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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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[...Stop dodging the question, Zeref, it's just making her worse. She's preparing to come investigate right this second.]

If you keep dodging questions, I am just going to come and find you myself.

That isn't a good idea.

Then I suggest you answer my earlier question. Why?

[ She really wasn't going to give up on this, was she? Zeref sighs, and slowly begins typing his response. ]

My magic is very dangerous, and I can't control it all of the time.

[Like a dog with a bone, weird dude.]

Maybe one of us can help? You don't know if you keep us all away.

[Maybe she should go and have a look from a distance anyway. Gotta get lonely out there all by your lonesome.]

Doubtful. There are way to defend against it in my world, but they are few and far between. And if there were a way to control it beyond the one way I know will work for sure, I would have discovered it already.

Perhaps. Unless there's a method here unlike other worlds. [She's not knowing or thinking of anything in particular, as she doesn't know for sure, but it's a suggestion.

....And curiosity has finally got the better of her and she's going to be walking your way regardless. Her prize pet is staying at home, however.] I could ask around for you.

I would appreciate this.

No problem. one of the other guardians may have some ideas.

[Even if she's thinking of one in particular...

She's walking until she comes to the area, at which point she stops, and look around, trying to find a face that she's never seen before. Where are you? She's not exactly hiding, being stood right in the middle, so you'll see her lift up her phone to text again.]

By what name should I contact you if I turn up any results?

[she tucks it away and goes back to looking. You texting back will be so much more obvious and all.]

Zeref.

[ He won't be difficult to find. Just... follow the intermittent trails of dead trees and barren soil. His control over his magic only grows more tenuous with stress, except for when that stress turns to anger. ]

[She follows the trail, feeling a mix of alarm and even greater intrigue, until she finds the source. She pauses at the edge of where she can feel that the 'no escape' sort of danger zone is.... before she shrugs and keeps going anyway. It's not even that she thinks that she's still immortal here - she probably wouldn't need to recharge if she was - it's just that... she doesn't really care all that much.

she'll flop down next to him, and grin, before sending him another message.] I knew you'd be lonely out here all by yourself.

Don't get any closer.

[ Zeref abruptly raised his hand, and slowly began backing up. He still didn't know if his magic would work on her, but he was not going to be taking any chances. ]

I've warned you several times. If anything happens... [ Well, he might still feel bad about it. ]

Yes, you've warned me.

[Scooting even as you say it.]

I'm curious, however. And if that kills the cat, then that's the way of things. And would not be your fault, as well informed as I am.

[Just smirking a little at you. just gonna keep following you, Zeref. Because she's conventional like that.]

[ Zeref lowers his hands slowly, and sighs. ]

Fine. But if you die, I will try to absolve myself of responsibility for it. [ Because at this point, it's on her. ]

Who are you? Really?

I believe I just said that you could. [He gets an eyeroll.

But then he asks who she is, and that gets a grin.]

I am the God and Creator of my version of Earth.

That doesn't make it any less difficult.

[ Zeref was just about to turn around and continue walking, when she said that. A living deity? ]

Then... how are you here? And what of the state of your own world?

[ And now he's curious about the true origins of God Slayer magic once again. ]

[It's probably the first time she's looked just that serious since... well, probably since arriving.]

Two things I would greatly like to know. Not for the first time since arriving am I missing being omniscient.

[Frown frown frown.]

I cannot return, either, since removing me so far from heaven has... diminished me, somewhat.

I see. You've lost a few abilities, then. [ Zeref is speaking to an actual deity. He has no reason not to believe her, after all. ]

Are you still capable of creating things, here?

[ He hasn't really tested out his own Living Magic spells since arriving here, after all. Not that he expects Living Magic to work the same way as... well, whatever an actual God does. ]

I haven't tried.

[There's a slight shrug. And she's back to... looking much less serious now.]

There's not been much need here. I can buy almost anything I would need or want - I even bought a Platypus. I should imagine I could if I needed to.

[She's going to leave out mentioning that she would probably have to nap after if she even could.]

[ Hasn't tried... well, he can't say he can blame her. His own creations might not exactly be a welcome addition to this world, either. ]

Why would you want a platypus...?

Why would I not want one? I nearly stopped after I made them. [But there's a quiet chuckle. She's teasing.]

You take pride in what you created, don't you?

[ Zeref asked, turning back to God. His appearance is more solemn. A question that is just as personal to him as it likely is to her. ]

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