I DON'T WANNA KILL SANTA! [Winter Wonderhell Event | Sorano, Althea, Noheme, Mythica]

Job Info:

So… the snow just began falling down. Mura was genuinely not ready for this weather - after having celebrated the Fairy Festival not too long ago, this was a sudden event. However, he had seen it before; last year, same merry spirit roaming around. He hadn’t forgotten just how excited people were for this event. It almost put the Fairy Festival in a bad light… but it was okay. Simply, around this time of the year, who would expect so many festivities to take place? He thought that he was quite a festive type (which was utter untrue and pure falsehood). If he recalled it correctly, this festivity was known among the citizens as…

Christmas.

Merry Christmas! People used to greet him like that, wishing him the best holiday of the year. As he walked across the street, he took all the colors in and realized just how eager that the people of Magnolia had been for this event to take place - and for once, he was himself. No weird moon pollen was falling down, and at times, he would grab the hilt of his katana just in case. He really hated what happened back then… please, it mustn’t happen again. He would spawn a ton of gold from dust to prevent it from happening again.

Funny enough, Mura also had another holiday in mind… or rather, it was a tradition that he was sadly late to commend, but he decided to make it up by doing it today. He wasn’t strolling across the street only to buy Christmas decoration; he was also deciding where to release his wishlist. You see, there was a special tradition in Midi where people wrote their deepest wishes onto pieces of paper - a so-called ‘Flying Wish Paper’ as they translated it here in Fiore. One had to write down what he desired the most… and just finding out what exactly Mura wanted to write down was a hazard on his own. He was only comfortable talking about it back at home earlier today with his spirit companions.

“If it’s your deepest desires, then you shouldn’t hold back! A new year full of relieving your sexual desires is sufficient!!!”
“Isn’t there anything out in this world more important for him than that?”
“Y-You listen here, Zirconis! This is his wish! His! He can wish for whatever his heart desires, so he should listen to it! Besides, we both think alike; I can read his thoughts like a twin, and I can see what he wants deep inside…!”
“*sigh*… He does have things other than perverted, sentient urges that he can relieve in other ways. What about… I don’t know, wish for a flourishing time in Fairy Tail? Hope for an even more successful festival next year? Bless your guildmates with good luck and strength? If this little trick actually works, then you should think about it before writing down on that piece of paper…”
“Yes, he could also just wish for himself to get stronger. I bet you’d be more delighted by that, wouldn’t you?”
“Listen, it’d at least help him more in the long run than any of your suggestions-“
“Strength or fondling! What does your heart desire, Mura?!”

… Remembering that conversation, it just made the shaman realize that he had no idea what to wish for at the moment. It wasn’t even a general thing to do in Christmas - there were many other traditions and plays that took a part of this merry holiday. The mistletoe, the risalamande, Santa Claus was everywhere - did he have to do this Midian thing all on his own?

Well…

At least, he chose a good place - rather, the only place that hadn’t been covered in Christmas lights. He needed an open, calm area to release his wish paper… and uh, damn, he felt dumbfounded. “Why… I mean, dumb question, but does a graveyard suffice?” Mura asked Kyuken and Zirconis. “Well, yes. You could wish for the fallen ones to find peace,” Kyuken replied with an actual suggestion. Thank god. “Oh yeah, good idea-“ Mura was about to compliment him, but… as a shaman, he was able to see the fallen souls in the grounds already resting peacefully. This place was a graveyard for nice souls, and they patiently awaited angels and holy entities to take them to their final resting place.

That also meant that such a wish would be insignificant.

Sitting up on a rock sign, Mura eyed up in the dark atmosphere. It turned dark pretty quickly here in the late months of the year - nighttime felt like kicking in after 4 pm. He had to come up with some wish to send out, and then he would go back to Magnolia and celebrate this interesting Christmas holiday. “Hmpf…” Mura was in deep thought and slid down the boulder that he had sat on, leaning his back against it and looking up at the gloomy sky. Please don’t let it rain down with some black dust again. “… I do make myself clear, don’t I? My suggestion is the last resort, and you’ve run out-“ Kyuken blabbered proudly only to be stomped by an angry Zirconis. “No! No way in heaven or hell are we going to waste a granting wish on your fetishes!” he roared at the samurai ghost. It was never confirmed whether the Flying Wish Paper would come true or not… most likely not in this case, since Mura had missed the actual time of the event several months ago.

Did that mean that he was unable to get his wish granted?! That thought quickly won more space in his head as he began sweating. “… Nah, I’m panicking over nothing… nothing at all…” he tried to ensure himself to lower his pulse. He had come this far for a flying wish paper, and no matter what the result of his little, childish ‘grant my wish’ thing, then he would see it to the end…

About papers, another one suddenly spawned into the area above him. Mura’s eyes swiftly darted towards a small, blue magic circle with the Magic Council’s insignia as a rolled paper fell down. He graced it with his hand and sated his curiosity by opening the roll and take a look at what the Magic Council had sent to him. Were they keeping an eye on him? Did he gain extra duties as a Wizard Saint? Or was this just a ‘Merry Christmas’ message sent to everyone? Upon reading the content of this paper, Mura realized that it was a warning and a call for all mages in Fiore to respond. A new threat was near…

Wasn’t it the third time this year? Mura could have sworn that invasions arrived and departed in the blink of an eye. The only differences were the seasons, the descriptions of these… uh, creatures, and the preferred resolve to be a diplomatic solution. Upon reading that specific key word ‘diplomatic’, a certain small, black-haired Guildmaster with a keen sense of word articulation popped up in his head. She would be the perfect partner! If successful, she could likely just talk the invaders to submission - he had seen that ability of hers firsthand.

“I better go find her… and everyone else.”

WC: 1216

Mura slid down the large tombstone with the scroll in his hand and looked forward. From his position, the fiery, lit-up festivities in Magnolia opened up for him and sent thousands of light dots to his vision. Despite the black, clouded sky, one wouldn’t easily assume that it was late in the day due to entire streets being clear and bright by the decorations. It was such a beautiful town… maybe these invaders found it beautiful too? That could explain their continuous attempts at popping in from magical portals at a moment’s notice. “… I haven’t even eaten yet,” he complained to himself, “… Nothing’s happened yet. Good, we should go to downtown before any of these ‘elves’ arrive.” Kyuken and Zirconis nodded in response, and the three entities made their way down the hill towards the more crowded parts of Magnolia Town. The scroll was stashed down into the pocket of his pants for a later purpose.

For now, no weird magic circles popped up in Magnolia, though… and people appeared to have just as much fun as they had been having the entire week. These threats would likely prove to be more… uh, somewhat more sentient than Mura was used to. It would make sense to negotiate with them if they proved to be capable of thinking rationally. According to the scroll, the descriptions of these were following; elves, polar bears, Christmas trees and one, huge, red-coated elder that resembled a fabled person known as Santa Claus. Whether if it was the real Santa Claus or not - it didn’t bother Mura too much, given that he knew nothing about this tradition or its myths and legends. He was probably going to treat this Santa Claus like any other if he meant harm to this town.

“… No screams-“
“That’s in our favor. Besides, if they show up now with evil intent, it would be catastrophic.”
“But where are they?! If they want to do anything, at least show themselves! Such lack of honor is laughable…!”

“… Oh, Kyuken, they might still have honor,” Mura suggested to him as the shaman pointed to the distance. It was near the Kardia Cathedral, a benevolent building and hotspot in Magnolia very close to their guild house. By the look of it, the magic circle was very discreet, but it soon lit up as colorful as the decorations across the streets in contrast to its previous, transparent fashion. Just like many other magic circles, it looked stylish with its edges and paintings of Christmas-themed objects such as bells, antlers, squares and bulbs. However, as festive as that looked, Mura was yet to even try to relate it to a merry Christmas spirit that he lacked so much of. Instead, he saw it as a threat and warning, in which he faded away from his previous position with only a faint, fading afterimage of himself in the start of his sprint.

The giant, magic circle that could be seen from anywhere in Magnolia - as long as you were outside and free to watch the sky - brightened up even more as a signal that it was activating something. He dashed across the streets with his hair and coat bristling backwards by the speed, but he soon braked his movement and found himself stand a few meters from the entrance to Kardia Cathedral. Silhouettes of strange entities manifested on the surface under the magic circle, slowly revealing the presences of a group of elves. They were accompanied by polar bears and large, living trees… but that did leave one person’s presence out of the equation for now. Looking at them… they did look a little goofy. Those elves looked like they chose the wrong colors, since the magic circle and all decorations in town were nothing like the clothes that they wore.

“G-Goblins? Onis? Onis… yes, I believe that they’re onis!”
“Or dwarves - they’re so small!”
“I’ve never seen those weapons before… what kind of metal are they made of?”

Mura eyed the weird canes and spears that each elf possessed. Upon a single glance, his serious attitude descended further; those were of the same fashion as the candy canes that could be bought in the nearest jewel shop. Did they wield candy as weapons? He didn’t feel any pure, elemental affinities to them, so it must’ve been the case. Mixtures of water, metal, wood and earth in such delicate, planned-out, detailed formations to make up candy was sensed.

The group turned left from him and began marching whilst readying their canes. In fright, Mura quickly waddled in front of the group. “Wait, hold up…!” he warned them to stop in their tracks - hopefully, they would be able to listen and understand what he was about to say, “I don’t know who you are or where you came from… but people are enjoying their holidays, and the last thing we want is another defense role.” As he spoke, two polar bears sniffed the air and walked about, and as Mura was about to stop the bears in their track with his Elemental Magic, one of the elves spoke up:

“This is our duty as Santa’s elves; we’ll take over this town, and you will all die!”
“*spitting face* That’s so dumb! Santa would never ask of any of that!”
“Says you. Shut up, you know nothing.”

And with that, Mura might have given up on the negotiating part. So much for trying to get on even terms with elves. It was good that so many arrived at once at the same place, but watching them approach him was intimidating. Those polar bears looked ferocious enough to tear down the gates and walls of Magnolia all by themselves. People around them saw the commotion, and upon eyeing the shaman, Mura spoke up: “Okay, okay, whatever reason you may have or not, it doesn’t matter… actually, your attempts don’t matter at all-“

He was getting too confident by now due to the déjà vu that erupted from the word ‘invasion’. He needed to take advantage of the situation, somehow. “L-Let me speak with your boss, then! I’m sure I can talk some sense into him, unlike you weird candy warriors,” Mura suggested, in which some elves began to chuckle. They took him for a joke, really.

… They won’t take me serious at all!
To be fair, Mura, you’ve never done well with words. You’re good at receiving them, though…
If you mean receiving lectures, seductions, trolls, traps, dry blabber and words of vengeance…
Where’s Sorano? If she can get on even terms with Santa Man, then we can probably stop all of this and enjoy our holidays.
Maybe she saw the magic circle earlier? Just wait it out…

“… Wait, your name’s Mura, right?” one of the elves spoke up as it held a piece of paper, “You’re on our list! Here you go!” A gift was pushed over to the shaman, and he did know of these decorated boxes… but what kind of list did they mean? He worryingly stepped a few feet back from it, but the other elves choked under their chuckles. In a moment’s notice, the box was opened and revealed a dazzling light…

WC: 1207
TWC: 1216 + 1207 = 2423

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Ouch! That came out of nowhere, that bludgeoning pain from the so-called ‘gift’ of theirs. Mura was pushed back a few meters and kept his foothold, however, as the pain slowly faded away. Darn those annoying, little gremlin-looking onis slash elves, he wouldn’t let them play around with him like that! “W-What was that for?!” he asked them shockingly. “Oh no, they’re on the attack! Mura, let’s just push them out of Magnolia in this instant!” Kyuken suggested as the blue samurai ghost flew up to Mura’s face.

Zirconis had eyed someone else when Kyuken convinced Mura to go on the offense. The person whom the shaman awaited had arrived at last, Sorano. Their Guildmaster was a master of communication in his conviction, a true wielder of speech leveled up to 100. She could probably convince Kyuken to become an eunuch, that was how effective her vocal powers had impressed him in the past. Therefore, it was more than relieving to see her by his side as this gimmick might have caught the attention of various wizards in the town. “About time, Sorano,” he spoke to her, “Negotiation doesn’t go along with me… even though I’d prefer sleeping rather than scaring.”

In truth, many people just wanted a break right now. A fresh breath of air from all the invasions in the past, and Mura was included. To be fair, he considered going all out if it lessened the time that it would take to nullify the hostility of these elves, whether if it was through kicking them out to where they belonged or to convince them with fear or trickery or whatever. They didn’t even seem to be that smart… and he sure didn’t relate them to Christmas at all anymore. Just what kinds of elves would kill people for Christmas? Wouldn’t that mean that every naughty person in the world had to die at Christmas? Nah, that was surreal and ridiculous. They wouldn’t enjoy Christmas at all if that was the case.

There must have been more to it than even he knew. That much, he hunched from his curious belly. Sorano began talking to them now in her distinct articulation with a confident, formal stance to ensure everyone that she was business. It would have convinced Mura to take things easy… but that was too subjective. Of course, he would be swayed; he was her guildmate. However, the elves were more stubborn than he thought, and they quickly casted away Sorano’s words with threats. They were thirsty for killing, and the one speaking wouldn’t wait to lunge his candy cane sword at Sorano’s neck…

J-Just what did they expect? That she would be taken down so easily? They were clearly out of the Fairy Tail Wizards’ league.

Gladly, the amount of Fairy Tail Wizards increased from two to three with Althea’s arrival from above. She must have been nearby and saw the spectacle herself. Mura needed not to turn around just to see her - she was as apparent in the field as she always was. “I hope the same for you, Althea,” Mura replied to her in relief. His gaze went back to the elves who were facing a powerful force.

“… Mhm,” Mura hummed silently as he heard Sorano’s voice inside his head. She must have been talking to him telepathically… an ability that he didn’t recall her having in the first place. Delightful. Say no more, Sorano. My magic is incapable of killing living beings… unless if I decide so, he mentioned back to her in his own head, hoping that the telepathic link was still active. He hadn’t noticed Sorano ending the message right after sending that question, but his confident smile was enough of an answer for action. Surprisingly, Sorano went in with an attack before the two others did so. In the heat of her auric burst that curved around him and Althea, Mura called for the Dragon Slayer: “These are still elves of Christmas, Althea! Remember that, but you know what to do!” She was likely itching for a fight, so Mura would deliver the message to her and hope that she became aware of how much he had paid attention to her fierce nature. It was classy for a Dragon Slayer, but was it that stereotypical in the end? Had he misjudged her?

She was still his mentee, that much was clear to him. That fact was fundamental to the loyal Fairy Tail Ace.

One of the elves approached Sorano afterwards as the first one was pushed back. Mura equipped both Harusame and Futsu no Mitama, but before his magic manifested, a blast hit the lately aware elf on his torso and sent him flying back to his crew of Christmas crashers. That was when another entity revealed her presence, and Mura recognized her quickly. It was nice to see her aid the defense in Magnolia too, given that she usually fared in outer reaches of Fiore. However, her quote…

“D-Don’t ruin Christmas, please…”

Now the group was four. Mura wouldn’t let the others have all the action time, in which he manifested his newly improved spell, Battle Control. Harusame changed form due to Kyuken’s soul running through it, enlarging its size by a little compared to the monster-sized spirit swords that Mura were able to conjure in the past. However, plates of armor manifested around Mura’s back and left side too, while a purple case protected Futso no Mitama. It was like a weapon and a shield-armor-hybrid at the same time.

A group of elves jumped out to grab Mura and stab him down with their candy swords. A Christmas Tree and a polar bear followed suit. Previously, Mura’s left side was busy holding the red dagger, but with Zirconis’ help, he manifested a green dragon head that functioned as a left hand. With its large jaw, he grabbed the entire gang of elves that targeted him, and thus he sent them back with a Jade Dragon’s Breath.

… Fluffy! He heard ‘fluffy tail’ and knew that Eris had arrived too. It was just unfair for the elves, now. And her spear cut through the sound barrier, too, if you asked him; the sound was sharp and instantly severing. She didn’t seem to be in that much of a good spirit. Maybe the elves pissed her off just like they annoyed him and the others?

The Christmas Tree that later began to crawl with its roots towards Eris got carved by Harusame on Mura’s right side as its auric slashes went right through and left no physical changes to the tree. However, it was just as spirited as the others, and it decided to fall to the ground and drop another gift. Mura’s eyes followed the gift as it approached Mythica, in which he warned her: “Mythica, watch out…!” He was too late, however, as another light emerged from the box. She was caught inside of it as well.

Mura’s angered gaze returned to the elves when he suddenly had a very strong realization. When the light faded away, he turned around once more to convince himself that he hadn’t imagined it himself… and a moment after his eyes were laid on the gun wizard’s lack of clothes in the cold weather, seeing the snowflakes softly land on her exposed skin, his nose released a trail of blood along with Kyuken’s face appearing on one of the armor plates whose nose released a jet of ghost blood - ectoplasm - that pushed Mura forward like a small rocket. Why was she naked? This was the first time that he had seen a girl naked so close to him - magazines didn’t count, and it was actually true that Mura never peeped in women’s bathes or anything like that. That was Kyuken’s hobby.

The elves laughed out loud, clearly more entertained in the comical sense than aroused by her nudity. It triggered Mura as he merely held up a hand, causing the snow beneath their feet to rise up in a huge wave that pushed the entire group of elves, polar bears and the remaining Christmas Trees away, burying most under the white layers. Zirconis laughed with the Jade Dragon Head on Mura’s left arm. “HAHAHAHAHA! And I never thought that anyone else in this world saw battles in the same light as me!” the dragon let out almost triumphantly, “To leech a person off their dignity and ensuring any opening! I’ll take my hat off for that!”

WC: 1419
TWC: 2423 + 1419 = 3842