Kagura looked at the ponytailed child from head to toe, but with her chin up. “You really are small but terrible,” she said, with Wendy’s battle against Chelia in her mind.
Kagura looked at the ponytailed child from head to toe, but with her chin up. “You really are small but terrible,” she said, with Wendy’s battle against Chelia in her mind.
“…What brings you here?” the swordswoman eyed the blonde tiger man, but doesn’t have any intention to pursue him, because that would obviously ruin her image. Still, you’re one of that tiger woman’s comrades, she thought.
Because I wanted to see something that really got into the nitty gritty details of a character.
I tried to organize it into sections and equalize the amount of writing you’d be doing each day, but obviously that’s going to vary from character to character. Good luck, and may the force be with you.
I finally draw out my sword…
OOC Note: Not all that is given out in this first-person narration (the narrator being Kagura) is genuine, because the FT manga is done through third-person narration. As one who roleplays Kagura, though, I made some speculations to complete this.
The woman who has known Jellal so well… I never knew that I was going to meet her sooner than I had expected. I had planned on facing her in a serene way after the games, since I had believed that she has a reason for letting the person who nearly killed her hide as a Fairy Tail member (perhaps, she was using it as a cunning part of her intention to kill him or at least put him back to prison). However, she became one of those virtuosi I was supposed to defeat for Mermaid Heel’s sake, which I couldn’t.
Erza Scarlet—Titania, the Fairy Queen,
one of those Tower of Heaven slaves, one who knew that killer well—in that incident in which she was already frail enough for me to stomp on for victory, showed me how even my perfect blade could never overpower her, which was contrary to the commentators’ statements and the audience’s opinions.
She was smart, just as what the journalists had reported about her. Indeed, she could hypothesize correctly, sometimes in a way that she seems to read one’s mind. In this situation, she read mine. It was true that my strength sprouted simply because of how I begrudge Jellal to the deepest part of Earthland and to the sharpest point of my sword. My hatred towards that bluenette was so much that anyone mentioning his name made me want to ache who does it (except for Millianna, who bears the same animosity towards him); so intense that I kicked Erza with so much of my physical strength.
She was knowledgeable of Jellal, just as Millianna had told me about her. Indeed, she possessed information about the murderer. Thus, I gave out brief details about the murdered—Simon, my older brother. I shared to her that Simon and I were once happy despite our financial disadvantages, that it all ended when the menacing believers of Zeref took him as one of the child workers for the Tower of Heaven, and that all hope within me was lost when I unexpectedly met Millianna, who explained to me that he ended up meeting his demise after being hit by one of the attacks of a person named Jellal Fernandes. It was common sense that the scarlet-haired woman would accept my narration as the story behind my intention to kill Jellal. I wanted to kill him to avenge my loved one, who was actually my remaining flicker of hope.
She had a hidden motive, just as what I had thought of her. Indeed, she let Jellal disguise for a reason. It was what I didn’t expect of her, though. She allowed him to conceal himself so she can protect him from further harm. Her response to what I said was ambiguous evidence. How dare could she say that she killed Simon, even though it was Jellal’s move that killed my brother? What could have been in her mind all this time? When did she turn back from the want to kill Jellal? Why was she protecting Jellal, albeit the fact that it was that bastard who almost erased her existence from Earthland?!
She had a clean conscience, just as what I heard about her from Millianna. Indeed, she would always stand for the truth, even if it would trigger a foreboding event. From her short rebuttal, I remembered an excerpt from something:
If you’re pushed into a river and drown, do you blame the river? Do you curse at the water? Or hate the rains that fill it? ‘Course not! YOU HATE THE GUY WHO PUSHED YOU IN!
It seemed that she wasn’t a follower of such a saying. Assuming that the river was death, that the one pushed into it was my brother, that the one who pushed him was Jellal, and that the rains which filled it was Erza’s weakness, it was like she was telling me to hate her and kill her instead of Jellal.
I wondered for a second: What was Erza’s weakness?
I looked at her, and saw tears coming out from her eyes. There, I found the answer:
It needed not to be specific. Whatever circumstance, it concluded that love really conquers all… even hate.
Because love conquers all, love is strong. Therefore, Erza… even if she’s in a state in which she cannot fight with full force in opposition of anyone anymore, even if all of her attacks against me have been futile, she is strong, just as what the scarlet color represents—power—also just as what I’ve heard from everyone who knows her and her status as a mage, and just the opposite of what she thinks of herself as. She has an even greater fortitude than what my Archenemy has.
In my situation though, love doesn’t have to conquer hate. For me, for the sake of love, I have to hate.
Out of my desire to avenge Simon, I decided to blame the rains that have filled the river of death in which he was pushed in by Jellal: Erza Scarlet.
I pulled out my sword for the first time in my whole period of wielding it, and that moment was the first time that I was oblivious of everything, including tears and blood.
Three people have been waiting for my reply… for a month. I guess I just have to do this! (~*o*)~
It had gotten quite late and Loke realized he had slightly dozed off as he allowed this woman to sleep on him. He opened his eyes seeing that the area was fuzzy and slightly worried that he used up too much magic power and needed to return back to the celestial world. Impossible though, he had made it three months before and it had been barely a day. As he felt the wet grass underneath his free hand he realized a fog had rolled in on the high hill. The stars he had been gazing at earlier were now hidden by the mist. He let out a soft sigh as he looked at the woman. He noticed that she had a sheathed sword that seemed to be poking her side. Not wanting it to disturb her sleep he gently grabbed it from her side and sat it down in his lap so she could rest more comfortably.
Loke allowed the night’s orchestra to fill his ears as he sat here peacefully with this sleeping woman. He smirked thinking about all of the women who had fallen for him, but never had he had one fall asleep on him. He didn’t mind at all, but it was odd that he didn’t even know her yet. As he looked at her again he noticed a frown to now form on her face and she began to twitch as if having a bad dream. A few strands of her onyx hair fell onto her face, clinging to it due to the thin layer of dew building up around him. Loke softly wiped the strands of hair from her face, not sure why she looked so upset. He pulled his hand back and touched the sword in his lap, looking it over. It looked powerful, she must be a very strong mage. He wondered if she had magic similar to Erza’s. As he gazed at the weapon he noticed the fog seemed to become thicker around them, so much so he could barely see her sleeping face on his arm. Suddenly, he heard a sharp intake of breath that indicated she had woken up from her nightmare. Sitting silently, he allowed the woman to regain her composure before he spoke.
She seemed to instantly retrieve the sword from his hands, holding it protectively, and stared out into the misty abyss. He was slightly caught off guard when she finally spoke. It reminded him of Erza’s voice: strong, yet gentle. He looked at the blurred vision of her face and smiled, though he knew she couldn’t see, and responded, “No, it’s not a scary place. Though the unknown can be scary at times.” He said as he looked around and couldn’t see very far in the fog. Sighing he decided he should light up the area with his magic so they could at least see each other. His whole body began to glow, slightly lighting up the area around them and making it so they could see each other’s faces. He smiled politely at the woman and commented, “And now this place is more beautiful,” implying that this unknown woman’s beauty filled the area.
“No, it’s not a scary place, though the unknown can be scary at times.”
As soon as she had heard of this, she took a deep breath, and was confident enough that she didn’t need to strike a blow at this unknown being, whose face was still, unfortunately, unclear by the thick fog. She thought that she couldn’t just act as if this person she’s with is her boyfriend or anything like that, having no knowledge of anything about this guy whose voice, which sounded gentlemanly, had no familiarity to her.
She lazily got up and continued staring straight ahead, seeing nothing but the mist, getting thicker and thicker, and causing herself and her surroundings to become more wet and more moist in every jiffy that passed. Even having the jacket was slightly useless; she could feel herself getting close to declaring that she was in the sheer cold. Her hands numbed, letting go of the sword which she had been holding on to for minutes in a way that if the sword was a person, he would have been choked to death. She eventually started to shiver in the benumbed state of the hill’s peak due to the mist, and gritted her teeth. She began hugging herself, in order for her to not suffer from Hypothermia.
Suddenly, she could see a faint light, glowing from her side. In her vicinity, the lush grass, which appearance was first seen as pale green, suddenly became filled with vibrancy. She could see the view of the whole city of Crocus much better than what it looked like when there was no light present. The allure of the peak became visible—albeit blurred—to her sight: She could see tints of pink behind her, which she thought as Cherry Blossoms, dancing together with the cold winds. She could visualize a flock of birds, species unknown, which zoomed with incredible speed that she could estimate the measure as such of a known, escaped prisoner named Racer, who has reunited with the former members of Oracion Seis except for Brain and Hoteye. Seconds had passed, and she had seen the grass around her to be, finally, glittering due to the dewdrops. Through the light, she felt more secure.
Then, she saw the face of the person who was revealed to be the source of the calming brilliance. His hair, which color resembled that of a lion’s mane, was properly cut. He had a decent mien, with eyeglasses making him look quite better, and wore a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and rubber shoes.
The swordsmage witnessed the man to be making a respectable smile, and noticed this to be making the visage of the other individual more appealing. She heard him uttering the words, “… And now, this place is more beautiful.” She nodded her head, with the thought that the individual beside her meant that the light he made caused the pulchritude of the landform’s summit to be in sight of both Kagura and the bringer of effulgence.
Her curiosity, however, brought her to asking who this anonymous man is. She said, “Sir, I apologize if you have been feeling cold throughout the night, but thank you for being kind enough to lend this jacket to me. May I ask, what is your name?”
And then, OH MY GOSH. Did I see them gone? Those drafts disappeared! It all contained all the replies I have to catch up on.
If you have an ongoing roleplay with me, and I still haven’t replied to it, message me within the weekday and I shall prioritize it when time permits me to. And again, I shall apologize! (>T_T)>
And now, I shall go to sleep. Goodnight! :/
Here I am… swimming… drenching myself… in a pit of fire… a gargantuan pit of such a scorchingly burning entity… a blackening element… where no one escapes… no one gets out… no one lifts each other… in hopes of ending their pain… no one… lights their faces… which were once filled with hope… but now… engulfed in despair… great despair… that burning fire… turns everything into ashes… probably even black holes… black, black holes… where even light couldn’t escape… fire can probably change its blackness… into… brightness… that bedazzling yet burning fire… so deceiving… so… deluding…
Therefore, is this… fire… this undescribably hot fire… an element of deceit itself?
Oh, that dream, Kagura could remember. She looked down on the varnished, wooden floor, with a fist clenched so firmly, so tightly, that no small bacterium in the universe—not even Mycoplasma genitalium—can be inserted into it. She, after a minute of staring at the floor, then got up and started to take a look at the place she was currently in. It was unbelievable: being in an unknown house, with unbeknownst characteristics and unperceived objects. Was that hallucination about fire a dream within a dream? She thought, fearing that she may have been suffering a sleeping syndrome in which she might never wake up.
She took a look at some objects—more possibly mementos—owned by some person she absolutely didn’t know of so far. One was a necklace with a skull pendant, another being some insignificant rubble, a maid costume, and a Salamander signature, with a knife partially ripping off the paper in which it was written. Her eyebrows furrowed, wondering how these things with certainly no importance seemed to be the cleanest, shiniest, and untouched ones in the house.
The point she made a step forward, she decided to take back her first impression on those inanimate stuff. She saw a flyer, rotten by molecules unfamiliar to her, which had the picture of the formerly, widely-known, the Duke of Everlue. Pinned below it was the note, my first-ever mission with Lucy! She gave it a soft smile, realizing that the unknown possessor of everything in the house she was in, was actually someone who gives value to even the stinkiest of feces, so long as it reminds him of a memory worth remembering.
Suddenly, she felt drops of lukewarm sweat trickling down her face. Her response to it was so abrupt, that she immediately grabbed any fabric nearest to her, and went to the mirror within her comfortable range, to make sure that she didn’t look haggard and her appearance remained ca—
“THIS IS NOT HOW I LOOK LIKE!” She raised her voice, with a murderous yet shocking tone. She didn’t expect that her physiological visage would change that much. From the perfect, busty body of a woman, it all turned to those of a man’s. Her hair was short and spiky, and had pink hues all around it. She was partially topless, showing an eight-pack and a good-looking figure of man-breasts, while her bottoms were like Aladdin’s. She was in the shoes… no, in the slippers of a different person.
“Oh no…” She said with a low, dull sound showing slight angst, whilst her upper and lower limbs shuddered and her face was covered in sweat, in want to uncover such an odd mystery. She rubbed her right hand against her face, thinking that it was like an incurable disease, having the same soul and the similar attitude to that of the usual, but in the body… of a man. This must be a dream! She thought, sure of her opinion that all of this must not be true at all.
Little did she know, it wasn’t just her who was currently experiencing the same event.
Thank God, I’m done here.
Such were the Rin-bowed swordswoman’s first words after finally finishing her mission of taking care five annoying-to-the-max ‘babies.’ She went out of the apartment, bowed in front of the owner of those ‘babies,’ and bade farewell. She was proud of her acquisition of fifteen thousand jewels despite her not having to work for two nights, as the job flyer had stated the night before.
She walked slowly, in contrast to how she put herself into kinetics last night. She simply wanted to witness another beautiful sunrise while walking towards home. She didn’t mind her boots tapping loudly with every collision of the footwear with the stone road; she was blankly staring at the infinite horizon above her, which colors had changed from pitch black, to dark violet, to the coolest of blues, and finally, at that exact point she reached her one-thousandth step from the building she was once in, the sky’s color turned into a pale blue, with a tint of orange and yellow in her eastern view, showing that it was where the sun was going to first appear in the eyes of the individuals in Crocus.
It so happened that incidentally, she brought herself towards the town plaza, which had a beautiful, big fountain which reposed in the middle. Despite the fact that it was already dawn, there was no individual present yet, aside from her. She could remember the time when she sat beside a young-looking mage, and talked to her comfortably. Seeing that same woman that moment, sitting at the same point as before, and spreading the bright atmosphere around her, made it all better.
Or so it was.
She thought immediately of how the sole, bluenette target of her sword, Jellal Fernandes, was disguised in a costume of the once widely-known member of Fairy Tail, Mystogan. Could it be that he was permitted to hide through such an attire, or was Mystogan simply Jellal’s look-a-like or probably, cosplayer? She thought of many possibilities, not wanting for herself to suffer again the same thing she did the moment she saw the face whose owner she hated so much. Then, she came up with a plan.
I’m going to talk to her, she said to herself in a dead tone, and walked aggresively towards where the blonde, cheerful mage sat and fluttered her lower limbs. She glared at her, for the sake of seeking the truth behind her sight.
“Where do you think Jellal is?” She asked, in a very raging key, and having in mind, the want of the reply of Fairy Tail’s first guild master to be not a fallacy.
The third day of the Grand Magic Games has ended. Everyone has seen how Fairy Tail (well, it could have been stated as ‘Fairy Tail A and Fairy Tail B,’ but they’re from one guild) has brought back its honor within days, and how its rank escalated to a higher level, surpassing such of Quatro Puppy, Blue Pegasus, and Mermaid Heel. Oh, and it also did the same thing to Raven Tail, since the latter guild had been disqualified due to their evil attempts on the so-called Laxus Dreyar.
Thus, it signified another ordinary night for Kagura Mikazuchi.
Seeing the sky engulfed in the darkest of neutralizers, she started to swiftly walk towards her guild’s lodging. She was concerned, however, in the state of her guildmates, who were probably starting to worry about her condition, rather than in the danger she might be facing soon if she wasn’t conscious at all at everything and everyone surrounding her. She put aside her twisted feelings of both anger and fear towards the mysterious Jellal Fernandes from a while ago, knowing that she just had to go home… and fast.
Eventually, a paper flew to her, and because of the strong headwinds, the paper seemed like it was pasted onto her bust. The swordsmage, slightly disgusted by the ‘act of perversion’ by both the wind and the paper, took it off of her right breast and started to read it silently:
Mission: Taking care of Five Babies in 13th street, Bickslow’s apartment room 666, near Honeybone. Reward will be fifteen-thousand jewels per two nights.
Kagura smirked. She liked the fact that the mission was different from any other. She went towards the destination required for the mission, with clenched fists and with an overconfident face, thinking that she’s gonna accomplish this quick enough for her to go home in a time before midnight.
It’s pure, and it’s a hundred-percent.
(That awkward moment when you have come back after a week then suddenly, you’re like an outcast.)
Once again, I’m
Kageru Kagura. Since I’m bored, I’d really appreciate if at least someone would like this post for me to make a starter. :D
‘Kagura-chan, the swordsmage of Mermaid Heel,’ Eve addressed her. ‘Not as powerful as Erza-san though,’ he mumbled. Eve turned around to Kagura, and he stopped making it snow around him.
‘It…stopped snowing…’ said Kagura as the snow stopped falling and the snow around them had melted. ‘It always snows in Fiore doesn’t it?’
‘Yeah, it always snows at Christmas in Fiore. It is a bit late this time isn’t it?’ he replied. ‘Oh and I’m Eve Tearm, I specialise in snow magic,’ he added with a smile. He noticed how the swordsmage looked puzzled at the sky, but Eve was also confused why it still hadn’t started snowing, even though it was Christmas Eve. But, for his and Kagura’s amusement, he decided to make it snow again, with beautiful snowflakes of various shapes fall down onto their hair.
‘Isn’t Christmas a time when you and your family members gather around to celebrate?’ he asked Kagura. He was a bit blank, so this was the only question he could think of to lighten the tension between the two. ‘Why are you here all alone?’
Erza? The rin-bowed swordswoman thought. She wasn’t well-aware of mages from other guilds—not even their names—so she gave it an immediate guess. “She yields swords, too?” She said, in a tone considered as lifeless, as she looked blankly at the evening horizon above her. She thought that maybe this Erza could be someone who’s worthy for her to spar with. Someday, at least.
Eventually, she had realized that the grass, which was overlapping her boots, had melted. She didn’t think of more possibilities over why it happened; her thought of it would suffice.
“It… stopped snowing. It always snows in Fiore, doesn’t it?” she said.
Later, when the young-looking mage started to state his reply, she looked at him—a way which she would always do whenever someone was to talk to her as a sign of respect. She was amazed on how this Eve Tearm has the magic of snow, which was, to her, on par with the indisputably charming eyes of his. Soon, she could feel snowflakes falling onto her hair. She patted her own head in comfort and enjoyment.
However, such a bright feeling changed into the worst of emotions when the blonde gentleman had mentioned how Christmas was meant to be family bonding, and why she without anyone else. The terrorizing pictures of her dead family members—excluding her only sister, who had disappeared and whom she had presumed as dead, too—she started to remember. She could feel her chest weighing her down, and the fast heartbeat went with the sweating and her sudden hyperventilation. Calm down, this isn’t the… right time… she thought, and tried to control herself as hard as she could.
Luckily, it was a success. She breathed deeply, and let out a sigh, as loud as a siren which is quieter than silence. Then, she remembered something. She smiled a little.
“Oh, they’re in the guild building, having fun. I just went out to enjoy the pleasures of being alone,” she uttered in a whisper voice, with the thought of her guildmates making her appearance look proud.
Easily sensing her immediate distrust of him, Laxus crossed his arms and leaned on the railing, turning his away from his own table where the Raijinshuu were sitting and eagerly waiting his return.
“Depends. If you mean here as in the restaurant, I’m here to eat. If you mean here as in your general vicinity, then that’s a different story.”
He knew he had to swallow his pride, seeing as he was already in front of her, but he was Laxus, the least he could do was irritate her.
“I just wanted to say,” He was getting a little embarrassed now because this was so unlike him. “I may not have much experience with swords myself, but your swordsmanship is incredible.” His tone was still bland, like with everything he said, but it held none of its previous hint of mockery.
Seeing the blonde man’s face becoming that of a prideful one, and himself crossing his arms, she gave a furious gaze at him whilst waiting for a reply. She could already hear robins cheerfully singing at the tall tree which was in her sight.
A minute passed, and the individual before her answered her question. How clever, she thought. By his words, she knew that the man she was facing was out of the ordinary, in regards to intellectual levels. Include his absolute-zero percent of doing any unecessary vocal activity while speaking, such as stutters, cut-offs, and halts.
When the man mentioned of her excellence in swordsmanship, her eyes narrowed to that of a pure Chinese, and held her sword as tight as she could. Is this what you want, perhaps, from me? She was filled with doubt, not wanting her weapon to even have a single scratch due to it being in the hands of someone else. She decided to raise her guard. She thought that the man before her had something evil to do. However, her humility prevailed, and gratitude, too. Every person would compliment her for such ability, but it was way too rare to see someone going near her to let her know of how she was being honored by him… at least that was the good side. She still had no trust in him, though; she had been simply this overprotective of her sword since some tragic, fated day of hers, and until now, she was doing just the same thing.
“Thank you for your acknowledgement. Swordsmanship is a good trait to have, and I recommend you to practice it,” she said in a calm yet slightly doubtful tone, and took a sip from the water contained by a floral-adorned glass in her table.