Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, the honor belongs solely to Mr. Hiro Mashima-sama.

*Me eating sour sop.*

Bixlow: …. I can't believe you're eating that. Are you by any chance masochistic?

Me: It has some pretty good vitamins in it. And no I don't have a taste for suffering.

Mina! Picture this:

Bixlow wearing a businessman's stereotypical outfit. The sleeves of his white shirt have been rolled up to his forearms, showing off his somewhat muscular arm. The first two buttons opened to show off his tan neck. His necktie has been loosened in an effort to become comfortable. His hair has the appearance that it had been carefully combed in the beginning of the day but has now have the look of having been combed with his hand a time or two. A lock or two is hanging on his forehead. He is standing by the window; his tall stature has caused a long shadow to appear on the wall behind him. His looking down the crowded street bored at the routine of a full day of work. His whole face is relaxed for once and you can see that he is good-looking in the way a mature working man is. A man that has lived his life fulfilling the goals he has set upon himself.

Bixlow: . . . . . Please stop eating that fruit.

Me: Never! Now on with the show!

Chapter Eight

Train ride to Dark Cove

In the train station of Magnolia, a group of Fairy Tail mages were happily waving away the other guild members toward the destination of the event. These were the lucky few who had drawn from the box, blank papers. As the train disappears from view the mage known for his entrepreneurial skill declares to the ones left behind, "Alright everybody let's go and get the guild ready for the live showing of the event! We got to get it ready before midnight."

It seems the man along with a certain reporter of the Weekly Sorcerer both realized the popularity the event may gather upon the ordinary people of Magnolia. After receiving permission from the guild master they had decided to produce a large screen inside the guild parameters. The screen would then show to all the paying customers a live feedback of the actual event. It seems number of people in Magnolia is looking forward on finding out if Fairy Tail could stand up to the supernatural forces inhabiting the world.

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..Inside the train..

The ordinary individuals were all surprised to see such a number of mages from the reputable guild Fairy Tail all riding along. They had of course heard what a rowdy bunch of people these mages were. Unbeknownst to them the members were all intoxicated in one way or another causing the train to have the silence of a well-guarded library.

Cana together with Macao and the others had managed to deplete the barrels of beer in the guild. They were all suffering from hang overs. Others had fainted dead way when the train had whistled while others were sleeping off the stupidity of their actions.

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How it looks:

COMPARTMENT ONE ====== COMPARTMENT TWO

COMPARTMENT THREE ===== COMPARTMENT FOUR

COMPARTMENT FIVE ====== COMPARTMENT SIX

COMPARTMENT SEVEN ===== COMPARTMENT EIGHT

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COMPARTMENT 1 ~ Bisca, Alzack, Levy, Gajeel and Pantherlily

Levy had just given to Alzack and Bisca the last of the magical bracelets. Alzack having been given the run-down of the story the other day by Bisca was happily admiring the device.

"Right. I've place in three special features to the bracelets. One, when someone finds out anything regarding the diary you'll simply will the disk of the bracelet to take on a blue glow this will of course be copied by the other bracelets. Give it a try Alzack." Levy told the interested teen.

"Okay!" The boy stared at his bracelet, it then took on a blue glow. "AH! Won't the others think that we just learned something about the bracelet?"

"No worries, Alzack-kun. Levy already told the others that while we are on the train we can spend our time familiarizing with the bracelet." The green-haired gunslinger explained to her seatmate.

"That's great." Smiling at each other they then averted their gazes after realizing they were not alone in the compartment. Just then they heard an audible thumped from the next compartment. Surprised, everyone kept quiet as they listened to the occupants talking.

They heard a girl moan in pain. Eyes wide the girls willed their ears to hear better, worried over the unknown girl. Just then they hear a man give a grunt of effort.

A familiar voice male voice says, "Lisanna stop moving. Babe, why won't you believe me when I say I know what I'm doing?"

Mouths hanging open they all squeezed together with their ears to the wall.

Lisanna: I don't know Bixlow maybe for the obvious fact that 'that' actually hurts!

Bixlow (laughs and purrs): Man your sensitive.

Lisanna: Anyone would be annoyed if they just got their foot crushed by a box filled with video crystals.

Bixlow: Alright. Alright. I'm sorry. *a huge grunt of effort* There! So how's your foot?

Five childish voices: Are you okay?

Faces blazing red in embarrassment they all sat back down in their seats unable to look at the other occupants.

COMPARTMENT 3 ~ BIXLOW, LISSANNA, DOLLS AND BOXES

COMPARTMENT 5 ~ Elfman, Mirajane, Evergreen and Master Makarov

At that moment a certain known barmaid was smiling too widely at her companions. Gulping, Master Makarov asked Evergreen, "So what's the other special feature of that bracelet."

Adjusting her glasses, she lectures "They act as a compass to the other holders of the bracelet. Whenever a bracelet is near they will automatically point out the others like this."

The face of the bracelet had a golden arrow pointing to Elfman who was indeed wearing one and to the compartment 7 where Wendy, Charle, Freed and Happy were currently occupying.

Just then they heard a moan of delight.

Bixlow: You like that huh?

Lisanna: Shut up and don't stop.

Bixlow (chuckles and murmurs): hmmm. Do you like this?

A clear gasp can be heard.

Bixlow: How about this? Too bad the babies aren't here to help me out.

Another moan of delight.

By now Mirajane was reaching for the door as Master Makarov bleeds through his nose in a corner. Suddenly they heard a compartment door being slammed opened and a shout.

Bixlow: Hey babies careful with opening the doors there are some guild members who are sleeping.

Five childish voices: SORRY! We brought the pail of warm water for Lisanna's foot.

Lisanna: Thanks a lot, you guys.

Bixlow: Nice work babies. You guys make sure she doesn't get prune feet while I massage her hands this time around.

Lisanna: Thanks Bixlow.

Bixlow: No prob. I figured your hands were tired from knitting the babies individual hats.

Dolls: Thanks, Lisanna!

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COMPARTMENT 2 ~ Macao, Cana, Gildarts and the orange haired guy always fighting with Macao

Macao and his partner putting the finishing touches of their costumes while snickering. Gildarts looks on, dreading the fact he doesn't have any idea on how to scare the others.

"Huh. That's strange."

"Hmmm? What's wrong?" Gildarts asked to his daughter.

Cana who was sitting beside him started shuffling her cards again. She was wearing a tight red fitting jacket that although hid her chest managed to emphasize it. She was also wearing a white low rise jeans and strappy sandals. Taking out three cards, she flips them only to sigh.

"It's always the same. Misunderstanding that leads to an accident. And the judge looking on from her stand, waiting."

Gildarts takes a quick peek on the cards, hoping to garner inspiration from the depictions.

"Strangely, I feel as if the misunderstanding and accident parts are already happening but the judge is something else."

COMPARTMENT 4 ~ Team Natsu excluding Happy

In the compartment was Erza Scarlett taking the time to explain to Gray and an unconscious Natsu the special features of the bracelet.

"Lastly, if four or more people with the bracelet come together the communication features become available. With the combined magic of four people we can talk to each group."

"Eh, that's pretty good though I doubt if flame-breath there heard you." Gray says pointing at a sick Natsu.

The pink-haired teen's head was resting on the stellar mage's shoulder. The blonde was flipping the pages of the diary, inspecting it. Just then, the dragon slayer snuggled the blonde's neck. The stellar mage stiffened and punched the dragon slayer with a force that rattled the whole compartment.

Erza and Gray looked away from the carnage. Each worrying on the state of the dragon slayer when they'll arrive at the destination.

COMPARTMENT 5 ~ Droy, Jet, Juvia and the purple haired wood mage

The bespectacled wood mage adjusted her glasses and surveyed the other occupants. Shaking her head at the sad fact she was stuck with two heartbroken fools and a love-struck homicidal stalker. Grinning at the fact she could use them to see if her prop was scary enough to scare the others.

She pulled a huge cello case. The three looked on in apparent disinterest. All of a sudden their eyes widen in shock and fear. Juvia jumped towards Jet and Droy. Together the three huddled on the opposite side of the girl and her prop.

The wood mage flicked her hand. Mouths opened wide in a silent scream the three fainted on the spot.

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3:00pm, Train Station closest to Dark Cove

"Ojou-sama, where you waiting long?" A lavender haired woman wearing a gray trench coat asked the beautiful lady sitting on a bench.

The two were a sight to behold for men of all ages. The woman standing in front of the lady had short curling hair. She had deep seated gray eyes that the older gentleman felt drawn to. On the other hand, the seated lady had a long straight hair that reached the middle of her back and dark brown eyes. Her eyes were dark enough to appear almost black. She had the look of a well-tended lady of nobility. The beauty mark by her lips made the eyes of every man take notice to the woman's perfectly shaped lips.

The lady stood up and stretched. She had on a black knee high boots and an indigo buttoned jacket over her white bubble-hem dress. The other women looked on enviously at the obviously branded outfit.

"Nope, I wasn't. Ne, Mari guess what?"

Walking sedately beside her mistress she looked on and asked, "What is it, ojou-sama?"

"I heard that in the eighth compartment, ashes were found all over the floor."

"Ashes? Perhaps from cigarettes or a paper burning?" the maid asked.

Shaking her head, the woman continued on "The ashes were a hundred years old."

"How did they found out the ashes were a hundred years old?"

Twirling a pink lock of hair, "I heard a known thief was transporting a hundred year old urn."

The maid stared at the train, "It seems there was a reason why the ashes were transported here. Also that urn, was a spirit urn."

Flicking her hair over her shoulder, the lady turned back to her friend. "Did you get the information about that person?"

"Hai, ojou-sama!"

Smiling up at the sky, she shaded her eyes saying, "I can't wait to meet that person."

Who likes my picture this corner? =] Shall I make another one?

And the plot thickens.