Wedding Town Terror (Lunatic/Nadarr)

Yuzuki Faerydae was in a good mood today. She was well-fed, well-watered, and had spent a week away from the guild, meaning she hadn’t had to see one of those fumbling idiots she called guildmates in quite a while. While the mountain was certainly a lovely place with a clear view of the stars and moon at night, allowing her to recharge her magic with ease, that did nothing when she didn’t have anything particularly fun to do. Instead, it was in urban areas, or any city, really, that she could truly do what she enjoyed. Hosenka, while a peaceful, small, spa town, was a place the semi-fey often liked to frequent due to the particularly rich customers that hung around the area. When performing her thieving tasks, the woman always struck gold while here.

Today, however, she was not here for thievery. Instead, Yuzuki was here on a job request. It seems she must have done so well last time in completely wrecking a poor couple’s wedding that these randos decided to invite her again. What exactly had she done last time…? She tilted her head, trying to recall the memories. Yet when she did, a scowl spread across her face. Right. She’d done that with…him. From her position up in a tree, the semi-fey angrily kicked out at a branch, her mood suddenly dropping. “Fallen angel and his bullshit…hope he’s rotting someplace nasty about now,” she muttered, her face screwing up at the thought of Azurius.

But alas, she was here on business, and probably shouldn’t delay any longer. Leaning forward, the woman rolled off the branch, invisible wings spreading out behind to slow her fall as she landed on the grass below. Checking the location of their meetup, Yuzuki pushed herself off the ground, jumping across the roofs until she made her way to the center of the city.

Almost instantly, her eyes would fall upon the form of the tall, pink-haired woman sitting on a bench. That was probably the Sarisha lady. Was the other guy late or something? Yuzuki shook her head, and leapt off her current roof to land on the ground. If he didn’t show up, she was more than confident that the two of them could easily take care of the situation. Hell, Yuzuki herself could probably wreck the wedding with absolute ease, and have more fun than having the others dragging her down. You never knew when you might get paired with a real bore – it had certainly happened before.

The semi-fey made her way over to the bench, and let her hands rest upon her hips. “’Scuse me missus, does this strike any form of recognition in your brain?” The moonfire mage unfolded the job form, dangling it in front of Sarisha. While it seemed like a risky move to make, Yuzuki was very confident in her escape skills. If the woman turned out to not be her partner (unlikely) she could always turn tail and flee.


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Instantly, Sarisha responded with a sharp bite in her voice. It was easy to see that this was not a woman who was in a good mood. Starting off by insulting Yuzuki for her apparent age, the other mage was not starting this relationship off in the greatest manner. The lunatic could tell she was in for one hell of a talk, and thus plopped down rather rudely on the bench as well. However, Sarisha responded by standing up, looking down at her in an obvious act of intimidation. Definitely not something the Yuzuki took kindly to, especially not after that quip about her guild.

“Well fuck you too bitch, I don’t like the herd of cowards I’m in any more than you do, got that? So no, I ain’t representing no wolves, I’m here for myself and myself only.” The semi-fey tossed her head, flipping overgrown bangs out of her face. See, Yuzuki was by no means a fearless person. She constantly allowed herself a healthy amount of fear in all situations, ensuring that she never placed herself in a situation where she got too comfortable. Comfort caused her to let down barriers, and that would be a fatal mistake for the street thief. However, the constant state of fear meant that the woman was also able to look at any number of terrifying things in the face without showing it. Fear became her friend and companion, something she easily came to terms with in situations like these.

Before Yuzuki could answer her partner’s question though, the church that they were supposed to wreak some havoc in would flare up in a burst of flames, distinct magical force emanating from the disaster. “Well that certainly answers your question, hm? As pleasant as this exchange is, our lovely partner doesn’t seem to be in the mood.” With that, Yuzuki catapulted herself through the air without another glace at the pink-haired woman, launching herself into view of the flaming church. Not a single name was exchanged throughout the brief talk, but such was the nature of this semi-fey’s personality. Chaos now reigned supreme, with fire and screams and alarms filling the air around her. As the cloud of noise dulled her senses, Yuzuki quickly realized that there would be no easy way to track down whoever this third teammate was. Not considering that the bad-tempered fox lady or whatever would already have established a connection with him, she did the first thing that came to mind.

Calling forth the lunar energy stored in the trail of tattoos that decorated her arm, Yuzuki summoned a handful of silver threads, sending them up into a pillar to the sky. With a leap, she rode the rush of moonfire, rising high up into the air like a silver comet. “Oi Mr. Arsonist, you ever heard of some goddamn communication? Maybe next time use more finesse than blasting the place to bits! God, what an amateur. Anyways, haul your ass over here – you better help clean up this fucking mess you made!” With that loud and obvious declaration, hopefully her message would meet the simpleton who had done that. See, although Yuzuki was very much in favor of being dramatic, such a drastic fire left very little chance for individual fun, building up fun events to ruin their day before sending everything to hell. But oh well – she could improvise.

With those final words, Yuzuki let the pillar blast her back towards the ground, almost landing her right on top of a screaming bridesmaid. Almost without thought, the semi-fey sliced her spear easily through her frilly bodice, relishing in the sight of crimson blood staining the pristine cloth. With the heat of the flames fanning her adrenaline, and the taste of blood upon her spear, this mage was ready to get to work.


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