I haven't read Fairy Tail for a long time...but hm...sorta depends on the whole 'message' of the Guild, doncha think?
Azure Dragon is always a strong choice though.
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I like Azure Blossom, but maybe we should make a name that works with the concept of having an animal/mythical beast related to each guild name as well.
Well, it has Irish in it, so quality is insured.
If there's a spot left, I'll offer my services and my undead abominations.
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It seemed like she hadn't messed up too badly with the baking then. After all, considering how four out of the five teammates showed their approval one way or the other to her pastry arts, Hu-Shi was fairly confident that her first impression was a success. It appeared that she may have been a little too thorough with her introduction though, because by that point, no one actually asked her any questions about herself. Ah well, that was fine. It wasn't like she needed to talk that much the first place. Nodding at the shady guy's statement regarding tea, before noticing that such a statement did not hold true for all those in the team, she made a mental note that the Tea Party was comprised of the shady male and herself, while the Coffee Team was made of the pale girl and the country star. Now she'll just have to figure out what beverages the Canadian and the secretary liked.
Probably something along the lines of maple syrup and tea? That sounded like a safe bet in the future. Even though maple syrup was getting a little too expensive for her tastes.
The Canadian didn't take a cookie, as well. Perhaps he was the lactose intolerant one of the group? Or maybe, being Canadian, he ONLY ate pastries made with maple syrup? Yeah, that was probably it. Taking a butter pecan cookie and nibbling on it delicately, if only because no one else was eating a butter pecan cookie, Hu-Shi savored the taste of her own baking, making sure that any spare crumbs fell into her open hand, so she could throw them into the garbage afterwards. It would be inconsiderate to whomever who has to clean up the living room if she went out of her way to dirty it, after all.
Maybe she was just trying too hard, but Hu-Shi didn't think much about it. Turning to the boss lady, the Chinese girl shook her head in response.
“No, sorry to say, but I'm not much of a dancer. The farthest I've gone was in square dancing back when I was in elementary school, and even then, it was embarrassingly bad compared to others.”
Oh wait, now she remembered what she had forgotten.
“Ah, and what's your name? I'd like to be able to call you by something other than a collection of adjectives, if possible.”
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END OF DAY 69
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Probably something along the lines of maple syrup and tea? That sounded like a safe bet in the future. Even though maple syrup was getting a little too expensive for her tastes.
The Canadian didn't take a cookie, as well. Perhaps he was the lactose intolerant one of the group? Or maybe, being Canadian, he ONLY ate pastries made with maple syrup? Yeah, that was probably it. Taking a butter pecan cookie and nibbling on it delicately, if only because no one else was eating a butter pecan cookie, Hu-Shi savored the taste of her own baking, making sure that any spare crumbs fell into her open hand, so she could throw them into the garbage afterwards. It would be inconsiderate to whomever who has to clean up the living room if she went out of her way to dirty it, after all.
Maybe she was just trying too hard, but Hu-Shi didn't think much about it. Turning to the boss lady, the Chinese girl shook her head in response.
“No, sorry to say, but I'm not much of a dancer. The farthest I've gone was in square dancing back when I was in elementary school, and even then, it was embarrassingly bad compared to others.”
Oh wait, now she remembered what she had forgotten.
“Ah, and what's your name? I'd like to be able to call you by something other than a collection of adjectives, if possible.”
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END OF DAY 69
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If he was leaving, his current thought process would be to take the ice pedestal along with him. XD
Posted. I like how she ignores the fact that Chrysanthemum is still standing there. Hopefully she isn't wearing a dress.
Oh wait, now that he thought about it...shaved ice would be even more of a luxury during summer, wouldn't it? And that ice pedestal could make quite a lot of shaved ice bowls, maybe even enough that he could binge on it for a whole day? Or maybe, it'll even be enough for him to get brainfreeze? As he patiently chipped away at the ice pedestal, he realized that it would just be easier to carry it around with him. So instead, Chrysanthemum clipped his pruning scissors onto his belt once more, before rotating his wrists, and preparing to simply lift it up and taking it away.
But before that could happen though, Chrysanthemum realized that a small crowd had eventually gathered, followed by the arrival of some woman who stood up on the pedestal, doing some pretty ice magic for some reason. Looking up at her from below, the young flower shop owner said, in a tone that wasn't even closed to surprised or embarrassed or anything at all, “Good morning. Will you be here all day? I need to buy some fruit jam, to make some shaved ice, and it would be nice if you kept it up.”
But before that could happen though, Chrysanthemum realized that a small crowd had eventually gathered, followed by the arrival of some woman who stood up on the pedestal, doing some pretty ice magic for some reason. Looking up at her from below, the young flower shop owner said, in a tone that wasn't even closed to surprised or embarrassed or anything at all, “Good morning. Will you be here all day? I need to buy some fruit jam, to make some shaved ice, and it would be nice if you kept it up.”
Posted. Arara be freerunning.
As Arara approached the island on her lilypad-construct, with intentions of circling along the shore afterwards. Unlike Orion, she wasn't going all out in terms of speed, deciding to pace herself at the moment. She'll save her effort for later, to deal with anything unexpected. After all, there was an unreasonable amount of tunnels and pathways under the island. She did not like that at all. Still too many uncertainties. If another abnormal current blew the data cache off, she'd have to be reacting. She didn't like to simply be reacting.
But a ping from her WATCH notified her that Orion was about to say something, and she activated it, listening to his message. He had obtained the cache, which was good, but then, he cut off his own message, and Arara narrowed her eyes.
There was a reason for his silence. There indeed was something underwater, a Grimm or a group of them that were preparing for an ambush after the 'bait' was taken. And then, in the background, she could hear the crumbling of rock, followed by an explosion, the sound of a whole lake's worth of water careening into the cavern Orion was in.
It was such a logical plan that she questioned whether Grimm were as mindless as she thought.
If your target is on land, and you were stronger in the water, just change the terrain into one that benefited yourself. Simply knock a hole into the wall and watch the cavern fill up.
“Orion, go with the flow! I'll meet up with you soon!”
She doubted that most of her message would have gotten through to him, but she could hope. The map was showing that he was being swept northward next, and Arara immediately turned around, clicking her tongue. Holding her spear in her left hand and clenching her right, the huntress did a quick check on her Aura reserves, spent thirty seconds making sure that the Aura she drew into her legs was utilized as effectively as possible, and then kicked off her lilypad platform.
With one bound, she covered a quarter of the length of the lake. Landing on a small Aura platform, she jumped off again. Continually building up momentum from each consecutive run, Arara was pretty much flying through the air by the time she was on her tenth jump, her Aura reserves now properly warmed up, boiling like engine oil as she poured all her focus onto speed, trusting that her White Rakshasa would protect her from any stray twigs.
Terrain-based challenges really were her weakness. She would have to work on that in the future.
But a ping from her WATCH notified her that Orion was about to say something, and she activated it, listening to his message. He had obtained the cache, which was good, but then, he cut off his own message, and Arara narrowed her eyes.
There was a reason for his silence. There indeed was something underwater, a Grimm or a group of them that were preparing for an ambush after the 'bait' was taken. And then, in the background, she could hear the crumbling of rock, followed by an explosion, the sound of a whole lake's worth of water careening into the cavern Orion was in.
It was such a logical plan that she questioned whether Grimm were as mindless as she thought.
If your target is on land, and you were stronger in the water, just change the terrain into one that benefited yourself. Simply knock a hole into the wall and watch the cavern fill up.
“Orion, go with the flow! I'll meet up with you soon!”
She doubted that most of her message would have gotten through to him, but she could hope. The map was showing that he was being swept northward next, and Arara immediately turned around, clicking her tongue. Holding her spear in her left hand and clenching her right, the huntress did a quick check on her Aura reserves, spent thirty seconds making sure that the Aura she drew into her legs was utilized as effectively as possible, and then kicked off her lilypad platform.
With one bound, she covered a quarter of the length of the lake. Landing on a small Aura platform, she jumped off again. Continually building up momentum from each consecutive run, Arara was pretty much flying through the air by the time she was on her tenth jump, her Aura reserves now properly warmed up, boiling like engine oil as she poured all her focus onto speed, trusting that her White Rakshasa would protect her from any stray twigs.
Terrain-based challenges really were her weakness. She would have to work on that in the future.
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