In The Times Of Fairy Tails

Gaius turned around after Dale and Mikasa had had their little spat and then Mikasa left. Dale then did something Gaius hadn't expected at all and had actually asked for help. If Dale was putting aside his pride, then things were serious indeed."I was looking forward to kicking the crap out of a dragon, but if Johanna's in danger I guess we should go help" Gaius stated, showing his intent to help Dale.


Right as Gexln was readying up for a fight, Dale decided against it. On top of that, he told them all about how the woman had been readying a trap for them, and there was no dragon. Once again, Gexln found himself disappointed at the lack of information about where the dragons had gone. Johanna was in danger though from the sounds of things. The shadow dragon slayer had his doubts that Mikasa would actually kill her, but beat her to the point the woman wouldn't recover for some time...yeah, he could see that. However, something didn't quite add up. "Alright, I'll help. Mikasa shouldn't be too much of a struggle with all of us, so we should be able to take care of the problem fairly quickly. One question though, Dale.....if you knew that it was a trap intended to capture an s-class, why did you send us headfirst into it anyway?" ​

 

Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II

Just when Vance was going to demand an answer as Conrad expected him he would he realised that he was sitting on top of someone and immediatly started to go about his usual routine for berating people. Conrad turned back around and threw the covers back, revealing the cyan shirt and nightsky blue pants he wore, dispelling a certain someone's fear of walking in on something indecent. "You really want to do this right now don't you....If it gets you off my back and leave me in peace to continue my sleep, then fine...." Conrad sighed, it was then that Tessa walked in, Conrad was surprised what was she doing here? "Tessa? What brings you here? I thought you were busy with training..." He said confusedly. From what she said she clearly didn't know Vance. He couldn't be too sure about whether or not she knew Damian but that left just himself and Damian as a reason for coming here. But if it was him, then what reason did she have for coming over? While pondering this he heard her go all out at Vance, this would go south so fast he'd expect penguins to be running around just about now. He did make note of the difference between the shy Tessa and this more fierce side. But he doubted it would be enough against someone as merciless and inconsiderate as Vance. "Vance is born of Noble blood, he was raised differently, he is this way because of his upbringing and his birthright, he seems himself as far superior to anyone else, except nobility that is obviously of higher rank than him, don't count on a warm welcome from him..." Conrad said in an attempt to answer both Tessa's question and shift some of Vance's anger to himself.

 

"Noble. That makes sense." Tessa spat, her knuckles turning white as her fingernails dug into her palms. "You guys always think you're better then the rest of us. Just because you got lucky in life, the rest of us are shit." She hadn't even realized she was swearing as she stalked forward, staring up at Vance with burning eyes. "We're better then you. Damian is better then you, because he gives a damn. He apologized. He made a mistake. But you sat on him. You woke up Conrad even though I said we should let him sleep. Because I don't matter. Damian doesn't matter. Well fine." She stepped aside, moving away from the bed that Damian rested on. In the back of her mind, she realized there was only one reason Vance was polite to Conrad. Only one reason he would dare to share a room with the other man.

"Can't even stay in a room with the rest of the trash?" She asked bitterly, refusing to look at Conrad or Thea. "There's the damn door. You should get out before we infect you with disease or inflict bad luck on you." At the last words she twiddled her fingers at Vance in a mocking fashion, a slight breeze cooling the air between her fingers before she let her hand fall. Normally, the lack of control would have frightened her. But she was mad. She had had enough of being left behind and protected and looked down on for being weak. This might not have been the best hill to die on, but dammit she would stand her ground. She was not afraid. Not really.

 

Zephyr was about to put the key back in his pocket when he noticed Alessia sit down next to him. "This?" Zephyr took a moment to try and think how to explain what the key was when he knew very little about it himself. "It's a magical key that can summon a celestial spirit. This key in particular summons Virgo." Well, he wasn't wrong. "Apparently its used by Celestial Spirit Wizards."

Hearing Silvia giggle along with what she had said served to maintain the blush that was on his face, but Leo soon put his hat back on his head. "Yeah." Leo agreed, reaching out towards Silvia's free hand and holding it in his own. This was helping him feel less uncomfortable, which was shown by his face gradually returning to its regular color.

 

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As Damian listened to Vance's words his heart rapidly sank, a part of him knew they were right. He didn't listen to anything else, he didn't hear Conrad or Tessa, all he heard was a voice, his own voice, echoing around his head, repeating the insults cast upon him by Vance "I...I...I'm gonna go" shyly he shuffled away, then full on ran out of the room and further along the corridor, tears were welling in his eyes. There was nowhere he could be comfortable and safe, not his room, not the guildhall, certainly not the tavern... how about the roof?

 

Vance gritted his teeth as Thea fled the room. Nobody upsets my daughter and gets away with it! I'd best make this worth it, and give this impudent whelp a lesson. And, as for that strange man in my bed, he doesn't matter that much. Better that he's gone/
"Believe me woman I have my good parts. Unfortunately, neither you or Conrad here are particularly inspiring me." Vance corrected sharply. Conrad piped in, highlighting his birth. "That, is what sets me apart from other people. That is not what makes me better. What makes me better is what I stand for. I stand for reason and I suppose I would consider it fairness. So long as one earns one's keep in society to the best degree I have no issue with them. Now, for you Conrad, you are correct. I listen to those of higher authority because that is what is expected of me. And it is what is expected of everyone. We nobles, Conrad, for he is too if you hadn't already realised little girl, have a responsibility to set an example. I do not tolerate being insulted and having false allegations raised against me, and I certainly do not tolerate being judged by a self-righteous hussy like yourself when two individuals are trying to discuss their personal business!" Vance glared at Tessa. He felt the wind dancing between her fingers, but he wasn't in the slightest intimidated.
"Now then, be gone! Or kindly be silent like any decent person and allow two gentlemen to resolve their business! Because of you and your irritating interference, my daughter is most distressed and I will have to deal with that lest she loses control of her powers yet again! My quarrel is not with you- Do not make it such." Vance threatened, his eyes locking with Tessa's. The look almost dared her to try something.




"Thank you. It looks like I owe you guys. Again." Dale breathed a sigh of relief. "Ra, try to be less up your own ass from now on please. It makes it much easier to listen to you." He added that as a side note, voicing what he felt was probably the opinion of a few people. The way he spoke was irritating, self-righteous. Finally, Dale turned to face Gexln. He did ask a very good question.
"I hoped that it would be Trevor or Mikasa. They and Boreal did something very hurtful, and frankly I hated them for it. I still do for that matter. Now Mikasa is taking things too far. She was bad enough before, now..." Dale's voice trailed off, but the furious glare on his face finished off the sentence. "Let's go, before Mikasa does something that I'll kill her for." With that, Dale turned around and ran for the Guild Hall at full pelt. ​

 

Tessa, from the moment she had conceived the idea of anger, understood what it was, how to control it, and how it happened, had always kept a tight lid on her emotions. She had never allowed herself to explode into a whirlwind of fury, or dissolve into tears. Everything had been cautiously contained. Until now.
She had been able to keep herself controlled while he had spoken. It was degrading and annoying and a little hurtful, but she had done the same to him. And then he said the h-word.
And he knew not what he had done. Memories of her father, arguing with her mother, gesturing at her, yelling. The arguments hadn't been common, but they had been bad. Most of them, she blocked out. But the one that remained, was when her father had used that word. And her mother had broken down into tears. The next thing Tessa knew, the house had been destroyed, her parents were gone, and she was alone.
All because of that word.
She stepped back, her body moving instinctively as she slammed her palms together before turning them to face outwards, her arms pressed against each other as the air radiated around her. The blast of wind that whirled around her stilled for a moment as she focused her energy in the direction of her palms; on Vance.
She didn't care how illogical this was, she didn't care about the damage or the rules or any of that. All she wanted to do, was take her anger and pain out on something tangible. And that tangible thing had just called her a hussy.
"YOU SON OF A BIT-" The rest of her words were cut off as the air roared to life, starting at her feet and spinning in a frenzied motion around her body, twisting the ends of her hair before shooting off her arms and towards her intended target.

 

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The entire situation with the sheep king who was hellbent on destroying the entire party was odd to say the least. However, Mikasa's entrance from seemingly nowhere and scathing remarks at the party was possibly even more so. She hadn't the faintest idea what Mikasa had fought, why she was even here in the first place and talked about how they were all stupid for walking into a very obvious trap, that Charlotte could only infer as them being ambushed by a vengeful king of wool covered animals. She hardly saw how it was obvious that that would happen but didn't mind that as much as how much she was belittling another S-Class member, as if she were on a far superior level to him. As she left, Ra had made the inference that Dale had been leading them into a trap, but, with as much sense as that might make, she was still slightly wary to trust such speculation as Dale had proven himself a trusted comrade.

As the group continued onward, they eventually ran into Mikasa and Dale having some sort of altercation, and seeing as Dale had struck her with his ice magic she was starting to wonder what was truly going on here. Though the only thing worth hearing that she heard from this altercation was that Mikasa had planned on murdering Johanna. Charlotte hadn't known Johanna too well herself, but she knew that she was a comrade who seemed to always be friendly towards others. Even joking of murdering such a comrade was unacceptable, and it was frankly off putting that the S-Classes, the role models of all other guild members, was intent on murdering someone for no discernible reason that she could find.

Charlotte hadn't the faintest of inklings as to what Dale's accusation of Ra's conversational mannerism were about; it was perfectly understandable to one such as herself. But as Dale had all but admitted to betraying them and leading them into a trap, and he himself was prone to violent outbursts himself, she took his own opinion regarding to others with a grain of salt. With that all said and done, she nodded at Dale going off to the guild and said, "if Mikasa wishes to make herself the witch of the guild, then let us begin our witch hunt." With that, she followed after him.

 

Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II

"I yell at him because he woke me up for something that can easily wait till tomorrow morning!" Conrad replied annoyed at Thea "Oh no I'm a meanypants what am I to do now...." He added in a sarcastic manner, she was just a girl didn't have a filter on her mouth he knew that very well. But the annoyance of being woken up for this, the long day he had behind him with all the disappointment he just wanted to sleep and being unable to do so only added to his annoyance. Vance responded to Tessa and as expected he wasn't being polite about it, while Tessa hadn't be polite either, it was only a small effort to restrain oneself. He could feel the air rush towards Tessa, she mentioned having lost control as well and knew what was going to happen. Vance probably came to get answers about why he had walked away and Tessa still being here meant that she was in fact here for him. This was a mess he had created and while Vance was an ass, he shouldn't be assaulted like this, not for something that wasn't his fault. As he saw the air swirl around Tessa he knew he had to act fast, he jumped up and pushed Vance out of the path of the wind bracing himself for impact, shouting "STOP!!!! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"

 

Caliborn nodded at Jack and leaned the Oracle staff against a nearby table.
"When you want to address it, speak directly to the Oracle. It'll know." Caliborn instructed, then walked away from the staff to a table a few spots away. He sat down on a nearby chair and motioned for Jack to sit opposite. "What brings you to me today Jack?"




Alessia took a seat next to Zephyr and listened to him talk. She hadn't heard of the Celestial Spirit Keys before, but it sounded like a pretty powerful kind of magic. Surely there could only be a limited amount of those keys? That would mean that they were probably very powerful, considering that there could only be one for each spirit probably. If there were more, it would be a problem if two people tried to summon the spirit at the same time.
"Do you want to become a Celestial Spirit Wizard Zephyr?" Alessia asked, curiously. She took him for a fighter, so it would be a pretty big change for him to become a master of these Celestial Spirit things. "Do you reckon you could show me the spirit? Is that too much energy though? I guess it can't be easy summoning one of those things."




Vance stared impassively at her, at least for a moment. He could see the anger behind her eyes, but when that overtook her and he saw her moving, he knew immediately that he had struck a nerve. Whatever it was he had said, it had royally pissed her off and now she was going to attack. Vance raised his arms to try and defend himself from an attack, but he knew it wouldn't help much. After all, it was a magical attack. In his peripheral vision he saw Conrad rushing towards him.
"And you, Conrad?" Vance spoke, knowing that he was in for a world of pain. It was not was he was expecting however. Vance toppled to the ground with the grace of a flying brick, landing with a loud thump on the floor and banging his head on a nearby bed. Upon hindsight, it could have been worse, given that he saw the storm of magic heading straight for Conrad. "You utterly insane fool..." Perhaps this man isn't necessarily my enemy after all. That meant one thing. If Conrad got hurt by this woman, then he was compelled to retaliate in kind. After all, that was what allies did.​

 

Guild hall:

Jack's pov: He walked over to were Caliborn was and sat down in the seat he motioned to. "You seem to know a lot about magic. I mean we are in the same room I have seen you have books. Now I know a few things about magic but I know I could know more. I know you can heal people physically with cure. Is it possible to heal people emotionally or cure tiredness? Something like that seems like it probably is considered dark magic. I mean you don't want to mess with someone emotions. I wouldn't use these myself I was curious if it was possible." He stopped and began to sound and apear more worried as he was about to speak the next part of what he was thinking. "I'm beginning to worry of the safety of the guild. Evenora and Cas seem to think it is safe. In the last mission I was on someone said there guild was spying on us. What is to say a friend of that dark guild knows what this dark guild knows. We found a flute that can kill people, Caliborn. I'm not saying they can break in. I'm saying it is dangerous for any of the dark guilds to know we have it. They could even come for the oracle. I'm trying to say if one can spy on us without us knowing what is stopping others of doing the same?" He began to be getting increasingly worried. "Kage a member of the dark guild said he knew Ren left the guild. Is it true, did he leave? I saw him leave his room with items. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. If knew I might have been able to stop him. If he really did leave I asume he is safe. I just want conformation that he actually left the guild." He stopped the worry slowly lifting off him like a house of bricks. "Thank you"

 

Tessa watched in what appeared to be slow motion as Conrad jumped in front of her intended victim. She tried to reach out and grasp the tornado of air, but it was gone now, far beyond her reach as it hurtled towards the man. She could only watch in horror, and hope that the damage wasn't too great, or that Conrad would move. Vance was out of the way now, leaving only Conrad to face the storm.
"MOVE!" She screamed, her heart jumping into her throat as her stomach twisted.

 

Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II

Conrad ignored Vance's adaptation of lord Julius' words before he was stabbed by his most loyal servant. Vance knew what was gonna happen and called Conrad out on the sheer insanity of the unfolding events. Tessa screamed for him to move, but there was no time to do so. He got a glimpse of Vance's eyes and knew what the man would do for him, but that wasn't at all what Conrad wanted... Before he could start thinking of how to defuse this situation the storm of magic hit him, he held his ground for a split second before being blasted off his feet against the wall, he felt the wind keeping him in place as it subsided he fell to the floor face first. He tasted his own blood in his mouth, the back of his head throbbing and he taking his first normal breath sent a shock of pain through him, resorting to shallower breaths to ease the pain. Everything hurt, but he had to defuse this situation, it was his fault it existed in the first place.

He struggled to his knees looking at Vance who looked ready to pounce. "Vance! Don't.. whatever you do.. don't retaliate, it'll only be the next step in an endless cycle of misery and pain... It isn't worth it... You always say you're so much better... now's your time to prove it, it's easy to just retaliate and do what everyone else would do, to just go with it. It takes strength to not do so, to stand against the masses... You said it yourself nobility has to give the example.. Now's your chance... If not for yourself then do it for me.. I just took a hit for you, which if I recall the lessons correctly you owe me one.... so the least you could do is listen..." Conrad said, stopping after every few words to make the pain more managable, Vance only listened to reason he had just said it himself, another thing he knew Mr Dorian understood was cold politics and Conrad hadn't shown that side of him before. He struggled to get to his feet, the white hair on the back of his head had started to slowly turn crimson from the blood slowly oozing from a large wound on the back of his head. He didn't care about it right now stumbling over to position himself between Tessa and Vance, to prevent further escalation if his reasoning failed. He made a big gamble but Tessa's reaction told him she hadn't meant to hurt him and wouldn't try anything with him in the line of fire. He struggled to remain upright. "This pointles violence..... has to end right now.." He said again not being able to keep the pain from slipping into his voice. As a drop of blood from a small wound on his forehead traced downward. Conrad looked like a mess with a few tears in his Cyan shirt, the blood in his hair and running down his face, but he couldn't allow this to continue

 

Because I'm a lazy **** and I know I need to respond, lets just say Gexln ran behind Dale.


Gaius did too.​

 

Vance stood up and watched Conrad staggering. For once, Vance did not say anything, but instead listened exactly to what Conrad had to say. And when he had taken it all in, Vance nodded and his eyes flicked over to Tessa.
"I will listen to him. Now if you'll excuse me, I should find this man a healer after that little stunt. A proper one that is." Vance spoke, approaching Conrad and slinging the other man's arm around his shoulder. He was a little heavy for the nobleman, given that he was somewhat a stranger to physical exertion. With his free arm, Vance put a hand on his chest and cast Cure in an attempt to stifle some of the injury. He owed Conrad that much at least. And, he did speak a certain truth. He did need to put an example. When a man was injured, certainly after helping you and because of it, one should get him help as soon as possible. He considered Conrad's actions here. Perhaps he did have some intentions of helping, but he would have to ask to confirm and he would certainly ask for it. Of course, it he was savvy then he would make a demand. That, Vance decided, he would not accept.





"I'm afraid that I cannot answer the question of whether Ren left or not. If he isn't here then it would seem to suggest... I suppose he has. If as you say, neither he or his things are here then he has well and truly gone. Why, I could not say." Caliborn answered. He questioned the possibility of spies within the Guild. He doubted it, given the temperament but they did know about Ren for a reason. He did wonder, for a moment, whether Jack was right. The man raised a point, something that he would look into personally and quietly. If it was true, then the less Jack knew about his activities in checking the better. As functional second in command of the Guild, it was his responsibility to look after it. "Relax, Jack. They won't find it here. We'll make sure of it. It is safe here. I know all the old members here personally and I'm starting to get an idea of the newer members among us now. I have confidence that there are no spies here. Calm yourself. We've been doing this a while. We have this situation under control."​

 

Guild hall:

Jack's pov: "Relax, Jack. They won't find it here. We'll make sure of it. It is safe here. I know all the old members here personally and I'm starting to get an idea of the newer members among us now. I have confidence that there are no spies here. Calm yourself. We've been doing this a while. We have this situation under control." Caliborn had said. He was glad he knew Ren was safe. Although Caliborn didn't answer his question on tiredness or emotions is was probably a magic that was best nt talked about. "Prehaps it is someone we don't know. Maybe it is someone who got in secretly. Although I don't think it is. I am more concerned with them watching from the outside. Your right I should relax. If it is truly someone on the inside or outside I want to help make it safe. Let me help please. I'm trying to do the right thing. I don't want something else to go wrong because of a mistake I made. Two missions ago some died, Caliborn it could probably have been prevented if I steped it up like the others did. Everyone is so great, but I don't know what makes me special. What makes me different. One of them in particular I could see as a great s-class. I feel like things go wrong, or I say the wrong things. You give great advice Caliborn. But I don't want anyone to get hurt. If the oracle or even the flute is in danger of being used. We have to provent that. I try so hard to make things right. Do you ever have things go wrong for you? Is this is what it is like to properly lead? You doubt you are doing or saying the right thing? Thank you Caliborn you always seem to make me feel better. I like your advice you are so helpful." He had lead people before, but that was a small part. He woundered if caliborn would notice the properly lead that he had said.

 

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A while after exiting the room Damian heard a cacophonous noise coming from it. What was that? Sounded as though someone was making a mess. As he got closer he could hear shouting and eventually it was quiet again. Shyly looking into the room he saw Tessa and Vance who was supporting an injured Conrad. The room was in total disarray. He had no idea what happened but he heard Vance say about finding Conrad a healer. Damian grimaced, he was hesitant to face them again after what happened but Conrad was injured, and Damian was probably the most experienced doctor the guild really had. He had no choice
"Uh, hi again" he entered the room awkwardly "Uh, I'm a healer... a proper one too... I've got some equipment around here somewhere..." he shuffled around awkwardly looking for the equipment he had somewhere in the room. It looked like a bomb had gone off, one of his medical books was ripped open with the pages scattered around the room, a syringe was embedded in a wall "If you want me to treat him then lay him on a bed please... uh... I have over ten years experience of this kinda thing... sorry for sleeping in your bed" he said sheepishly, he was constantly flinching, expecting at any moment to be called a cur and a drunkard. He would rather be anywhere else but it was in his nature to help people, he had to.

 

Snow White


Calxiyn laughed as Tessa and Conrad preformed. They were amazing! "What to do indeed, but that's when the Queen got a malicious idea! She called for, her Huntsman!" Calxiyn jumped from her chair, and grabbed someone else out of the crowd. It was Skadi. Calxiyn stood in front of Tessa for a moment to briefly say the Queen's lines. "Huntsman, I have called you to do my bidding, will you obey?" She then sat back in her storyteller chair, and urged Tessa, Skadi, and the Mirror to go on.


Mission Tips:

Calxiyn will feed you lines if your character doesn't know what to do.
Calxiyn will get huffy if you stray too much from the story she's telling, so try to act in character.
Your character can still be awkward while speaking etc.
Calxiyn will also do special effects for you if you give her a 'cue'.
For Halloween Missions I will use Black and Orange Text.


Calxiyn, at a different time started the other Halloween Mission!

An Operatic Tragedy:

Calxiyn sat down at a chair, and read from a book in which there were papers sticking out. "It's a mean and stormy night... the moors are bleak and bloody. Thunder Claps!" Calxiyn looked up at the stormy sky, but no thunder clapped. "Lightning strikes!" She used her Keyblade to strike lightning. "The fair Clarissa, her clothes in disarray, races across the wild coastal heath-" Calxiyn then started to run around the table. "Now she stops." She smacked her hands down on the table. "Now she runs!" She ran back to her chair. "Will she escape? Will she be caught?"

"With bold determination, the villainous aristocrat, Braxton Prendergast, lurches for her!" Calxiyn jumped out and made a claw action with her hands. "There's no escape! She's but a child, but yet she turns to fight with eyes ablaze. This normal girl meets his gaze unafraid. She will not be defiled!" Calxiyn finished, then grabbing Vance. "You will be my Braxton!" She then went back into playing Clarissa.


"Keep away from me you wretch!"