Paid Expedition (Endgame Party)

Aspen didn't quite know why exactly she'd come to the Unknown Lands today. Normally, following a call to action from the Magic Council was anything the Slayer from Silver Wolf wanted to avoid, getting tangled up in Fiore's political system one way or another could have unforeseen consequences that she was accutely aware of. The girl very much wanted to stay out of sight and lay low. It hadn't been too long, relatively speaking, since she'd escaped from Pergrande, and she knew that the agents of the authoritarian nation would stay vigilant for a long, long time, keeping their eyes open for anyone who had managed to make it out of Pergrande. She'd seen the consequences of fleeing the Kingdom with her own two eyes. She didn't really want to recount her role in the purges, but the memories flashed across her inner eye for a brief second, the girl unable to hold them at bay. She grit her teeth. Maybe this was a mistake? Well, according to the Magic Council, this would be an effort to scout out the Unknown Lands, promising great reward, treasure, and adventure. Seemed very optimistic, to say the least, but the prospect of a fat pay check was enough to entice the girl. For someone who was perpetually broke, it seemed, the constant need for resources and material her studies and engineering experiments cost a lot of Jewels, after all, this was a golden opportunity to make some money.

Well, there was only one way to find out where this would get her, huh? She figured that there were more than enough other mages here to diminish the effect her involvement greatly, and undoubtedly some of them, like all of these Gods, Warlords, Stars, Storms, and whatever else piss-fancy titles they gave themselves these days that were always horny for more fame and glory would readily accept all the responsibility for this mission's success ... though would also certainly dodge the blame and load it on everyone else if it failed. It was a gamble, really, but as long as she would be paid and simultaneously manage to stay out of any spotlight she guessed that she would be fine. Thus, she would push on towards the meeting spot, flying on the back of a metallic falcon-like bird she'd created from her magic to traverse the Unknown Lands quickly. It seemed like it wouldn't take her long to find something as well. Her pace was relatively quick, wind rushing past her face under the hood of her jacket, her amber-colored eyes ever-curiously scanning the expanse of terrain beneath her. It seemed that things were already in full swing. Maybe she was a little late? It wouldn't really matter. If she wasn't the first to the feast that just meant she'd wouldn't have to deal with the pushing and shoving of those eager to grab the first bite, right? All the more reason to lean back, take her time, and stay out of everyone's business as she'd look around for her own opportunity to grab some treasure. She was, after all, a member of Silver Wolf.

That was, however, the moment she would spot something rather interesting in the distance, a towering beast rising from the rocky, mountainous terrain that was shaking violently from the sheer force of its movements alone. The worm would rear skywards, releasing a massive, resounding roar that caused the air for miles to vibrate with menacing resonance. That was all well and good, someone would take care of the thing and she'd move on like nothing happened if that was the only monster she'd spotted, but the gigantic dragon, seemingly made entirely out of fruit-scented jello, the smell of the air left no doubt about that, was a dead-giveaway that someone Aspen knew very well was currently fighting the beast. The metallic bird would turn suddenly, making a beeline for the hill where she expected to find her fellow Ace of Silver Wolf and Treasure Hunter. As she got close, the magical construct created from her magic would swoop down, Aspen jumping off the bird and landing near Theo, and, as she would find out, two other mages as well, stretchign her hand up as the metallic creature liquified and turned back into her Iron Key, the girl catching it out of the air with unchanging, ever-stoically expression. Her Pergrandean accent gave her monotonous voice a characteristic, distinct sound as she adressed the jello mage. "Looks like you've already made some friends, Theo", of course, refering to the white-haired woman and the other man with the black hair. Aspen had, of course, no idea who they were. "Aspen Azarov's the name. If you're getting ready for a fight ...", a small, subtle smirk would spread across her lips. A machinegun wouldn't be effective against a thing of that size, she was sure. Well, perfect time to test out the little something she had stumbled upon only recently. Arcs of blue electricity danced across one of her arms as she pointed it at the worm, "... mind if I join in? I have a few new tricks up my sleeve I would like to try out".

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Johann took a deep breath, his posture slumping forward somewhat, supporting himself on the hilt of the sword still in his hand. Who would've thought that his arrival in the Unknown Lands would immediately be accompanied by a vicious assault from the native fauna. Perhaps, he thought, he should invest some effort into being more covert when he travelled to avoid scenarios such as this one. The Ambassador of Dies Irae looked down at his sleeves and coat, specks of thick, dark, and viscous wyvern blood dotting the left side of his attire and, he realized, probably his face and hair, too. The silver-haired man sighed. Perhaps he should look into some kind of magic that would clean him of the sanguine life essence he would often find himself coated with. It was becoming more than a slight nuisance at this point, not to mention the sheer wear and tear that his wardrobe had to bear. Johann only now good a better chance to look at his surroundings, the dry, rocky terrain that stretched out for miles and miles around him seemingly unending, touching the horizon above the shallow, sandy dunes in the distance. Well, it seemed obvious that he was far, far away from any other mage that had been sent on this mission at current. He'd make a mental note of the presence of these creatures, looking around at the 3 wyvern corpses around him, the desert sands dotted in red liquid similar to that which stained his coat. Their capabilities, the black, exceptionally hot flame, that was, as well as their apperance, were also logged. He couldn't come back with that being the only little bit of information to report, though. He expected that someone out there had already stumbled across beasts like those before, and that they were known to the world, though the Ambassador of Dies Irae didn't know exactly, of course. Monster hunting wasn't exactly his forte ... if one excluded those humans that acted as such, that was.

The Ambassador was about to move on to make sure that his expedition would be a little more fruitful than simply fending off a few desert monstrosities when a voice drew his attention to an approaching figure in the distance, Johann straightening his back and narrowing his eyes. He knew that voice, and the face associated with it. "Mr. Alveron. A surprise to see you here", he would greet with raised voice, lifting his free hand in a lax greeting. Truly, he hadn't expected to run into the Fairy Tail mage here out of all places, and his presence was certainly a surprise. Was this merely a coincidence, or had the other sought him out? Certainly, Joh would've loved to asked the man what he was doing here, though it seemed that, in yet another stroke of bad luck, or some might even say fate, it wasn't meant to be, at least for the time being. The dune Aven had found himself on would suddenly begin rumbling, shifting, yet another beast emerging from the sands that were scattered into all directions. A massive monstrosity, it's muscular, gigantic body covered in thick plates of bone, rose from the ground, a deafening roar shaking the earth. It seemed like the Fairy Tail wizard was caught up in the sudden movements of the beast, being thrown into the rocky terrain with considerable force. Johann's expression would shift immediately, transitioning from shock to a stern, focussed grimace.

"Oh, another one?", the Second Seal's voice would echo through the back of his mind once more, a vicious cackle following the deep voice. "Looks like break time's over, old man, tssehehe". The magical aura around the man's form would explode once more, the runes on his body, which had not quite powered down yet, flaring up to full intensity once more. The Ambassador was sick and tired of interruptions, and, intent on ending this as quickly as possible, would let go of his sword, the weapon vanishing into thin air as soon as it had left his grasp. A blade would certainly be useless against this heavily armored foe. With a burst of insane speed, the sandy ground exploding with rippling force where he had stood only a moment before, the man would launch himself forward, coming to a stop right before the massive dragon, his open palm facing the creature.


Through his command, the runes would release all stored magical power once more, expelling it in the form of a wave of pure, relentless kinetic energy that would rip apart everything in its way ...

In theory, that was. The wave of kinetic force slammed into the creature, knocking it back slightly and cracking its horns, but ... that was it. For a passing second, the Ambassador stared at the beast with wide eyes, a subtle "What the-" murmured under his breath as the wyvern turned, whipping around its monstrous tail with shocking speed, precision, and momentum before slamming it into the silver-haired Rune Mage, who, unsurprisingly, was lifted off the ground and launched away at breakneck speeds. Literally. Skitting across the rocky, arid ground, launched like a ragdoll, the man would incur more than just a few bruises, bones breaking with every impact on the hard desert earth before finally, his broken, blooded, and torn form would come to a halt, the Ambassador remaining unmoving.

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Disclaimer: I would like to hereby state, that Leah is 99% responsible for this shit post.