- Job Details:
Something had been playing on Nessa's mind lately, the more she thought about it the more conflicted she felt. When she had originally joined the guild, she was so sure of what she was going to do. Become a strong mage that helped people, and yet although she knew Fairy Tail wasn't the same morally glorified guild it had once been, she had thought at least, it was good right?
And yet, she wasn't so sure anymore. Was Fairy Tail that good? Something about the jobs she was going on, the behaviour of the guild itself, there was something odd about it. If they sought to be purely a good and legal guild then why did Nessa do a job that resulted in Markus killing someone, and why wasn't there any backlash. It just seemed to be swept under the rugs in hushed tones. It wasn't just that either, she had heard things, about other jobs done by guild members. Plus there was that whole run in with Basilisk Fang, a dark guild. Why was Fairy Tail even liaising with them.
Nessa felt like there was only one person who would really understand where she was coming from, and so she had sent him a note to meet her at South Gate Park. She found herself wandering over to a bench, she eyed it nostalgically. This was the same bench they had sat at when she had discovered Aven following his experience with Grim heresy. She sat herself down, sighing deeply, she kicked her legs back and forth, waiting for his arrival.
And yet, she wasn't so sure anymore. Was Fairy Tail that good? Something about the jobs she was going on, the behaviour of the guild itself, there was something odd about it. If they sought to be purely a good and legal guild then why did Nessa do a job that resulted in Markus killing someone, and why wasn't there any backlash. It just seemed to be swept under the rugs in hushed tones. It wasn't just that either, she had heard things, about other jobs done by guild members. Plus there was that whole run in with Basilisk Fang, a dark guild. Why was Fairy Tail even liaising with them.
Nessa felt like there was only one person who would really understand where she was coming from, and so she had sent him a note to meet her at South Gate Park. She found herself wandering over to a bench, she eyed it nostalgically. This was the same bench they had sat at when she had discovered Aven following his experience with Grim heresy. She sat herself down, sighing deeply, she kicked her legs back and forth, waiting for his arrival.
WC: 262 / 500