A Rift Between Worlds
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There are only a few things that can take Trevet Umbridge by surprise, and screaming coming directly from overhead is probably one of them. The brunet cranes his head skyward to see a peculiarly-dressed figure rapidly descending towards him. Her body looks to be making a head-first skydive as his dark amber eyes widen at the direction of her approach. Oh, shit! She's coming straight for him! Tre just stares absentmindedly at the falling figure then the thought hits him, Shit! I should get my ass into gear and move!
A shrill scream grows nearer and nearer as the brunet frantically attempts to get his legs to move, but they don't want to comply. Cursing himself, Tre's body is suddenly pounded down by an anvil shaped like a one hundred pound female.
"Ugh…that freaking hurts! I need to work on my reaction time" The brunet groans under the weight of the female atop his muscular form.
Hands frantically search across his back as the girl shifts about on top of him. "Holy… Holy… High Saints alive, where in the Underworld am I? This is not the Carpenter Complex at the Memphis campus. This is not the University!"
"Excuse me miss? I hate to interrupt your monologue but I think I've ruptured some organs, would you kindly remove yourself from my back?" Tre asks in the politest way possible.
A pair of unfamiliar, blue eyes shoot wide as Tre looks over a shoulder that has to be dislocated at this point. He takes in the sight of a busty redhead shuffling about until she bops off him. Two hands reach down, and Trevet finds himself in the hands of said female. "Oh, oh! I'm so so sorry. Sweet Saints, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Or at least….I should be. Are you okay? That looked like a pretty high fall. Where did you fall from exactly?" The brunet asks, his smooth accent sliding through.
"I… uh… er…" The strange missile blinks several times before placing a gloved hand underneath a plump, rose pink lip. A set of spiky lashes close tight, and she looks to be trying to form a cognitive thought. After that—Tre looks to see where she might have fallen from—out of nowhere fall, he understood how jostled her head must be. So, he gave her a couple of minutes. "Well… I thought that I was in my dorm room, but... "
"Okay, so you were in a dorm room and you ended up here? I…literally can't. I don't know how to properly react to that" Tre stares in a baffled manner.
"Hell. You're telling me. Saints know that I was just watching Fairy Tail while drawing a fan fiction comic for it. I fall asleep at the drawing board, and the next thing that I know I'm having one of those whacked out dreams where I'm falling. When I open my eyes, I see clouds all around me and the ground straight in front of me." The girl flops a pair of long, curvy legs out in front of her.
"Fairy Tail? You mean the guild? What's fanfiction? And why were you watching the guild?" The brunet asks in an incredibly confused manner.
Autumn colored hair shifts over to the side of the goggle wearing girl's face. After pushing the buggy things away from those big, blue eyes, she questions, "What do you mean? Fairy Tail comes on every Saturday night. It's my favorite anime, and I read the manga like its life itself. I was writing on the guild Fairy Tail though. You see, the story is of my beautiful OC Nevada Winters coming to the guild to seek revenge on Gray Fullbuster, but she winds up falling for the supremely handsome Freed Justine.."
"Fairy Tail is a guild. What's anime? What's manga too? Freed? Freed Justine? The green-haired Laxus lover? And why does she have a grudge against Gray?" Trevet says with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course! Nevada is pissed at Gray because he abandoned her during a blizzard. The story is all about childhood friends getting separated, and she winds up lost and alone in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, anime is a form of animation that comes from Japan. They have their own art style that they put in comics and animation. And, Freed is absolutely wonderful. His dedication to Laxus is so pure. I love their relationship, but he does make my Gaydar go off. Anyway! Can you tell me where I'm at? I have exams next week, and I have to get back before I get my ass chewed out by my professors."
"What's animation? What's Japan? And to answer your question. You're in sunny Hyacinth, Fiore miss!" The brunet smiles brightly.
"Dude, you have to live under a rock. Animation is a combination of drawing and television. People are able to make their cartoons comes to life by plugging them into the TV. I'm a graphics design major. I have yet to get into animation. And, you have to be joking. There is no way I'm in Fiore. That's just a…" Suddenly, the girl takes note of the place she's in. Things must have been different from what she was accustomed to. At least, that is the vibe Tre got from her.
Her eyes grew wide. Her plump mouth opened up. "No! Oh, no! There is no freaking way it worked! That spell was bullshit! Hiro Mashima would never be able to make those spells in the back of his books work. No freaking way!"
"Who's Hiro Mashima?! What spell? You're in Fiore, is that hard to understand?" Trevet asks.
The woman bursts from her spot on the street. Two hands sheathed in pinstriped gloves grip him tight. She nearly has him toppling over as she squeals, "YES! This is EARTHLAND! It's not my home. Hiro Mashima is the author of the Fairy Tail manga. This world is fictional. It isn't real! I'm from the real world! How in Saint's Name did I get here?" Her hands shook him hard as if she was trying to get the information to roll out from his ears.
Trevet's eyes roll back as he's jostled around "Mi-Miss! Please let go! This world isn't fictional! It's real I promise!" He exclaims.
"No, no, no, no! It can't be real! It can't be! It's just a story. Oh! No! I've got it! This is a dream. Okay, according to my resources, if you hit me, I won't be able to feel it because this is just a dream!" The strange female turns her face off to the side. When she gets into position, she states, "Punch me!"
"I'm not going to punch you" Tre deadpans.
"Come on! I'm not going to feel it. You're going to punch me, and I'm going to wake up safe and sound in my cozy but overheated dorm room with a fan that makes more noise than air movement."
The brunet forcefully slams his closed fist against the red-head's arm, causing his knuckle to pop. "Gah!" He winces.
Blue eyes shoot wide, and the female snags her bicep in her dainty palm. "What the hell? That hurt!" Her hands ran over the skin before she did another one of those wide eyed pauses again. "Who the hell changed my clothes? Where are my yoga pants and tank? I do not sleep in this kind of stuff!"
"I didn't, I swear! And punching you is meant to hurt you!" Tre says simply.
"I… I know that, but… this is supposed to be a dream. I know I didn't smoke a bowl before bed, so unless my roommate roofied by water… Damn you, Crystal. I'm sure that this is just a hallucination brought on by my roommate's pervy boyfriend." Eyes narrow on Trevet, and he finds himself snatched up by the front of his shirt. "You had better not be Crystal or Jason. I swear that if you are—"
Tre cuts her off with a long index finger pressed to her lips "I'm neither Crystal nor Jason, I'm Trevet Umbridge, a wizard. What does 'smoke a bowl' mean? And what's a roofie?"
Sighing to herself, the female mentions, "At least, I give my supporting characters sexy names even in my highs. I just wish I could make them smarter. Okay, to smoke a bowl is to load a pipe with weed and smoke it 'til your eyes go red and your head starts floating off your body. Roofies are date rape drugs. Jason is a drug dealer on campus. He keeps the stuff handy. Therefore, this is just me on some kind of drug induced high. That's all."
"I know nothing about your friends but I have to say one thing; why in the hell would your friend get involved with a man who sells drugs so people can rape other people?!" Trevet snaps.
Blush crosses over the redhead's face, and she states, "He's got a lot of money. He pays for our room in the complex… The drug isn't just to rape people. Some people take it just for fun… So, before you start judging my moral character, I suppose I should figure out a way to sober up. Well, that or I could enjoy the high. Oooooh! If this is a Fairy Tail hallucination and you say you're a mage, what's your magic?" Ah, she changed the subject on him.
"I use Gemstone Magic" is the brunet's curt reply.
"Cool. Hmm. I wonder if I have magic…" The girl lifts her hand up and closes her eyes. For just a second Trevet wishes that he had a camera because of all of the facial expressions she's making. Brows drawing. Lips pursing. Tongue sticking out.
"Maybe you do. It's all about discovering what's deep within your soul" Trevet smiles.
A slick grin creeps up the side of the freckled skin of the lass, and she snickers, "But, I'm Ginger. Ginger's don't have souls. See these freckles? I get one for every soul I steal." Getting serious, the female drops her extended hand. "So, since I'm going along with the idea that I'm stoned out of my mind, how about you tell me what you were doing before I slam tackled you like a bad hangover?"
"I know the feeling of a bad hangover, and that was nothing. I was making my way through town to buy some food before continuing on my journey to Fairy Tail" Tre explains.
Slowly nodding her head, the female gets up. A pinstriped hand appears before his eyes, and Tre quietly takes it. As she heaves him to his feet, she mentions, "The name is Neomi. You wouldn't mind if I tagged along with you for a bit… I mean… I know that I may not be very useful, but I'm a good cook. There isn't an invention that I can't create or repair. Maybe, if I become, like, your apprentice or something, you could help me figure things out until I get sober and wake back up in my bedroom?"
"Sure Neomi, eating something more than rice and canned fruit would be nice. I'll take you under my wing and we can head to Fairy Tail together, sound like a plan?" The brunet smiles as he extends his hand forward for a handshake.
Happily, Neomi accepts the offering, but as soon as she's done with the shake her hands eagerly clasp together. A foot pops up like she's some kind of dainty princess. With hearts in her eyes, Neomi sighs, "Fairy Tail. Maybe, I can meet the Raijinshuu, and Erza, and Mira. Oh, and Laxus." A hands come up to fan herself. "Hello, muscular lightning man."
"Excuse me? I'm just as muscular as the blonde" The 6' brunet says as he pouts slightly.
Snickering, Neomi runs her fingers through Trevet's brown mane. "Of course, you're super handsome. I am the one who's hallucinating your image. I would only imagine the best."
As Neomi turns around, Tre notices something. A pair of steampunk wings were sheathed at Neomi's back. At rest they had just looked like twin wooden swords, but now that she had her back to him, he could see the contraptions. "Yeah, if you have those things, why didn't you stop yourself from falling?"
Blue eyes shift backwards, and Neomi blinks a couple of times at the wings on her back. "I… didn't know that I had them… Huh. I wonder how I get them to work." Neomi flits about her body before finding a short string attached underneath her leather, aviator jacket and slipping along her hand. Curious, she wraps her hands around it to pull. Sure enough, Trevet gets launched to the far left of the road when a ten foot wingspan of canvas and thin metal thrusts from the wooden swords. "That's so freaking nifty!" she howls.
"Oww! My side!" The brunet cries in pain.
Gasping, Neomi takes a step towards the hissing mage. She looks about to be stepping closer to him when he raises his hand in warning. The message was simple. Stay back. "Are you okay?"
"The fuck do you think?" Tre hisses.
Instead of concern or any form of sympathy, Neomi lifts her hand to the back of her head. She pulls the string to get her wings to sheath then snickers, "Heh. Heh. I know my signature move now. Wingspan of the Automaton."
"Not the time for jokes stripey" The tight black shirt-clad mage snaps as he stands up.
"Ah, that is where you are wrong, my magical friend. There is always time for jokes. Especially when you're so stoned you've gone and sent yourself to an alternate dimension!"
"You're never gonna realize you aren't stoned are you? Can we get going now?" He asks impatiently.
Getting serious, Neomi bows to her senpai. "Of course. Lead on, Trevet!"
With a light 'tch', Tre leads his new found travelling companion into the main area of town and approaches the door of a small shop "What should we get?" He asks as he begins to peruse the shelves for good food.
Neomi casually strolls about the shop. Her fingertips skim over canned items, and she checks a few fruits for ripeness. "Well, that depends on what you're hungry for. Also, is this going to be travel food, or are we going to be eating at an inn? If I have the right utensils and a stove top, there isn't much I can't do."
"I can eat most anything and we're most likely going to be leaving town in a few hours. I can give you some jewels and you can buy a magic weapon to defend yourself with, there's only so much a pair of wings can do" Trevet says casually.
A hand comes up to tap on Neomi's bottom lip. She continues her appraisal of the shop with a curious Trevet in tow. "Well, since we're making travel food, there won't be much prep work. If they have some dried apples, some pretzels, and maybe some jerky, we would be set. How long will the trip be? That will help determine what to keep with us."
"Magnolia is only a few hours away but it'll be dark by the time we set off most likely" The brunet says.
"Hmm. If you do want me to cook something, I can make chicken and potato parcels. Gimme some barbecue sauce, onions, celery, and bell peppers. And, of course, the chicken and potatoes. Do you keep aluminum foil on hand?"
"Yep. Got some in my bag, and those sound awesome" Tre says as he gets the ingredients, purchasing them and putting them in a grocery bag.
"Very nice. Okay, that should be all I need if we're just doing an on the road pit stop. I hope you can make fire." Neomi goes to put her hands in her pockets only to pause at an obstruction. Raising a red brow, she pulls a revolver from a sheath beneath her jacket. "Oh-ho! Looks like we won't be needing to go to a weapons shop. Saints, I haven't held one of these beauties in forever." Playfully, Neomi opens the gun to see if there are any bullets inside. When all she sees are empty cartridges, she feels around in the pockets on her aviator jacket. "Hoo! Hell to the yes! Baby's got 'er locked and loaded. Check it, Trevet. Magic bullets."
"Awesome! Let's hit the road Neomi!" The brunet grins as he observes his friend's revolver before beginning to walk away from her.
As she walks side by side with her senpai, Neomi grins to the sky. "Ya know, if this is being high, I hope I don't get sober for a while."
"Same here Omi, you're a pretty sweet gal" Tre says as he sweeps the red-head under his arm and strokes her hair.
"Ha. Thanks, Tre. Now, onwards to Magnolia! Oh, why are we going there in the first place?" She looks up at the slightly taller male. From standing side to side, she came up to the bridge of his nose in her combat boots. He was a right tall fellow.
"I wanna join up and besides my brother is there" The brunet smiles.
"Brother?"
"You should know him, you were drooling over him earlier" Trevet smirks.
Scarlet hastily runs across Neomi's face at the realization. Her eyes turn to Trevet as she sings, "Awkward!"
Tre stands back and lets the red-head get a full view of his body. The brunet is exactly 6' tall with dark amber eyes and a strong, masculine jawline. His overall body structure isn't too far from his older brother; well-sculpted and muscular with a pair of strong arms and long, powerful legs. The clothing hiding his herculean bod from the world consists of a dark blue sleeveless Heart Kreuz shirt with silver trim, a pair of black jeans and brown hiking boots complete the look along with a light brown drawstring dufflebag thrown over his shoulder and a grocery bag in his right hand.
"Hmm. I can see it, but you don't resemble Makarov. I mean, body type and all you look similar. I guess I suspected blonde hair and grey eyes. How are you his brother, and why hasn't Mashima mentioned you?" Neomi, after loading her revolver, tucks it back in her hidden sheathe, and she checks the apparent Dreyar relative out with curiosity. "Your last names are different as well. That means, either you're a half brothers or you lived with his mother."
"Second one. Umbridge is our mother's maiden name and took it after that man left with Laxus, I'm ashamed to even call him my father" The brunet spits.
Nodding her head, Neomi admits, "Daddy issues. Been there, done that, and got the T-shirt. Da left us before I was born, and my momma is a prostitute. The only reason I was able to get into a university was because I was taken by child services. Then, I got adopted by a couple that couldn't conceive. Or, they thought they couldn't…"
"Did they end up having a child?" He asks, hoping not to offend with his bluntness.
"Yup. They had the boy when I turned seven, and poor, little Omi wound up becoming a second class citizen. Doesn't matter, though. I got enough scholarships in high school to get into University, and I work at a gym on campus as a trainer in training."
"A trainer…..in training? Wow" The brown-haired Dreyar says.
"Yup. I have a PT that took me in as an apprentice. He's pretty cool. Let's me train the newbies that come in the gym. I help with dieting and do some yoga instructing," Neomi explains. She runs her hands through her long, wavy head of autumn hair before adding, "Can we drop the family topic?" Her tone is sharp, and her eyes look away.
"Sure. What do you want to talk about?" The brunet asks.
"I dunno. I can say one thing, though. If I have magic, I hope I'm not a dragon slayer because if we get on a train, I'll be doomed."
"I'd just laugh" Tre smirks.
"Thanks, Captain Dirt Bag. See if I ever help you up from the ground again." Neomi's eyes took in the sight of the woods approaching before them. "You said hours. We should be on foot through there?"
"Yeah, if we head through there we'll get there in no time. And I was joking" He chuckles.
Clucking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Neomi casts Trevet a look of pure suspicion. The look easily changes to playful as Neomi heads off towards the woods.
"Come on Omi! Let's hurry up!" The brunet cheers as he dashes towards the forest at a breakneck pace.
Her hands begin to pump, and Neomi works to catch up to the jogging male. As they run, Trevet looks his new companion over. They had been so busy since meeting that Tre hadn't hardly gotten a chance to see the female. Now, he could.
Neomi wears a pair of pinstriped skinny jeans that match the black and white stripes on her gloves. Around the middle of her calves rest a pair of well-worn combat boots the color of aged leather. A belt encircles her hips in a strip of worn out leather and hanging from the side of said belt is a pouch where mechanical bobbles pinge around. He hears the way they dance inside their leather sheath. Going further along her physique, Trevet notices that underneath her aviator jacket she sports a leather corset with more mechanical things hanging from strips of leather and golden chains. That corset simply lifts Neomi's ample bust which is encased in a simple, white tank top. The aviator hat decorated in her strange, multi-lensed goggles became the cherry on top of her attire as she treks alongside him. She is nothing but metal and leather from her steel toed boots to her red head.
"Nice figure by the way, I bet my brother would like someone like you" He smiles.
"Appreciate it. They're called squats. It's the best way to tone your butt and thighs. And, I do arm workouts to keep the girls looking good. Ain't nothing wrong with being sexy," she replies, completely confident in her physical form.
"I'm on the top of my game too. I'd hedge a bet that I'm hotter than Laxus" He grins.
Running feet stop in their tracks, and Neomi tilts her head off to the sde. "What are you doing?" Trevet questions when he realizes that the analytical look in her eyes is directed at him.
After coming to a conclusion, Neomi responds, "I dunno. I think Laxus has a better ass."
"What do you find so attractive about my brother anyways?" The very confused brunet asks.
A simple shrug is his answer. Neomi states, "His character development. He's the most human out of all of the Fairy Tail guild in my opinion. He was nothing but a jerk. Then, he realized that his arrogance was his own downfall and began to open up his hardened heart. He… almost reminds me of myself a little bit."
"Hey. When we get to Fairy Tail, I'll try and hook you two up" Tre smiles.
A jaw drops and blood rushes to Neomi's pale face. "Oh, no! No, no, no! I may be a Laxus Dreyar fan girl, but I am not that desperate for a piece of Thunder God. Don't you dare do anything like that! I am not a celebrity junkie." Her fingers suddenly press together, and Neomi adds, "Besides, I ship him with Mirajane."
"What do boats have to do with anything?" Trevet asks.
"Ugh! You kill me. Not that kind of ship. Think more along the lines of delivery. Like shipping something. Those characters are a package deal. Order one, and the other comes in the same ship. They're together," she explains with a roll of her large eyes.
"Oh. So…...like you and my brother, I ship that" He smiles.
Once more, Neomi rolls her eyes. "It wouldn't happen. Laxus Dreyar is outta my league. Besides, when I get sober, this will all just be one big dream, and I won't have to worry about it ever again. Then, I'll have to worry about not failing my classes." Neomi easily leaps over a fallen log before hearing the crunch of something underfoot. Slightly leaning forward, she whispers, "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" He whispers back.
Neomi's red brows furrow, and she turns to where she hears another stick crunch beneath something heavy. With her lips parted Neomi reaches to her revolver. She makes some strange hand signal that Trevet doesn't quite understand. Her hand rises up to make a fist, and she stops in her tracks. Not understanding what she means by that reference, Tre moves towards her. As soon as he does, he realizes that he made a mistake.
"What's going on?!" He asks as he hears a loud crack of thunder.
Neomi twists her body when a bolt lands far too close for comfort. As soon as she leaps out of the way, she's having to scamper right back up. The large, scaled body of a wyvern comes plummeting towards her, and with a hissed squeal Neomi lifts her revolver. Cocking the hammer, she launches a bullet. The impact takes hit, but it does something completely out of place. Instead of ricocheting or penetrating, the bullet blasts open. A rift opens up to suck in the wyvern. Black magic swirls around the body. Shadowy appendages reach out to snatch the creature, but the effect doesn't last. Soon enough, the captured wyvern pulls free to turn its jaws to Neomi.
As the hulking scaly beast lurches towards Neomi, a giant cyan-coloured fist slams itself into the side of the wyvern's skull. Both Omi and the wyvern turn to the source of the fist, both seeing Trevet, whose fists have transformed themselves into giant spiky cyan gemstone fists.
"Hey! Big lizard! Over here!" The brunet yells as he turns his hands back to normal then morphing his fingers into red gems "Garnet Burner!" Tre exclaims as tendrils of fire spiral outwards from his gem-fingers and begin to torch the wyvern.
Using this as her chance, Neomi pulls the string on her wings. They release with a sharp whoosh of sound. As fire rains down on the wyvern, Neomi cries, "I will not be a Lucy Heartfilia and scream like a little bitch!" She rotates the cylinder of her revolver to shoot the wyvern once more. At this close a range Neomi watches in awe as a magical rift opens up. Once more, those shadowy figures stretch towards the wyvern. They wrap demonic arms around it, grabbing it by the horns and jaw. Every bite falters, and soon enough the wyvern is sucked up inside of Neomi's rift. As soon as she lands in a tree, the portal re-opens to spit the wyvern right to Trevet. "Take it out, Tre!" she hollers to her new companion.
Trevet surrounds himself with great car-sized orbs of black mineral before bellowing, "Obsidian Ring Strike!" And looses the great ring of obsidian at the wyvern, smashing it into the ground.
Hopping down with a glide from her canvas wings, Neomi retracts them back into their wooden sheaths. A booted foot comes down on the wyvern, and she whispers, "If I wasn't stoned, I wouldn't have been able to do that."
"You're not stoned" Trev tuts as he gestures for her to follow, stopping dead in his tracks when he hears a small selection of voices; three male, one female.
Perking her own ears up, Neomi leans around the shoulder of her powerful ally. As soon as she sees just what group is making their way towards them, two hands sink into Trevet's sides. "Oh, shit! It's the Raijinshuu. Hide me!"
The ever-jovial Trevet steps out into the path of the Raijinshuu "Hey brother, miss me?" He directs his smirk at Laxus.
Blonde brows raise when Laxus comes out of the cover of the brush. His powerful legs move him towards a clearing that smelt of his lightning, wyvern, and the faint scent of… death? As soon as his eyes catch sight of a familiar face, he questions, "Tre?"
"The one and only" He grins.
Popping from the shrubbery comes the ever present Raijinshuu. Green hair appears first then comes a visor. Lastly, the brunet haired Evergreen makes her presence known with "Is that filthy creature unconscious yet?" Her words go from demanding to less than a whisper of sound when she lays her eyes on a brown headed and amber eyed version of her leader.
"Who's this, your little girlfriend?" The brunet taunts his older brother.
Not missing a beat, Laxus snickers, "I could say the same for you. Never thought you had a thing for redheads, Trevet. You seemed to like the blondes better when we used to see each other."
"Speaking of which...how's that Lucy chick? Pretty hot. She ain't my girlfriend, she literally fell from the sky onto my back. Her name is Neomi and from the way she talks about you, she's a huge fan" The brunet smirks.
At just the mention of falling from the sky, a visor sporting male laughs, "Well, Neomi, did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"
A sly grin crept up the face of the red head. She turned her blue eyes towards the man she knew to be named Bickslow and taunted, "Sure didn't, but I did break a nail crawling up from the depths of hell." She checked her nails for emphasis.
"High five Neomi, that was pretty good" Tre grins widely, chuckling at the red-head's joke. A gloved palm slapped against a calloused hand.
"So Laxus, you headed back to the guild?" Trevet asks as he runs a strong hand through his brown locks.
Grey eyes shift from the unconscious wyvern, and Laxus turns towards his brother. With a shrug he replies, "Yeah. The job was to bag a wyvern that was getting too close to Magnolia. It had been rampaging through towns. No one knows what disturbed it, and no one knows what it's doing down from the mountain."
"That was your job? Shit sorry bro. Me and Omi KO'd that thing when it started attacking us" Tre puts his hands up in mock surrender.
Not bothered in the least, Laxus looked towards Freed. The Rune Mage was already setting runes up to keep the wyvern from running up when it came back from Black Out World. To Trevet he replied, "Not a problem. It actually makes things easier for us. Our client will be meeting us at a diner in Magnolia as soon as we get back. You don't think your girlfriend could shoot out another one of those portals to hold the big lizard in while we head that way. Do you?"
"She ain't my girlfriend but sure. Neomi, put the overgrown gecko into one of your portal thingies, please?" The brunet clasps his hands together in a pleading manner.
Somewhat of a cruel smirk crosses the freckled face of the woman, and she casts Trevet a look like the man's crazy. "Listen, boy-o. I know you want to impress your big brother with your usefulness, but I really doubt that I have the ability to hold the big guy. I only found out that I could use magic today. The last thing I want is for this whole thing to backfire, and Freed's runes get stripped from being inside of a portal that I have nooooo clue how to work."
"B-brother!" Freed stammers. "Laxus, you have a brother, and you never told me! How did I not know about this?"
"Quick, engage your Gaydar" Tre whispers to Neomi.
A touch of laughter pulls from tightly pressed lips. Trying to hold in laughter, she hisses, "Gaydar doesn't work like that! It just tells me who is homosexual and who isn't." After forcibly calming herself, Neomi flips her long mane out of her face. "Alright, I can see what my Rift Magic can do on this guy, but it's just 'cause I owe ya. You got it?"
"Thanks Omi! Remember….I can get you that date with Laxus" He smiles at his female companion.
Big eyes roll. Withdrawing her revolver one more, Neomi trains it on the wyvern. "You'd better shut your filthy mouth unless you want this gun pointed at you," she taunts. After a slow intake of breath, Neomi whispers, "Here goes nothing."
Lining up her sights, Neomi directs the barrel of the gun on the wyvern. Cage, cage, cage. Hold it in a cage, she chants inside of her mind. Slightly sharp, ivory teeth press down onto her bottom lip, and when Neomi feels something shifting inside of herself, she clings to it. The hands of her soul grip her tight as she focuses. A pink tongue comes to sweep across her lips, and when she feels like she's got everything right where it needs to be, Neomi snaps, "Rift Mage's Prison Cell!"
The bullet thrusts forward after the squeezing of a slender finger against a cold, metal trigger. Teeth sink down hard into Neomi's lip as she prays that this will work, and seconds before the bullet hits the wyvern, it explodes. Much like before, a massive portal opens up. Shadowy arms stretch out to grab onto the wyvern. Claw-like lengths drag it into the darkness, sucking it up like a vampire starved for blood. As six pairs of eyes widen from magic never seen before, the tail of the beast slithers right where Neomi wanted it to be.
"Huh… That was… easier than… expected…"
"Is it bad that my first thought was 'pregnancy cravings are weird'?" The brunet says casually, referencing the way the portal devoured the unconscious creature. "Am I weird for thinking that?" Tre asks with a very obvious deadpan.
Laxus shrugs out of the corner of Trevet's eyes. He replies, "Na. I was thinking more along the lines of Evergreen going on a sugar binge when the month gets late. What kind of magic is that exactly?"
"It's Rift Magic! Or….at least…..that's what I called it" The redhead chirps as she makes wide hand gestures in arcing motions.
Bursting into the conversation, Evergreen howls, "That's not anywhere close to funny, Laxus! You take that back, and you take it back right now!"
Bickslow snickers, "Aw, but Eva, you know he's telling the truth. Don't get mad when someone's honest."
"Honest!" she shrieks. "Hilarious coming from you. Really! What's honest about Laxus not telling us he had a little brother? Explain me that much."
"Getting really bad vibes from specky over there. I'mma just back away…." Trevet says as he slowly backs away from Ever and towards Laxus.
Neomi's hand came to her mouth to hide her grin, and she bowed just a bit to greet the people who's job she'd taken. "How about we start from the top? Eh, Tre? My name's Neomi. It's nice to meet all of you."
"Nice to meet you all, the name's Trevet Umbridge-Dreyar" The brunet smiles brightly "And Laxus, she wants the D"
Abruptly, Trevet's body is thrown into a tree trunk by the ejection of Neomi's metal wings. "Oh, dear me. Premature ejaculation of my wings. Oh, but you must be accustomed to something like that. Huh, Tre?"
"I fucking hate those wings! And no, but you'd be all too familiar with shoving men away wouldn't you?" Tre smirks.
Not offended in the least, Neomi tosses long locks over her shoulder. Making an adorable pose with her extended wings, she chimes, "Oh, you're just jealous that you aren't half as cute as me in these wings. As for the men it's not as if it matters because the only reason I'm here right now is because my roommate has me stoned out of my ever lovin' mind."
"Stoned?" Laxus wonders, cocking his head to the side.
Trevet walks over, wrapping his arms around Omi's waist and patting her head "You're cute Neomi, no doubt about that" He smiles "Cute indeed" After releasing the snickering Neomi, he adds, "Yeah, Neomi came to Fiore through a portal. She thinks that she's having one big hallucination where she came here from the sky. I keep trying to tell her that's not what's going on, but she thinks that she's high." He shrugs in defeat.
Tilting his head, Freed approaches. He comes closer towards Neomi at the same time that Bickslow states, "Girl, I've seen stoned, and you're eyes aren't even slightly red. You're completely sober. I would know."
A slender hand reaches up to silence his comrade, and Freed explains, "I've read about this. It only happens once a few years, but there are certain mages that were born in the wrong universe. They can activate different portals to send themselves home." He looks to a confused Neomi then adds, "I'm Freed by the way."
"As Hiro Mashima as that sounds, I'm not buying it, and as for the state of my eyes, I wouldn't think that I would imagine myself to have red eyes when I was hallucinating. So, are we going to skip introductions because we really seem to keep getting sidetracked. I mean, it's not like I don't already know all of your names, but even so. I was trying not to seem creepy."
"You know our names?" Laxus wonders.
"Of course! Visor boy over there is Bickslow. The woman standing beside you is Evergreen. I write fan fiction for the Fairy Tail manga. I have to know these things."
"This manga thing is like comic books but from somewhere called Japan" Tre adds.
Freed nods his green head. "Of course. I need to do more research, but I think that I know what's going on here. If we were to meet with Levy, we might be able to get you back to your home plane."
Neomi rolled her eyes. "Thing is, Freed, even if you're right, the last place that I want to go back to is that trash heap that I used to live in. So, how about we all just get right back on the Hallucination Train and chug-a-lug on over to Magnolia so I can enjoy this before I sober up."
"Yeah. And I'd like to see Gramps for the first time in freaking forever" The brunet says as he begins to march in the direction of Magnolia….
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