Three Mages Walk Into a Wedding [Job]

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Ibara was agitated at his initial proposal to a girl whom he'd hardly met nor had he much evidence to go on that this was the mage he was intended to rendezvous with. By now he was incessantly shaking from knuckle to fingertip as an overwhelming sense of awkwardness seemed to befall the entire situation. For some reason, Ibara wished he had something to be angry about, at least that'd turn this demeanour of the conversation up a notch.

Like most detrimental things that Ibara consistently wishes for, this was one of them. He didn't know how to describe the overwhelming sense of resentfulness that he now felt to the man whom had somewhat 'swished' infront of him with a slight demeanour full to the brim with bravado and self-confidence. Without a doubt in the world, Ibara instantly disliked the guy. Not only had he ruined Ibara's efforts, confronting his own personal fears with talking to anyone upfront in that manner, but he'd also been foiled purposely or not by a man whom considered himself as the young dragon's better, superior or master. It was obvious by the way he acted. To make matters worse, the brown haired magisterial began steering Ibara in a different direction through pompous orders that he soon began to belt out.

"You're asking for it..~“

Luckily Ibara was cut off as the other young man whisked the pretty girl away, off her feet and into the dance floor for the rest of the crowd to admire instead. Ibara sighed and considered this notion for the best as he watched them unfurl amidst the crowds of guests whom were also attendants to the wedding.

The young dragon took his time to glance over his shoulder only to note the rabble of young gentleman whom had originally crowded the corner were now walking in an opposite direction. Strangely not taking turns that revolve around them either going to the toilet, getting a snack or a drink, or simply to socialise with the guests. No their direction seemed much more concise, an area behind the stage where the toast in regards to the wedding was soon to be made.

"Oh Igneel.. What am I getting myself into andd... I'm talking to myself again.“

Ibara slapped a hand firmly onto his face to solidify his own stupidity before turning to the direction that the men were now gesturing towards. He'd figured that if he were to leave the two women alone with the grandiose, they could handle themselves just fine while he brought the problem down at it's course. Wait.. did he say that correctly? Two woman?! He glanced again to confirm his beliefs and it proved to be true. Another woman, similar in odd features to that of the mage he'd initially met, though with more abundance in number of tails. She seemed to be handling the job of dealing with the young man in a much more manageable fashion than Ibara ever could.

Ibara walked off only to find himself in a similar position to where the rabble of gentleman were originally. From that vantage point, he found himself looking directly backstage only to find a group of nine men exactly by his count (there could have been more, counting was never Ibara's strong suit). Each of them looked as if they were setting up some sort've magical-related trap, releasing magical circles underneath the stage, summoning pets from god knows where. There was only one thing Ibara could resort to at this point.

"At least be a little more subtle next times, dumbasses.“

He paused for breath before a monster-like grim, befitting of the most traumatizing of scenes soon spread wide on his face.

"Pops always taught me.. you either go hard or go home. So, which one will it be?“

He didn't waste much on words while the group of nine supposed henchmen merely sidled themselves to face Ibara head on. They clearly weren't phased as they gave the young dragon mixed responses of utter disdain. A few of them spat while the others reinforced that by laughing at his threats.

"Guess we're going hard.“

Ibara was so fast that none of them even had time to move. His hands had already moved up to his mouth and there, a bullet-sized globule of flame was launched at high velocity to the nearest henchmen, the one whom had most notably spat the largest and longest which had scraped the top of Ibara's shoe. A big mistake on his account as the spell bounced off the floor, a direction Ibara had intentionally aimed at, only to fire upwards into the man's chin. It had no piercing edge to it and, as such, only struck the henchman like a boxer would land an uppercut, although in this case, the spell would send him sky-high, flying high above the wedding stage to noticed by a few as a mere firework (some even applauded the spectacle) before landing back down at his original position.

"Who's next?“

Ibara's red eyes now blazed with a reinforced vigour, he was clearly ready for a challenge, regardless of whether he would win or not.

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