Lugubrious

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@Lugubrious With wish Nero means clothes right or the wish she wanted?

@liferusher

He meant the wish, but the vagueness of his speech means that Ayame can interpret it either way. If she thinks he's talking about her wish and tells him that, there's a chance he might go for it anyway.

The Maledicti Family

I really like that picture. Possible interest.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Hey, Caits! I was thinking that one way Nero could be used is to initiate a minor arc like you sometimes see in filler episodes, in which everyone is transformed into something. He has the ability to use his curses, particularly an unfocused Law of Atavism, on a large scale. I'm not saying that he's going to randomly do it, but if you feel like goofing around a little in that regard, I can provide.

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I wonder what Nero would do with Mithera...

@Burthstone

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BalefulPolymorph

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Fleo Plector – Guild Hall

Fresh adrenaline rushed through Fleo, invigorating her enough to make her jump in excitement. “Great! Having you both along would be just great! A group of four, then: Lucas plus Team Powder Keg.” She was already halfway out the door before a halting revelation passed through her mind. Sporting a look of inquisition, Fleo turned back to the rest of her group, and asked, “Uh...do we tell Jamie? And how do we get to this desert? My maximum scooting distance is about twenty miles in a single sitting. I, um, tested.”

Though stymied for the moment, Fleo was filled with pride by the thought of going on her first job. Out of her three allies, one she knew precious little about, one had obliterated a perfectly normal civilian establishment only hours prior, and one -though the one she knew most about- constantly fluctuated in her sporadic opinion as most-liked and least-liked. Still, she was happy to call them teammates. While never quite in sync with others, as her time in previous guilds attested, her track record was smoothest by far when there were others around to pick up her slack.

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“I was going to fix it before two marauding ice wizards inserted themselves,” Nero replied irritably, his full focus on the beginning of his young friend's transformation. Ayame is her name, and Aya for short he mused, wondering how he had so carelessly forgotten to ask it. Unfortunately, the dark mage was unable to keep his full attention on his handiwork for long, for the dynamic entry of two more guild members forced him to look away. One of them, a black-haired lady with a toddler in tail, looked enough like a normal mom to stand out like a sore thumb against the eccentric personas currently stationed in Phoenix Wing—a count from which good-natured Nero did not exclude himself. The other new arrival, however, Nero found himself instantly disliking. It must have been the strange man's inhuman height, his animal aspect, his -was that rubbish to be provocative?- clothes, or the grating voice in which he announced himself, or perhaps a combination of them all. Determined to not give 'Prince' any of the attention he so obviously craved, Nero returned his gaze to Ayame, and found the transformation complete.

At the sight of Ayame's new form, Nero suddenly froze, his eyes shocked into full-openness, all people instantly forgotten. Gasping sharply, he clutched at his heart with a fingers curled like claws, trying to restore his breath. “What have I created!?” he whispered in horror, “I have made something so incredibly precious that no human can behold it and live!” At this point, it was obvious that no true afflicted assaulted his heart, unless cuteness could, in fact, be fatal. He pushed himself from the couch and brought himself down to eye level with the minute hedgehog, taking in her developing spines, her snuffling nose, and stubby legs. From memory, he recited, “Prickly! Nervous! Nocturnal! Solitary! Self-anointing! And capable of lasting bonds!” He reached out a gloved hang and gingerly scooped the tiny hedgehog up, depositing her on a burgundy couch cushion. Nero's countenance held the vestige of joy, although the light in his eyes was once more hidden behind upturned lids. “This gives me a great idea for what to give you! Maybe a stiff-fibered beret, or a fluffy-fluff scarf like your underbelly!” He straightened up, reclining on the couch once more. Head tilted back, he seemed to regard the ceiling, or something beyond, if he was indeed looking at all. When he spoke next, his warm tone buzzed with contentment, and his words waxed poetic. “Atavism – to return to a former state. No matter the intricacies that men may invent to classify themselves and the world, masking the primal laws of need and desire, the essence of the wild survives in all hearts. I bear witness to the shape of your soul, wanderer Aya, and it is good.”

This final, smooth intonation marked the end of Ayame's brief stint as a hedgehog. That same obscuring fuzziness rose again, bidden by the Genie's words, and when the fragment of reality sitting beside Nero regained its sharp edges, it had regained the form of a little girl, exactly as she had been before. Nero jumped slightly, as if momentarily in a daze. “Haha, sorry,” he said, removing his broken glasses and rubbing his eyes. “I'll bet I said something silly just now, but I've gone and forgotten it. Maybe karma's catching up at last. Senility at nineteen? Come on! My hair's already almost white, isn't that enough?” He smiled, looking neither at Trinity nor Ayame, and therefore gifting it to both. “Archer girl, I do not begrudge you your suspicion. You're hardly the first to look upon these stunning features and wince, heeheehee! I'm always super-enthused to make people into animals, though! They're sooo much easier to understand. You oughta try it. Normally you'd already be some critter, but I get the feelin' Jamie won't be too happy with indiscriminate cursing. Anyway...Aya! What is your wish?”

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

If I have a dream and focus on remembering it once I've awoken, I can create a facsimile of it even though the original idea is all but gone. One of the dreams I've held onto in this way is one where I'm in space, on some sort of space-station like structure made of gold, that's really a lot like a giant Escher structure. Swarming this structure are dark, shadowy creatures, and while I can almost fly, I can't quite. I'm forced to drift down slowly, land on the structure, and then leap into space again just barely escaping the monsters, but the gravity of the structure always pulled me in again.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Seven foot five is seriously tall.

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Yellow pants man. Can't do it. XD and it doesn't fit exactly. But I'll put it in my collection of avatars

@Silver Fox

There. I made his arms less manly while I was at it. Enjoy!

Anyone want mayo a portrait?

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Liferusher, please do go ahead and pick the animal in your next post. It was my plan to let you expound upon the transformation, since who better knows the nature of a character than its creator?

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Fleo Plector – Guild Hall

Feeling sheepish, Fleo tried her best to shoot Nero an apologetic smile. While it hadn't stopped her this time, she felt bad making fun of Nolan's condition. On top of his moodiness, it just seemed wrong to pull his leg over something that couldn't be helped. She resolved to stop doing so in the future; after all, what if Nolan decided to pay her back by mentioning her secret or -heaven forbid- make fun of her about it.

The dusty woman rubbed and adjusted her headrag uncomfortably. Amaya was taking a few seconds too long to answer, and it made her seem very reluctant. As a bit of good news, however, the boy in blue Lucas announced his own interest in helping on the job as well. “Hey,” she said, cutting in and answering Lucas even though she hadn't been asked, “As far as I'm concerned you're welcome to come with us! Plus, since you're not an official member yet, you don't get a share of the reward, haha! Just kidding. I think.”

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When Trinity arrived, Nero blinked in confusion. Either his focus had been so entirely on Ayame that he had expected nobody else to disturb them, or he had totally forgotten the archer girl in the few short moments they had been separated. Her words, fortunately, gave him a course to pursue. Out of all the things he had ever been called upon to explain, his actions were among the easiest. Honestly, he couldn't for the life of him understand why nobody else saw things his way all the time.

He inclined his head toward Trinity as if sharing a secret. With Ayame behind him, he knew it would be difficult for her to hear. “It's actually pretty easy to predict. If a person is sweet, unassuming, and flighty, a good guess is a rabbit. If a person is full of rage, prickly, and stuffed with resentment, a good guess is a manticore. Bad people become monsters. D'you think you would, if I tried it on you?” He sat back, his arms resting casually on the back of the couch. His upbeat tone regained its standard volume. “Nah, you're okay, just a little feisty. I bet you'd be a badger.” He now glanced at Ayame, still practically cowering behind him despite being sheltered in the corner of the room. “At any rate, you're badgering us,” he punned, chuckling through closed teeth, “Li'l dearie here's a lot like me: we both work better with only one person at a time. Anyway, we're just about to get the show started.”

Nero scooted away from Ayame slightly, edging closer to Trinity. [color=D8BFD8]“Don't be afraid, dearie,” he told the girl in what he hoped was a soothing tone. It had been some time since he had practiced his soothing tone. “You're not going to be a rabbit for anything more than a minute. Actually, you won't be anything for more than a minute, I just thought rabbit was fitting. Who knows? You might be a vinegaroon, like me. Tehee! That was my guess for me, anyway. None of my cur...Laws work on me. Vinegaroons are these awesome little bugs, by the way. If you ever meet one, tell it I said 'hi'. Alright, here goes!” Nero scrunched his face in mock concentration and lifted a dramatic finger skyward, as if struck by a eureka moment. “Let's see the shape of your soul!” He giggled in a strange version of his voice that hummed with power, and gently poked Ayame between the eyes with his outstretched finger. For a second nothing happened, but the little girl's form became indistinct, as if clothed in a veil of mist, and she she changed.