Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail. If I did, Lisanna wouldn't have come back but Layla would instead.

Welp guiz, I hope you enjoy this chappie, and please tell me if I am portraying the character wrong - I always think that I'm doing something wrong xD

Oh well, after posting this I'm going bed - nearly midnight~

Anyway, I hope you enjoy~

It may not have been a massive shock to Carbuncle when it happened, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he was fine with it.

In fact – he was furious.

The train had broken down. Now, this sort of an occurrence wouldn't have annoyed him to the point where he was now, but it set off a long and frustrating chain of events that left him in his current state. So here he was, standing in the middle of nowhere, in a puddle of Natsu's vomit.

Blaine was nowhere to be seen, along with Happy, but that didn't change the fact that he was drenched in whatever Natsu had eaten before getting on the train. This, from the smell of it, certainly wasn't very pleasant. And at this very moment in time it was stinging his eyes just from being near him.

So to sum it up, he was absolutely furious. He was so furious that there was no over word in any language to describe it.

Which means that he'll have to make one up. Not the hardest thing in the world - whenever he is this angry, he'll be called 'Nangry'. In commemoration of the person who had managed to make him this irritated – it was a portmanteau of 'Natsu' and 'angry'. He can say that, from this point on, that he was so 'Nangry' with whatever someone did, and then they would totally know what he was on about.

Wait, 'Nangry' sounds stupid. So let's not even go there.

Stopping that train of thought before it could spiral out of control, Carbuncle took the time to re-evaluate his life, and try to pinpoint just where his intellect started to plummet. But then stopped when he noticed that it was during that period in his life, and he didn't want to go anywhere near that particular time in his life. It was a part of his life that wasn't…stellar, to say the least.

Everything seemed to link back to Karen Lilica.

And to make this whole situation worse, he didn't have a change of clothes – because he doesn't prepare for the slim, borderline non-existent chance that someone would throw up on him.

Actually, who does? Now that would be the better question.

Carbuncle would love to just use his Crystal Magic to give himself a change of clothes, but he really didn't want people to see what type of magic he uses. Just in case he meets up with them whilst he was a part of Oracion Seis, because that would be extremely hard to explain away with a few little words. He would have to make his backstory much more intricate and elaborate – making it more fallible as he is prone to making a mistake somewhere.

Plus who walks around in crystal clothing anyway?

That was so X768 – now it just looks tacky.

…Now he was getting strange looks from Lucy for laughing for no apparent reason. Just another thing to add onto his long, seemingly endless list of problems, that built up as a result of him taking this mission

He was just glad that his team wasn't around for this – he just knew that Zimi and Jayne would have a field day with this, and Eevee would probably try and help but make things worse. Carbuncle was lucky that Blaine was mature enough to take no heed to it.

Though he was doubtful she knew about it in the first place – she was much too interested in floating cats to realise what was happening around her. She probably wouldn't even notice if Zeref himself was raised from the dead, walked up to her, and asked her out. One of these days, he would have to ask her about just what made her like that, but that seemed like a question that was far too personal for him to get away with.

Unless, of course, she was drunk – anyone could get away with asking personal questions if the person they were asking where drunk.

He knows this from experience.

Sadly.

"Are you okay?" Snapping his attention away from his brooding, Carbuncle was startled at just how close Lucy was to him when she said that, instantly causing him to leap out of the way and put some distance between the two of them. This just caused her to stare at him like he was even more of a creep, whilst Natsu was busy shouting praises at something in the background.

Which made him remember just how much he hated Natsu at the moment. Thus, he did what any angry person would do when given the opportunity.

He pushed him. Hard. Off the side of the rocky plateau they were standing on.

He had never felt more proud of himself in his life. Grinning like a mad-man (though he didn't have the box, that much he could assure you), the petrified scream of the salmon-haired boy was like music to his ears – even if he wasn't generally a fan of people who sound as if they have overdosed on helium. Watching the human boulder plummet down into the depths below, he couldn't help but feel as if he went too far.

But then he remembered that this was Natsu he was talking about – someone who obliterated almost half of his home town without even trying. If he could do that then he didn't have to worry about him not being able to survive a fall at that height.

Whilst it may have seemed like a good idea to push the other of the side of the cliff, he didn't take into account the blonde bystander.

How loud can this girl shriek?

Blocking his ears from the deafening sound originating from the blonde, he could only cringe as she leant over the edge trying to find the fire mage. He was half tempted to kick her off the edge too, but then realised it was far too much effort and there was a good chance that, well…she wouldn't return in the exact same state, to put it lightly.

"Why would you do something like that? He could be dead!" Barrelling down on him, with burning eyes glacial tone, Lucy looked like the very definition of a woman scorned. To be frank, whilst she may be trying to be threatening, she didn't look it – she looked more like a fluffy blonde kitten trying to be a lion. Cute, but definitely not scary, and the absurdity of it made him laugh out loud.

"Doubtful. Have a little trust in him or something – he is from Fairy Tail, after all, so it's not as if this sort of thing hasn't happened to him before." Waving it off, his posture oozed nonchalance, acting as if Carbuncle hadn't just told the girl to stop worrying about her friend being potentially dead in a ditch.

"…How does that make any sense?" She seemed to have had her mind blown, if the twitching eyebrows were anything to go by. It was obvious that she was in awe with his reasoning, as who wouldn't?

And people say that guys don't understand girls.

Off in his own world, he didn't notice the massive boot heading directly for his head, so it became a shock to him when he realised his feet were no longer on the ground, and that he was currently flying in the exact same direction he had kicked Natsu.

Oddly enough, he can't say that this is the first time this has happened.

Spiralling off the edge of the cliff, he could only accept what happened is happening, and it wasn't as if he couldn't just fly his way back up there through one of his buffs. At the very least he can be more graceful than Natsu in his fall – or at least as graceful as someone can be whilst covered in vomit.

Whilst said vomit was trying its hardest to land on his face.

Just for references sake, Carbuncle figured out quickly enough that, whilst freefalling at however fast he was going, it was extremely hard to dodge aggressive vomit. This factored in with the fact that, until he landed (which will be a pain without the use of his Crystal Magic – both figuratively and literally) he wouldn't be able to use his magic. That made this entire fiasco so heavily unpleasant.

Feeling the watery substance crawl underneath his top, he had to cover his eyes to protect his vision from both the blistering speeds, and the lukewarm liquid. Squinting through a tiny gap in his hands, he eyed the oncoming tree-line with a feeling half between despair and acceptance, and was barely able to let a choked out expletive before crashing back first onto the first tree branch.

With an almighty crack that resonated throughout the forest, he tumbled through the canopy of branches; the sturdy branches that once acted as a buffer were now cushioning his fall. In a shower of leaves and broken branches, he landed in a crumpled heap on the woodland floor. The only wounds he had after taking such a tumble were only superficial, luckily enough, and if anything it was his pride that was wounded.

He had let himself be sent flying by an angry blonde. Another thing he could tick off on his bucket list. .

Crawling to his feet, he certainly felt like he looked like a model. Shards of branches nestled in his hair, cuts decorating his face like a rich tapestry, clothes covered in vomit – he felt as if he had the entire package.

If, you know, the entire package was looking like a homeless person who'd just got in a fight with a tree.

And the homeless person lost. Horrifically.

Picking out the branches and leaves, he was left with a dilemma. He could strip, and just walk around in his Aquamarine spell, or he could just walk in the clothes and pray that there was a spring somewhere where he could clean up his clothes. Both suggestions had their merits and their consequences, but he was leaning towards stripping and walking around in his magic spell. It's not as if it was any different than regular clothes, but it was energy consuming – and he may need the energy for later.

Lamenting his life choices, he stripped off entirely, leaving the soaked and smelling clothes in a pile on the ground. Preparing the magic, he concentrated a moment before releasing it in an all too familiar array.

"Crystal Magic: Aquamarine." Sighing in relief, he felt the immediate drain on his magic immediately before he could physically see the effects. Reflecting and refracting light, pale blue shards seemed to spawn out of nowhere, covering his body in a sea-blue layer of crystal. The slivers of crystal seemed to meld together, forming a layer of armour that mimicked ancient Fiore knights – a heavy set of armour that protected from physical damage.

The only part that was missing from the ensemble was the helmet – though that was not necessary at all for what he wanted. He just wanted to cover up, not go out to war. He'd leave that sort of thing to the other sectors of the R.A.F – he didn't have the strength to fight in any sort of serious battles.

Hence why his tactics are so underhanded – it's the only way he can win.

Scanning the area he found himself in, it was pretty obvious to him that he had no idea where he was – other than, of course, near the immobile ship. A massive rift divided the tree canopy – clear evidence of where he had dropped in, leaves still falling lightly, disturbed by the commotion caused. Everywhere he looked, there were trees. Gargantuan trees that stood sentinel over the earth, protecting it from anything that would seek to corrupt it. Leaves rustling as he walked, his attention was caught by a twitching lump in the ground, rousing his curiosity.

Picking up a stick broken off by his descent, he lightly prodded the lump, stifling a giggle as he stared entranced at the motion.

Prodding again.

And again.

And again.

It was only when the lump started to make muffled groaning sounds that he realised that the thing was alive, and was apoplectic - if a sudden stream of fire had anything to say about it. Barely dodging the eruption of flame, he landed flat on his backside, protecting his eyes with an armoured arm from the flame's intensity.

Feeling the inferno calm down, he removed his arm, gazing nervously at the ireful wizard. He was literally steaming mad. He looked as if he was about to set the once azure, but now crimson-haired agent on fire with his eyes alone – and he didn't doubt for a second that he would be able to do such a thing.

Wait a second…if it is Natsu, and he is angry, does that make him 'Nangry'

If the situation wasn't so dire for him, Carbuncle really would face-palm at the stupidity. But he didn't because he really didn't want to die by being burnt alive.

The burning fist was so close to hitting him he could feel the heat roil and coil and lash out at him, trying to hit him despite the strike missing. He noticed far too late that the first punch was only a feint, shadowing the second fist that crashed into him, launching him towards a nearby tree.

He's strong.

Digging his hands deep into the ground, he managed to regain his balance, rolling out of the way of the blow that would of broke him in two if it connected. Taking advantage of the powerful jab missing, he dug his armoured foot into the soil as he launched a kick, watching in satisfaction as it caught him in the chest.

Following through with a powerful, yet far too flashy axe-kick, he was punished as his opponent twisted in mid-air, evading the blow and gripping his ankle in a burning vice. Carbuncle was dragged along as the dragon slayer rotated, gaining in speed before firing him into the ground.

Using the force behind the blow, Carbuncle swore he could hear his bones protest as he rocketed off the ground – manipulating the power behind the blow to augment his own retaliation.

Or would have, if he didn't feel himself slowing in mid-air, eyes widening in awe as the world around him seemed to speed up. It was as if the battlers were being weighed down or something, as the rest of the world continued innocently.

"Really, I spend time looking for you, and this is what I find?"

Twisting their heads slowly, they could only stare at the approach of the two girls. Lucy looked far from impressed, staring at them with the sort of tired stare that a mother gives to her misbehaving children. Carbuncle felt slightly ashamed of himself for a second, but that feeling stopped soon enough when he realised that he was most likely older than her. Blaine on the other hand looked like she was concentrating heavily; sweat beading on her forehead as she focussed.

And Happy? Happy was holding the two girls up, panting heavily as he struggled to keep the weight aloft. He had to hand it to him – he really was trying his hardest, and he was pretty strong for a cat.

With a slight crack, the world returned to normal, and anarchy ensued.

Carbuncle and Natsu collided head-first into each-other, soaring towards the ground in a state that would make many-a contortionist green with envy, crash-landing in a heap of limbs and clothes. It was during this time that his defensive armour had worn off, his magic unable to handle the massive drain of magic that occurred as a result of time shifting, causing it to shatter and leave him in nothing but his underwear.

Then they crashed. And, in Carbuncle's honest opinion, it wasn't fun.

"…wow." Despite his current predicament it wasn't hard for Carbuncle to hear the slightly stunned Lucy.

"Is this customary?" Recovered, if only a tad, Blaine questioned Lucy, who could only shake her head in a negative.

"I…I don't believe so…" She trailed off, trying to figure out how to answer her, "I don't think that this is…usual?" Despite what she had seen before from Fairy Tail, this was a completely different thing entirely.

Extracting his body from the odd bundle he and Natsu had made, Carbuncle made his way in front of the Celestial Spirit mage, pretending that he was wearing clothes and that this entire situation wasn't happening.

"Pardon me but…I don't suppose you have access to Cassiopeia? I could do with some new clothes." Now that he could think clearly, he asked Lucy if she did indeed have access to such a key. It would be far too convenient for her to have that silver key, but I was doubtful as he hadn't seen its distinct shape on her belt loop.

"Not to my knowledge…sorry." Lucy seemed apologetic, biting her lip nervously as she tried to cheer up the down-hearted boy. "I'm sure Natsu would let you use his spare set of clothes."

Spare set of clothes?

Perking up immediately, he immediately cheered up at the prospect of not walking through public in only his boxers.

"Hell no." Crushing his hopes and dreams with just a simple word, the Crystal mage couldn't help but turn on the other.

"What do you mean 'hell no'? It's your fault for throwing up on me in the first place."

"You're like a worse version of the ice stripper."

"You're a slightly less tolerable idiot."

"What's toleral mean?"

"Tolerable genius – and it means how much I can take before crushing your face into the ground."

"Yea well I can't tolerate you! You're so annnnnnoyinnnnng."

"What is with it with people turning to stripping…"

"Stripping?"

"You're wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a jacket that only covers your arms. You honestly do look like the type of person that doesn't understand what 'clothes' are for."

"Calm down boys, you can have your domestic later." Butting in, Lucy was wearing the same old disappointed stare she had before, whilst Blaine and Happy were just nodding in agreement.

"Pardon me, but what's a 'domestic'?" Slightly awkward, Blaine asked Carbuncle, who could only wonder where she was to not know what a domestic was.

"A domestic is, umm, well…where you have an argument with a marital partner, or a partner of any kind." It was kind of awkward that he had to explain it, especially when Natsu seemed to be leaning in too.

He wasn't surprised he didn't know.

"So you saying me and HIM are married!" Leaning forward angrily, Natsu eyes were squinted in irritation, getting up close and personal with Lucy, who only glared back in a similar fashion. "The only people that will be having a domestic are me and you."

"E-Ehh?" She was blushing furiously, making it obvious to Carbuncle that she wouldn't be too adverse to the idea.

"So I see that is why you are heading to Narcisca?" Mischievous glint in his emerald eyes, Carbuncle teased the two.

"W-What do you mean." They even replied in unison. How cute.

"It's obvious that's why you're heading there – you two are getting married." Ignoring the resounding variations of 'ehh' throughout the meadow, he continued with his train of thought.

"Marriage?" Tilting her head to the side, Blaine looked confused as to why it was they would get married there.

"Narcisca is an incredibly beautiful city – even more beautiful than Alexandria. As a result couples go there to have their weddings, due to the aesthetic appeal of the place." He explained to the girl, as she jotted it down on the notebook.

"Sorry about that – I always get sketchy about things like that." Staring into the sleepy blue eye (that was visible); he couldn't tell what was going on in her head.

She was a good actor. No wonder he met her whilst she was being Scorpio.

"No worries," Carbuncle waved the gratitude off, since he didn't particularly mind teaching her things.

It was one of his dream jobs, teaching, and when he retires after his mission he would love to go into the teaching industry.

"Oh yeah Natsu?" Carbuncle turned to Natsu, question painted all over his face.

"Hrnn?" Seeing as that grunt was gonna be the best he's going to get, he reiterated his previous question.

"Clothes?"

"Yes Natsu, clothes."

"It's with Lucy."

"...No it isn't Natsu. I don't have it.

Carbuncle's face paled as he realised that he was well and truly fucked.

They had finally managed to make it to Narcisca, and -

"Isn't this the bee's knees?"

Pausing both his thoughts and footsteps momentarily, Carbuncle tried to figure out what that meant. But then thought against it and continued walking. He had been doing that a lot lately, ignoring the sort of things she said. Not that he would be able to understand what she said - her language was fragmented, saying things he knows are archaic at one moment, then jumping to things that he has never heard of in the next.

Though such was the life of a teenage agent.

"What does that even mean?" Not even turning around, Carbuncle continued on his way, as Blaine muttered a brief 'oh' before falling silent. It had been a while since they had went their separate ways, them and the other duo, as they had to catch another train elsewhere. Carbuncle didn't know where, or why, but he didn't particularly care about it much (if at all).

Carbuncle was just glad that he had managed to get some clothing - even if it was Natsu's stripper-garb.

Hence he was showing far more skin than he was comfortable with showing to any old stranger.

"I'll tell you when you tell me your real name?" Actually pausing in his foot-steps, he couldn't help but turn towards the blonde woman. He had to give her some respect, if only begrudgingly, that she had actually had the guts to call him out on his code-name.

"Guess like I am better off not knowing then. I really don't see how you would ever need to know my name." Carbuncle really didn't feel the need to share his real name. It would make things far more complicated, and he really didn't want things to be any harder than they already are. "So you use some form of augment magic then?" He actually was curious about what magic she had used before, because it couldn't have been Lucy and it certainly wasn't Happy.

Unless there was something that the cat hadn't told them.

She was about to answer, but was rudely interrupted by a familiar face. Seeing that kid from the train station - he tried to remember the name, but stopped when he realised he didn't care anywhere near enough to put too much effort in - approach them, Carbuncle's brow furrowed as a scowl blossomed on his face.

He really didn't like it when he didn't get his way.

"What's up pretty la...dy?" The rushing child seemed to stop in his tracks, after seeing his current ensemble. Gone was the simple 'Heart Kreuz' top and in its place was Natsu's very revealing jacket. Showing to the adolescent that he was, indeed, a male and not a female like he had blissfully believed.

"What?" Thinking he was talking to her, Blaine answered, smirking in a manner that screamed arrogance. "Why thank you for the compliment, I didn't realise that these people were so nice...maybe I should have paid more attention to…" She seemed to return to her own little world, muttering words in a language Carbuncle couldn't quite place.

"Oh...sorry...I think I have the wrong person." Grinning innocently, the young boy laughed awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "You reminded me of a girl I met recently…"

"So what's your name?" Asking the question that was plaguing his mind, the azure agent only nodded when he got his response. "So, Hale?"

"Yup that's me." Thumbs up, the blue haired child looked far too happy for someone just acknowledging him.

"Why are you up at this time - it's like four in the morning?" Hands on hips, he looked the part of an angry parent, with Blaine in the background nodding emphatically.

"The train just arrived." Hale wasn't even fazed - he stood there with a cheesy grin on his face whilst he explained what happened. "And weren't you kicked off the side of the track?"

Not about to be beaten by a twelve year old (or however old he was - he looked about it) he was pre-empted by Blaine, who dragged the pair of them off into a nearby alleyway. Carbuncle was about to protest, but was silenced by a hand over his mouth. He could only glare in anger at the girl, who just pointed a finger out the entryway.

Removing the hand over his mouth, he stuck his head out inconspicuously, eyes trying to find just what made her so jumpy. The outskirts of Narcisca, despite them not being the inner core of the city, weren't a mess like most other cities. Foregoing any and all synthetic material, the city was entirely natural - where there should be pavement was nutrient-rich soil, with a myriad of plants blooming on the surface. The buildings may of been brick, but they weren't the typical orange you'd find elsewhere: they were green. Brilliantly vivid verdigris, they looked as if they were all natural - enhancing the ambiance of the town.

He loved it.

Feeling a sharp elbow to the gut, A frosty glare from Blaine forced him to follow her finger, where he was met with a peculiar sight.

A sight that screamed synthetic and unnatural and fake-fake-fake-fake.

The man, for assuredly it was a man, was of average height - if he had to guess he was around five foot ten inches. But that was the only thing that was average about him. Sharp features, long onyx hair that just barely reached his shoulder styled in such a way to cover his right eye, and a peculiar scar divided his face, almost reaching his lips. Emotionless, he reminded Carbuncle of a machine - emotionless and empty and alone. A long-sleeved T-shirt hung loosely over his thin frame, and the trousers he was wearing were obviously covering something.

This machine (for his gut instinct was telling him that there was something not quite right about him) was not a stranger to Carbuncle, for he knew immediately who it was when he saw the characteristic grimoire clutched tightly in his hands.

"W-who's that?" Hearing the whisper from Hale, Carbuncle answered the question that was on both the child's and his partner's mind.

"His name is Iname Kagero. The Creation Mage." An unfamiliar feeling welled up in his chest, an oddly frigid sensation settling in his chest. "A criminal."

"He's a criminal?" Blaine murmured, an unreadable emotion in her eyes. "How come the Agency hasn't caught him?"

"That's classified." Focused, he looked to the other two around him. "We need to see why he is here - and if his goals are opposite ours, then we'll have to deal with him."

"But how are we going to get close to hear what he is saying?" Blaine inquired, throwing him off as Carbuncle tried to figure out a way.

"I could help with that." the way that he said it caused the red-head's eyebrow to twitch. "I'm a Shadow Mage, so I could very easily take us there."

They didn't need to ask him, as he did it anyway.

Now that they were one with the shadows, they tried to be as stealthy as possible, not making any noise as they tailed the man. It didn't take long for them to reach hearing distance, where they could hear the conversation taking place.

"...demon...rim..som...na..l"

They couldn't get any closer without risking being caught. And what they did here only made them even more curious about why he was in Narcisca.

"Ter...ate...da...gui...good."

"Is he talking about…?" Trailing off, Blaine hinted at him possibly being here for the same reason as them - a conclusion that Carbuncle had sadly come to as well. This mission was slowly going off the deep end, and Carbuncle wished for something to happen that would return it back to normalcy.

"I think he is." Short and to the point, his mind was preoccupied with him trying to figure out what was going on. Plans formed and faded like night and day, contingencies after contingencies after contingencies repeating as he tried to figure out a way to make it so that the Creation Mage wasn't a problem.

His mind was blank.

The fragmented phone call stuttered and came to a close, as Carbuncle saw Iname disconnect. He couldn't see any emotion on his face, or any sign of anything that could tip him off about what he was thinking.

Just what was going on here?

Whilst he was in his own little world, Iname had long since vanished; going off to do whatever it was that he was here for. With an audible sigh of relief, he could feel the shadows lose their hold on him, returning him to the outside world. Stretching his legs to return feeling back to them, as he was currently going through the wondrous feeling of pins-and-needles, he didn't hear the question that he was asked by Blaine, and it was only when he was poked did it occur to him that someone was trying to talk to him.

"Hmm?" Tilting his head slightly, he shivered at how cold it had suddenly become, whilst Hale snickered in the background.

"Look down." Following her advice, he paled, before flushing angrily, turning to face the shadow user with a face that promised pain.

"What...did you do...with my pants."

"The shadows have them."

…Cobra better watch out, his place as the most stupid person in Carbuncle's life was slowly becoming replaced by this brat.

"You have to stroke the shadows to get your clothes back. They prefer it to be slower rather than faster, and make sure not to pull anything - they don't like being hurt."

...What? What is this I don't even?

He was surrounded by perverted idiots. He gets rid of one and two spawn out of the wood-work like cock-roaches. At least he could get rid of the kid soon.

The sooner the better.

"...You're ridiculous."

But at least he has Blaine on his side to make it slightly less annoying. He didn't want to know what it would be like if Jayne or Eevee or, god-forbid, Zimi was here with them as well.

That was something he didn't want to imagine.

"Sorry Hale, but Blaine and I have to go – we have to be somewhere soon. So stop being ridiculous and give me back my clothes – unless you want me to walk around without pants all day." Carbuncle was tired and grumpy – a dangerous combination made only worse by the fact that he carries explosives around with him. Explosives that he, personally, isn't afraid of using on those who made him particularly angry.

"Oh well, guess like you have to go without pants then." Carbuncle had to restrain himself from attacking the child – he will have to save something like that for when he was an official criminal.

Never thought I would think that…

From experiences with other children, he knew that he was getting nowhere. So with an exasperated sigh, he stormed off, heading further into the city. He wanted to get to sleep as soon as possible, as he didn't want to stay up too late and not be able to wake up in the morning. They did have to retrieve some information about Crimson Nail after all, and they couldn't exactly do that unless they get up at reasonable times to make rounds.

They might be lucky enough to find that other guy that he had demolished – that would be good. He'd get to embarrass him again, and isn't that a good experience.

"Blaine could you do me a massive favour?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Could you make sure I get up in the morning? Otherwise I'll stay asleep until five or something. You don't have to if you have troubles with time or anything."

"Trust me; I know quite a bit about time."

Deciding to trust her, the conversation died down as they searched for a hotel or something so that they could get some rest.

Why did he suddenly fear waking up again?

Shrugging it off, he wondered how the other people were doing. He trusted Arrow's and Eevee's abilities, but he was worried about how Jayne and Zimi were handling theirs. He didn't exactly feel confident in their abilities, so he could only hope that something doesn't go wrong.

...Oh well, what's the worst that could happen?

Chapter 6, Fin~

Welp, all I'm gonna do is reiterate what I've said above - I hope that I'm characterising your characters correctly. If I am doing it wrong, send me a message or something about it, or leave it in a review as I'd like to make them as close to perfect as I can get.

And just because OCs aren't getting a lot of screen time now doesn't mean they wont get it later~

Well, onto list of OCs that have been a thing so far~

So onto the OCs already shown in the story (other than Carbuncle):

The Lazy Bitch's: Zimi

QueenKazza's: Jayne

Hikari-Angel143's: Eevee

motordog's: Blaine

Arcobaleno-Lover's: 'Arrow'

Cute-Kawaii-Girl's: Hale

Hollow-Kyuubi's: Iname Kagero

Oc's mentioned:

Saiyan-Styles': ? - (Hidden to avoid spoilers :D)

Arcobaleno-lover's: ? - (Hidden to avoid spoilers :D)

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