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⚒ EIGHTEENTH - [ closed to Mavis ]
What: Claiming a Bounty... unintentionally. And Zeref voices concerns he's had for a while, now.
When: December 15
Who: Zeref and Mavis. Also, NPCs Lutea and Emersen.
Where: A back alley in Fayren's slums.
Warnings: Violence, and language. Also, spoilers for Fairy Tail.
Zeref hadn't had much sleep, this past week. Upon awakening from the Dream Docks, and knowing that Natsu had failed in his birthright, Zeref had become more and more disillusioned; if he were to return to Earth-Land now, he'd have no more reason not to let Alvarez completely off of its leash. He'd stop holding back, and unleash hell on Fairy Tail, with the end goal of acquiring Fairy Heart and killing Acnologia, not caring who gets caught in the crossfire. And after that... if he can't die, then the world that rejects him, denies his wish, and won't spare him from his suffering didn't deserve to exist.
But this wasn't that world. For all intents and purposes, in a way, he already has Fairy Heart, or at least he thinks he does. Acnologia wasn't here. And even if he could awaken Natsu to his true nature, with or without Igneel's leftover magic, Zeref won't stay dead, anyway. None of that mattered in this world. But just as he'd allowed Mavis to let him see a tiny glimmer of hope in their own world, over a century ago, he'd allowed the same thing to happen here. He didn't want what he'd seen in the Dream Docks to change that. But regardless, he couldn't stop thinking about it. What if Mavis wasn't just her astral projection form somehow made physical, as he'd been lead to believe?
If he allows himself to have feelings for her again... could that happen again? He'd never forgive himself if he--
Zeref suddenly dodged to the side. A black shadow whizzed by his face, a claw nearly shearing off a bit of his cheek. His eyes immediately turned red, just in time to see the sewer grate he was inconveniently standing on top of flood, water shooting up like a geyser and taking the manhole lid with it. Zeref jumped off of the lid in mid-air, landing on top of a nearby rooftop. He wasn't as agile as his brother, or indeed, most of Fairy Tail or the Spriggan Twelve - with his magic, he never thought it necessary to be - but a simple maneuver like that wasn't much.
"Heehee! He's fast, Emersen!" "Heh. Takes more than speed, Lutea." Zeref's eyes turned in the direction of the two voices. Immediately, his eyes fell upon two figures standing at the opposite end of the alleyway; a red-haired girl in an obnoxiously oversized witch's hat with a minidress and long, striped stockings, and a blue-haired man in an equally oversized, striped coat.
Zeref wasn't impressed. "I've read your names in the papers," he says, his teeth gritting. "Oooh! He's angry, Emersen!" the girl giggled, her very shadow beginning to rise up behind her; that same creature that tried to attack him. Two more shadows were splitting off from the familiar behind her, which was beginning to resemble a large, bat-like creature, with three eyes arranged in a triangular pattern on its face. "I bet he's with that Fairy Tail group, Lutea," Emersen replied. The water that came out from beneath the manhole lid was still gushing forth. Emersen raised one hand, and snapped his fingers. The water instantly converted to hot steam, now swirling throughout the alleyway, forming a smokescreen.
"Fairy Tail?" Zeref answered, before smirking. "No. I had no interest in either of you. Such lowly mages aren't worth my time."
"L-Lowly!? What did he just say, Emersen?!" Lutea spat, her fists clenching, her teeth grit. Emersen was equally indignant. "That's it! Let's take the red bills off his dead body, Lutea!"
The very air around Zeref began distorting, the colors inverting as black magic began radiating off of his body. Almost instantly, Emersen and Lutea's expressions changed, the color changing from their face. "You've chosen a very poor day to provoke me," Zeref continued, both of his hands outstretching in a vertical pattern; one above his head, the other downward. "There is only one with whom I wish to fight, and he can't kill me, here." His arms began moving, slowly, out to the front of his body. "Don't worry. It will be over soon. By the time it is... you'll have wished that I had been a fairy, instead of a spriggan."
When: December 15
Who: Zeref and Mavis. Also, NPCs Lutea and Emersen.
Where: A back alley in Fayren's slums.
Warnings: Violence, and language. Also, spoilers for Fairy Tail.
Zeref hadn't had much sleep, this past week. Upon awakening from the Dream Docks, and knowing that Natsu had failed in his birthright, Zeref had become more and more disillusioned; if he were to return to Earth-Land now, he'd have no more reason not to let Alvarez completely off of its leash. He'd stop holding back, and unleash hell on Fairy Tail, with the end goal of acquiring Fairy Heart and killing Acnologia, not caring who gets caught in the crossfire. And after that... if he can't die, then the world that rejects him, denies his wish, and won't spare him from his suffering didn't deserve to exist.
But this wasn't that world. For all intents and purposes, in a way, he already has Fairy Heart, or at least he thinks he does. Acnologia wasn't here. And even if he could awaken Natsu to his true nature, with or without Igneel's leftover magic, Zeref won't stay dead, anyway. None of that mattered in this world. But just as he'd allowed Mavis to let him see a tiny glimmer of hope in their own world, over a century ago, he'd allowed the same thing to happen here. He didn't want what he'd seen in the Dream Docks to change that. But regardless, he couldn't stop thinking about it. What if Mavis wasn't just her astral projection form somehow made physical, as he'd been lead to believe?
If he allows himself to have feelings for her again... could that happen again? He'd never forgive himself if he--
Zeref suddenly dodged to the side. A black shadow whizzed by his face, a claw nearly shearing off a bit of his cheek. His eyes immediately turned red, just in time to see the sewer grate he was inconveniently standing on top of flood, water shooting up like a geyser and taking the manhole lid with it. Zeref jumped off of the lid in mid-air, landing on top of a nearby rooftop. He wasn't as agile as his brother, or indeed, most of Fairy Tail or the Spriggan Twelve - with his magic, he never thought it necessary to be - but a simple maneuver like that wasn't much.
"Heehee! He's fast, Emersen!" "Heh. Takes more than speed, Lutea." Zeref's eyes turned in the direction of the two voices. Immediately, his eyes fell upon two figures standing at the opposite end of the alleyway; a red-haired girl in an obnoxiously oversized witch's hat with a minidress and long, striped stockings, and a blue-haired man in an equally oversized, striped coat.
Zeref wasn't impressed. "I've read your names in the papers," he says, his teeth gritting. "Oooh! He's angry, Emersen!" the girl giggled, her very shadow beginning to rise up behind her; that same creature that tried to attack him. Two more shadows were splitting off from the familiar behind her, which was beginning to resemble a large, bat-like creature, with three eyes arranged in a triangular pattern on its face. "I bet he's with that Fairy Tail group, Lutea," Emersen replied. The water that came out from beneath the manhole lid was still gushing forth. Emersen raised one hand, and snapped his fingers. The water instantly converted to hot steam, now swirling throughout the alleyway, forming a smokescreen.
"Fairy Tail?" Zeref answered, before smirking. "No. I had no interest in either of you. Such lowly mages aren't worth my time."
"L-Lowly!? What did he just say, Emersen?!" Lutea spat, her fists clenching, her teeth grit. Emersen was equally indignant. "That's it! Let's take the red bills off his dead body, Lutea!"
The very air around Zeref began distorting, the colors inverting as black magic began radiating off of his body. Almost instantly, Emersen and Lutea's expressions changed, the color changing from their face. "You've chosen a very poor day to provoke me," Zeref continued, both of his hands outstretching in a vertical pattern; one above his head, the other downward. "There is only one with whom I wish to fight, and he can't kill me, here." His arms began moving, slowly, out to the front of his body. "Don't worry. It will be over soon. By the time it is... you'll have wished that I had been a fairy, instead of a spriggan."