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- Job: A Rank Exam
Rank: B Rank
Solo Word Count: 2000 words
Job Location: Magnolia
Job Description:
A strange religious cult has arrived in Magnolia, for some reason having their eyes set on the mages of Fairy Tail. Turns out they've somehow come to the conclusion that there is a messiah who has arrived in the guild, here to save them from all worldly suffering, and guess what? First person they see in the guild hall happens to be you. Not being picky people, the cult has decided that you are now their great savior, and are demanding for you to fulfill your role.
Find a way to either alleviate the situation and satisfy the cult, or in some less respectable manner, discreetly get them out of your hair for good.
Reward: A Rank!
I've been out there and seen the things she's made
Mythal didn’t know it yet, but today was going to be the day that he nearly had a heart attack. It was also the one where he, very nearly, gave into the darkness within him. There were no signs or warnings of what was to come; in fact, it seemed to be a far more chipper day than others had been. It was a cloud day, which meant that the God Slayer didn’t need to deal with the sun bearing down on him with its brightness and heat. The breakfast he had decided to experiment with had not only been successful but damn near mind-blowing. He’d opted to save some jewel and drive his lacrimacycle to the guild hall rather than jump on the train. The ride had been quite the sight, giving him a full perspective of the land that he didn’t normally take in. All in all, it was a turning out to be a good day. And with any luck, he would be able to find a job or two at the guild hall to bring in some jewel.
He pulled up onto the sidewalk right outside the hall, kicking the stand out so he could lean the vehicle while he went inside. A few passersby turned to look at the sleek motorcycle, as its design wasn’t widely known yet. The Motor City guild was certainly preparing to launch this new line of transportation but not yet. He pulled the helmet off his head and hung it on the handlebar. He was putting the temporary lock on the bike when he saw it, directly across the street from him. They were slightly hidden behind a set of stacked boxes in an alleyway but the color of their robes was distinct. Blood red. Mythal’s eyes latched onto the out-of-place color immediately and the sight of the half-hidden robed person that seemed to be staring out at him. Their face was hidden underneath the shadow of their hood but one could always tell when eyes were upon them.
The God Slayer rose up to a completely standing position slowly, keep his gaze focused on the man or woman – he couldn’t tell. The world seemed to slow down as he glared at the figure, time falling into a crawl as each person stared at the other. Already Mythal was gently funneling magic out of his core, pulling it towards his right arm slowly so his magical signature didn’t give off too high of a pressure. What was he supposed to do, in such a crowded place like this? People were moving every which way through the streets of Magnolia, going about their days in oblivious stupor to the possible violence that was about to erupt. If he was attacked here, what could he do? He’d dealt with the Tower of Rodger in the market district but that had been after most of the crowd had run away. There had been rumbling – the ground had shaken and cracked as a warning to them all. If this robed person attacked right now, lives would be at stake. Was it better for him to attack first instead? Leap across the street and pin this person to the ground, demanding answers?
And what if this was a member of the Sons of Faera? What was his next step after that? The more violent thoughts that came to mind surged ice water through his veins. But just as he was weighing his options, a small child came running around the corner, wearing a similar red robe. He still couldn’t tell the gender of the new arrival but they had to be six or seven, judging by the height. “Mommy! Daddy found the food!” he said proudly, holding up a retrieved apple like it was gold. The figure that had been staring at him turned easily, a small laugh escaping the apparent mother’s mouth.
“How wonderful!” She replied, bending down to hug the little tyke. Just past her crouched head he could see another man in a similar red robe, holding bags that were filled to the brim with food.
Mythal’s tension slowly began to dissipate, his hands uncurling from their tightly wound fists. As he did so, he could feel each limb shaking slightly, the rush of adrenaline still fueling through his veins. He sighed gently and scratched the back of his head with one hand. “Getting’ too much in your head,” he chastised himself, giving his head a small shake to try and rid himself of the emotions that had come crawling back up. As he turned back towards the guild hall and entered through its doors, he missed the robed woman waving to her husband – and apparently a small group of similarly dressed folks – and pointing at his back as he entered.
His first stop was one he didn’t expect – the bar. He walked around the end of it and moved right inside. His hands moved like they had practiced for years; a glass found its way into one hand and the heaviest liquor on the shelves was popped open and poured into it. He didn’t even bother to sip the drink to for the taste; it was knocked back in one swift motion. He swallowed it heartily and sighed, feeling his nerves dull a little from the smooth and heavy booze that now made its way to his stomach. He stood there for a moment longer, resting his forehead against the glass, trying to decide if he wanted another drink just to fully steady himself. But he silently turned it down; he still was planning on doing a job today and he was also driving. Last thing he wanted to do was wind up wrapped around a tree or in a ditch.
He set the glass down in the sink and finally removed himself from his safe haven, walking around the bar and heading towards the entryway again. It was a hop, skip and a jump up to the job board and then what had just happened would be the last thing on his mind. He was almost fully back to himself by the time he was turning up towards the board. He hadn’t even heard the doors open or the small gasps that came from the crowd of people that had just entered.
“Oh my Lord! Nika, you were right! It is him!”
That same cold feeling rifled through his bloodstream and he froze on the spot, his eyes widening as he stared blankly at the ground. Everything in him begged for this to be a nightmare, for him to suddenly wake up and find himself in his bed. But as he slowly turned, he found himself staring a several red-robed heads that were all staring right back at him. His eyes snapped between each face, as their cowls had been pulled back enough to reveal their smiling, awed features.
“It is the Savior!” An elderly-sounding man said from the left, proclaiming the statement loud and proud. And then, one by one, they all fell to their hands and knees and bowed to him, like he was the walking epitome of some divine creature. And all Mythal could do was stare in absolute horror.
He pulled up onto the sidewalk right outside the hall, kicking the stand out so he could lean the vehicle while he went inside. A few passersby turned to look at the sleek motorcycle, as its design wasn’t widely known yet. The Motor City guild was certainly preparing to launch this new line of transportation but not yet. He pulled the helmet off his head and hung it on the handlebar. He was putting the temporary lock on the bike when he saw it, directly across the street from him. They were slightly hidden behind a set of stacked boxes in an alleyway but the color of their robes was distinct. Blood red. Mythal’s eyes latched onto the out-of-place color immediately and the sight of the half-hidden robed person that seemed to be staring out at him. Their face was hidden underneath the shadow of their hood but one could always tell when eyes were upon them.
The God Slayer rose up to a completely standing position slowly, keep his gaze focused on the man or woman – he couldn’t tell. The world seemed to slow down as he glared at the figure, time falling into a crawl as each person stared at the other. Already Mythal was gently funneling magic out of his core, pulling it towards his right arm slowly so his magical signature didn’t give off too high of a pressure. What was he supposed to do, in such a crowded place like this? People were moving every which way through the streets of Magnolia, going about their days in oblivious stupor to the possible violence that was about to erupt. If he was attacked here, what could he do? He’d dealt with the Tower of Rodger in the market district but that had been after most of the crowd had run away. There had been rumbling – the ground had shaken and cracked as a warning to them all. If this robed person attacked right now, lives would be at stake. Was it better for him to attack first instead? Leap across the street and pin this person to the ground, demanding answers?
And what if this was a member of the Sons of Faera? What was his next step after that? The more violent thoughts that came to mind surged ice water through his veins. But just as he was weighing his options, a small child came running around the corner, wearing a similar red robe. He still couldn’t tell the gender of the new arrival but they had to be six or seven, judging by the height. “Mommy! Daddy found the food!” he said proudly, holding up a retrieved apple like it was gold. The figure that had been staring at him turned easily, a small laugh escaping the apparent mother’s mouth.
“How wonderful!” She replied, bending down to hug the little tyke. Just past her crouched head he could see another man in a similar red robe, holding bags that were filled to the brim with food.
Mythal’s tension slowly began to dissipate, his hands uncurling from their tightly wound fists. As he did so, he could feel each limb shaking slightly, the rush of adrenaline still fueling through his veins. He sighed gently and scratched the back of his head with one hand. “Getting’ too much in your head,” he chastised himself, giving his head a small shake to try and rid himself of the emotions that had come crawling back up. As he turned back towards the guild hall and entered through its doors, he missed the robed woman waving to her husband – and apparently a small group of similarly dressed folks – and pointing at his back as he entered.
His first stop was one he didn’t expect – the bar. He walked around the end of it and moved right inside. His hands moved like they had practiced for years; a glass found its way into one hand and the heaviest liquor on the shelves was popped open and poured into it. He didn’t even bother to sip the drink to for the taste; it was knocked back in one swift motion. He swallowed it heartily and sighed, feeling his nerves dull a little from the smooth and heavy booze that now made its way to his stomach. He stood there for a moment longer, resting his forehead against the glass, trying to decide if he wanted another drink just to fully steady himself. But he silently turned it down; he still was planning on doing a job today and he was also driving. Last thing he wanted to do was wind up wrapped around a tree or in a ditch.
He set the glass down in the sink and finally removed himself from his safe haven, walking around the bar and heading towards the entryway again. It was a hop, skip and a jump up to the job board and then what had just happened would be the last thing on his mind. He was almost fully back to himself by the time he was turning up towards the board. He hadn’t even heard the doors open or the small gasps that came from the crowd of people that had just entered.
“Oh my Lord! Nika, you were right! It is him!”
That same cold feeling rifled through his bloodstream and he froze on the spot, his eyes widening as he stared blankly at the ground. Everything in him begged for this to be a nightmare, for him to suddenly wake up and find himself in his bed. But as he slowly turned, he found himself staring a several red-robed heads that were all staring right back at him. His eyes snapped between each face, as their cowls had been pulled back enough to reveal their smiling, awed features.
“It is the Savior!” An elderly-sounding man said from the left, proclaiming the statement loud and proud. And then, one by one, they all fell to their hands and knees and bowed to him, like he was the walking epitome of some divine creature. And all Mythal could do was stare in absolute horror.
| Magnolia | Fairy Tail |
| 1203/2000 | |
Let me tell you, they are fear.
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