The young man had meant to enter the Magnolia-based guild hall hours ago. In fact, it was the whole reason he’d come to the town. However, as soon as he’d neared Fairy Tail’s building, a thief had run past him clutching a stolen guitar case. The altruistic scientist couldn’t resist using his special gauntlets to beat up the man and take the item back, and from there on had been an adventurous side-track. He’d made a new friend, had a meal, and generally helped the homeless girl get back on her feet before he was able to get back to his own intentions.
As he pushed the door open and entered the office-like building, he felt his nerves starting to twist and sucked his busted lip from his fight earlier into his mouth. A non-mage joining a mage guild wasn’t common. People like him usually joined a merchant guild like Love & Lucky, especially being an already wealthy member of the Dagger family. Fact was, he wasn’t interested in making more money. He made plenty as the head of the Dagger Corp. research department. He wasn’t bored since he had plenty of research and work to do. He loved inventing things, learning things. However, one thing he could make no progress in was acquiring his own magic, and this lead him to try an new tactic. Maybe if he immersed himself into a guild of mages, he would eventually uncover a new avenue to investigate. Percy was desperate for magic. He’d try anything.
Besides, he’d always wanted to join a guild. As a little kid he’d dreamed of being a Rune Knight, or maybe a rough and rowdy hero from a big guild! His dreams had been crushed, but the younger Dagger wasn’t one to give up. While he surrounded himself with magic, he could take jobs with his guild mates as a hobby, have a little fun. Meet some new people. Make some friends. The social and fun aspects of his life were sorely lacking, so this seemed like the perfect solution. His only concern was if they’d actually allow someone like him to join or not.
“H-Hello?” he stammered out, nervously adjusting his navy coat’s fur hood that the draft from the door had thrown askew. Actually, now that he was inside, he found his clothing rather uncomfortable. The gray turtleneck sweater seemed like it would rather strangle him than let him join. Maybe this was a bad idea. Percy’s body already angled back toward the door, as if he might escape before anyone saw him.