The Poison Douchebags Final Stand

5 Year Old Arcadia:

Little Arcadia should've known that wizard of Magnolia theatre star, Lina Reese, wouldn't have used his body morphing spell at full power, not when he knew she only needed it for one night. She was disappointed to have returned to her younger than normal appearance. Was just too good to be true to not worry about it, even for just a week.

There was no use sulking about it, so she turned back to the project notes she was gong over on her iLac. As Fairy Tail's newest ace, she wanted to show she took the responsibilities seriously. Also, she was rather excited for the serious hike in resources she could bring to bear in her endeavors to make Fairy Tail Productions more than just a hobby. She was certain, if she could pull it off, it would bring in lucrative new business for her guild.


Taking a sip of her orange-mango slushie, edited a few previous notes, and deleted a few others she no longer needed or thought important. She slipped her iLac into it's specially sewn pocket in her dress when she heard someone at or coming through the grand doors. She didn't recognize the man. Maybe he was a potential new recruit? It wasn't too common of an occurrence, but they also seemed to come in waves. Yet something about him didn't smell right, the young slayer's picking up something she couldn't quite put her finger on.


As a simple precaution, she called up her secret art of Refraction to displace an image of herself a few paces away from where she truly stood. If it turned out she was just being paranoid, than she could easily dismiss it without alarming the man. The little pale blonde slayer got her bare feet, and scampered to meet the man. She took a deep breath to push past her nerves of speaking to a stranger, and offered a warm smile. The little slayer also displayed the solid, light sparkly blue Fairy Tail mark on her forearm assure the man this little girl was really a member who could help. "Hey there! I'm Arcadia Fairchilde of Fairy Tail. May I help you?"

Her little nose twitched, the young slayer scenting the strange again. The scent of death and blood did nothing to alleviate the uneasy feeling she had about the man. She had pledged to keep an open mind about the darker nature of some of the jobs  that came Fairy Tail's way, they had looked past her own less than savory awakening to the present day. It was only fair. Open mind, however, did not mean ignoring red flags, and her nose was raising many of those.  She kept her image refracted a few steps from where she actually stood for now.

Arcadia smiled, "You happen ta be looking at one. An ace. Master Sorano is the guildmaster. I can start your interview if you were looking to join or hear your proposal if you have a job for our guild to do. Though I will let the others know. Another ace or Master Sorano would let us do a more full interview or even deliberate on accepting your buesniess proposal. Uh if's just simple job you need done, I can take the info down and have it posted up on our job wall."


The little slayer rolled her faerie green eyes at his air of superiority. Many wizards were full of themselves, it came with the territory.  Arcadia was more laid back than most also, so she didn't give much other reaction than that. She did offer another friendly smile, "The best stuff we got to drink would be the whole variety of juices.  Fairy Tail has the best juice in all of Fiore! My fave is a mix of watermelon-strawberry. Uhh maybe you'ld like some orange juice though. I can have the bar staff mix in something harder with it if you want. It'll just be a moment. Have a seat."

Arcadia's image gestured to a nearby table, before scampering towrd the bar. The image never completely turned her back as she waved to the man while standing at the bar. It porbably confused the bar staff to have a silent Arcadia standing there, while an invisible real Arcadia made her way to the reception desk. Her young gaze never leaving the strangely smelling man. At the reception desk, she whispered to the fairies that ran it to alert Master Sorano, other aces and other giuldmates, of the stranger who smells like a funeral who may or may not want to join or may be trouble. She just might be needing some of that power of friendship stuff. As muc hof it they can lend.

The real Arcadia invisbly hurried to join her image over by the bar, finally ordering the orange juice with alcoholic beverage of the man's choice, if any, added in. She smiled and thanks the bar staff, and whispered a little warning to them as well, before finally returning to thet able she had pointed to. Her image stood on the side farthest from him, and Arcadia gently slid the drink across the table.  Having her refracted image take a seat, Arcadia put a couple steps distance between herself and where her image had sat. "Sorry it took so long. New staff... Anyway, what's yer name, Mister? And what brings you to Fairy Tail?"

The little slayer cursed herself for taking her eye off the stranger for even one second. Her faerie green eyes watering over and her nose began to run as soon as she inhaled the rapidly expanding purple cloud. She sniffed as she turned and rubbed her nose. This guy called all the little critters of the East Forest to his aid. It seemed she wouldn't be able to wait for back up, though she still hoped against hope for it.

This cursed purple haze made it difficult to see very far, and her keen nose was stuffed and runny as if it were ragweed-filled Spring. Winter would have something to say about that. Arcadia narrowed her faerie green eyes, and willed herself into Dragon Force. Her pale blond hair lightened to pure white, and her faerie green gaze turned crimson as an aura of icy mist chilled the air around her. So cold was this aura, that any living thing that drew too close was chilled to their bones, and could only move not quite half as fast as they could when warmer.

Little Arcadia in Dragon Force:

As soon as the forest creatures attacked her refracted image it dissipated back into the icy mist it had been created from being made of nothing but light bent by ice crystals in the mist. One of her favorite perks to Dragon Force she'd discovered as how she could splurge in spells that would normally drain her of magic power. For starters, she invoked dragon egg shaped shells of ice around the bar staff and the other vulnerables. The ice eggs were durable enough to withstand a couple hits from a mage of B rank, so she knew they should slow the horde of forest animals down.

The crimson-eyed slayer invoked a raging blizzard that filled the space from bar to reception desk. Anyone not protected by her ice eggs, or the little slayer herself, would find it difficult to move through the bite of the swirling arctic, ice laced winds. It's bite to the health of those caught in its icy winds could seem laughable to the overconfident. It was the kind of cold that took its toll the longer one hung around in it, and the storm showed no signs of letting up. Anything small and below B-rank would certainly suffer the most.

To distract any larger animals that manged to hold out or newly arriving ones, Arcadia crafted some of the icy winds and their ice crystals into misty puppets that were perfect visual copies of herself. Puppets that ran around to draw the animals attention. Some puppets even crawled in a gecko-lick manner up along the walls and the ceiling. Any of the little puppets of icy mist that the animals successfully attacked would be dissipated and returned to nothing.

Little Arcadia's nose still ran and she could only see so far through the purplish mist that her room sized storm now stirred up. Even with her senses dulled by the environs, the barefoot mage could feel the vibrations of any footsteps or vibrations in the ground through the soles of her feet in a short distance from herself. She turned to see one raccoon, moving extra slowly. It managed one bite at her calf, and got itself punted into a wall for its trouble. When she felt footsteps big enough to belong to a human draw near, turned toward those vibrations, and unleashed a terrible roar, a whirling torrent of freezing mist and razor-ice shards quite a bit more deadly in the short run than the still raging ice storm. The roar also left behind a dangerously slippery sheen of ice on the floor.


To escape another lingering raccoon, the little slayer transferred places with one of her puppets on the ceiling, leaving the stranger surrounded by copies of Arcadia. Her bare feet and hands froze her to the ceiling, while she hoped he didn't know which Arcadia was real.

Okay, this was an unwanted visit from some bloodthirsty person downstairs. For once, Mura had taken the responsibility of paperwork for this week - oh boy, it was all about juice and more juice. How did they afford all the other stuff with this ridiculous budget? It was almost magical in his opinion- nevermind. His nose suddenly ran like crazy, and his eyes drenched and released tears like waterfalls, and he felt like he stuck his face into a bag of pollen and bees. He quickly charged downstairs to get some tissues when the situation unfolded.

His eyes spotted Atuzite, their old guildmate who had suddenly left and never returned. His story was much like Apollo’s by this point, so Mura had dealt with this and knew what to do now. However, this spell of his was nerve-breaking; and… this ice… Hana? No, he was dazing off. It appeared to be the lively, little Arcadia, whose magic power had risen off the charts.

That aura hadn’t been felt by him since Ibara and Hera… was that Dragon Force?

A bunch of animals were around too, attacking and eating the limbs and skin of people. Five clones quickly emerged from Mura and sought to utilize Arcadia’s distractions aimed at said beasts, picking up the people caught inside and bringing them down to the basement where he would keep them safe. However, it all depended on a huge factor; he had to face Atuzite and stop his menace.

Closing his eyes, he decided to rely more on his shared vision aided by Kyuken. The samurai ghost looked more shocked than Mura himself. “MURA! MURA, THE HALL! THE ANIMALS! THE LADIES!” he shouted in utter fright. He needed to act now, so…

Slashes of spiritual energy began to spread out from his position by the stairs, lashing out on many of the creatures who were under Atuzite’s control. It appeared as a light show, softly contouring the purple gas that the imposter had released right inside their guild hall. Despite the slashes being everywhere, Arcadia and any of the less maniacal guests were unharmed.

Simply, Mura walked down the stairs. The injured among him were a huge worry, and he’d rather solve the issue without any casualties. Then again, Atuzite was quite open about his assault on the guild hall… did he have a grudge? What was here that he so dearly wanted to solve? What was his goal?

His katana kept vibrating in his hand as several more slashes were released. It looked as if he was just holding it still from afar, but efficiently, he bathed in the efficiency of Kyuken-Style Grand Halo Blade. Maybe it was just this kind of scenario that Kyuken had developed this technique for?

“Arcadia, protect the rest that are still around,” he commanded the other Ace. Immediately after, he simply unsheathed a small stone dagger from his pocket and pointed both his swords towards Atuzite. A huge light beam would emerge, stretching out to an enormous spirit sword that intended to penetrate the imposter’s torso.

Spoiler:

There weren't many ways to completely ruin a day in the life of Aven Alveron. He'd faced terrible threats, demons, dark mages, thieves, and lived to smile once more. Among those possibilities, however, lay one of the most egregious offenders: hurting those he cared about. It was just this affront that the newcomer decided to attest to, proclaiming his intent to not only harm the members, but openly admitting his desire to destroy Fairy Tail as a whole. Not often did Aven's blood boil, or his gentle smile flee to the foothills, but it seemed today would be among the rare few.

Aven stood in the midst of the chaos, an silver Inertia circle appearing on his back as a dim golden light dispelled the effects of the poison cloud. He strode forward, his brow furrowed, analysing the situation, the world seeming to slow in his perspective: Mura had taken to protecting the victims of the initial onslaught, while Arcadia had been quick to respond, setting up her initial formation. His emerald eyes flitted around, gauging a rough estimate of the number of animals that were being employed, and any possible magical enhancements. More than thirty, he guessed, it was quite a swarm, but nothing unmanagable: they didn't have errant magical signatures, they were simply frenzied animals. He clacked his cane on the ground, summoning a white Seeker Circle to attach to the orb on the top, while he simultaneously destroyed the Inertia Circle on his back to empower the Seeker Circle, causing it to pulse brightly. The empowered circle then multiplied into two, and Aven called out to the bold attacker. "Awful presumptuous of you, dark wizard, to assume we'd oblige to be your executioners. Perhaps you wouldn't know, but there are other ways of defeating an opponent than ending their life!" With that, the Seeker Circles activated, and a barrage of arcane missiles erupted from the two of them, a total of forty, each one seeking out a critter and knocking it handily unconscious. In the blink of an eye, all the animals were incapacitated, yet alive: just as their controller would soon be, as the Seeker Circles reappeared in their empowered form, preparing to activate once more in just a few moments.

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Health: 400.
Magic Power: 295.

Abilities Used:

Inertia Circle (D-rank Spell)
Purification (UA)
Destruction Glyph (UA)
Seeker Circle (B+ rank Spell): (Missile Speed: 150 m/s. Damage per bolt: 30.)