Bad Blood! [Basilisk Fang/Fairy Tail]

I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME

The clear skies above were surely the sign of a good day, but the sun beating down on Aeluri’s back felt quite the opposite. “The one downside of black hair,” she sighed softly as she paced forward, thinking wistfully about the cool, silent halls of the Basilisk Fang fortress. Magnolia Town most certainly had a different vibe than her guild’s home; a little too bright, warm, and cheerful for the mage’s liking.

Red and gold eyes passed over her guildmates as the group ambled closer to their destination. The mages held a casual demeanor, talking and joking with each other along their journey. As they had reached the bustling town of Magnolia, the crowds of people had parted in awe and fear as they passed through, sensing the inherent ominousness emitted from the group of dark mages. However, unbeknownst to the commoners lining the streets, the members of the dark guild had no ill intentions, as this trip to visit the guild Fairy Tail was for mending a bond once broken. Aeluri had not been in Basilisk Fang long enough to have any history with Fairy Tail, nor been around guilds long enough to understand the relationships between them, but she had decided to tag along out of pure curiosity.

The sound of a small yawn brought the black-haired mage’s attention to her arms, where her small feline companion had awoken from his nap. Umbra’s black fur stuck up at all different angles, which caused Aeluri to let out a small laugh. The cat had been snoozing in her arms the whole way, using her shadow to shade himself from the insufferable sun. It seemed the two black-haired beings were not well-suited for a place like Magnolia Town, yet they continued forth with a sense of purpose.

“We’re here, Umbra,” she said with a hint of excitement in her voice. “I hope Fairy Tail has whiskey to share.”

She stood back a bit as the dark mages were greeted at the doorway of Fairy Tail's guild hall by a few of their members. There seemed to be a tension in the air as the two sides first spoke to each other, but Aeluri felt assured that it would calm down once their intentions were revealed.

Notes: None!

Notes:

Aeluri found Ahote’s stinging jabs at the Fairy Tail mages quite amusing. Getting a rise out of people was indeed a fun pastime, if not an interesting introduction. It was obvious that the guildmaster had a long history with certain members of the independent guild. Perhaps through observation she would come to understand their complex relationships.

The sudden feeling that she was being watched hit Aeluri. She whipped around, searching for the perpetrator, but was distracted by Umbra’s claws poking her arm. Deciding that someone who dared stare at her would probably approach her eventually, she focused on her friend. The cat was staring in horror as a red-haired boy tried to feed Ambrosia beef jerky. Beef jerky. The black feline quickly squirmed his way into his companion’s robes, hidden from the sight of others. “Please don’t let them feed me beef jerky,” he whispered, another shudder shaking his tiny black body. Aeluri let out a quiet laugh and patted her friend’s soft head, completely forgetting about the piercing gaze she had felt before.

The rich, sharp smell of whiskey was caught by the mage’s sensitive nose, drawing her attention to a bar in the corner of the room. The newest guild member, Iris, had popped open a new bottle of the alluring liquid with a knife. Aeluri didn’t know much about the man, but something about him set her on edge. Perhaps it was his eyes…

All her cautions went out the window with the scent of alcohol. With quick strides, Aeluri found herself standing at the bar next to the abandoned seat where a woman with greenish hair had been relaxing when they entered. A glance to the left revealed Iris sipping from the full bottle of whiskey. He didn’t even use a glass or ice! she thought with an appalled scoff. Long black hair swished with the movement of a quick swipe, leaving the violet-haired man empty handed. “Learn to drink whiskey properly,” came the sharp remark, red and gold eyes glaring in his direction. Aeluri grabbed two clear glasses and, after putting some ice inside each one, left her guildmate with some whiskey presented the way she saw fit. Determined steps brought her back to the center of the room, hoping to confront whoever had stared at her before, while snakes continued to provoke fairies to see if they would snap.

Notes: None!

Markus cocked his head, Basilisk fang huh? He did not know much about the guild, other then its nature. Which made this meeting, all the more interesting.

He glanced at the man who had introduced their group, their Guild Master. Ahote Laspor, he had said his name was. He seemed quite sure of himself, quite cocky in his position. Despite coming into another guilds home, and facing off against a Wizard Saint. It was certainly intriguing… Markus really didn't care who this man was, and had no qualms with him, or any member of his guild. In fact… he kind of admired their guts.

Listening passively he started to walk to the bar, both sides were bickering, acting tough. The show was annoying. Though, there were a few that interested him more then others. The female with white hair, he didn’t know her name, but she liked subtle insults. As well a few others. This show of force could not be more obvious if they had come in with a cannon. Despite their talk of peace, he knew what they really wanted. They wanted Fairy Tail to snap, to react.

Unfortunately, it was quite difficult to get Markus’ ire. He was still passively walking to the bar, when he realized some of the new group had beaten him there, and started to help themselves. Hell, why not? They were ‘guests’, is it not customary. Markus barely even flinched when his guild master spoke up, it seems she had reached the same conclusion as he, and like himself, had no plans to give them the satisfaction of watching them squirm. As she seated Markus barely had time to react, the music burst forth and all manners of furniture started moving, suddenly the room was almost bare, the black clad mage managed to dodge each of them when he finally reaches the bar.

Markus tapped the usual bar tender on the shoulder, a young man who was very much confused, and more then a little mad about the newcomers rudeness. Markus, handing him a few jewels dismissed the man, a fight between two wizards guilds was no place for a regular person. Markus had no idea if the man was paid, or how much, he did not really care, the money was nothing to him. He was just appreciative the man had enough brains to agree.

Finally, behind the bar Markus spoke for the first time today. His voice was neutral, passive, calculated, he did not care one way or the other how this evening went. “It seems, we have lost our manners. There is a new ‘house special’ for the evening, crafted specifically with our… guests, in mind.”

Markus reached over to the pretty man with white hair, and grabbed the bottle. “Let me borrow this for a second.” Markus, did not wait to see if the man agreed, but gave him a wink anyways.

“After all, what sort of host allows their guest to be thirsty when offering such a great… friendship.” The only word in the sentence with any emotion was the final, which reeked of sarcasm.

As he spoke, anyone watching would see glasses moving, various mixers, syrups, and other items seeming to move into place on their own. Anyone watching closely however would see two dark arm like tendrils reaching from Markus’ back. These shadows were hard to see, and very much transparent, but seemed to work as an arm would, abit with greater reach, speed, and mobility. Markus crafted two drinks.


One a red drink using a juice box and lime drink, he placed a cherry on top. The second he used the whisky taken from the man in white, muddled it with limes, and another liquid. He then dropped two drops of a thick green syrup into the second drink, they spun around one other making interesting lines and patterns looking like two drops of snake venom in muddled water. He topped this drink with a clear liquid, then used a magic lighter to catch it ablaze, the fire was green and sparked fiercely. Markus knew the drink, it would taste like a lime mixed whisky, and have a hint of apple.

The arms Markus had summoned worked very fast, far faster than normal arms, and by the time he had finished talking, both drinks were made. Markus had already handed the bottle of whisky back to the man in white, and had retrieved another from behind the bar. He was glad at least one member of Basilisk Fang had taste, Markus thought, looking at the woman who had helped herself to an actual glass, rather then the whole bottle.

Markus looked specifically at the man who had addressed himself as Ahote, his darkness tendrils, easily reached him. Markus placed the fiery drink with the two venom like droplets in front of the man. The green liquid drops were still swirling around one another, it would be many minutes before they hit the bottom of the glass. The red drink, which was nothing more than a fancy juice box, was placed in front of Sarano, Markus’ own guild-master. His dark tendrils busied themselves making more drinks when Markus tried to look Ahote in the eyes.

To be certain no doubt that he was addressing Ahote, suddenly Markus’ eyes became alight with a chaotic energy, and started glowing a dark purple color. The action was not meant to be threatening, Markus knew there were obvious differences in their powers, he meant only to call attention. “If you utter that which is precious, or worthy. Rather then that which is worthless. You might just have a better ear from my comrades, and they might just turn to you rather then from.” Markus said, hoping that he got the message across. He tired of this game, and saw no reason for theatrics, and no reasons why both sides could not enjoy themselves and share a drink, actually attempting the peace the man said they were looking for.

Notes:

I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME

Dancing?

How strange indeed these Fairy Tail mages seemed as their standoffish demeanor was forgotten upon the instigation of dance. The fluid, swirling movements of the two dancers was mesmerizing, a tapestry of motion woven by an intricate stepping pattern. Aeluri’s eyes followed the dance with curiosity, as she had never seen anything like it before.

With the warmth of whiskey settled in her stomach and coursing through her veins, Aeluri felt she could finally relax. Though tensions had been high when they arrived, things seemed to be simmering down. The Fairy Tail mages had reprimanded her guildmates about “manners”, but that didn’t seem to faze anyone. If anything, it had settled the score.

Ahote’s mention of food caused a rumble in the mage’s stomach, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since the morn. The long trek to Magnolia in the harsh sun had drained her energy. She turned to a nearby mage of the other guild, a boy with dark brown hair and eyes. A figure floated next to him, but she payed it no mind, thinking it was a spell or something.

“What kinds of food do you serve in your guild hall?” she inquired, taking a sip of the drink in her hands. “I think something with cheese or chocolate might accompany this whiskey quite nicely. If you make anything with cinnamon, though, I may eat it all,” she added, a devilish smile crossing her face.

Notes: None!