It was as if control of her life was being slowly drained away from her. The thought that there were even further secrets that her father had hidden from her was causing extreme hatred and anger to build quickly within the young woman's body. Walking through the streets of Magnolia Xavia felt her mind slowly losing the bit of sanity she'd had left within it. After the knowledge had been given to her that she was related to the master of the guild who had taken her in when she'd been attacked by those who followed her father even after things had fallen she was made to wonder again just how cruel her father was. Looking up at the slowly darkening sky Xavia sighed feeling the start of tears threatening to fall, but yet as quickly as they began they stopped as she looked back at the street ahead of her and noticed someone at the door to her new home.
"What do you want Laxus?" her voice was low slowly starting to fill with malice for the man she'd come to learn was her brother. What could the man who had tried to look her up and down like she was a piece of meat want from her?
"Well you did decide to just run out of the guild hall like a little freak earlier on gramps ya know?" He said his voice filled with its own hatred. This news obviously was no more good for him then it was for her after all with him being the oldest, yet never mentioned it wasn't surprising that their old man had abandoned him. Why he had done it though and chosen to raise her when it was obvious she herself was a failure however was a much more interesting situation.
"Why does that matter to you? You'd think with the hatred you show the old man you couldn't give a rats ass less if i stuck around or not... especially when he kept me and threw you away..." This caused a dark smile to place itself upon her face, only it didn't last as Laxus slammed his fist across her face sending her flying half way into the street. Looking up from her position on the ground Xavia's eyes lit up with an anger that could rival Laxus' on a bad day, "What did I strike a nerve...?" A darkened laugh unlike her childish one quickly erupted from her mouth as she shook her head. Slowly you could feel the electricity start to flow through the area as Laxus' anger slowly started to rise, but after a moment it dropped as if it was frozen or stopped in its own tracks.
"Now now we don't need you going and taking out the town do we, what would gramps or the guild think of you then..." her eye's were wide as her fingers played mid air by her side like she was fingering a piano, "you see my dear I practice puppeteering magic. When someone attacks me in battle my magic pulls at a small piece of the persons soul just enough to where i can slip it into my magic strings which then I can slip into an object like a little voodoo doll and control said person..." she then revealed the little doll that was sitting handsomly in her baggy jeans, "So be a good little boy and stop!" her voice radiated command and Laxus completely froze.
A small giggle then escaped from the girls lips as she wandered up to her big brother and whispered slowly, "Now... be a good little boy and wander on home to gramps... and leave me alone!" she then threw out her hand which in a sense threw the doll connected to her magic strings sending Laxus flying into the wall of the building across the road, "goodbye... Brother... release..." with that the doll quickly returned to Xavia's hand allowing Laxus to once more gain control of his body.
Incense flowed smoothly around the apartment that Xavia had rented within Magnolia. She needed the soothing feeling of it to slowly relax her body which after the recent events had tensed her body up as if it was a wind up toy. As her fingers slid slowly across the counter in her kitchen Xavia felt her brain running a million miles a second as it tried to take in the mass amount of information that had been thrown at her within a short time span. Her outburst hadn't been a necessary thing, however after all that had happened it wasn't unheard of for someone to come a little unhinged, after all look at the family she had hailed from. Her mother had been a dark puppeteer wizard her father... well she really didn't even wanna go there. Then she had a grandfather who could crush towns if he wished and a half brother who was as tempermental as the lightning magic he seemed to portray.
Feeling her body tense up as her muscles spasmed from the after affects of connecting with her brother's soul Xavia cursed, "Mental note be ultra careful when holding onto pieces of a lightning wielding magic holders, after affects can be quite painful." When she released the piece of the soul she controlled with each magic user there were after affects, however elemental users were a little more extreme, thus why Xavia hated making battles last to long with them, for afterward she would already be tired and then when the after affects would hit she'd be even further incapacitated. Finally finding her grips with her body Xavia decided it was more than time for a bath and hobbled her way into the bathroom sitting on the edge of the tub to draw herself one, "Extra mental note... don't ever control out of anger..."
"Damn what you do to yourself Laxus..." The thunder legion sat in a small back area of the guild away from everyone when they noticed their leader come sauntering in part of his face black and blue. Silently Laxus moved his way through the guild which surprised many as he made his way towards Makarov's office. The old man needed to hear about his little grand daughter and what she could be capable of. He'd seen many wizards with magic much like Xavia's however how she stole a piece of your soul to be able to use you from within her puppet was a little different then most puppeteering wizards, in fact it even had a little bit of his buddy Bickslow's techniques, which is why he slowly gave an almost dark look towards him as he passed near the group.
"What the hell was that for?" Bickslow asked quietly under his breath as he watched through his mask earning him a curious look from the other two, also quite curious as to why Laxus would pinpoint one of their own with his anger like he seemed to be. It didn't take long for the group though to realize that part of the issue more than likely had something to do with the girl who had landed on their doorstep due to Natsu and his gang. What was with her and more importantly how had she been able to send Laxus back here with bumps and bruises? Also what kind of condition had he left her? These were all good question, however the answers, unfortunately were not so simple.
It was like he was trying to destroy something with how Laxus burst through the door behind which Makarov was, which also caused the man behind it to almost jump right out of his skin. There was a mix of anger and embarrassment apparent on Laxus' face as he stood in the doorway trying to collect himself and the thoughts that were brewing through his mind. How was he going to explain this without making the old man think their was a complete menace on the loose? After all she was a walking talking female embodiment it seemed of their father, the violent half of course.
"You went after her didn't you?" These were the only semi calm words that would emit from Makarov's mouth as he looked his grandson up and down the beating he'd taken becoming obvious, "She sure does have the Dreyar attitude doesn't she? You should have realized the information would hit her hard Laxus, after all its quite the shock to all of us. Going after her like that was reckless. I'm gonna guess it was thankfully a simple dispute with what little damage you walked away with..."
Gripping his fists tightly causing his skin to go an almost pale white Laxus tried to control the rage boiling within him, "I couldn't even control my own body... it was like no matter how angry I was once she took control nothing would happen like my internal system just stopped its flow... she has some type of puppeteering control of her opponents soul, it's obviously dangerous. It's like it mixes soul control and puppeteering all into one, something I'll admit even in my travels I never saw." He then looked straight into his grandfather's eyes and almost vengeful determination brewing behind them.
"We will keep an eye on her for now, the information again is new, its painful and the anger and hatred you both feel is obvious. Let us see where things go within the next several days and let us hope that nothing dark comes from this discovery." Makarov truly hoped this would be so, after all she was his only grand daughter. Unfortunately she was also raised by a father who's temperment and darkened ideas were deep set and rooted. Were they roots that Xavia herself had fallen into and grown, or would the hopeful light that her grandfather held be there deep within the nightmares of her memory?
