SOMEWHAT IMPORTANT CHARCTER DEATH FROM CANON* I don't own Fairytail, only my OC guild, and the storyline for this particular fic!
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I'm doing my five main character OCs intros, as well as the guild master, in this chapter. AHHHH IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED TO START THISSSSS!!!
Each character has a nickname, like Salamander or Titania sooooo yeah may be cringe but anyways
Laughter echoed through the hall, the atmosphere full and bright despite the dismal amount of people within these walls at this ungodly hour. On the left of the vast area, there was a bar, stacked with variations of sake, beer and vodka, among many other beverages. Behind the counter, stood a slim, petite ravenette. His eyes were closed, eyelashes ghosting his cheeks as he laughed with the person on the barstool. It was a hearty sound, thick and rumbling. He wore a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up as he leaned on the counter. On his back layer a bow, and on the tabletop was his his arrows, black winding with red thorns.
That, that is Handle Wrain. The resident Magic-Thief mage. S-class, he makes a living off doing occasional, high paying jobs and clubbing. On jobs though, he is referred to as Taker.
On the other side of the bar, laughing with him on his stool, was, colbalt-haired large man. His broad shoulders were shown by his skimpy vest top, and his tattoos covered his skin, some coloured and some simply swirls. His vest fell open at the front as well, showing more winding tattoos on his shirtless frame. On his hands, he had pointed brass knuckles. His huge frame shook with mirth, his loud laughter booming through the hall, along with Handle's, along with the girls sitting at the table closest to them.
This is Tox Aldis, a second generation Earth Dragon Slayer, S-Class mage. He joined the guild last of his team, merely a year ago after their banding. Known as Hammer, as he refuses to use his magic if he can simply pummel them.
At the table with the ladies on it, two young girls sat opposite each other, cackling as one clutched her stomach and the other repeatedly abused their table with her fist.
The woman holding her stomach had soft lilac hair, folded into a loose braid down her back. Her near-white eyes were glowing with light, and her slim frame trembled at the force of her laughter. She wore a Greek style dress, with the back open. On her back, shoulders specifically, there was black wings, tattooed deeply into her skin with gold here and there. On her hip, she wore sai (three pronged daggers), with white leather handles.
She is Altan Krest. S-Class mage, she is the first Crystal Angel Slayer. A very sweet girl usually, she takes on a whole new personality at the faintest whiff of Angels. Her title is Lilith.
Across from her sat a busty pinkette, her rouge hair styled into a messy mohawk, shaved sides with an extremely messy top. Adorning her pale face, was both extravagant eyeliner/eyeshadow and multiple piercing. Along her jawline was a thick scar, disappearing into the neck of her black leather outfit. Spikes came out of her black jacket, and her pants had too many rips in them to be suitable for winter. Surrounding her was dozens of empty beer jugs, yet her thickly ringed hands grasped another and she took a swig.
She is Artemis Hanefield, yet another S-class mage. She is a variation summoner mage, using glass-like keys to summon upon Greek monsters. On the field, she is best known as Chimera, after one of the only keys she doesn't posses.
The final person in the hall was silent, although his eyes shone as he waltzed over to Tox and slung a arm around him. This man has baby blue hair, and an overall handsome figure in his tight fitting shirt and long pants. On his face, he has a single mark, a heart below his left eye, much like a beauty mark. As he sits down with the men, he signs to Handle for a butterscotch.
This is the final member of the rag-tag team. He is Kane Welker, the S-class Crowd Control mage. Also known as Riot.
The five of them had finished a a job early; hence arriving at their guildhall at near 2 in the morning. Luckily, their team had arrived the day that the guild master had stayed behind doing paperwork, so she left the keys to them and went home.
So, as dedicated mages do, the decided to get hammered and wake up near everyone around them with their ruckus.
However, their fun was interrupted by the lacrima behind the bar lighting up, signalling an incoming call.
"Who in hell would be calling us at two in the morning?!" Tox's deep voice rang out, as both the women and Kane flinched at the sudden sound.
"First off, Tox," the smooth voice of Handle started, as he picked up the lacrima, "they're calling the guild, not us specifically. Also, it's near 5 in the morning, you lug."
At this, both Artemis and Tox paled, souls evicting them as they slipped forward onto their respective tables.
"We've been drinking... for two hours..." Artemis croaked out, as she pushed her last beer away from her. Altan simply giggled, setting aside her wine as well, then playfully patting Artemis' head.
Tox, instead of the soft treatment, got a hard slap on his back, although it barely moved him, and Kane just rolled his eyes as he clipped the back of his head.
Come now, Tox, Artemis, you've both drank for longer than this, and you know it.
The cool voice rang through everyone's minds, making Altan and Handle grin slightly while on the lacrima, while Tox and Artemis groaned out at the same time.
"Outta my head, Kane."
Kane just chuckled quietly. It went quiet as four of the five stared at Handle, intent on figuring out why he had started smiling like a maniac.
Listening closely, Kane and Tox heard the words 'slayers' and 'team', while Artemis and Altan heard only 'games' and 'team'. Finally, the call finished, and Handle immediately turned to his team, giant grin on his face.
"Handle, you look scary. What was that about?" Altan asked, rolling her eyes as his grin grew brighter.
Not deterred by her semi-insult, Handle took a deep breath.
"Right. As you know, the Grand Magic Games are in a few months, and I was just informed of some very interesting information!"
"No cares about your fancy language get to the point!" Tox chimed in, earning yet another slap on the head.
"Well, this year, it's a battle of the Slayers! Angel, Devil, Dragon, God, all of them! There needs to be at least one on the team, but no more than two since you can get split into another team, and the rest of team is up to us!" He grew more and more excited with every word.
Visibly, the team was getting hyped as well, as they were the only slayer oriented team in the guild, and no one knew about them since they only learnt their magic properly a while back.
However, Kane chimed in to be the voice of reason.
So how many teams are Fairytail and Sabretooth going to have. Fairytail has three of the five first generation Dragon Slayers, and second gen one, as well as a Devil Slayer. Not to mention that all of those slayers are, undoubtedly, the strongest. Alongside that, Sabretooth possesses a God Slayer, and the remaining two first gen Dragon Slayers. We probably don't stand a chance, they don't even know us.
Despite the harsh yet true words, the grins never fell if the groups faces. Atlan stood.
"Well, Kane, we have the element of surprise. And, as we know, if there's a chance?"
The other four smirked, raising their hands into the air, middle finger and ring finger crossed as the pointer and pinky pointed outwards, with the thumb.
"There's a way!"
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Love you guys,
-Raven