It felt like a dream...from a lifetime ago...
The young wizard rubbed his arm where he had remembered it being, the mark of Fairies, a mark that meant you had a home, a family, a place to belong. Sometimes he could vividly see the forms of his brotthers and sisters as sillohettes while he lay in bed, just at the edge of his perception. Names would cross his mind; Heero, Leonard, Kanix Julius...were they real? Were they people whom he had truly met, interacted with? Was it reality or simply a dream that had seemed too true. These memories, if that's what they were, made him question even more. He could remember the power to use people's abilities against them, as well as the power to eat metal and an unrivaled strength. He remembered a blade with virtually no weight that could bring the weight of a moon down upon his foes while he danced around like a leaf in the wind. The visuals and the feelings were so vivid...
But there's no way it was true, is there?
The doors looked just like they had in his dreams and he ran his fingers over it, a wave of emotion washing over the young wizard. He could hear the noises through the doors of the lively guild hall as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair, ensuring it wasn't too neat since that simply wasn't his style. It seemed a minor thing to worry about, but Mitsuo wanted to make a good impression, or at least ensure tthat everyone knew properly who he was. Even though his hair seemed messy, the rest of his appearance was quite pristine. His black shirt with the red whirlpool symbol on it was crisp and clean, not faded in the slightest. The white hooded sweater on him was pure, clean, and pressed. He wore lighter blue jeans and a pair of red and brown suede shoes to pull things together. his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and his pants were cuffed. While he tried to look like he didn't care, clearly he did a lot. He wanted...needed them to like him, to accept him, and that was reflected in his immaculate atttention to the details of his dress.
He couldn't help but wonder what kind of people were in the hall, or the guild in general. In dreams he had a tendency to bias towards the good, even though he himself housed a darknesss inside of him. He worried that some of his...methods...would be considered unacceptable by the guild, but he had to believe that either they'd accept it, or the fact that he disguised himself when he did such things would be enough to have them never know. He pushed the worries aside and pushed open the doors, looking inside at the room that welcomed him and taking his first steps into his new home.
Damn, I hope this works out...
"Who do I need to talk to about joining Fairy Tail?"
That's your opening line? Bad start. Good luck kid...
"Who do I need to talk to about joining Fairy Tail?"
That's your opening line? Bad start. Good luck kid...