https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t31089-fairy-skelter
Walking through the market of Magnolia, there was a eerie tension that was passing through from south end towards the north. The source of this tension was the aura one man. The various residents of Magnolia seemed to be avoiding the pirate at all costs, no one knew why they were scared, there was a menacing aura, but it was more like a heated blade, focused and condensed, only meant for one target. His hands in the pockets of his red jacket, fiddling with a bunch of coins or small items left inside his pocket. Fantastico was not a man who enjoyed to act out of anger, revenge maybe, but anger to him wasn't very pleasurable as his calm demeanor seemed to kill the good feelings it can bring and leave just the negative bitter aspects. It was for that reason that he avoids the feeling of anger, it no longer seemed to give him any relief in the moment, just pain.
His eyes sharply gazed around the stalls, he was here yesterday and seemingly in a joyous mood, very happy and chatting up almost everyone in sight, his usual self. To those that saw him around yesterday, they knew something was up when the life filled eyes were now focused, piercing as he saw one stand. Since coming to Magnolia, Fantastico felt at home, the place seemed to fit his normal attitude and he could hardly find a fault, until last night. He approached a small stand that was selling genuine fairy dust, the very same merchant the pirate had bought a small bag of fairy dust from yesterday.
There was no customers at the moment, and Fantastico stopped just as he was about to pass, and he slowly turned to face the scrawny man. He slowly began to step towards him, not saying anything. The scrawny man looked up to see the piercing brown eyes stare right through him. "You waste of flesh, are you proud of yourself?" Fantastico said as he took out the small bag. He put it down on the table before he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt with the other. "Remember me? I was here yesterday, I bought a bag from you. At first I thought it was rare to find fresh fairy dust, hell I even asked you where it came from."
The merchant was being drenched in his out sweat, he was not sure what the pirate was trying to say but all he knew was, he was afraid, and possibly dead. He managed to try and mutter out a response. "A... group of fairies, willing... it ain't illegal fresh if... ya know, it was, given, willingly."
Fantastico tightened his grip with one hand, before opening the bag with the other. Fantastico switched his grip to the the back of his head as he forced the man to look in the bag, where he saw the reason for the anger. There was half a fairy wing, still attached to the stem, covered in tiny blood with fragments of bone hanging off it. "Consent? Who would consent to having a vital part of their being ripped out! Look at that! There is no way your batch was obtained with consent! Your entire stock is dirty. I told you I needed clean! You gave me your word!"
The scrawny merchant looked around, desperate for help. However the bystanders of the market, even the other merchants seemed to be backing away. Some were afraid or didn't know if they should step in, others were afraid to step in, the rest were simply appalled that someone they knew was selling a dirty batch. The man looked around, panicking. "Someone help! This man wants to kill me!" He said in a panic. However most of the bystanders were complacent, one of the kids even shouting "Shut up fairy killer! You're the villain here!"
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Walking through the market of Magnolia, there was a eerie tension that was passing through from south end towards the north. The source of this tension was the aura one man. The various residents of Magnolia seemed to be avoiding the pirate at all costs, no one knew why they were scared, there was a menacing aura, but it was more like a heated blade, focused and condensed, only meant for one target. His hands in the pockets of his red jacket, fiddling with a bunch of coins or small items left inside his pocket. Fantastico was not a man who enjoyed to act out of anger, revenge maybe, but anger to him wasn't very pleasurable as his calm demeanor seemed to kill the good feelings it can bring and leave just the negative bitter aspects. It was for that reason that he avoids the feeling of anger, it no longer seemed to give him any relief in the moment, just pain.
His eyes sharply gazed around the stalls, he was here yesterday and seemingly in a joyous mood, very happy and chatting up almost everyone in sight, his usual self. To those that saw him around yesterday, they knew something was up when the life filled eyes were now focused, piercing as he saw one stand. Since coming to Magnolia, Fantastico felt at home, the place seemed to fit his normal attitude and he could hardly find a fault, until last night. He approached a small stand that was selling genuine fairy dust, the very same merchant the pirate had bought a small bag of fairy dust from yesterday.
There was no customers at the moment, and Fantastico stopped just as he was about to pass, and he slowly turned to face the scrawny man. He slowly began to step towards him, not saying anything. The scrawny man looked up to see the piercing brown eyes stare right through him. "You waste of flesh, are you proud of yourself?" Fantastico said as he took out the small bag. He put it down on the table before he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt with the other. "Remember me? I was here yesterday, I bought a bag from you. At first I thought it was rare to find fresh fairy dust, hell I even asked you where it came from."
The merchant was being drenched in his out sweat, he was not sure what the pirate was trying to say but all he knew was, he was afraid, and possibly dead. He managed to try and mutter out a response. "A... group of fairies, willing... it ain't illegal fresh if... ya know, it was, given, willingly."
Fantastico tightened his grip with one hand, before opening the bag with the other. Fantastico switched his grip to the the back of his head as he forced the man to look in the bag, where he saw the reason for the anger. There was half a fairy wing, still attached to the stem, covered in tiny blood with fragments of bone hanging off it. "Consent? Who would consent to having a vital part of their being ripped out! Look at that! There is no way your batch was obtained with consent! Your entire stock is dirty. I told you I needed clean! You gave me your word!"
The scrawny merchant looked around, desperate for help. However the bystanders of the market, even the other merchants seemed to be backing away. Some were afraid or didn't know if they should step in, others were afraid to step in, the rest were simply appalled that someone they knew was selling a dirty batch. The man looked around, panicking. "Someone help! This man wants to kill me!" He said in a panic. However most of the bystanders were complacent, one of the kids even shouting "Shut up fairy killer! You're the villain here!"
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