I don't own Fairy Tale. OC's
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The building shook with the sounds of a brawl. The clatter of breaking wood flying everywhere and the ringing of breaking glass could be heard for a block by the folk of Magnolia. They excepted it as part of everyday existence. They knew the members of the guild known as Fairy Tale were rambunctious to say the very least. To Ganru it was disgusting. To know not just one but two of the dragon brats were kept safe there by wizards made his bile rise.
His thin features were weather beaten and a large burn scar ringed his right brow. His age was hard to determine and if you asked him he would have a hard time remembering. He seemed old if you looked into his eyes. They were a faded brown almost yellow as if the color had worn away before the sands of ages. His tanned hide seemed desiccated almost, yet the muscles beneath that dry hide were hard as stone even if whipcord thin. His mouth curled into a sneer as he walked to the door of the huge building, "A souvenir shop? This has to be a joke." He thought disbelievingly.
As the door opened a table crashed against it but he pushed it aside anyways seemingly with no effort. A strange tableau greeted him it seemed a huge brawl had broken out inside broken tables lay everywhere and to Ganru at least the scent of burnt wood hung heavy in the air. This was because of the young pink haired kid deep in the thick of the brawl. Ganru watched this while calmly walking to the bar ignoring the crushed space in the bar and leaned next to a girl drinking beer from a barrel. The waitress perked up seeing someone who wasn't a regular.
"Are you here to join or to post a job sir?" Asked the white haired waitress, the quaver of disdain in her voice noticeable only to someone with truly superior hearing.
"An old man like me?" he asked guessing at the prejudice since he didn't see more the a few people here out of their twenties. "No, no I'm wanting to post a job but I have a few specific requests for the sort to answer the add if that's acceptable?"
The young waitress nodded taking out a notepad, "Sure we can within reason... Everyone has the right to pass on the job though if it's weird," she practically beamed the word perverted as she said weird.
A chuckle passed through Ganru, sure the girl's in the guild were pretty but they weren't his subjects of interest. "Nothing like that miss," he said with a reassuring smile. "I'm looking for the help of dragon-slayers," he said with a slight pause to take note of not just her reaction but those of the girl next to him but those of the black spiky haired and pierced punk who shouldn't have been able to hear him from the opposite end of the bar. "Ah. There's another that explains the scent of iron. I thought he belonged to another guild," he thought.
"Any reason you need a dragon-slayer's talents?" The waitress asked dutifully scribbling details down.
"Of course," he sad raising his voice a bit more since he wanted the pink haired one to hear as well. "I have a dragon to kill."
