There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
As far as Vandrad was concerned, this was a day off. Though that still required him to fill out paperwork for Fairy Tail, that was hardly a chore to the ace. Paperwork didn’t bother him like it bothered other people; he found it relaxing. And since he didn’t have Mercury constantly chirping in his ear about one thing or another, he could focus up and get his work done in a timely fashion. After that, he could return to his crafting station and continue development on some of his projects.
It was as such that the former prince also didn’t really register anyone passing by. Plenty of Fairy Tail members made their way past the staff door and a few of them even greeted him as they went. They were all met with grunts of recognition but nothing more. The armor-clad ace was fully focused and had no intention of being distracted by mere passing conversations. Luckily, most people understood that about him now and didn’t make a big deal out of it.
Then there was the likes of Saffron. He, once again, didn’t pay her much mind, sensing her signature magical aura as it went on its way. He imagined that she was going out on a job or out with someone else or whatever -- the blonde was always going out and about when she wasn’t training with him or so he believed. Despite their newly crowned friendship, Vandrad didn’t claim to know everything about her or her activities during the day. But unlike everyone else, Saffron did not continue onward when she realized he was there. No, unsurprisingly, she felt the need to put on the brakes and turn to face him in the doorway, albeit in a comical manner as her head popped around the corner. A single eye rose from the document he was working on to look in her direction even before she greeted him and wondered what he was doing there. She theorized that he had been ‘ditched’ by the aliens.
Mercury was going with Hosrius and Grubar to meet up with a contact of the mercenaries. Apparently he had a connection to Maker and was determined to aid in their hunt for him. "No, I was invited along, as Maker attacked my family and, as such, it is considered a personal matter. But Mercury is more than sufficient enough to get the intel from their source. Besides, they alo spoke of actually attending the festival and I have no desire to do anything like that.” He’d been to one too many festivals as far as he was concerned, positive that he would be dragged to another one by Mercury sometime in the future. The opportunity to skip one mattered more to him than meeting a man from the cosmos to learn what little more they could about Maker and his schemes.
What he hadn’t anticipated was that another equally as demanding force would take up the reigns where they had fallen lax. Saffron announced, most likely without having really listened to anything he said, that it was the loss of Mercury, Grubar and Hosrius and that they would be going out. As she put it, she had no desire to remain stagnant and ‘bored’ when she could go and be active and mingle with the people of Magnolia. With that decision apparently made, she patted the door aggressively and went off. Vandrad scoffed in mock amusement. "Bold of you to assume that you have any means of making me go anywhere,” he muttered.
But of course, he’d forgotten that he had given her ammo, the fool he was. She hadn’t even made it fully down the hall before she called out and informed him that if he opted against coming, she would tell Mercury about their freshly minted friendship. His hand froze mid-stroke of his pen and he closed his eyes and groaned. It was a conundrum; on the one hand, it didn’t really matter whether she told Mercury or not. It would come out eventually; some flagrant use of free ammunition to benefit herself in amusement, no doubt.
Yet at the same time, he could only imagine the kind of torture Mercury would put him through now. And between dealing with it in the present or far in the future, all he could do was say a little prayer for his future self. Sighing indignantly, he finished his sentence on the paperwork and closed the folder. It was annoying and he would have to come up with a suitable punishment for her after the fact. But with a groan he got to his feet and closed the door to the office. As he walked after her, he scoffed again as he spoke up to her. "Sooner or later you’re going to misfire on that particular piece of information and then you won’t have your advantage anymore.”