Dark Skies Over Surprises

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Feet quietly walked over farmland, a small child quietly walking ahead. The mixed blood had thought this would be a good first job to do with his mentee. Picking pumpkins for a good cause should be easy, but still plenty of work. It would also be good for building morals, even if the good was only for adding food and decorations for a party. This was the elders plans for things, which was why they were there in the first place. The farmland, like ones in other countries lacked a lot of people. The two had walked quiet a bit. William may have been walking ahead now, but they had been in the elder Omaras arms resting for most of the way there. "Alright Rhyolo, we're here. Our job is to pick and collect pumpkins For the big upcoming Halloween party." The autumn weather was a bit weird, but easy to dismiss. Strange rolling dark clouds that darkened the sky, a chill in the air. There was something calming about seeing farms for long stretches of land and this wasn't a job that had included battles or dangers listed. There was no wonder Haraka wasn't suspicious, until a certain clam spat a poison dart. Nothing better to point out a swarm of crows coming to attack better than one of them getting struck by a defense weakening poison dart. The child stepped closer to his parental figure before changing into his tiny clam form. They flew towards their parent, quickly tucking themselves under a piece of their shirt. Well that was strange, but that was fine. Jobs can be strange, sometimes involving far more than the description hinted at. Should he try to take care of this?

But large numbers had never been the mans forte and this was an entire swarm. Well, at the least he should do something. "It looks like we'll need to fight a bit first. Are you okay with that? Lets minimize any damage to the farmland that battle might do. A farmers crops are how they make their living." He would try to fix any damage they do after this was all over, but that wasn't the point. Trying to think of a good way to minimize damage, the half ice dragon used solstice slumber. A cold essence left his body as a thin layer of ice begun to coat the ground. This was before a thick layer of snow fell all over the ground. The birds seemed to start falling asleep, the swarm falling to the ground from the spell. Was that the end of things? Apparently not. How did that make things worse? The crows begun to fuse together and started to fuse together. He was far more than a little surprised, that being apparent on the mans expression. Defeating something or not was certainly not unusual, but it was the first time he defeated something that instead became something even worse after. What do you even do with that? Breathe, calm down. That's what he internally chided himself with, the shock soon fading away.

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Rhyolo was bit excited and a tad bit anxious for this job. This would have marked the first of several things for him. This would be his first job since he was brough back to life. The firat job since he was promoted to beibg a c classed mage. The first job he was taking since he had rejoined the west fiore trading company. His first job with his new magic. As well as his first job with his first true mentor, Haraka. As they would walk toward the field he woul feel a bit discouraged as this job seemed a bit to easy to him, picking pumpkins. Deep down he kind of wanted to docombat but he would accept this as it made his life a bit easier. The fall weather would have been a silghtly chilly wind with gray clouds overcasting the sky. This seemed it would be a normal pumpkin harvesting, that was untill the red headed child haraka called his son would spit something out that seemed harmful. He then watched Wiliam turn into a clam as they flew to the half demon and hid in his master's clothing.  This behavior was something new , Rhyolo would think that something had disturbed william and that danger was near. Rhyolo would smirk a bit as haraka spoke to him. He was glad this job wouldn't be just your average visit to the pumpkin patch. As the mentor would advise him not to create much damage he would nod as he would prepare himself, feeling slightly more powerful than usual as haraka was there, being a demon hybrid. "Understood. If things get too bad we can always call in a favor from our resident garderner." He would then look to where he saw william spit his projectile as he narrowed his eyes.

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If anyone was good at making a cold day even cooler it would be the half ice dragon. Not feeling cold while standing in snow wasn't always a bonus the person could always claim though. It was only gained after the giant hole in his soul had been patched up. After that the mixed blood had been left with a magic that was either gained through the dragon half of his soul being complete again, or the actual slayer properties in the lacrima used for the medical procedure. It hadn't been something Haraka had done out in the open back then. His medical file was still very much hidden in their own room and kept to them self, completely untranslated from the ancient language it was written in. The sensation of the soul mending such a large missing area had been a painful process to say the least, the pain killers taken at the time not helping nearly as much as the person had hoped. Things had changed since the elder Omaras was a new member, even if the medical file being tucked away and untranslated wasn't one of those changes. He was now someone who could stand in the dark cold to not feel bothered by the thick layer of snow put there by the doctor himself. The crows of course had been put to sleep by the very spell that had put snow below their feet. That sleep had caused the flock to fall top their deaths in a deep slumber. It would be eternal for most creatures, but it certainly hadn't been for all of them. This wasn't something new at this point, the monster before them that was certainly most definitely no longer a crow. Now feeling well adjusted to the strange situation, the half demon decided to reach into his own chest.

Not a drop of blood graced the fabric of his clothing, nor any signs of damage to the flesh. This didn't stop the hand from sneaking under the fabric and briefly vanishing within. The limb pulled from inside, now holding a heart sized lantern with his fingers by the handle. It felt as cool as ever to hold, its dim blue light illuminating the darkened area around them. Now was a good time to give Rhyolo a chance to pick his own actions, even as the creature roared and charged. "Would you like a light in the area? Do you want me to take this down, or do you want a chance to fight it yourself?"

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