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[ Zeref slowly began to awaken. To be honest, that was the longest he thinks he's slept in months, the last time being the first night he was used to the idea of being in Exsilium; sleeping in a bed certainly beat against a (dead) tree, on some (dead) leaves, or sand on the beach (complete with the eventual smell of dead mollusks, crustaceans, and the occasional fish). But as Zeref slowly regained consciousness, it slowly began to dawn on to him how very, very wrong this was.

This wasn't Exsilium. It wasn't his world. And somehow, he doubts this is Edolas, even if he's never been there. ]

No... [ Not again. Did the Initiative send him here? Did they somehow sense his growing resentment of them, or his mounting rage against the United Earth that was just begging for a reason to boil over? Almost instinctively, Zeref reached up for the strap that connected the white, toga-like outer layer of his clothing to the black tunic he wore under it.

The pin was gone. And worse still, he had new memories. Memories that didn't feel like a dream to him. If this world continues to reject me... then I shall reject the world. He remembers himself saying, speaking to what appeared to be open air, as if he were speaking to himself. Obra had been staring at him, perplexed, wondering why Zeref was apparently talking to himself. This will be a gift from me... Zeref continued, finally getting to his feet. Rebalancing, and allowing the world to resurrect. If Zeref focused, he could feel a familiar presence that he was speaking to, even if he could neither see, nor hear the source. It was kind, familiar, friendly... and hurt. No, Zeref finally growled, feeling his eyes change behind his eyelids, seven years of pent-up rage and despair finally threatening to pour out. It will be a one-sided massacre. Not a single soul will be spared my wrath.

As if he had just woken up from a nightmare, Zeref realized who it was he was speaking to. Mavis Vermillion, maybe the only friend he had had for at least a century while he was on Sirius Island. He stared down at the medallion, before tossing it. ]

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Stay away from the Bay.

[ A simple, one-sentence message. It worked... somewhat similar to the device he had in Exsilium, so it only took him an hour or so to figure it out. Zeref had found a quiet corner of the large, domed structure. He needed to just... sit and think, for a while. Somehow, he had gained a few memories between waking up here and being in Exsilium, meaning his suspicions about Tartarus were correct. Now that he was fully awake, he remembered everything. He felt confused, and angry. It was all in stark contrast to his memories of Exsilium, mainly due to people like Lucy and Levy being so bizarrely kind to him, which he wouldn't have expected from anyone who knew who and what he was.

Zeref slumped back against the curved, stone wall of the dome. He honestly had no idea what he was going to do, now. ]

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[Well, that's reassuring.]

There may have been a less ominous choice of words you could have gone with just now.

It would be of no use to explain. Not unless you came from the same world I was born in.

[ It would be inaccurate to say 'that I came from,' in this case. Damn Exsilium. ]

Yeah, well, I've seen a thing or two and this happens to be my town you're being ominous in.

[Harry don't like people being ominous in his town.]

Try me.

Magic that kills anything it touches.

[ There. He said it. Blunt enough for you? ]

....

Oh.

Crap.

[Yeah, that's about blunt enough.]

Yeah, I've seen that. Or something like it anyway since I'm guessing we're not from the same neighborhood.

[Told you he's seen a lot. And he's starting to put a picture together.]

Is it... contained?

[ He has? Is there anyone else here who knows how to use Death Magic? It's not exactly easy to learn, even by Black Arts standards. That is troubling news. ]

That depends.

[Harry's got a handful of "death curses" kicking around in his own head, none that he's ever put to use though. Although it's probably not quite the same. But energy that destroys life at a touch? He's come across that as well. Scares the hell out of him.]

Okay, let's try a different approach.

Is it in the process of, or about to, kill anybody right now?

No. [ Though, he does have about a minute's notice at best before it does. And it does seem to be somewhat tied to his emotional state, as well as his stress level. And... well... waking up in an unfamiliar world is somewhat stressful. ]

That's why I want to leave, soon.

[Ugh. Hell with this. Hang on, switching to a private feed.]

Alright, cards on the table. My name's Harry, I'm a wizard and I'm one of the people who took the job of looking after the folks around here. So if you've got something going on that makes you dangerous, I'd really like to hear about it now before any of us have to deal with it.

[He takes a breath.]

It seems to me you're trying to keep people from getting hurt by whatever it is, and I'm okay with that. Maybe there's some way I can help.

[ Zeref pauses for a good while. He doesn't want to share any more information than necessary, but honestly, it's a topic he knows he can't avoid forever. ]

My name is Zeref. Ask the guild known as Fairy Tail about me... they all know who I am.

[ There isn't a single person in their world who doesn't. ]

[And he thought getting a straight answer from a Sidhe was tough.]

I have no idea who that is.

Ask over the network. You'll know.

You know, I can't help but get nervous when people start dodging questions around stuff like death magic that may or may not be contained.

You want to play mystery man, that's fine, but the lone wolf crap ends where people's safety begins and if I see people get hurt because of it you're gonna get a visit from me real soon. Got it?

[Yeah, it's true he doesn't really know what he's up against here but it isn't the first time he's tossed a threat at someone or something that should have him headed for the hills.]

If I had any sort of evil intentions, I wouldn't have warned others to stay away.

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