Wedding Crashers! [Marschal Leigh & Raizuko]

Marschal stared at the job board of Black Rose, and had quickly snatched down a piece of paper with a request on it. He didn't really care what it was that the job happened to be, he just knew that he had to get around to doing jobs more. Kakuma wasn't a big fan of him just lazing around the guild, and well, he promised that he would get off his arse. So, the mage left the guild hall and traveled down to Rose Garden, where he was certain that the job took place. However, this job was a C ranked job, and no one else in his guild really wanted to help him out, so maybe he would run across someone who did. With the paper clutched in his hand, he would enter the town, looking around warily as he passed the citizens. Each and every one of them looked at him like he was strange, all because of his felinistic features he couldn't hide.

He wasn't sure who he would get to go on the job with him, all he knew was that he needed someone with him. But he wouldn't fret too much over finding anyone, and would sit down on a bench to think the job through. Marschal would stare at the paper, deep in thought, with his eyes narrowed precisely at what he happened to be reading over. It was something to do with wedding crashers, which meant he would be forced to wear a suit, and he wasn't all too happy about that.

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A voice sounded close by, complaining about a bully or talking with a bully. He wasn't entirely sure on that matter. Marschal stood to his feet and dusted his leather jacket off, walking toward the single voice among the rest of them. His ears were perked forward, rubbing one of them with the tips of his fingers in a circular motion to scratch it. As he came over the ridge of the stone path, the Black Rose mage would take note of a beefy man with an exceed on his head. Marschy stopped in his tracks and only stared at the man with a curious look on his face, not at all feeling threatened by him. He would cross his arms over his chest and lean back into a more bodyguard-like stance, though his ears retained their curious position.

"Talking to a cat? I must say that I've never seen such a thing," the legal mage would teasingly reprimand Raizuko.

Contradictory to his own thought, Marschal loved felines, and that was only because he was half panther yōkai. His ears, claws, and teeth were definitive factors that would bring someone to believe that he was not truly human. However, the mage was also half human, with his mother being the one who had been unfortunately human and birthed him into the world.

"You're also all dressed up, happen to be going to the wedding by any chance?" Marschal would inquire to the Fairy Tail mage. His head would tilt some to the side, but it was shortly after he had mentioned the wedding that someone came screaming down the road.

"That bitch! I still loved her and she's getting married now?!" the man screamed about his ex-lover, who was the one getting married. He was romping through the town rather angrily, and Marschal turned his head to look at the rampaging ex-boyfriend. The man would stop between Raizuko and Marschal and point a finger at the both of them with an accusatory look. "Don't you two dare go to that wedding! Or if you do, you better be going there to crash it, just like I will be!"

Out from behind his back, the legal mage would grab hold of the man's shirt collar with one hand, and swing one of his Wind and Fire Wheels against the man's throat. Marschy's lips curled back and he stared the man dead in the eyes, canine's bared viciously at his opponent's faces. With that intimidating look, the man would shove him away, step back, then charge the ex-boyfriend with quick speed. Another of the wheels would appear in his other hand, and Marschal would dance around the boyfriend swiftly. Once the man had become disoriented enough without figuring out where the Black Rose mage would end up being, he landed a blow.

As he would attack the ex-boyfriend, the man's little group of friends would pop out of the shadows and come running toward him. Marschal would turn toward the three cohorts that appeared with him as a defensive mechanism to help the man. A grin would slide around his maw, and as it did, he would point his weapon at one of the cohorts and summon a magic circle. That magic circle would blaze up and appear underneath the three cohorts, igniting a wall of fire around them, blocking their advancement.

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Marschal bared his fangs at the ex-boyfriend, his ears flattening against his head as he pressed the blade tighter against the man's throat. Against the blade, he could feel the man swallow a lump in his throat, then the Black Rose mage would shove the person away. A few flips and tricks of the Wind and Fire wheels, and the blades would latch back onto the place, where they had been resting on his back. He would frown as the ex-boyfriend would retreat, leaving only his henchmen to remain and finish the business he started. Marschy would crack his knuckles and neck, preparing himself for a fight, turning on his feels to face the entrapped men. All the while, he ignored Raizuko eating Zuki's water whip and getting his own self ready to enter Dragon Force. At which point, the mage would flick his ears backward, listening to the movements of the Fairy Tail Dragon Slayer.

The henchmen didn't stick around though, for as soon as the walls of his fires dropped down to nothing, they scrammed. Marschal would stare at the retreating forms, and once they were over the ridge, he would turn to look back at Raizuko. "A panther, aye?" the mage would inquire, returning to their conversation as if none of that had happened at all. "I suppose she must recognize that I, too, am a panther demon." He tilted his head some, but would proceed in walking to the wedding. "Oh, and I'm sure those men will be back; I doubt this was the only time that we would see them, planning what they were..."

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The duo would walk the rest of the way to the reserved place the wedding was being held, quickly blending into the crowd of formal wear. Marschal's red eyes would sweep around the area, looking for any of the ex-boyfriend's henchmen or the boyfriend, himself. It was silent though, and he would take a seat in one of the chairs that were aligned in rows of ten or so. For now, he would just enjoy the wedding, and hope that these men wouldn't be stupid enough to actually go through with their plans. Since two mages, one a slayer, were now in the vicinity of the wedding, they would have no chance at being successful. Making himself comfortable in his chair, the mage would wait for the wedding to start, senses still all alert. Music would dance through the air, signaling that the bride would be walking down the aisle soon; the perfect time to attack.

Red eyes would steadily gaze at the doors that would open moments later to reveal the beautifully dressed bride. She would walk down the aisle slowly, and his gaze would sweep around the room again, searching for a disturbance. He had an inkling that this man would appear eventually, he just didn't know when or where the ex would come from.

"Keep a look out, I have a feeling that this man is around here somewhere and now is the perfect time to attack," Marschal stated to Raizuko. A shiver would run down his spine, and he stood to his feet with the rest of the crowd as the bride slunk past them. The wedding, itself, would be an entire bore for the mage, but if it meant protecting the woman, he'd damn well make sure she was safe by the end of the wedding. Ex-boyfriends were a pain in the ass to deal with, and if this one planned on getting revenge, it would be hell.

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