Not This Time, Fall [Tricks Abound Event | Mura & Mythica]

Mura didn’t care much, he thought that the pumpkin costume had been staying in his closet for too long and needed to get out. It was his signature Halloween costume, and since some were wearing such garments in these times of festivity, he felt that he had the freedom to do so as well without being gunned down. Today was a lively day; lots of tourists had arrived at certain spots in the country to celebrate the, uh, last harvest and the coming of true fall. Autumn was coloring the streets and the skies, and darker times were heading towards them. Soon, it would grow colder and colder, and snow would begin to fall. They would have to take the time they had right now and enjoy it for what it was; a reddish glow of falling leaves and passionate souls.

A growl escaped his belly as he eyed the costume in front of him… nah, he changed his mind. He actually bought a new suit a while ago, and he wanted to take it for a spin. Opening the closet just a little bit further, he laid his eyes upon a brand-new trench coat that he, surprisingly, could afford. Time to feel a little fashionable today, since it was a festival and all.

And thanks to his efforts, people now knew him as a protector of Magnolia. Many people began looking up to the surprisingly discreet and mysterious theme of Fairy Tail, treating it as they always treated their local guild of wizards - with awe. Mura couldn’t help but feel that their opinions on him and his guild meant more than the opinions of those outside of Magnolia, for here he lived, and here his guild had taken roots a long time ago. And it better stay that way, no matter what.

Although, it didn’t take long before he got a little lost in the crowds… damn, there were many people outside in the streets. And lots of tables and tents were put up with countless games and shops, since any festival was a grand opportunity and a fishing pool for merchants.

WC: 354

Ahh… it was refreshing but rather sad to be away from Kyuken and Zirconis. Those two had been strolling around Magnolia before Mura even woke up, and now he had lost track of them. He wondered what they were doing now… maybe Zirconis was just trying to stop Kyuken from peeking in women’s bedrooms in the morning or something. He would have to make sure to ask of their whereabouts when he found them again… alas, he shouldn’t worry too much about them right now. He needed to unwind and have a little fun.

And there appeared to be boots ready nearby for a certain cooking contest… maybe he should try his luck? He had been cooking his own food for years now, and he felt like he had plenty of recipes for dishes that he believed could earn him a win in a contest like that one.

But as he almost took his first step after standing out in silence, a voice spoke to him. He… he should’ve realized the pattern here. It was a very familiar Mythica who made her presence known to him, as sudden as all other times where she showed up in events such as this festival. A small ‘yip’, silent enough, escaped his mouth, but Mura dealt with the arrival much calmer than usual. Usually, Mythica’s aura put him on edge - she did always appear as a very mysterious and, uh, ‘explosive’ woman to him - but at this point, he had gotten used to her popping in and out whenever it pleased her.

The arm-locking, though, just caused his face to redden up. “I… I’ve been doing well,” he responded as he faced Mythica directly, only on certain instances moving his eyes away from hers out of shyness, “Jeez, you always show up out of nowhere, Mythica… uhhh…” A little scent of fright could be heard from his voice as he clenched his thighs a little.

“I-I… p-p-please, I hope you’re not… y-you know, angry at me for last time…” Sometimes at night, he would still wake up in sweat and horribly grasp his business protectively. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that it caused subconscious trust issues…

WC: 369
TWC: 723/1500

… Oh no. Mura’s head was beginning to spin. There was something about having a girl’s arm locking yours that bewitched him. It obviously didn’t help that Mythica just found it so convenient to play with his mind by theorizing the possibility of her not actually being here with him right now… but just being a part of his subconscious projection. A thought in his mind who was never around… no… no, no, that wasn’t true. She had been spotted by others. And yet, it frightened him a little to the point where he was shivering just a tiny bit. That wasn’t funny at all…

Oh well, he could at least assure himself that she wouldn’t, you know, break his kind area again. Although, she reminded him that they were married… it didn’t really bother him at this point. Hmh… it’s still very rushed, but…, Mura thought, Now, I can tell my dad that I’m married. Maybe it’s not so bad, after all… even though she didn’t give me a chance to have any say in it. He gazed at Mythica for a few seconds, taking in the fact that the girl full of secrets, conveniently present and absent - and with her good looks - was married to him.

It caused steam to escape his ears. He still wasn’t too used to having a partner like this; w-what was he supposed to do now? As far as he knew, partners… they… they did share bed. And thus, the steam intensified until it was visible. His eyes had gotten all white from shamelessness.

“*gulp*… S-So, it’s a pretty festival, don’t you think?” he spoke with a troubled voice. Remember the accident of his back at his house that one morning? The way she spoke to him… he wouldn’t mind repeating that accident. His mind began melting, but he tried to pull the attention towards other things such as the festival happening around them. “T-There’s so much to do, though… *sniff* ahh~ I can smell something strong and tasty nearby…”

WC: 339
TWC: 1062/1500

A cooking contest? No wonder the smell was so good; it was about making the best food for the judges to deem the best out of… uh, four, as he counted. The smell was a combination of spices and dairy, and it threw Mura’s taste buds on a roll. Yeah… if he participated, then he surely believed that he could win. Obviously, he didn’t intend to belittle anyone’s skills in cooking, but he thought that what he had in mind could throw the judges off with a sense of relief, a rebreather as well as new and exciting… sometimes, a surprising meal just tasted better.

Myth also wished to join and brought her and Mura up to the host. After stating her wish, the host’s smile grew as he replied: “Ah, perfect! We just so happened to need one couple more- wait, Mura Kensho?! What a marvelous participant!” Mura got them joined in quickly via name and all; his name as well as Mythica’s. The host then turned around to boost his advertisement with the exclamation, “It seems our Cooking Contest has drawn the attention of Magnolia’s center of wizardry! Rejoice as the participants will get ready at each booth; Sharon of the Cheese Flood - per request, we call her that - Mr. and Mrs. Reeves all the way from Clover Town, the three-year Champion of Pots and Poultry, Master Chef Ramsey, and Magnolia’s own, beloved Saint of Fortitude and his elegant partner, Mura Kensho and Mythica! Please, may all participants get ready at their booths, so the contest may begin…!”

Each booth was equipped with all that they needed to prepare a meal, so creativity and skill in making tasty food was key to winning this contest. There were also aprons to be worn by the participants, and Mura had no qualms putting one on. While he was at it, he picked another up and flung it over Mythica’s torso and bound the ties around her waist and neck. “Now, we don’t want you to dirty your clothes with spices or anything…” he explained.

They had a few moments until the timer would set. Mura knew that he had to plan something with Mythica, so he spared no hesitation and asked: “Uh, anything in mind? I… only know Midian dishes.”

WC: 382
TWC: 1444/1500