[center][h3][color=E6000B]Mae Sangreveld[/color][/h3][/center]
[b]Fenix Tear’s Fiore Base[/b] [sub][s]or is it?[/s][/sub]

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After another unsuccessful attempt, Mae had to retell miss Dragneel she needed an actual alchemist, even better a [i]healer[/i], Ethernano poisoning is a serious concern. Yet Survataen seemed was unable to reason or read, it was difficult to tell which was more likely. So Mae continued trying her at best mediocre lacrimation skills to soothe her condition, to no avail.

Just because you pick up [i]a bit[/i] of every skill after a few centuries it doesn’t mean you’re a master at any, and the Sangreveld’s knowledge of poisons? Have little to do with sheer Ethernano poisoning, especially at this magnitude.

Anyway, this new failure was honestly expected. Mae decided to shrug and leave to meet the [i]new arrivals[/i], leaving a sign in the air for miss Dragneel ‘[color=E6000B]You should call a healer of yours, a real healer[/color]’

The introductions would go as one expects, the band was messy and chaotic as Fenix Tear’s usual, but only partially in a good way.

Something seemed wrong, and indeed something was shifting, more accurately everything was shifting and phasing in a new dreamy haze. Yet somebody must be in control of this unbridled anarchy. Mae found herself… [i]back in time?[/i] Not quite but seemingly so. The only one with such a temporal capability would be Ifrit, but it wouldn’t make sense for him to pull these pointless pranks. It’s more like… [i]something Mio might do.[/i]

[i]Let’s be done with this already failed experiment then.[/i]
She stepped back from Survataen again to leave, with another air writing this time around ‘[color=E6000B]I have to find a midget, then be back to you[/color]’

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