Is this a new home, or did I return? (Intro, Open)

Walking into the guild hall, Miku could feel a headache try to bother her through temporal dissonance, she struggled to blink without seeing several timelines overlap inside the pub like area, including many memories that touched the temporal witch in ways that she did not need for the moment. Miku had many memories in this place that hadn't, and never happened in this reality. Walking in she managed her breathing as she recalled the rules she tried to live by when it comes to dealing with things in time that could affect her 'mission'.

"Calm down, don't make a scene, pretend the archaic is up to date, and for the love of your father's ashes don't tell the first person you see how they died in many timelines, again! Also pretend you're meeting someone for the first time." Miku mentally reminded herself as she approached the front desk and tried to listen to reception before the repetitive behavior seemed to get to her. This was not the first time she joined Fairy Tail, and she long since gave up hope that it would be the last.

Brushing off the front desk service she walked passed them towards the bar groaning. "Just get an Ace and tell them I'm at the bar. Don't tell Kensho I'm here." She said as she brushed them off and approached the bar sitting down. She pulled out a roll of Jewels denoted in tens from her pocket, in singles as she put it down on the counter and looked towards the bartender. "I'll take a glass of the finest wine this gets me." She said trying to compose herself as she was once again shaking off the disorientation. The feeling she gets every time she starts over with Fairy Tail is like she walked into the remains of her childhood home and was considered an enemy, while someone danced on her grave. However each time it happened it was more in more like ripping off a bad band aid, quicker but painful, and another reminder of the injury itself.

For the moment she wanted to remain in a low cover, able to watch her father, her mother, but she was ultimately worried about her father finding her and confusing her for her mother, which has been done a few times in various timelines. She and her mother unfortunately shared a lot of traits, aside from the fact that her mother's clock eye is permanent, one would almost assume they were one in the same with a similar aura, combat style, and in few cases similar reactions to situations. "This is going to be intense..." She whispered to herself.

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The bartender, Adam, was used to serving new faces here and there, but this one had a strange request to not let the Guildmaster know that she was here. Was she… a relative? An old friend? For what reason would she not want to meet him? For as long as Adam had worked here, he knew Mura as a gentle soul - not a person you’d want to avoid, unless… if she was an enemy. However, this sounded way more personal to Mura than to the whole guild, given that she minded not to meet an Ace.

“… Coming up,” Adam replied to her request for the finest wine they had - a coconut wine from far away brought to the guild by Leo with a very strange name that said bartender couldn’t pronounce properly - it was lambanog or something. It was a potent palm liquor with 45% alcohol, distilled from coconut saps that gave it its namesake. He poured up a small wine glass with the liquor and placed the cup right under Miku’s nose.

“I, uh… hope you’re not in trouble with the Guildmaster,” the bartender asked Miku in worry, “I-If you have anything against him, though, please forgive him for what he’s done. A lot has pushed him to the edge during his mastership.”

In the meantime, Mura woke up from a sudden chill that travelled down his back and caused his hairs to rise. He had fallen asleep on his desk in his office, but… he didn’t know why, but a sudden wind chill made his teeth cling. His vision was getting blurry too; it was as if his vision warped or something like that… it all lasted an instant.

Then, he rose up from his chair in shock, and everything went back to normal. Maybe he had been watching too many Detective Comedies, in which he assumed that a mug of beverage was necessary. Something to buff his vitality.

It was true that he had been through a lot - therefore, when he arrived down at the bar through the guild’s elevator, he looked fatigued. Harusame and Futsu no Mitama were strapped onto his hips as always, his hai was tied into a short, bushy tail, and his Agemaki flicked on his shoulder. He pulled himself over to the bar table and leaned on the desk, almost moaning to Adam: “I-I need a mug… my head’s cramping in…”

“Jeez, you look like you’re dying or something!”

“I’ll be fine, just need something to drink… multi-juice, Adam, as always.”

“I would poke fun at you for not taking something stronger, but that might just make things wors- oh, who’s this pretty girl?”

Kyuken, in his hitodama form - a blue spirit head with a face - hovered around Miku in curiosity, obviously taking notes at her curves first and foremost before anything else. Mura lifted a hand to excuse himself: “H-Hey, don’t think we’ve met. Welcome…” He cut himself short when he finally looked at her face, spotting the shocking semblance to his wife immediately. She had the exact same nuance in her irises and her hair, but she was a little taller, and her bangs weren’t cut flat at the edges.

Wait… no, he was just thinking things. Many people looked alike. So what?

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Miku was no stranger to bad luck, being born the child of a madwoman who altered reality on a whim, all the while being immune to the alterations while her unusual biology forced her to be sane was among the darkest of tragedies. She had a feeling that Mura was probably going to come down those stairs whether she wanted to or not, and was not surprised that the bartender chose to defend him. She wasn't surprised, she always found her father in any timeline a respectable and honorable man, it was just difficult for Miku to interact in the various timelines, both before and after learning the truth about her. Miku was just glad that she could get a drink. "I harbor no anger nor resentment towards Kensho. There is just, awkwardness and words that cannot be expressed through words." She explained solemnly before grabbing the glass and took a gentle sip of the wine. She found it to be  before her senses perceived something incoming from upstairs.

Her composure nearly snapped when it was Mura himself walking down the stairs and approaching the bar. However what's more she noted that one of the spirits that he was fond of or bound to was floating around him, a rather annoying one too. "Kyuken... If only I could shoot him here and now." She thought as the spirit flew around him, she knew for the moment she had to pretend like she was just an ordinary woman, that ghosts were a spooky new horizon and not just around th3e block she grew up in, however she couldn't help but glare at the spirit when Mura wasn't looking, her red eyes darting into the soul like she was staring at a bug she was about to swat. She resisted the urge to each for her holstered gunblades and chose to use intimidation instead.

However she knew she was screwed when the spirit brought her father's attention towards her, which made the desire to extinguish the small spirit all the stronger. However she knew that for the moment she was faced to face with Mura. Not looking her composure, she quickly gulfed down the last of the glass of wine, feeling the effects hit strong before turning gently to look up at Mura as she carefully scripted her wording. "You're right, I don't believe you met me." She explained, she could never ever bring herself to outright lie to her father unless it was absolutely necessary, so in situations like this she learned how to construct and bend truths to fit her purpose. "Remember, minimalistic about your past but not too much. Don't let on that you know mother and shut down any conversation in that direction." She reminded herself before composing an introduction to the master of the guild. "My name is Miku, I'm relatively new to town and looking for work so I decided to join Fairy Tail." She explained briefly and succinctly as she was preparing a full script in her mind based on reactions of others.

She knew that she had to be extremely careful, especially if Mura knew what type of magic she was wielding this could prove to be a very dangerous mind game for everyone. She was concerned as she was trying to remain close but not make herself known quite yet. 

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Making an entrance was a peculiar sight as a fringe member of Fairy Tail, MoRueran the apprentice baker, came waddling into the guildhall while drinking red berry fizz through a straw. The non-mage brawler had been made part of the guild for quite a while now and, on occasion, he would simply appear for one reason or another, whether it was in search of certain tasks that weren't offered by the public freelance job boards or it was trying out Leonard's signature Leocake and taking notes on how to be a better baker. At the moment, Mo had finished making preparations to once again travel to Talonia, possibly in order to attempt entering the errant nexus that appeared quite a distance away from the Wakusei Portals. 

The seemingly strange and unimposing fellow was exceedingly unremarkable in appearance or deeds prior to his sudden participation in Magnolia's defense when it was invaded by a dark guild. Even when some of Fairy Tail's more well-known members were present when he fought alongside them, he remained a fairly unfamiliar presence among them, as he simply left soon after the battle concluded in order to ensure the safety of both his boss and the town's citizenry until the invaders fully retreated back to where they came from. 

Walking into the guild's bar, Mo was going to get a refill of his drink when he encountered a woman talking to Mura Kensho, Fairy Tail's guild master. For no one except the anomalous new recruit herself, she would look at the childlike individual and not only see who he is in this reality, but she would also see the vast multitudes of his being, the various iterations of himself who never were or maybe have yet to be. All of them coming into and out of this existence at various points of time, all doomed to follow a cyclical loop of death and rebirth that is inextricably linked to his quest for strength, justice, and most importantly answers. It was at this very moment, at this very point in time, Mo and the various versions of himself came together and acted as one when he asked one question to the young lady, "Who are you?"

@Miku Kensho @Mura Kensho

The bartender’s brow rose a little. She wasn’t having any grudges or issues towards the Guildmaster… but her words did make it sound like a personal situation. Awkwardness? Was she, perhaps, an old lover of his? That was what Adam could assume given by what he had been informed.

Mura didn’t notice it, but Kyuken… he got some sharp glances from the girl. It sent shivers down his spine – she looked like she was about to smack him around the room with a fly swapper. However, her attention quickly turned towards Mura as she emptied her glass of wine in leisurely fashion. She must’ve been anxious or shy to meet him so suddenly… Mura had to consider his status across other people during first meetings like this one.

She introduced herself as Miku, a newcomer to the sturdy town of Magnolia and donning a rather Midijin name, just like Mura’s. For a brief moment, his eyes sparkled a little when he heard her name, kindly stating: “Oooooh, you must be from Midi too… just like me! Is that the case, really? I can tell what you’ve been through, if that’s the case… Fiore’s a far journey from my homeland.”

Mura noticed that Adam had prepared the multi-juice for him, handing him a wooden mug that the Guildmaster generously accepted. Taking a sip, Mura felt his vitality recovering in fajntastic fashion, color returning to his face and all. His face poked up when he heard a question from someone else, asking ‘who are you?’ to which Mura turned around and spotted the presence of Mo… a rare sight.

Mo was, arguably, the strangest member of Fairy Tail. A purely physical brawler with no known skills in wielding magic of any kind, Mo challenged fate itself when he went out of town on his many long-range scout quests that Mura tasked him with. They had met before, and Mo showed promise and potential as well as a desire to be a watchful guardian, one who could be Mura’s eyes and ears out in the world that many other guilds and bodies knew nothing of. What had drawn his attention to the guild today? And…

Hmh… he seemed interested in the new girl too. Why else would he direct the question to her?

“Oh, hey there, Mo!” Mura quickly greeted the young man, “Still around here, huh… I understand, given what had occurred recently. Glad to see you around more.” He switched his gaze between Miku and Mo before continuing.

“Uh, she’s Miku. She wants to join our guild, so I was just… speaking of, what exactly will you bring to the table? Not that we have high demands – everyone have a nick for improving overtime – but what’s your style, Miku-san?”

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Miku felt like she was stuck repeating a script that had lost all joy as she listened to Mura as he undoubtedly started dolling over her name. She wondered if her Mura, the one from her timeframe dolted over her name like every other version Miku met had. Though she imagined that if he had, it was moreso because of the meaning of her name instead of cultural origins in which Mura named his children. Miku always found her name to be special as there was never another Miku Kensho, she was the first and only one so far.

However she knew this was no time to delve into sentimentality as she carefully listened to Mura while preparing to bend the truth to answer her father. "Actually I am Fioran born, I spent a lot of time between Cedar and Hargeon and now that I'm ready to establish roots somewhere, decided to do some guild work. My father however was an immigrant from Midi and held true to traditions, so much so that he named his kids Midian names." She said as she was being careful with her answers. It is true she did spend a deal of time between Cedar and Hargeon, just she didn't grow up back and forth between the two cities.

She was glad that things were starting to go smooth, though she was worried about a few rough bumps in the path that would surely come. Suddenly she sensed the arrival of a new party to the coversation as a man named Mo Rueran came up to the two. Miku glanced at the man as she searched her memories of countless timelines until she recalled the man from her original timeline, as part of audits and ledgers. She never learned much about the man, but then again she was about three years before the original date of her birth, she didn't know much about the man, which might be her best bet.

However as soon as Mura was done introducing her to the other member, Miku was almost  caught off guard as Mura asked what she could bring to the table. She knew that if she hid Time Flow now, it would only be more suspicious, and the sheer fact that she had Time Flow might raise a red flag to the guild master. She formulated a plan in her mind while not letting any anxiety show as she gestured towards one of her holstered guns. "I'm a jack of all trades, for example these babies I pack, I made them myself from advanced Ca-Elum and Bosco inspired designs. Primary form is as a gun but they can unfold into katanas. Aside from that I am naturally resistant to illusions and mental effects." She said as she realized she set herself up to segway into describing her magical capabilities, at which point she merely prayed she formulated a strong play.

"For magic however, I am a rare breed of Chronomancer, a master of a rare art known as Time Flow. It is nothing that a simple mage can use mind you, plenty have gone insane from this line. I can alter the flow of time for a wide variety of effects. For example..." She said before reaching over the bar and grabbed a lemon, before sitting back down and lightly tossed it into the air closing her right eye as her clock eyes appeared, however only revealing that her left eye could turn clock form was more then enough for now as she quickly drew one of her pistols and aimed it at the fruit as between the barrel and the fruit a yellow, clock like magical circle formed as Miku called out "Age Shot!" She pulled the trigger and as the bullet passed through the circle it turned into a beam of yellow light hitting the fruit. Soon after the fruit appeared to reach the peak height before falling back down and going through an accelerated decomposition process before disappearing completely before it could hit the floor. Miku reholstered the piston as she leaned back on the bar. "Yeah, so aside from altering the temporal flow of specific objects I can manifest my Chronomancy as a dress to enhance myself, but I'd rather not summon that right now, and I can do a few other tricks too that you would rather not know about. Any other questions?" She said as her clock eyes disappeared and she opened her right eye again, having a nonchalant smile on her face.

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Having taken a seat on one of the barstools and then spinning around to face the barkeep on the counter, Mo lightly tapped the soda can a few times on the countertop to get the fellow's attention before his drink was replaced and the now empty can was disposed of in the proper receptacle. Taking a nice long sip of the bubbly Red Berry Fizz that the boy in red liked so much, the young brawler would passively listen in on conversations happening within the guildhall as a means of collecting any useful information about new places to explore, new potential territories that the oddball was likely going to take claim of via paint red splotches with a paintbrush. The various discussions he would listen in on also included the current one between Mura and the young woman who was introduced as Miku. 

The new recruit went on to talk a little about her life, where she came from, how her father named her and her siblings, and so on and so forth. MoRueran appeared to be particularly fascinated with the gun that happened to be on Miku's person and could-- according to Miku herself-- transform into swords. In many regards, Mo was ruefully lacking in terms of knowledge, yet even he knew that weapons were capable of turning someone with the ideal skills into a force to be reckoned with, especially if said weapons were versatile enough to cover multiple ranges in combat. The non-mage fighter was specialized for close-quarters bare-knuckle brawling, which meant he would normally be at a great disadvantage against those individuals who happened to be mages who would cast ranged spells and/or used ranged weaponry. Mo would often attempt to circumvent this by momentarily moving at insane speeds that allowed him to cover massive swaths of distance in a matter of seconds.

It was on this matter of time and space that the childlike fellow began to think more seriously, as he immediately became more focused when it came to Miku's magic and her demonstration which showcased how it worked. Lurking in his memory somewhere, Mo couldn't help but recall an encounter he had when he went to Morgate Town at the request of Cephallion Feyson in order to find a vial containing a viral sample. He ran into Ozwald Morgan who was hunting for an artifact with the help of Amalia all while dealing with localized distortions in time. In the process, they were found and joined by a mysterious woman named Mythica, who appeared out of nowhere as both those who had magic sensory abilities or Mo himself who was literally able to sense the presence of life itself were unaware of her existence until she was already among them.

Erythrite Domain sensory! Engaging his life-sensing abilities as quickly as he could, MoRueran found that a similar phenomenon was happening with Miku. While not exactly the same, the likeness of both her appearance and her living presence was uncanny.

Apparently, Miku’s origin was different from Mura’s – she wasn’t per se a first generation immigrant like the careless Guildmaster, but her father had come to the country from Midi and held onto their homeland’s traditions yet. It was understandable and, honestly, admirable to still hold your own heritage in high regard – especially if you came from the land of cherry blossoms and cup ramen.

Mo seemed especially intrigued, but he kept to his soda can and appeared to lower his guards inside the safe walls of the guild hall. Bless him. His guild had such a wide range of specializations in magic, but even Mo found himself at home… at least, that was what the Guildmaster hoped. His inhuman strength and strategic approach to battle proved an advantage in many cases – most people had trouble reading Mo’s magical signature for obvious reasons, so while his lack in magic put him apart from the rest in the crowd and, apparently, proved a detriment in the frontier of destructive, entropic anomaly that always ravaged Earthland, it often proved just as big a plus in his dealings with them. Mura was aware that Mo spent long amounts of time out on missions, and thus far, his record was spotless.

Back to Miku, Mura spotted the holstered gun that she gestured towards, which gave her skill away as a marksman. At first, he figured that her magic, perhaps, focused on magical bullets, but when she stated that those boys could turn into katanas, then his eyes widened a bit. “… W-Wait, is that like a Requip Magic? Or is there a mechanism for that… I don’t see any katana-like units on them, but it sounds pretty cool.” As if a precognition or some kind of revelation sent to him, Mura suddenly thought of Miku’s would-be father and smirked, “Perhaps papa was too proud to let you roam about with anything but a good-old ken, heh?”

Her next note was her magic… she stated ot be a rare breed of Chronomancer. Mind you, this was the first time that Mura heard that term – therefore, it fell flat on him at first. She explained that it was known as Time Flow, which then began to dot up in his mind… shit, she was packing a very dangerous source of magic. Any variation of Time Magic was supposedly rare in Earthland, but this wasn’t the first Time Mage that Mura encountered…

As a matter of fact, it was a little creepy. Mythica was a Time Mage, too – whatever she called her magic, however, was beyond his realm of knowledge as she never stated anything about it. He had seen it in action, however… and when Miku demonstrated her spell, her clock eye caused even more shivers to travel down Mura’s spine.

That clock eye was identical to Mythica’s. There was no doubt about it. Was Miku… was she channeling the same type of magic as her? How was that possible? Were they related? It would explain their likeness – Miku’s clock eye, her blood-red pupils, her hair… or was this Mythica herself, playing some kind of prank on him?

No, no… she wasn’t Mythica, that was for certain. However, a lot of traits were similar – a Chronomancy dress, clock eye, Time Magic…

His face looked quite… worried. Maybe she was a relative of Mythica’s. “U-Uh… your Magic there, it reminds me a lot of a certain other Sorceress. Say, do you… have any relatives who are wizards as well? Perhaps a sister or a cousin?”

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After her demonstration Miku knew this was where the waters would truly get rough as if she made a misstep she would be in danger. Miku could tell from her father's reactions that in his head he was drawing the connections between Miku and the original time flow user who happened to be his wife, but given his question she prayed he didn't also intermix the details Miku provided earlier, such as mentioning her heritage of being descendent of a Midian immigrant but she knew it was only a matter of time he would. However she knew she had to deflect the question in such a way that it would seem plausible. She prepared herself as she was going to fake surprise by the question as she looked at Mura with false disbelief. 


"If it's my magic that reminds you of someone, you really have a problem on your hands. Time Flow is poison to those not born into chronomancy, my mother was a chronomancer, one who did a lot of intense stuff, and that had a serious effect on me, I can brace something like temporal magic without suffering the major consequences since my body and soul were broken and rebuilt before my lungs could cry into this world. My mother and siblings are no more unfortunately. Temporal poisoning can break a mind in many ways, if this other sorceress isn't born into temporal magic and uses Time Flow, one of the most intimate forms of chronomancy, their mind is shot. I hope they are just an acquaintance because it hurts to watch someone you love have their mind demented and eroded, trust me." Miku explained as she was trying to use Mura's own love as a way to blind him from pursuing the topic of Miku's past, she knew telling him right away would be a bad idea but at the same time she didn't want to lie to her father. However she wasn't entirely lying about the effects temporal magic had on the mind of someone who wasn't entirely adjusted to it, and Miku's experiences with her mother and learning time flow herself shown her that the only way to handle it without going insane, was to be born into it.

"It's an unfortunate truth that all magic in turn has the capacity to harm their user, pyromancers get burned, water mages drown, wind mages suffocate, the more intense a magic, the more dangerous the consequences, when you get to something like space and time, the consequences can be high." Miku explained before she prepared to deflect the conversation. She needed to find a way out of the topic before things would get too intense. "Anyways. Is there anything else you require to know of me pertaining to admittance?" She asked as she kept herself focused on the goal at hand of joining the guild but she knew that there would be lingering suspicions, she simply hoped that Mura would focus any thoughts towards Mythica instead.

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MoRueran had no known place of origin prior to being found in a near-amorphous forest. The ones who eventually discovered who was a then eight-year-old child living in the Chaotic Wilds were Cephallion Feyson and his supposed group of merchants who took him in and raised him until placing him in the care of Billiam. Half of his upbringing was a trial-and-error effort of taming the little boy as he would undergo frequent episodes of unbridled rage, near-inconsolable crying and wailing, and unresponsiveness. The other half had been the various attempts made by the enigmatic band of travelers at cramming as much basic knowledge as they could into a young Mo's head once they managed to bring the child out of his shell. 

The orphan Mo had come a long way since then, his trauma and hatred associated with Magic and those who use it were cured and he had a place he called home and someone who was like a mentor and brother who cared enough to get the red-clad weirdo the help he needed. He also, surprisingly, has gotten into really becoming a baker and studying fine art. But, at his very core, among his various blossoming hobbies and newfound interests, MoRueran would remain a staunch adherent to his path to achieve the zenith of his strength. Nothing short of attaining godhood and wielding omnipotence would stop his pursuit, even more so now that he has something to protect. Once Mo obtained absolute power, he would not only be able to effortlessly defend his home and territories, he would be able to actively seek out and destroy those who would pose a threat to him and his red paint-splotched empire. 

As Mo continued sipping on his drink, it then occurred to him that he came here to the guildhall at this specific time for a reason. Billiam gave him today off to both prepare for his trip to Talonia and to send a message to someone. His instructions were very specific as he recalled them. "When you stop by at Fairy Tail's guildhall, I need you to deliver this letter to a woman who's very good with time. I believe she might be there right at the moment." After a while spent rummaging through his red long coat for the letter, the non-mage brawler now held it in his grasp. Having seen what Miku was capable of, making a lemon rapidly age from fresh to dust in a matter of moments with her Chrono-whatchamacallit, Mo came to the conclusion that the letter was meant for her.

Waddling up to the young woman, MoRueran offered the message to her with both hands. "Letter for nice lady I give, yes!" 

If she should open and read it, this would be what she would find:

To the person for whom this letter may concern,

We know who you are, where you came from, and-- more importantly-- when. What you do here would otherwise be none of our concern but, we have a request that greatly requires your specific abilities. A terrible storm is brewing and has forced us into using a nexus located in Talonia that only opens once every 300 years. We need your magic to re-open it. Only those who can manipulate time will be able to read this letter.

If you should refuse this request, we will seek out another individual possessing the same talents so that our plans can come into fruition. Choose wisely, Daughter of Kensho.

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… W-Was it that big of a problem?

The topic got heavier for Mura when Miku warned him of the detriments of her magic. She called it Time Flow, signaling that it had something to do with bending or cutting the flow of time in one’s spells, or perhaps draw from the flow of time itself as one’s source of magic power. However, time was such a broad concept that Mura found it shockingly reasonable to say that it could ‘poison’ someone – like meddling with powers beyond your own understanding.

Was Mythica’s psyche… deteriorating? She had always been so strange, so mystic in her words and actions… was that a hint of her mentality being altered by her own magic?

If that was the case, then she had been dealing with this for what felt like the longest time… ever since they met for the first time, about 2 years ago. The look on his face told it all; he was getting worried and decided to talk with Mythica about it. He did hear about Miku’s case; that she, herself, had been born with the time-related magic, having her soul and body evolve for the sole purpose of wielding it… but was Mythica also in that category? He could only hope…

“She’s… more than an acquaintance,” he revealed to her after her explanation, “But she truly seems to be well… and I hope that it’ll stay like that. Thanks for the warning, though. My condolences to your mother and siblings – I don’t want the same thing to happen to my wife.”

Miku sounded experienced in magic given by her words, telling how any high level of magic posed a threat to the user. He had never even considered that his own magic could ever harm himself… he usually reveled in pride that he handled his spells so efficiently, so that thought flew over his head.

Hmh… the world of magic was unpredictable. Surely, he would have to prepare for anything. For Miku to warn him of this showed a lot; she showed genuinely worry of anyone else wielding chronomancy, which made her come off as compassionate to the shaman. He felt like he could trust her and engrave her name on the guild’s walls.

“… Huh? Is that a love letter, Mo~?” Mura joked about when seeing Mo handing the chrono-mage a letter all of a sudden. While meant in good spirit, what was with that letter? Did Mo know her, already, or had he just been a messenger? It was quite coincidental to the shaman.

… Maybe it was actually a love letter, and now he had put Mo in an awkward position. Crap, he had to change subject before the atmosphere grew more awkward.

“A-Anyway, Fairy Tail could use a Chronomage with your experience,” he spoke to Miku before flicking his hand to reveal a wooden box, unchanged since the founding of the guild, having been in the hands of the First Guildmaster and all the way to himself, “The life of a Fairy Tail Mage invites a lot, young lady. Even if your Time Flow lets you see the future, you never really know what’s in store for you once you join our ranks… even with that, if your heart doesn’t waver, then merely tell me where you want your Guild Mark to be on you.”

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