So I got a new iPad for my birthday, and everything was great. You know, higher quality image, faster processing, all around better. The problem? While everything transferred over, they added a files app. The files app didn't connect to my Dropbox. I couldn't get any documents anywhere, it was hell getting it to work. I did eventually though! Even though it deleted everything. Whoops.
Guest(1), Eenie meenie minie moe, catch a Natsu by the toe, if he hollers don't let him go, eenie meenie minie moe. I've updated! The two chapters a week thing is hard man! How do people even keep to schedules? (My life is 100 percent not a mess hush) yeah, we've been waiting for an entire year, which still blows my mind a little. I think I've still got backup reserves of inspiration, but creating three brand new characters only to have to discard two of them completely is surprisingly draining. Thank you! You're welcome!
Phoenix(1), well, I can guarantee as long as your prayers are for more chapters they're gonna be answered sooner or later! Really though, any world with you in it has got to be far from undeserving, eh? For Gintama, if it's not too late, I recommend skipping the first two episodes and then binge watching until Benizakura. It starts out rough but I'll be damned if it hasn't made me cry on multiple occasions. Either from laughing too hard or sadness. (If you want something that gets going quicker, My Hero Academia is for you) I'm gonna get a steady stream of chapters coming sooner or later, and as soon as I stabilize that I'm gonna work on improving the length. Until then, mini-chapters! Mini-chapters for everyone! Aaah, so many questions I can't answer! Oh no! At least, questions I can't answer right away. ASAP… does like two weeks count as asap? I don't think so… whoops.
Otaku789(1), I updated! :) Extra chapter? Maybe. I mean probably not but I will try! Even if it's a little late. Pressure. So. Much. Pressure.
Phoenix(2), ok here's what we do, 1. Try not to panic. 2. Panic a lot. 3. Panic even more. 4. Pretend nothing happened. Perfect plan right there. Yup.
Otaku789(2), it is the month of spoopy times! Once again, I'm gonna try for an extra chapter! You never know, it might be a trick! How would I even make a trick chapter- ooh. Thanks for the idea!
Guest(2), :D
Guest, (3), yeah, cmon me! Update! Update!
Phoenix(3), Happy Thanksgiving! (I'm not late it's not twelve yet it's technically still thanksgiving hush)
Lucy usually trusted those close to her. There was always a measure of trust that came with being in a guild with someone, no matter how little they interacted. A testament of that was Natsu, he'd barely been in the guild for a month, and she knew very little about him, but she already trusted him deeply.
A leap and you'll catch me type trust, but she wasn't fully sure if it went both ways… ("Guess I'm just not meant to fight on my own.")
But that was getting off track. To summarize, she trusted Loke, but something about his story was just… off. There were things he didn't address, and he seemed to forget she was good friends with a rune mage.
There was no way someone could botch a spell so badly that the receiver of the magic would no longer be counted as human. Not to mention, casting such a spell would take stupidly long, further eliminating the chance of such a mistake and leaving a very slim chance that he'd just let such a thing happen.
On top of being a powerful mage he was a total playboy, there was no way he'd agree to not being able to be around people.
Yet that was only scratching the surface of the problems with his story.
But there wasn't time to go over everything, so brushing her eyes clear of any tears, the Celestial spirit mage grasped one of her silver keys.
"Open, gate of the southern Cross! Crux!"
For the second time in a matter of minutes, the familiar doorbells rang out through the street, quickly followed by a loud snore.
"Crux!" No response. "Crux!" Still, nothing. "Wake up!"
If she had a newspaper, Crux would have been smacked upside the head with it several times by now. As it was, she had to do with shouting, because as it turned out his head was made of metal, and she wasn't too enthusiastic to break her hand on it again.
To be fair, she had been very young and very angry. Angry about something she really didn't wish to dwell on, so it was time for desperate measures.
So she pushed Crux into the river. He had given full permission for her to wake him up however she wished, when their contract was new, and she knew for a fact he could swim, so all she did was cross her arms and wait.
Surely enough, after a moment, Crux floated himself out of the burbling stream and shook himself dry. "Forgive me for that, Miss Lucy. I was having a particularly fascinating dream."
"Listen, I'm sorry to wake you but this is important. What can you tell me about Leo the Lion?"
Rubble from the ruined building cascaded off Makarovs fist, the chucks of stone not bothering him in the slightest. No, what did bother the old man was the bolts of lighting dancing over his skin, burning his fingers and leaving a heavy stench in the air.
Laxus grinned even as the guildmasters grip tightened. This is what he'd been waiting for. This power! Thrilling!
Not even bothering to shout the name of his attack, to caught up in a delirium of adrenaline and power, Laxus suffused his fists with lightening and used them to push Makarovs hand apart.
The old man didn't hesitate, shrinking the limb before enlarging the other one, hefting a massive chunk of stone with his other limb and slamming it into the ground where his grandson had stood moments prior.
Laxus darted away, leaving a crackling trail of lightening in his wake. As soon as he was certain he was out of Makarovs range, he stopped, pushing magic power into his chest until it erupted, a Lightening Dragons Roar.
Makarov raised his enlarged fists to counter, gritting his teeth against the onslaught. Laxus fuelled the roar until it was obvious no more damage would be done to the old man. A new wave of burned flesh smell filled the air, but Makarov gave no indication he felt any pain, the angry white lines of lightening burns spreading across his arms speaking for him.
"Is that all you can do, old man? Pathetic!"
Instead of humouring his insult with a response, Makarov simply continued his assault.
Gray didn't have long to adjust to the sudden fluctuations of power from what used to be the Cathedral, as Freed adjusted rather quickly and began etching out more runes.
"Oh no you don't! Ice Make: Block!"
While at the time, it seemed like pure unadulterated skill that allowed Gray to place his spell directly around Freeds blade, it was really more a mix of luck and bad balance.
The two mages both paused in their actions, Freed straining to lift the ice-cube-ified blade to ice level.
"Ah, well. I suppose I'll just have to make do without that then." He allowed it to drop, the ice chipping on the pavement, but not breaking like he may have hoped.
"Dark Écriture: Wings!"
And the fight resumed.
Natsu rolled to the side, managing to rip himself out of Aria's grip. The big wind mage staggered, before wheeling to face the errant DragonSlayer.
Natsu flipped onto his feet, not bothering to look back before taking off. In all honesty, Aria had done him a favour getting him out of town, giving him the whole world do run and hide in.
Even if he felt absolutely awful doing it. Fairy Tail, while he had only been there for a very short time, felt like what he imagined a home to be. It was unlikely he'd be able to go back.
Tree branched lashed at his face, blocking his vision, leaving him to stumble blindly. There wasn't much he could do, one shoulder still aching fiercely from both the old injury and Arias grabbing him there, and his other arm completely numb from the bracelet.
However, it would do him no good to be caught because the muscles in his shoulder hurt a little, so gritting his teeth he lifted his arm, managing to produce a flickering, dying flame, which quickly ate through any foliage in his path.
It would leave a clear trail to any pursuers, so really his only hope at this point was no one would be fast enough.
It was a futile hope, considering Aria had just out-sped Erza, but it was a hope nonetheless.
The numbness spread from his arm to his shoulder, faster due to his use of magic.
If it reached his legs before he got the bracelet off, or got away, he was screwed. Though, at the very least, it would alleviate the pain in his right shoulder, for a short while. If he remember correctly from the first time, the numbness wouldn't last long.
That was when he risked a glance behind him.
Big mistake.
Oh, isn't it always? Anyway, my personality has gone through massive changes in the last year, like I am a brand new person and very comfortable with who I am, unlike before, and this last three weeks have been the first time I got really sick with this mindset. And man, was it weird. I don't remember a big chunk of it, but I do remember occasionally tuning back in to the real world and catching thoughts from when I was out of it. The most memorable of these was 'Damn Haggis, always stealing my socks. Curse those brits!' yeah I don't know either. I sincerely apologize to any British people reading this. Either way, that's my reason for not managing to update. (I actually wrote this chapter while sick and it was a disaster zone, so it's really for the best. Yay for rewrites!) I'll be getting back on my feet for the next week I imagine, but I'll do my best. ~ShadeShadow