There were times that Aven worried about Fairy Tail. It's members had always erred on the eccentric side, but as of late, the concept had been taken to a new extreme. As lively as this new recruit was, there was a clear source for her confidence, rooted in an obviously elevated Social Status. Hubris seemed to be the theme of the year, in fact, with recent addition, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't rub him the wrong way; sure, there was something to be said about pride in one's abilities and the positive effect that can have on a wizard's potential in a fight, but pride also comes before the fall. If possible, he'd like the newer member to learn that lesson on their own, though he feared for some of their safety in the process.
Regardless, Aven held the door open with his usual smile, hoping for the best, before following the young lady in, where Mura greeted the two of them. Aven gave the Guild Master a friendly grin and a wave. He was glad the position had been filled by someone as competent and patient as Mura: being a Guild Master was a taxing job, and with so many eccentric wizards to manage and clean up after, having mastered the art of 'Going with the flow' both in and out of combat, Mura was a perfect fit. "Afternoon, Master Mura! I just let her in the door, to be honest: she says she wants to join Fairy Tail, and I figured you'd like to speak with her on the matter."
Of course, it came as little surprise when the unofficial party was crashed by Ghost opening a portal by the job board, waltzing past the tables without so much as a friendly gesture or greeting. Aven often worried about the young wizard; particularly regarding the latter's sharp tongue and lack of social graces. A flashy entrance was appropriate in certain settings, but the Guild Hall was no place to open random portals to parallel dimensions. Ghost had been rather outspoken lately about his advances in magic, making offhanded comments and strange remarks about some form of analysis. If Aven were a betting man, he'd wager that, with the arrival of a new face, they were about to get an earful of something.
Sure enough, only though sheer will was Aven able to suppress the urge to roll his eyes as Ghost rattled off a completely unwarranted- and incredibly inaccurate- assessment of his and Mura's strength. Normally, it would be a feat of incredible audacity to annoy Aven, but Ghost had recently become an expert in the field, despite Aven's efforts. Seventy Percent of his power, hm? The twilight wizard was begging to be shown just how faulty his measurements were, when a small outburst from Winchas, the resident gunsmith, brought a grin to Aven's face. Some would call it a string of insults; Aven would call it a soliloquy, judging by the creativity of expression and length. He wondered how she rattled that entire verse off without a breath? Extensive practice, he imagined, or perhaps it was simply a talent of hers.
It may have been that Aven was lightly inspired by the forwardness of his guildmate, Winchas, or maybe he'd become a bit too tired of the small notes of disrespect: whatever the case, Aven decided to give a small demonstration about disrespecting other guild members, a simple issue Mura shouldn't need to waste his time on. Without warning, Aven's magic power surged through the room, as he released the power of his Circle Magic's Ascension Glyphs, exerting his pressure on the gathering. Mura wouldn't feel more than a small change in atmosphere, of course, but the rest would experience a sudden pressing weight to their movements. Aven spoke calmly, but sternly. "I'd appreciate if we refrain from flaunting our Social Standings here," He glanced at Spectra, "Fairy Tail is a family, and we treat each other as equals here, no matter if you were born Noble or worked your way from the very bottom." His attention shifted, casting a stern look at Ghost. "Bragging about our strength isn't something we do, either. This is a place for wizards to gather and grow at their own pace, and if you're set on belittling your fellow guild mates, or flaunting your power," Aven paused for a brief moment, a small gesture sending a Greatsword of radiant light whizzing past Ghost and out the door at a frightening speed, "You should be prepared to back it up."
His magic power receded, as he resealed the Ascension Glyphs, and he gave Mura a small bow. "I apologize if I was out of line, Master Mura, I simply wished to express a concern I've had for a while." There was a certain hypocrisy in abating shows of strength with greater shows of strength, one he knew all too well. Still, there were times when a man had to put his foot down, and he believed it was the time and place to set an example. Hopefully, the Guild Master would agree; otherwise, Aven would respectfully accept his punishment.
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