chest and started. It was such a odd feeling that Alye ended up holding her breath as he went at it. Think of something else, anythiiiiiing else... She just kept telling herself that over and over again. She looked down again just as he'd finished his final shot. She glanced over at Heero and he was still going. It was her turn now.
Adrenaline kicked in.
Deniel was on the table and his shirt was up. Alye gazed down...and blushed more. R-Reiki... She couldn't... This was just too much... Alye looked over at Heero and Alyia. The goal of this game was to take 15 shots off of your partner's abs then... Alye looked over at her spotter. "Oi! I exercise my right to take all 15 at once!"
With that announcement, the crowd dissolved into hysteria. The spotter quickly set the fifteen glasses up on Deniel's abs and filled them, setting lemons in each. Alye waved him off. There was no way she wasn't going to win this. Alye lifted her heeled foot and then stomped down onto the stage. The entire foundation shook and the table bounced a bit, sending the drinks on Deniel's stomach flying into the air. Alye sprung forward, placing her hands in Deniel's lap for support, before she slurped the alcohol up with lightning quick speed. Alye stepped back and wiped her mouth before raising her hand into the air to signify her victory. She looked over at her brother with a smug look on her face.
Eat it, little brother~
That tears it.
Alye swallowed her pride and looked Deniel square in the eye. It was in that moment that he grabbed her hips with his hands and gripped her tightly. Her eyes widened and she blushed mightily. W-Why did he have to be so forceful?! Thankfully, she didn't feel the cold of the ice so it was a little more comfortable for her... Until Deniel pushed his face into her chest and started. It was such a odd feeling that Alye ended up holding her breath as he went at it. Think of something else, anythiiiiiing else... She just kept telling herself that over and over again. She looked down again just as he'd finished his final shot. She glanced over at Heero and he was still going. It was her turn now.
Adrenaline kicked in.
Deniel was on the table and his shirt was up. Alye gazed down...and blushed more. R-Reiki... She couldn't... This was just too much... Alye looked over at Heero and Alyia. The goal of this game was to take 15 shots off of your partner's abs then... Alye looked over at her spotter. "Oi! I exercise my right to take all 15 at once!"
With that announcement, the crowd dissolved into hysteria. The spotter quickly set the fifteen glasses up on Deniel's abs and filled them, setting lemons in each. Alye waved him off. There was no way she wasn't going to win this. Alye lifted her heeled foot and then stomped down onto the stage. The entire foundation shook and the table bounced a bit, sending the drinks on Deniel's stomach flying into the air. Alye sprung forward, placing her hands in Deniel's lap for support, before she slurped the alcohol up with lightning quick speed. Alye stepped back and wiped her mouth before raising her hand into the air to signify her victory. She looked over at her brother with a smug look on her face.
Eat it, little brother~
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Dmitry-
Lineage : Commander’s Aura
Position : None
Posts : 177
Guild : Guildless
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 218
Character Sheet
First Skill: Nature Spirit
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"Wait!" Michael shouted, rushing to catch the girl, but to know avail. Not only did he fail to apprehend the girl, but she managed to take the pervert with him, bursting into a flash of light. On top of that, all the fake knights disappeared, leaving him nobody to actually arrest, no leads to follow up, and nothing to show for the devastating failure to manage the knights under his command. Needless to say, this would impede him in getting a better assignment than the one he just failed. Putting a hand to his ear piece, deciding to let his superiors know about the situation and take responsibility for the incapacitation of the men placed under his command. However, as he tried to do this, he only seemed to get static, most likely interference from the massive quantity of mages in the area. Since all of his comrades were now out cold and he couldn't simply leave his post, he would have to wait until the festivities died down or he was relieved. Michael sighed and decided to kill some time by thanking the woman who assisted him earlier.
"Excuse me ma'am," he said to the girl upon catching up to her, polite in his tone. "I just wanted to thank you for your help earlier. You had no obligation to do so, but you aided in resolving a public safety issue. You have my deepest gratitude." He finished his statement with a short bow, showing all the courtesy he was brought up to display when introducing himself to a lady.
"My name is Michael Edward Lancelot. What, may I ask, is your's"
"Excuse me ma'am," he said to the girl upon catching up to her, polite in his tone. "I just wanted to thank you for your help earlier. You had no obligation to do so, but you aided in resolving a public safety issue. You have my deepest gratitude." He finished his statement with a short bow, showing all the courtesy he was brought up to display when introducing himself to a lady.
"My name is Michael Edward Lancelot. What, may I ask, is your's"
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Sara was extremely nervous having never really been around this many people but there were so many and she could feel the happiness and love in the air as her heart welled up she would move to the center where the fountain was and stand before everyone with her red dress with jeweled border as she stared and smiled at everyone before she would begin to sing before all her booming voice ringing loudly for all to hear as her beautiful voice would ring out and spread through the center, a very calming and smoothing song that would touch most peoples hearts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JWTaaS7LdU
After she finished the song she would see how the crowd would react before she would prepare her second song this time it would be a more up[beat song but still a powerful voice as it was clear she had a amazing vocal range with strong feelings behind her words from her hundreds of years of pain and suffering, yet a calming love for all living things seemed to fill the air as a small glitter would begin to fill the air as she sang her song, it would flow into the sky and blow around everyone as her heart felt such a outpouring of emotions as she sang her second song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHue-HaXXzg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JWTaaS7LdU
After she finished the song she would see how the crowd would react before she would prepare her second song this time it would be a more up[beat song but still a powerful voice as it was clear she had a amazing vocal range with strong feelings behind her words from her hundreds of years of pain and suffering, yet a calming love for all living things seemed to fill the air as a small glitter would begin to fill the air as she sang her song, it would flow into the sky and blow around everyone as her heart felt such a outpouring of emotions as she sang her second song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHue-HaXXzg
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N iyol had long since been avoiding large towns. The Priory events had been in so many locations that he was forcing himself to stay out of civilized areas for fear of killing more people. His inner demons were restless, they wanted to have fun, they wanted to party, and kill, and drink, and kill, and get laid, and kill, and then kill some more just for shits and giggles. He was seated far away from people atop the ruins of an ancient castle that was attacked by dragons in a time when they were in greater number when he saw it. Off in the far distance a large amount of lights were being emitted from the town. Last time he saw this, the Priory had occurred... 'Go on guardian... we shall remain at bay.' the plethora of voices sounded in his head. Niyol grabbed his aching skull as he wasn't used to this... having so many voices speak at once, and none of them being Altsoba in his head. He refused to move, just sit and hope that the city wasn't experiencing another slaughter. 'You have our word boy. If they're under attack we would have less people to kill. You have 24 hours for it.' the voices said before fading away. Niyol didn't want to trust the word of the unholy... or the holy really, but he had to make sure this light show wasn't something horrible. Upon getting closer, he heard rather loud music, screaming... joyous screaming... Niyol was content with that and turned back with a whole mile to spare. Suddenly his wings readjusted themselves and forced him to turn back. "What are you doing!?" he shouted out loud with a somewhat terrified to hell voice. "Come now, you used to join the celebrations of your people. It is time to enjoy yourself... you still have twenty hours before our promise is up so you should celebrate!" the voices replied. The act of him being partially over powered by his demons caused one of his purple eyes to turn black, not that anyone would see from above. The demons had him drop lower, strafing through the light show at a lower altitude than some of the houses, watching the whole farce from above. He saw four people partaking in a strange activity where they drank from each other's bodily orifices. Cringing at the sight he turned and looked around more, noticing a large circle forming in the distance. The man landed atop one of the light stands that held the turning lights and watched. His eyes focused in on a small, blonde girl forming some armour over her while getting ready to fight a man with a tiny weapon. A woman, one of the four from earlier stopped it momentarily, and then a man stepped in and tried to arrest the male but not Lexa. He watched Lexa make a movement to her head and then dash past him, disappearing with the man who she was about to fight. Niyol flew off again, landing closer to the edge of the crowd with his disgusted expression still running through his mind as he saw the people still drinking from each other's body. A shiver ran up his spine. He was wondering 'Just how intoxicated one would have to be in order to take part in such an event?' 'Extremely.' Altsoba's voice called inside his mind. 'Imagine yourself at that holiday party three years ago when you-' 'Understood.' Niyol interrupted. He didn't want to remember the multitude of uncharacteristic things he'd done on that weekend. Much to Niyol's luck, the local guard never did figure out what he'd done. Some of them were still recovering from seeing his handy work, and he wasn't some criminal so there wasn't any evidence left. No one was alive at the scene of each crime to even help them, or at least, no one who could help point him out. The music here wasn't horrible... it had an okay beat, but was drowned out mostly by the sheer amount of people there. They were rubbing on each other, seemingly partaking in vampyric activities with their mouths at each other's necks, and some appeared to be one layer of cloth away from mating. "The living are strange." he said under his breath. 'You're still one of them.' Altsoba reminded him. 'I refuse to join.' Niyol said and walked off to a table with some food on it. He noted an assortment of salty, and sweet foods as well as beverages that had bubbles and sugar in them. Niyol tried one of the drinks and felt it tingling in his mouth, and decided it tasted strange and set it back down. 'What nasty concoction did I just ingest!?' he though to himself at his first taste of Soda. Off on the far end of the table however laid a plate with five fish shaped treats containing Red Bean Paste. Niyol moved past the crowd and picked up the entire plate, taking it away to go enjoy his Taiyaki. While seated, the shirtless man looked around. A woman, wearing such revealing clothes Niyol wanted to tell her she may as well take the rest off but held his tongue for fear she'd actually do it, had sat down. She pointed out the amount of scars covering his upper chest and wanted to know if the rest of him had them. Had Niyol's lower torso, from the hips to his pecs, been covered with medical bandages she'd know there was a massive one across it. Niyol didn't reply to he however, he was too busy with his Taiyaki. "Come on... I'm sure we can find more scars..." the woman paused, resting a hand on Niyol's thigh while moving towards his crotch. "... somewhere around here... I make sure it's clean..." she said trying to sound sexy. Niyol could smell the alcohol on her breath and grabbed her hand. "You will regret your choices by morning." he said with a cold voice. She grabbed the hand and got up, moving to the front of Niyol's chair "Hmm, I won't regret them now..." she said while getting closer to him. "I'm homosexual." Niyol lied without hesitation, trying to get her to piss off. She rubbed her finger down the outline of his well toned chest while biting her lower lip "I can cure that... if you let me play nurse." she said unphased by the words. "I'm not ready for that. I'm yet to consume enough alcohol... perhaps later." he said with an emotionless, cold voice hoping she'd get offended. "Fine... I can wait." she said while moving and sitting back down across from him. 'Pfffff! That backfired.' Altsoba mocked him. 'Fuck you too, wench.' Niyol replied unhappily. WC:1,129 TAG |
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Dmitry's eyes widened in shock when a hand was placed on his head, causing that strange sensation from earlier to return in full force. I made his head feel hazy, yet somehow relieved. For a moment, all the sounds and smells around him began to die out, the only thing he could here being the heart that was close to beating out of his chest. But just as he was slowly closing his eyes to enjoy this feeling, the hand was retracted and Dmitry was pulled back into reality. Still, it seemed like she was alright now and that was enough for him, thankful that nothing worse happened.
"All right, no more cryin' now," Dmitry said as he wiped a tear from her eye with his finger. "We're guildmates, remember? Lamia Scale looks out for there own." There wasn't an ounce of pride in his words, only certainty. "Now let's go get some food in you! That oughta make you feel better." Straightening out his coat from the struggle he had getting to Evia, the gray-hair led her over to where the food was, careful to keep her close by this time. A surprise to nobody except Dmitry, his food was exactly where he left it.
"Huh, I figured somebody would've grabbed this by now." He said, not realizing that he was the only person at this party who could eat food with that much salt on it and not cough it right back up. "I'm pretty sure it's all free, so grab whatever you want." Having said this, Dmitry found them both a place to sit, ignoring the Rune Knight that passed by him.
"All right, no more cryin' now," Dmitry said as he wiped a tear from her eye with his finger. "We're guildmates, remember? Lamia Scale looks out for there own." There wasn't an ounce of pride in his words, only certainty. "Now let's go get some food in you! That oughta make you feel better." Straightening out his coat from the struggle he had getting to Evia, the gray-hair led her over to where the food was, careful to keep her close by this time. A surprise to nobody except Dmitry, his food was exactly where he left it.
"Huh, I figured somebody would've grabbed this by now." He said, not realizing that he was the only person at this party who could eat food with that much salt on it and not cough it right back up. "I'm pretty sure it's all free, so grab whatever you want." Having said this, Dmitry found them both a place to sit, ignoring the Rune Knight that passed by him.
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Heero looked down with a "!!!" over his head as he clenched the side of the table for dear life as Alyia slurped the liquor off of him at insane speeds. Leaning his head back against the table he would close his eyes wincing, comically blushing. #@$#&&!!" popping up above his head as Alyia's speed was ridiculous.
He would challenge Deniel to a God of Ishval battle of annihilation later for burying his face into his sisters rack; for now, he had to push for the win.Taking back the lead, Heero looked up to the side as Alye seemed to be setting up some kind of crazy pyramid stack.
"Alyia hurry!" in slow motion, Alye would stomp as glasses flipped mid-air spilling liquid everywhere, with almost superhuman speed just like Alyia, Alye was shown whirling through the falling liquid and catching every drop just as Alyia would stand up.
Heero would sit up on the table as the crowd went insane; the Commentator walking back between them; he had long blonde hair with a hairstyle like Elvis.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It looks like a TIE!!!!!!" he stepped between the girls and raised both of their hands simultaneously, the crowd went up and down with cheers, frantic almost as Heero could again hear the loud dubstep and base drops blaring in the background. The lights began to really hit the sky at this point, as big as the batsymbol and in all colors as Magnolia lit up the horizon like Gold Saucer.
As he stood to his feet, he and Deniel were brought new clothes. An open shirt, and sleeveless long trench coat for Deniel, showing off his arms. For Heero, a spare set of his usual Slayer outfit brought up by one of his guildmates nearby. He always had an extra set at the Guild due to how many sets he destroyed. Pulling on the Pergrande fabric easily, he rewrapped his signature violet scarf around his neck and hopped up from the table as it blew in the wind Natsu style.
He clapping in a minor drunken stupor, as he crossed his arms. The crowd going wild for his sister and Alyia as members of all races raised their mugs, thousands. Dwarves, elves, and Nekos alike blended in with the humans. Although there were over a million people, the camera would zoom out from the drinking contest epicly as Alyia and Alye's hands were raised like champions.
All of a sudden after the commotion, Alyia would suddenly hear something or sense something amiss from afar. He knew she was an angel, but if she could pluck out something amiss amongst the millions like that. He would be impressed. As she disappeared into the crowds, he looked over to Deniel.
"............Well done." an exchange of words only two men would understand. Although he was drunk, he still looked like his normal self. Wearing a darker version of Natsu's clothing designed for him by Lucy herself during his trip through to the parallel dimension; except for the fact that his scarf was purple and not white like his parallel self. Despite all he'd been through during the night, his face paint had sweated itself off--and aside from the drunk blush on his face he looked more normal with the spare set of clothes his Guildmate brought him than he did all night, since he'd started off shirtless. Now in his standard outfit, he smiled at Deniel for a moment before speaking again. "Remember when you cut that portal open to Heaven with that sword of yours?" Heero would nod to the katana on his hilt. "Where are we now..heaven? Hell or somewhere inbetween I wonder?" arms still crossed he would turn his gaze away from Deniel and to his sister. As the commentator released her hand Heero could only gaze upon her in glory and pride. The same girl he used to get in fights with over video games and property (toys) in the hallways all his life, the one he'd lost for almost 6 years. She stood not ten feet from him, he almost couldn't take his eyes off of her. He would do anything for her, anything to be accepted by her, anything to be loved by her. Do anything.....even kill to protect her. A promise blossomed once more in his heart and soul. Unbeknownst to anyone but himself.
'I will see too it, that you smile. For my mother...and my father.' as he stared at Alye, a sillouhette of his mother's ghost surrounded her, turning and smiling at him almost precisely as she did, although his mother's visage would fade and Alye's happy face would be replaced within his mom's. This almost brought tears to his eyes randomly as Alye was always very....Erza in her ways, never breaking through and letting her true self out. It was for good reason, but he was happy to see a smile and joy planted on his sisters face.
"Heh.......that was a close one. I almost lost to you!!! Never woulda heard the end of that one!" he smirked as he said this to his sister, arms still crossed with a drunk blush on his face. He then felt a
and slowly his eyes would lock on Alyia as she reapproached.
If one could describe her silouhette it would have to be something like a model, the way her silky dress hugged her as different colored lights hit her hips and more. Her hair hung loosely, it was more natural now with it curling a bit from the atmosphere and sweat. She was fiercely beautiful, he'd decided as much when she'd taken down his would be assassin. Suddenly, as she got closer he felt a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Ignoring it for now, as her holy energies hit him again as she neared; he almost felt as if he wasn't worthy of her presence. She felt like--an angel.
He and Deniel had journied to the base of Yggdrassil in the high heavens together and back, met the Archangels Gabriel and Michael, and did battle with the fallen of their kind. Lucifer. Did they now stand amongst one of their kin? Did Deniel already know this? Heero didn't care, he just wanted to be next to Alyia, and near his sister. Those were the only two things that mattered right now in his mind.
As soon as she got within range, Heero would place his hand firmly on her hip, spinning and dipping her and pouring a shot into her mouth as he pulled her up, slowly; taking a shot of his own as he pulled her up; his hand behind her waist.
"Well now where'd you run off too." he said as a shot of them face to face was shown from the side. The combined aura's of an angel and the debatable amongst five others; strongest wizard on the planet was insane. The aura radiating out from them was so intense, that Heero had to lower his magic power near her; as the two of them combined would be too much of a beacon if gone unchecked.
Although his hand was still around her waist, he slid it off quickly as a Rune Knight approached; followed by ten others but in lower ranking uniform. He introduced himself as Michael Lancelot. Apparently, Alyia had ran off and kicked someones ass or something of that nature. Or there had been an incident?
"Sir." two Fairy Tail wizards with black cloaks and hoods raised like Sith would step up behind Heero and whisper in his ear, with a nod they slinked back into the crowd after leaning in for about fifteen seconds. He now understood, as he watched on carefully towards the Rune Knight. As he would watch on for a moment.
"I don't remember asking for the Council's help in keeping this town safe." the 5th Master of Fairy Tail spoke to this...Lieutenant Lancelot directly. Something wasn't right. "I do appreciate a police presence though, however...a badge worn without true virtue is the most ultimate of sins. Be sure to look to the Council when you return to Era, Lieutenant Lancelot, we could use good people in Politics eh?" with a smile towards the Rune Knight; he spoke of those who to wear the mask of good, and truly be evil. All the while encouraging him to get into politics. He had mixed feelings about the Council, which had fallen into shambles since Acnologia had been revived by Tartarus and destroyed Era 5 years ago. It had since been rebuilt even grander than ever.
The Council however, had been in a downward tumble. People were elected, re-elected, dismissed, and accused of corruption almost everyday now. Entire segments on the corruption ran all over the News Lacrima Networks Television. There was no stability, and the only Council Member to survive the Acnologia attacks, Skylar Frost had long since vanished. Heero missed their sessions of oriental tea.
"We have word of another assassin within the city. I need you to apprehend her Lieutenant. With over a million people here, security is going to be an issue without you and your men Lancelot. It's getting near midnight now and people are still showing up, the party has only just begun. You sure you're up to the task?" although he was just a lieutenant, the legendary wizard sensed great promise in him. A fellow wizard who had chosen to not only uphold, but enforce the law. A cop, but he seemed like a decent one with good manners. If he was able to contain any large threats here tonight, he would have a letter of recommendation personally from Fairy Tail proposing a promotion for him. He didn't even know if he was a Lieutenant, but it sounded damn good with Lancelot and Heero was 45% drunk, so he'd chosen that rank for him in his own mind comically. Regardless of if he said he was a 'Private' or 'Sergeant', Heero would cut him off and call him 'Lieutenant' repeatedly.
"Heero, 5th Master of Fairy Tail." he said introducing himself to Lancelot with a nod properly. "This is Alye Reyold, my sister. Probably either the strongest or angriest wizard in the world." he said taking a cheap shot as his sister as usual. "Deniel. God of Ishval." he nodded to him, he was already badass enough just standing in a sleeveless trenchoat with a katana.
"Oi, what do you say we let the ladies lead the way this time, Deniel!" Heero looked Alyia into her feautres and gripped her dress, feeling it slide against his fingers. "Are...you as drunk as I am?" he leaned in a bit as he said this too her, at a low whisper. Leaning back away from her he'd snicker at their combined levels of intoxication between he, Deniel, Alye, and Alyia and let her dress go. Crossing his arms and looking about, with one eyebrow raised, arms crossed and a occasional lean and sway to his stance.
He would challenge Deniel to a God of Ishval battle of annihilation later for burying his face into his sisters rack; for now, he had to push for the win.Taking back the lead, Heero looked up to the side as Alye seemed to be setting up some kind of crazy pyramid stack.
"Alyia hurry!" in slow motion, Alye would stomp as glasses flipped mid-air spilling liquid everywhere, with almost superhuman speed just like Alyia, Alye was shown whirling through the falling liquid and catching every drop just as Alyia would stand up.
Heero would sit up on the table as the crowd went insane; the Commentator walking back between them; he had long blonde hair with a hairstyle like Elvis.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It looks like a TIE!!!!!!" he stepped between the girls and raised both of their hands simultaneously, the crowd went up and down with cheers, frantic almost as Heero could again hear the loud dubstep and base drops blaring in the background. The lights began to really hit the sky at this point, as big as the batsymbol and in all colors as Magnolia lit up the horizon like Gold Saucer.
As he stood to his feet, he and Deniel were brought new clothes. An open shirt, and sleeveless long trench coat for Deniel, showing off his arms. For Heero, a spare set of his usual Slayer outfit brought up by one of his guildmates nearby. He always had an extra set at the Guild due to how many sets he destroyed. Pulling on the Pergrande fabric easily, he rewrapped his signature violet scarf around his neck and hopped up from the table as it blew in the wind Natsu style.
He clapping in a minor drunken stupor, as he crossed his arms. The crowd going wild for his sister and Alyia as members of all races raised their mugs, thousands. Dwarves, elves, and Nekos alike blended in with the humans. Although there were over a million people, the camera would zoom out from the drinking contest epicly as Alyia and Alye's hands were raised like champions.
All of a sudden after the commotion, Alyia would suddenly hear something or sense something amiss from afar. He knew she was an angel, but if she could pluck out something amiss amongst the millions like that. He would be impressed. As she disappeared into the crowds, he looked over to Deniel.
"............Well done." an exchange of words only two men would understand. Although he was drunk, he still looked like his normal self. Wearing a darker version of Natsu's clothing designed for him by Lucy herself during his trip through to the parallel dimension; except for the fact that his scarf was purple and not white like his parallel self. Despite all he'd been through during the night, his face paint had sweated itself off--and aside from the drunk blush on his face he looked more normal with the spare set of clothes his Guildmate brought him than he did all night, since he'd started off shirtless. Now in his standard outfit, he smiled at Deniel for a moment before speaking again. "Remember when you cut that portal open to Heaven with that sword of yours?" Heero would nod to the katana on his hilt. "Where are we now..heaven? Hell or somewhere inbetween I wonder?" arms still crossed he would turn his gaze away from Deniel and to his sister. As the commentator released her hand Heero could only gaze upon her in glory and pride. The same girl he used to get in fights with over video games and property (toys) in the hallways all his life, the one he'd lost for almost 6 years. She stood not ten feet from him, he almost couldn't take his eyes off of her. He would do anything for her, anything to be accepted by her, anything to be loved by her. Do anything.....even kill to protect her. A promise blossomed once more in his heart and soul. Unbeknownst to anyone but himself.
'I will see too it, that you smile. For my mother...and my father.' as he stared at Alye, a sillouhette of his mother's ghost surrounded her, turning and smiling at him almost precisely as she did, although his mother's visage would fade and Alye's happy face would be replaced within his mom's. This almost brought tears to his eyes randomly as Alye was always very....Erza in her ways, never breaking through and letting her true self out. It was for good reason, but he was happy to see a smile and joy planted on his sisters face.
"Heh.......that was a close one. I almost lost to you!!! Never woulda heard the end of that one!" he smirked as he said this to his sister, arms still crossed with a drunk blush on his face. He then felt a
and slowly his eyes would lock on Alyia as she reapproached.
If one could describe her silouhette it would have to be something like a model, the way her silky dress hugged her as different colored lights hit her hips and more. Her hair hung loosely, it was more natural now with it curling a bit from the atmosphere and sweat. She was fiercely beautiful, he'd decided as much when she'd taken down his would be assassin. Suddenly, as she got closer he felt a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Ignoring it for now, as her holy energies hit him again as she neared; he almost felt as if he wasn't worthy of her presence. She felt like--an angel.
He and Deniel had journied to the base of Yggdrassil in the high heavens together and back, met the Archangels Gabriel and Michael, and did battle with the fallen of their kind. Lucifer. Did they now stand amongst one of their kin? Did Deniel already know this? Heero didn't care, he just wanted to be next to Alyia, and near his sister. Those were the only two things that mattered right now in his mind.
As soon as she got within range, Heero would place his hand firmly on her hip, spinning and dipping her and pouring a shot into her mouth as he pulled her up, slowly; taking a shot of his own as he pulled her up; his hand behind her waist.
"Well now where'd you run off too." he said as a shot of them face to face was shown from the side. The combined aura's of an angel and the debatable amongst five others; strongest wizard on the planet was insane. The aura radiating out from them was so intense, that Heero had to lower his magic power near her; as the two of them combined would be too much of a beacon if gone unchecked.
Although his hand was still around her waist, he slid it off quickly as a Rune Knight approached; followed by ten others but in lower ranking uniform. He introduced himself as Michael Lancelot. Apparently, Alyia had ran off and kicked someones ass or something of that nature. Or there had been an incident?
"Sir." two Fairy Tail wizards with black cloaks and hoods raised like Sith would step up behind Heero and whisper in his ear, with a nod they slinked back into the crowd after leaning in for about fifteen seconds. He now understood, as he watched on carefully towards the Rune Knight. As he would watch on for a moment.
"I don't remember asking for the Council's help in keeping this town safe." the 5th Master of Fairy Tail spoke to this...Lieutenant Lancelot directly. Something wasn't right. "I do appreciate a police presence though, however...a badge worn without true virtue is the most ultimate of sins. Be sure to look to the Council when you return to Era, Lieutenant Lancelot, we could use good people in Politics eh?" with a smile towards the Rune Knight; he spoke of those who to wear the mask of good, and truly be evil. All the while encouraging him to get into politics. He had mixed feelings about the Council, which had fallen into shambles since Acnologia had been revived by Tartarus and destroyed Era 5 years ago. It had since been rebuilt even grander than ever.
The Council however, had been in a downward tumble. People were elected, re-elected, dismissed, and accused of corruption almost everyday now. Entire segments on the corruption ran all over the News Lacrima Networks Television. There was no stability, and the only Council Member to survive the Acnologia attacks, Skylar Frost had long since vanished. Heero missed their sessions of oriental tea.
"We have word of another assassin within the city. I need you to apprehend her Lieutenant. With over a million people here, security is going to be an issue without you and your men Lancelot. It's getting near midnight now and people are still showing up, the party has only just begun. You sure you're up to the task?" although he was just a lieutenant, the legendary wizard sensed great promise in him. A fellow wizard who had chosen to not only uphold, but enforce the law. A cop, but he seemed like a decent one with good manners. If he was able to contain any large threats here tonight, he would have a letter of recommendation personally from Fairy Tail proposing a promotion for him. He didn't even know if he was a Lieutenant, but it sounded damn good with Lancelot and Heero was 45% drunk, so he'd chosen that rank for him in his own mind comically. Regardless of if he said he was a 'Private' or 'Sergeant', Heero would cut him off and call him 'Lieutenant' repeatedly.
"Heero, 5th Master of Fairy Tail." he said introducing himself to Lancelot with a nod properly. "This is Alye Reyold, my sister. Probably either the strongest or angriest wizard in the world." he said taking a cheap shot as his sister as usual. "Deniel. God of Ishval." he nodded to him, he was already badass enough just standing in a sleeveless trenchoat with a katana.
"Oi, what do you say we let the ladies lead the way this time, Deniel!" Heero looked Alyia into her feautres and gripped her dress, feeling it slide against his fingers. "Are...you as drunk as I am?" he leaned in a bit as he said this too her, at a low whisper. Leaning back away from her he'd snicker at their combined levels of intoxication between he, Deniel, Alye, and Alyia and let her dress go. Crossing his arms and looking about, with one eyebrow raised, arms crossed and a occasional lean and sway to his stance.
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First Skill: Fey Moonlight Weaving
Second Skill: N/A
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Stupid Humans. Stupid, loud, noisy, polluting humans.
Yuzuki Faerydae was perched on top of a lamppost, staring disapprovingly down at the scene below. A sea of the species she couldn't get away from below her, dressed in the most outrageous of clothing, some barely any at all. The stench of alcohol infiltrated her sensitive nose, and for once she wished she didn't have such sensitive senses. Ugh, the smell was killing her. Not to mention the ear-splitting music and cacophonous sounds of laughter and jam-packed humans below drove her to near insanity. Why had she come in the first place?
Honestly, the semi-fey had absolutely no idea whatsoever. Yuzuki was a but of a wanderer, always going from one place, to the other, never wanting to or seemingly, was able to stop. Most places, it was because she was running for her life, or she was kicked out for doing something she personally felt was fine. Bah. All places either has pesky humans or bossy elves. No fun at all.
Well, she couldn't stay here forever. Though her Fairy blood gave her good endurance, having perched on her toes in those pinched human shoes for hours already, debating this one problem. Her own wings weren't strong enough to fly her very far, and she didn't want to risk losing her way in the crowd. Staying on the lamppost wasn't an option either...
Yuzuki groaned, agilely leaping down from the post, landing neatly on a table where a young boy and a woman who radiated sickness seemed to be having a drinking contest of sorts. Ugh. More human stupidity, right there. Was that kid even supposed to be drinking? Ignoring the drunken yells of men and women nearby, Yuzuki glared at all of them once, spitefully, sepecially at that idiot boy before lifting off again, landing somewhere else in the crowd.
Now she was jostled all around, humans dressed in little clothing bumping into her all around. Scowling again, Yuzuki wished she was the height of most humans her real age. Forced to look like a fourteen-year-old in the human realm... It was embarrassing when she could be older than many people here.
Why in the name of Titania had she come here?!?!?!
Yuzuki Faerydae was perched on top of a lamppost, staring disapprovingly down at the scene below. A sea of the species she couldn't get away from below her, dressed in the most outrageous of clothing, some barely any at all. The stench of alcohol infiltrated her sensitive nose, and for once she wished she didn't have such sensitive senses. Ugh, the smell was killing her. Not to mention the ear-splitting music and cacophonous sounds of laughter and jam-packed humans below drove her to near insanity. Why had she come in the first place?
Honestly, the semi-fey had absolutely no idea whatsoever. Yuzuki was a but of a wanderer, always going from one place, to the other, never wanting to or seemingly, was able to stop. Most places, it was because she was running for her life, or she was kicked out for doing something she personally felt was fine. Bah. All places either has pesky humans or bossy elves. No fun at all.
Well, she couldn't stay here forever. Though her Fairy blood gave her good endurance, having perched on her toes in those pinched human shoes for hours already, debating this one problem. Her own wings weren't strong enough to fly her very far, and she didn't want to risk losing her way in the crowd. Staying on the lamppost wasn't an option either...
Yuzuki groaned, agilely leaping down from the post, landing neatly on a table where a young boy and a woman who radiated sickness seemed to be having a drinking contest of sorts. Ugh. More human stupidity, right there. Was that kid even supposed to be drinking? Ignoring the drunken yells of men and women nearby, Yuzuki glared at all of them once, spitefully, sepecially at that idiot boy before lifting off again, landing somewhere else in the crowd.
Now she was jostled all around, humans dressed in little clothing bumping into her all around. Scowling again, Yuzuki wished she was the height of most humans her real age. Forced to look like a fourteen-year-old in the human realm... It was embarrassing when she could be older than many people here.
Why in the name of Titania had she come here?!?!?!
yuzuki faerydae | weaver of moonfire | bank
what a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes! if i had common sense i'd cut myself or curl up and die --
what a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes! if i had common sense i'd cut myself or curl up and die --