Duckie looked around the silent building, surveying the damage. The building was old, although not by other buildings standards. Duckie was not the only one who was suprised it had lasted this long. Fairy Tail guild had a history of falling apart, caused mostly by the powerful magic of its mages. It was odd having the building this quiet, didn't seem quite natural. The empty feeling had settled in, it clung to the walls and hid in the corners. The whole building was infested with nothingness.
A single sigh escaped Duckie's lips, so much work if the guild would be ready come midnight. The small, clear bauble in the girl's hands quavered a little as she poured a little of her magical power into it, waking the well of magical power already stored in the lacrima. Greys and violets swirled on the surface, eager to escape, as it started to give off heat. With one swift movement she threw the now glowing sphere onto the muddy ground and it exploded in a magical display of swirling mists and smoke. The essence of Time Arc magic, a forbidden magic.
Duckie giggled, so what if it was illegal, she would do it all day if she could, just so she could feel this exilerating feeling of growing younger. All around her the room pieced itself back together. Her flaming hair whipped around her face as a chair flew past her face. A slight hiss and the faint scent of smoke on the air told her that her hair must have singed the wood as it flew past, yet she couldn't care less.
Time arc magic was illegal for many reasons, one being that the user can remain immortal by never growing old, because it turns back the age. To use it in a concentrated lacrima form might send the user back 5 years, easily. For this reason Duckie had been using an aging potion, and only minutes ago had appeared 18 for her 14 years. Now the time arc had worked upon the guild and Duckie herself, she looked about 12. Which was fine, she really couldn't care less.
As the smoke died down a croaking voice called from behind her, somewhat mockingly sarcastic. "Couldn't have gone a little further back to before all the chocolate stores had been eaten?"
Duckie facepalmed as the small green frog jumped on to her shoulder, the little yellow bow she wore loose. "I don't want to look 5 darling. 12 is young enough for me."
To this, the frog shrugged, which was the most curious of sights, hopped down from Duckie's shoulder and transformed into her human self. She stood, brushing herself off and trying to contain her long, thick, dark locks of hair with the yellow ribbon. Duckie rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just cut it, Jess?!"Jess shook her head, hair flying everywhere.
"The bet said not until I graduate school." At that, Duckie rolled her eyes again. With her hair almost down to her knees, it was getting rediculous, especially seming it was as thick as it was, she thought out loud.
A loud howl pieced the second-long silence and now it was Jess's turn to roll her eyes as the wild trio walked in. Matty and Emiko making googly eyes at eachother and Kina in heel, nomming on a cookie and 'keeping an eye on them'. They had perhaps 4 strides before the second trio walzed in, lead by a very blue-faced Rosstic, and followed by Heba and Angel, both deep in conversation discussing words to discribe the texture of ramen.
Duckie brought forth the magic cookie jar, and the company of 4 bunkered down to await the arrival of the rest of the guild.
