What Do You Call A Group of Fairies? [Intro | Open]

Blaire couldn't help but be nervous. She could feel her wings flick and twitch beneath what could really only be described as a smock with sleeves and a collar. The sleeves themselves were just baggy enough that the hand that hung at her side was hidden by the fabric that had draped down around it. In her hand though, was what looked like a pair of polished seashells that had been bolted together. She chewed on the inside of her cheek before she brought her hand up to her face, the sleeve slipping away to reveal what the contraption actually was. It was..a compact? Made out of real seashells?

Interesting. Blaire flicked it open with just two fingers as she stood at the crux of the intersection of Main Street and Dragonbane Avenue. People often accused her of acting without thinking. And sure, coming all the way here from the other side of the country might have been a bad idea. But nobody back home would have taken her attempts to get into a guild seriously. She took a deep breath as the mirror embedded in the top shell caught a glare, and then cleared up, revealing..the face of another woman? An older one too, by the looks of it.

"You promise you aren't gonna try and talk me out of this?" the young woman asked, almost sounding like she was hoping that she would. Unfortunately, the older woman chuckled softly, a smile spreading across her lips as she shook her head.

"Like you said. It'll be good for you to experience new things. I can't think of any easier way to do that than to join a guild. And according to your own words, this one is the only one in a reasonable distance where they wouldn't have heard of you. Am I missing anything?"

The lips of the woman in the compact moved, but the voice that accompanied them only echoed in Blaire's head. The young woman huffed as she looked away, the noise of  her tongue clicking against the back of her teeth becoming audible. Just because she had asked Oceana didn't mean she was asking to be called out. A small giggle echoed through her mind as the compact was clapped shut and shoved back into the pocket of her smock.

Well. No time like the present. With that in mind she raised her hands, running them upwards to straighten her lengthy hair out before confidently striding down Dragonbane Avenue. She didn't stop, even as she had to extend her arms outwards and all but throw open the closed oak doors. The fact that the building had looked so old had almost made her walk right past it.

Luckily for her, she wouldn't have to run into the immediate potential embarrassment of flinging the doors open dramatically in front of a crowd. Why was that? Well, the entrance hall of the guild was empty. A bar on one side, a job desk on the other. Both missing people. Odd. Still, Blaire pushed forward, slowly pushing open the door that led into the next room.

"Hello? Anyone home? Someone better be, I can't exactly try to join this guild if the place is fucking empty!" She called out, her natural abundance of energy starting to take the form of anxiety and impatience as she stepped into the lounge area, her eyes scanning across a veritable ocean of couches and other relaxation furniture. Someone had to be here.

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Well, it seemed things were just going to get stranger and stranger here. The entryway? Empty. But there were glasses everywhere. On end tables, the arms of chairs and couches. Judging from the smell, it looked like she'd arrived here the day after some massive party. On the one hand, that was a good thing. It meant she'd have been able to find someone to talk to who could give her the pass or denial to join up. But..well. To say she was a little bummed that she'd missed a chance to potentially break some rules was certainly accurate. She might have been a good person at heart, but that didn't mean she was some innocent soul. The fact that she didn't seem all that concerned about the sights--and that ungodly smell--spoke a lot about what kind of things she had taken part in on her own free time.

Of course, she had no idea who she was speaking to. The bartender had merely woken someone up, it seemed. Someone who felt like throwing themselves off of the couch. That in and of itself wasn't the impressive part. The part that actually caught Blaire off guard was the fact that gravity seemingly just refused to take hold of him. Huh. Well, being able to fly certainly wasn't special here, it seemed. She didn't recognize his clothing either, even as he proceeded to get closer while still upside down. She wasn't the best student in terms of actual schooling. But with the way her eyes were moving just rapidly enough to be able to quickly examine him, it was obvious she wasn't a complete lost cause.

However, when this man muttered a name, Blaire raised an eyebrow. He was talking like someone was here, but she couldn't hear, smell, see, or even feel any new arrival to the building. Curious. That alone proved to be just enough of a distraction for Mura to catch a glimpse at something beneath Blaire's smock. His attempt to peer across her back did reward him with something. The faint black outline of..something. It almost looked like a wing? That was odd. Most young women didn't have wings. But Blaire hadn't caught his glance. Instead, she was focused on composing herself and answering his question.

"Well, that's definitely a question." She said as she plopped down onto one of the many stools, instinctively crossing one leg over the other as she brought a finger up to tap against her jawline. "Though I guess I can ask a question to answer your question: What do you wanna know? I've got a bunch of answers in mind to a bunch of potential questions. Though if the real question is as simple as explaining why I chose to join a guild? I'd be a liar if I claimed it was entirely so simple as just wanting to spread 'good vibes' and 'positivity." She admitted as she raised her arms above her head, fingers lacing together as they bent backwards, her knuckles and back popping simultaneously.

"I mean, sure. Helping people out isn't not something I'd do. But I mean, everyone's gotta grow up and take some responsibility sometime, yeah?" The amount of disdain for that statement was all too obvious in her voice. It was something that she'd been told god knows how many times. Enough times that it actually irritated her. She wasn't some child. She knew what she was about, and what she could and should be doing. And yet, here she was. Driven across the country out of spite for the very words that had driven her to do exactly what they were intended to do.


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