"Arrival"
Finally, I thought, Jeez that took forever, I didn't know it was so far away. Wishing I HAD taken the train, I stepped up to the building currently in front of me. My iPhone was blaring dubstep, earning a few scornful looks from mothers walking past me. I simply smiled and continued my inspection of the building. It looked more like a bug inn then a guild, but it had the home feel, others lacked. I had passed a few on my way to Mongoilia, but my gaol was this, Fairy Tail. Growing up, I had heard many exiting tales about this place. People equally admired and looked down on it. It was a wonderful guild, but the members were destructive at best. Sighing, I felt exitement writhe and cool in my gut.
'Here we go! Don't blow this!' -Assassin said.
'You'll do great! You won't blow it' - Healer quickly soothed.
Shush, all of you, I interrupted. They had begun to clamor indistinguishably. The tones blending until it was just a massive cloud of words. Breathing deeply, I exhaled and stepped up, opening the door. Chaos and confusion greeted my ears and eyes, making me flinch. I dropped into a crouch just barely avoiding a large blur.
"Watch it! I'm walkin' here!" I yelled, turning to the body on the street. It appeared to be a boy a bit older then me with- wait what?- PINK hair? He groaned and I looked back at the now quiet room.
'Nice. Way to be noticeable.' - Warrior commented. Every one snickered and I blushed.
"Oh, hello! You must be new! Sorry about Natsu, come in!" A female with white hair said, walking up to me. With a start I recognized her as Mirajane, the model for 'Scorer Weekly'! Wow! This is so cool! She took my unoccupied hand and led me to the bar, and told me to sit. I set my duffle bag on the stool next to me and paused my music. Taking out the plugs, I accepted the drink from Mirajane.
"Wait, what is this?" I looked at the glass and thought it MIGHT be coke but wanted to be sure.
"Coke!" She replied with a smile.
"Oh ok, I thought so." I smiled and took a sip.
"So what brings a young girl like you here?" She started to wipe a glass down, so I settled more comfortably on the stool.
"Well, I grew up hearing great and wonderful tales of Fairy Tail wizards. The were the best of the best, able to defeat any foe! They were hard working and full of fire! I wanted to be a part of it when I was little, and my grandmother told me I could, if I still wanted to when I was old enough to go out on my own, so I worked hard, studying hard at school, and practicing my magic every day until, one day, my mom decided I was able to go, and so I packed and left. My grandmother died the previous year, so I didn't really have a problem leaving, and here I am!" I smiled and drank my coke, slightly winded.
"Well that is quiet the tale! But your young! Why would your mother think you were old enough! Surly you can't be more than 16." I laughed and nodded.
"Ya, but I've always been strong and smart for my age. I'm a fighter, and mom thought I would do well to accomplish my dream of joining."
She smiled and put the glass down, picking up another.
"Of course. I was wondering."
I looked up from my half empty glass, "Yes?"
"Would you mind showing me your magic?" I shook my head and got up. Looking around I decided I had enough room, and faced Mirajane.
"Scitsophrenia Switch: Warrior!" I yelled as felt the magic well in my chest and felt Warrior pulled up and settle on top of my skin. Then she sunk in and my thoughts changed.
"Finally! About time!" My voice dipped an rose in different times, changing into an Irish accent. My leather breast plate took the place of my black tank-top, showing off my scarred stomach from the bottom of my rib cage to the top of my hips. Leather leggings replaced pale blue skinny jeans. A belt was slug crookedly across her hips, and a Celtic sword dangled in its plain black sheath. The only unchanged clothing item was my black combat boots. Warrior had always loved them. She swung her thick red braid over her shoulder to admire its lush, shining length. Mirajane gasped and dropped her glass, shattering it, and silencing the guild once again. Looking up, Warrior realized very one staring at her.
"Hey! How did this chick get here?Can she fight! I wanna fight her!" She turned and placed her hands on her hips. Looking at the pink-headed boy from before stand before her, she scoffed.
"Child, you ca'not take ME. Och, don' be daft." She smirked as he yelled in indignation at being mocked.
'Oh, don't start a fight! We won't be able to join!' - I called.
'Hush, darlin. I know what I'm doin'. You worry for naught.' - Warrior said calmingly.
"Hmm, why don't we take this out side?" A wizened voice called out. She turned to see a small old man sitting on the rail upstairs.
"Gramps! You judge the winner!" The boy yelled and dashed out a door. Aiden recognized him as Master Markov, the guild leader. Warrior nodded to him and followed the pink haired boy. Realizing he had gone out the back door. She took her battle stance across from him, and waited for the master to take his judging position.