It was a sunny afternoon in Magnolia Town, like every day before it. Every time Louie came to this town, it was always clear blue skies and a bright, warm sun wrapping it altogether. It was as if doom and gloom avoided Magnolia, and Fairy Tail lived their days in peace.
As much as Louie avoided them, passing through the guild from time to time was inevitable. It was the equivalent of not needing to be in his stores for them to operate, but checking in would allow them to work at their full potential, and Fairy Tail had surely proven to have potential.
Ever since he walked into their hideous building and privileged them with the knowledge of him donning their emblem, a myriad of businessmen, entrepreneurs, and even sorcerers had reached out to him knowing he was from Fairy Tail. Arcadia, or who Louie remembered as jailbait, was able to get him to compete on a popular television show soon after he had joined, and a memorable employee from the West Fiore Trading Company reached out to him for seed money. Of course, Tomura Momochi, the employee, was dead now after doing what he did to Louie, leaving the multi-millionaire wondering what to do with the money he gave him and if he could take his assets as a result. Louie resented having to be in that building of theirs, but even he could not deny that he may leave that place richer than how he entered. Well, that's the headspace he had been in today, but life hardly worked the way you wanted it to.
With a sense of purpose and import distinct to the blonde, Louie walked through the doors that were admittedly grander than the building itself, expecting the beasts of Fairy Tail to greet him as they normally had. As usual, Louie was wearing expensive items and dressed quite fashionably as well, wearing his signature golden jewelry on his upper-body. "Bonjour..." he started, but when he walked inside, there was virtually no one there. He could hear the tapping and shuffling of feet above him, but none below. Save for the butch brute of a man running the sorry excuse for a bar, Louie was alone.
How strange for pigs to be out of their pen. On any other day, they would've been here. he thought to himself, looking around the hall room with a sour expression. His face often adopted a frown or glare when he was deep in contemplation, and seeing the emptiness of Fairy Tail was strange for Louie.
Abruptly, Louie looked at the butch bartender, impatiently folding his arms over his chest. "You there. Tell me, where are all of your friends?" he asked curtly. Compared to the last few times he had come by, he was leagues more brash and impertinent than before. He didn't say "please" or "thank you," and the kind smile he wore never appeared as if he never made such a face, to begin with. He walked as if he owned the place and left as if he were eager to go somewhere better. After the incident with the men and Meyer last time, there was no point in deception anymore.
The bartender looked at him briefly and then looked away. "Probably on jobs."
"Is that right?" Louie clicked his tongue, looking displeased, "Zut. The one thing this guild is good for and they aren't even here to fulfill that purpose. Do you at least know if Arcadia's here?"
"I don't know, Mr. Klein. You'd be better off checking upstairs—"
"No," Louie interrupted, "I don't want to have to be in here longer than I must. If you see her, you tell her that I'm looking for her. Do you understand?"
The bartender's face became almost as sour as Louie's when he said that. "dO yOu uNdErsTanD?" he jeeringly mocked under his breath.
Louie's eyes narrowed. "What did you just say, bartender?"
"I said sure."
"Hmph."
He began to turn to walk right out of the doors he so confidently walked into, convinced that he would find nothing he was looking for here at the guild. There was something rather annoying about not being acknowledged by a swarm of a people when he stepped foot into this shitty building that put him in a bad mood. Granted, Louie is always in a bad mood when his excessive needs weren't being met. This was the case until someone whispered in his ear.
"Bon Dieu!" Louie slammed his palm into his ear in shock, whipping back around to look at the bartender.
The bartender, on the other hand, looked at him, wondering if he had anything else to say. "What is it?"
"Don't play games with me, I know a pig's hearing is fantastique! Didn't you just hear that?!" Louie glared at him, nearly shouting.
"..." The bartender just glared back and went back to doing whatever he was before Louie showed up. "Nothing that can hurt you."
"Oh, that's helpful of you! Inutile!" Louie ground his teeth together, small, orange flames popping on his clawed palm in vexation. Removing his palm from his ear, he took the bartender's word for it. This was a country of magic after all, and Louie was prepared for one of Mura's weird, chatty apparitions to speak to him or maybe some other conjure of mana. Whatever it was, it was soft and tranquil, telling him that none other than Nessa Cordelia Lux was requesting an audience with him, and Louie listened.
"What? Wait at the bar?" he looked at the bartender again, feeling reluctant to be anywhere near that ugly man, "I'll give her five minutes... and that is all! No more! No less!" After his grievances, Louie sat at the stool farthest away from the bartender, who looked at him, yet again, curiously.
"Do you want somethin' to drink—"
Louie stared at him with venom in his crimson eyes, tapping the counter impatiently. "Je jure devant Dieu, if you don't shut the fxck up..."
"..." The bartender stared at him.
"..." Louie glared back.
As much as Louie avoided them, passing through the guild from time to time was inevitable. It was the equivalent of not needing to be in his stores for them to operate, but checking in would allow them to work at their full potential, and Fairy Tail had surely proven to have potential.
Ever since he walked into their hideous building and privileged them with the knowledge of him donning their emblem, a myriad of businessmen, entrepreneurs, and even sorcerers had reached out to him knowing he was from Fairy Tail. Arcadia, or who Louie remembered as jailbait, was able to get him to compete on a popular television show soon after he had joined, and a memorable employee from the West Fiore Trading Company reached out to him for seed money. Of course, Tomura Momochi, the employee, was dead now after doing what he did to Louie, leaving the multi-millionaire wondering what to do with the money he gave him and if he could take his assets as a result. Louie resented having to be in that building of theirs, but even he could not deny that he may leave that place richer than how he entered. Well, that's the headspace he had been in today, but life hardly worked the way you wanted it to.
With a sense of purpose and import distinct to the blonde, Louie walked through the doors that were admittedly grander than the building itself, expecting the beasts of Fairy Tail to greet him as they normally had. As usual, Louie was wearing expensive items and dressed quite fashionably as well, wearing his signature golden jewelry on his upper-body. "Bonjour..." he started, but when he walked inside, there was virtually no one there. He could hear the tapping and shuffling of feet above him, but none below. Save for the butch brute of a man running the sorry excuse for a bar, Louie was alone.
How strange for pigs to be out of their pen. On any other day, they would've been here. he thought to himself, looking around the hall room with a sour expression. His face often adopted a frown or glare when he was deep in contemplation, and seeing the emptiness of Fairy Tail was strange for Louie.
Abruptly, Louie looked at the butch bartender, impatiently folding his arms over his chest. "You there. Tell me, where are all of your friends?" he asked curtly. Compared to the last few times he had come by, he was leagues more brash and impertinent than before. He didn't say "please" or "thank you," and the kind smile he wore never appeared as if he never made such a face, to begin with. He walked as if he owned the place and left as if he were eager to go somewhere better. After the incident with the men and Meyer last time, there was no point in deception anymore.
The bartender looked at him briefly and then looked away. "Probably on jobs."
"Is that right?" Louie clicked his tongue, looking displeased, "Zut. The one thing this guild is good for and they aren't even here to fulfill that purpose. Do you at least know if Arcadia's here?"
"I don't know, Mr. Klein. You'd be better off checking upstairs—"
"No," Louie interrupted, "I don't want to have to be in here longer than I must. If you see her, you tell her that I'm looking for her. Do you understand?"
The bartender's face became almost as sour as Louie's when he said that. "dO yOu uNdErsTanD?" he jeeringly mocked under his breath.
Louie's eyes narrowed. "What did you just say, bartender?"
"I said sure."
"Hmph."
He began to turn to walk right out of the doors he so confidently walked into, convinced that he would find nothing he was looking for here at the guild. There was something rather annoying about not being acknowledged by a swarm of a people when he stepped foot into this shitty building that put him in a bad mood. Granted, Louie is always in a bad mood when his excessive needs weren't being met. This was the case until someone whispered in his ear.
"Bon Dieu!" Louie slammed his palm into his ear in shock, whipping back around to look at the bartender.
The bartender, on the other hand, looked at him, wondering if he had anything else to say. "What is it?"
"Don't play games with me, I know a pig's hearing is fantastique! Didn't you just hear that?!" Louie glared at him, nearly shouting.
"..." The bartender just glared back and went back to doing whatever he was before Louie showed up. "Nothing that can hurt you."
"Oh, that's helpful of you! Inutile!" Louie ground his teeth together, small, orange flames popping on his clawed palm in vexation. Removing his palm from his ear, he took the bartender's word for it. This was a country of magic after all, and Louie was prepared for one of Mura's weird, chatty apparitions to speak to him or maybe some other conjure of mana. Whatever it was, it was soft and tranquil, telling him that none other than Nessa Cordelia Lux was requesting an audience with him, and Louie listened.
"What? Wait at the bar?" he looked at the bartender again, feeling reluctant to be anywhere near that ugly man, "I'll give her five minutes... and that is all! No more! No less!" After his grievances, Louie sat at the stool farthest away from the bartender, who looked at him, yet again, curiously.
"Do you want somethin' to drink—"
Louie stared at him with venom in his crimson eyes, tapping the counter impatiently. "Je jure devant Dieu, if you don't shut the fxck up..."
"..." The bartender stared at him.
"..." Louie glared back.
"Tch."
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Zut = Damn
Bon Dieu! = Good God!
Inutile! = Useless!
Je jure devant Dieu, = I swear to God,
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Zut = Damn
Bon Dieu! = Good God!
Inutile! = Useless!
Je jure devant Dieu, = I swear to God,
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After that and many previous exchanges, the officer was able to at least understand that bickering with the Napedian was futile at this point, took the card, and would bill Louie for his plethora of crimes against the state's traffic laws. It didn't matter since he could buy his way out of trouble, and it wasn't like anyone got hurt. After dumbly shooing the begrudging officer away, the blonde was left alone with Nessa, who, needless to say, wasn't happy with what had just unfolded over the last couple of minutes.
