The Poison Douchebags Final Stand

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    The Poison Douchebags Final Stand

    Post by Atuzite Fumus on 8th November 2018, 8:18 pm

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    Yea. I'll make my mark; just give me time and all your money.
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    Atuzite Fumus the man who has seen some shit, now stands on the steps to the Fairy Tail guild hall, the first guild that he felt he could fit into until he basically betrayed them and left the guild. It has been six months since anyone had seen Atuzite, he took alot of time recovering from some crazy events, and thinking. He now stood on Fairy Tail's doorstep now for basically suicide. He plans on simply talking to the guild for now before getting down to business. He felt Fairy Tail would be the perfect place for him to make his final stand and die honorably by their hands. He took off his mask that was hiding his scarred face from the public, he frowned thinking of the last time he had been at this guildhall. Back then everything was so easy he had friends, he had Dreogan his pet snake, he had relationship's, most importantly he had a home then he threw it all away to join Savage Skull. That's what started it all. He joined Savage Skull, Attacked Crystal Swan, Got shot at by a Crystal Swan Guild Master, Dreogan Died, He was imprisoned for a few days, and finally became apart of Nightmare. Now came the final chapter, it was time for his story to end and what better place for it to end then the place it started. He then walked up to the guildhall door and knocked loudly assuming that the place still had the same loud atmosphere it had when he left before waiting for a response.
    Its time to end Atuzite everyone get their tissues ready :(. For real any FT may interact in this topic lets have some fun shall we Atuzite's final stand begins shortly
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    Re: The Poison Douchebags Final Stand

    Post by SeaGlass on 9th November 2018, 3:21 am

    5 Year Old Arcadia:


    Little Arcadia should've known that wizard of Magnolia theatre star, Lina Reese, wouldn't have used his body morphing spell at full power, not when he knew she only needed it for one night. She was disappointed to have returned to her younger than normal appearance. Was just too good to be true to not worry about it, even for just a week.

    There was no use sulking about it, so she turned back to the project notes she was gong over on her iLac. As Fairy Tail's newest ace, she wanted to show she took the responsibilities seriously. Also, she was rather excited for the serious hike in resources she could bring to bear in her endeavors to make Fairy Tail Productions more than just a hobby. She was certain, if she could pull it off, it would bring in lucrative new business for her guild.


    Taking a sip of her orange-mango slushie, edited a few previous notes, and deleted a few others she no longer needed or thought important. She slipped her iLac into it's specially sewn pocket in her dress when she heard someone at or coming through the grand doors. She didn't recognize the man. Maybe he was a potential new recruit? It wasn't too common of an occurrence, but they also seemed to come in waves. Yet something about him didn't smell right, the young slayer's picking up something she couldn't quite put her finger on.


    As a simple precaution, she called up her secret art of Refraction to displace an image of herself a few paces away from where she truly stood. If it turned out she was just being paranoid, than she could easily dismiss it without alarming the man. The little pale blonde slayer got her bare feet, and scampered to meet the man. She took a deep breath to push past her nerves of speaking to a stranger, and offered a warm smile. The little slayer also displayed the solid, light sparkly blue Fairy Tail mark on her forearm assure the man this little girl was really a member who could help. "Hey there! I'm Arcadia Fairchilde of Fairy Tail. May I help you?"


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    Re: The Poison Douchebags Final Stand

    Post by Atuzite Fumus on 10th November 2018, 4:12 pm

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    Atuzite pushed open the doors himself as no one opened it for him. His eyes would begin to dart around the room taking in it's details for the fist time in months. A smile would cross his face as he remembered all the moments he had at this place. It would quickly fade as the girl approached to make sure to keep up his image. It was almost out of instinct as Atuzite took in everything about the girl that he would begin to rate her threat level and what it would take to kill her. His assassin skills never fail him even to this day it seems. He would move these thoughts away though, this was neither the time or the place. With the girls high sense of smell she could probably smell multiple strange scents coming off Atuzite. To a slayer such as Arcadia he reeked of smells associated with death such as blood. There were also faint scents on him like, the sweet smell of a stardust bullet, and a even fainter smell of the guild hall they were now standing in. As he would spot her guild mark he would think of his own that was on his right bicep for everyone to see. While it was for sure some sort of guild mark it wouldn't be easy to determine which guild it belonged to as multiple deep scars ran through it. His voice rang out across the guild hall trying to make it be heard above the ruckus the guild always seemed to be in "Seems this place has changed much, this place still looks like a orphanage with all these kids running around, now then the guild master or any aces around they would make this visit a lot more fun" These words were quite funny seeing as there was already a ace standing in front of him that he was completely oblivious to. He then spoke only to the girl mischievousness easily heard in his voice "Hello there Arcadia mind getting me the best drink this guild hall serves alcoholic or not I'm gonna need it". Like everyone else he met Atuzite thought he was better then Arcadia and could order her around for small tasks like this. Even with everything he has experienced he still is the douche bag he was when he left Fairy Tail.
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    Re: The Poison Douchebags Final Stand

    Post by SeaGlass on 11th November 2018, 2:35 am

    Her little nose twitched, the young slayer scenting the strange again. The scent of death and blood did nothing to alleviate the uneasy feeling she had about the man. She had pledged to keep an open mind about the darker nature of some of the jobs  that came Fairy Tail's way, they had looked past her own less than savory awakening to the present day. It was only fair. Open mind, however, did not mean ignoring red flags, and her nose was raising many of those.  She kept her image refracted a few steps from where she actually stood for now.

    Arcadia smiled, "You happen ta be looking at one. An ace. Master Sorano is the guildmaster. I can start your interview if you were looking to join or hear your proposal if you have a job for our guild to do. Though I will let the others know. Another ace or Master Sorano would let us do a more full interview or even deliberate on accepting your buesniess proposal. Uh if's just simple job you need done, I can take the info down and have it posted up on our job wall."


    The little slayer rolled her faerie green eyes at his air of superiority. Many wizards were full of themselves, it came with the territory.  Arcadia was more laid back than most also, so she didn't give much other reaction than that. She did offer another friendly smile, "The best stuff we got to drink would be the whole variety of juices.  Fairy Tail has the best juice in all of Fiore! My fave is a mix of watermelon-strawberry. Uhh maybe you'ld like some orange juice though. I can have the bar staff mix in something harder with it if you want. It'll just be a moment. Have a seat."

    Arcadia's image gestured to a nearby table, before scampering towrd the bar. The image never completely turned her back as she waved to the man while standing at the bar. It porbably confused the bar staff to have a silent Arcadia standing there, while an invisible real Arcadia made her way to the reception desk. Her young gaze never leaving the strangely smelling man. At the reception desk, she whispered to the fairies that ran it to alert Master Sorano, other aces and other giuldmates, of the stranger who smells like a funeral who may or may not want to join or may be trouble. She just might be needing some of that power of friendship stuff. As muc hof it they can lend.

    The real Arcadia invisbly hurried to join her image over by the bar, finally ordering the orange juice with alcoholic beverage of the man's choice, if any, added in. She smiled and thanks the bar staff, and whispered a little warning to them as well, before finally returning to thet able she had pointed to. Her image stood on the side farthest from him, and Arcadia gently slid the drink across the table.  Having her refracted image take a seat, Arcadia put a couple steps distance between herself and where her image had sat. "Sorry it took so long. New staff... Anyway, what's yer name, Mister? And what brings you to Fairy Tail?"


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    Re: The Poison Douchebags Final Stand

    Post by Atuzite Fumus Yesterday at 1:46 pm

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    Atuzite's eyes would seem to glow brighter as the girl told she was a ace now more interested in the girl. He would then act like he was ignoring the girl looking like he was caught up thinking about something. It was a strategy he had honed for getting away from questions he doesn't want to answer like these. He would then act like he zoned in as she asked about the drink shaking his head as to "break his dreamy state"."Yes orange juice with alcohol sounds great" he would then walk over to a closer table then what the girl intended and sat down. He stared at the girl right back interested in how the girl became a ace. These thoughts would quickly disappear as he started his plan. Without even moving he would start a frenzy thanks to his lineage Beast Pride birds would begin to dive through widows followed by squirrels, raccoons and other small animals swarming through any openings they could find. Soon the guild hall would most likely become a massive ruckus as the animals attacked everyone who Atuzite saw as an enemy which in this case was everyone beside himself. Using this as a distraction Atuzite would lift both his hands to his face and blow. A purple cloud would erupt forward from Atuzite catching most of the guild in his magic. Anyone caught in it would begin to show symptoms as if they had allergy's. Any C or lower mages/people would be too distracted by the symptoms and most likely die to the animals. These events all occurred while Arcadia and her fake were ordering his drink. They would be swallowed up and as well feel the symptoms of allergy but, on a lesser degree allowing them to fight and act normally with minor problems. While they would be able to see through the cloud easier then others it would still be difficult to see too far away from them making them unable to see Atuzite as animals would begin to attack the fake. Atuzite would then slip his gas mask over his mouth making him immune to the clouds effects before running into the gas. He would run through the gas looking for those who could still fight blindside them and knock them out. He would stand over an unconscious body which was currently being eaten alive by the animals yelling in a muffled voice "I, Atuzite Fumus is here to destroy as much as fairy tail as possible or die trying" If someone didn't do something soon alot of people were going to die.
    Let the final stand begin
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    Re: The Poison Douchebags Final Stand

    Post by SeaGlass Today at 12:37 am

    The little slayer cursed herself for taking her eye off the stranger for even one second. Her faerie green eyes watering over and her nose began to run as soon as she inhaled the rapidly expanding purple cloud. She sniffed as she turned and rubbed her nose. This guy called all the little critters of the East Forest to his aid. It seemed she wouldn't be able to wait for back up, though she still hoped against hope for it.

    This cursed purple haze made it difficult to see very far, and her keen nose was stuffed and runny as if it were ragweed-filled Spring. Winter would have something to say about that. Arcadia narrowed her faerie green eyes, and willed herself into Dragon Force. Her pale blond hair lightened to pure white, and her faerie green gaze turned crimson as an aura of icy mist chilled the air around her. So cold was this aura, that any living thing that drew too close was chilled to their bones, and could only move not quite half as fast as they could when warmer.

    Little Arcadia in Dragon Force:


    As soon as the forest creatures attacked her refracted image it dissipated back into the icy mist it had been created from being made of nothing but light bent by ice crystals in the mist. One of her favorite perks to Dragon Force she'd discovered as how she could splurge in spells that would normally drain her of magic power. For starters, she invoked dragon egg shaped shells of ice around the bar staff and the other vulnerables. The ice eggs were durable enough to withstand a couple hits from a mage of B rank, so she knew they should slow the horde of forest animals down.

    The crimson-eyed slayer invoked a raging blizzard that filled the space from bar to reception desk. Anyone not protected by her ice eggs, or the little slayer herself, would find it difficult to move through the bite of the swirling arctic, ice laced winds. It's bite to the health of those caught in its icy winds could seem laughable to the overconfident. It was the kind of cold that took its toll the longer one hung around in it, and the storm showed no signs of letting up. Anything small and below B-rank would certainly suffer the most.

    To distract any larger animals that manged to hold out or newly arriving ones, Arcadia crafted some of the icy winds and their ice crystals into misty puppets that were perfect visual copies of herself. Puppets that ran around to draw the animals attention. Some puppets even crawled in a gecko-lick manner up along the walls and the ceiling. Any of the little puppets of icy mist that the animals successfully attacked would be dissipated and returned to nothing.

    Little Arcadia's nose still ran and she could only see so far through the purplish mist that her room sized storm now stirred up. Even with her senses dulled by the environs, the barefoot mage could feel the vibrations of any footsteps or vibrations in the ground through the soles of her feet in a short distance from herself. She turned to see one raccoon, moving extra slowly. It managed one bite at her calf, and got itself punted into a wall for its trouble. When she felt footsteps big enough to belong to a human draw near, turned toward those vibrations, and unleashed a terrible roar, a whirling torrent of freezing mist and razor-ice shards quite a bit more deadly in the short run than the still raging ice storm. The roar also left behind a dangerously slippery sheen of ice on the floor.


    To escape another lingering raccoon, the little slayer transferred places with one of her puppets on the ceiling, leaving the stranger surrounded by copies of Arcadia. Her bare feet and hands froze her to the ceiling, while she hoped he didn't know which Arcadia was real.




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