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Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

I S S H U M.

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“Vivian’s got the right idea. Hell, I won’t become a hero on my own.” He looked at Matt with a smirk. Team Fireworks always brought down their target, which is why he was confused as to why they wouldn’t allow him to take any S-Rank missions yet.

Walking up to Matt, Isshum punched the guy onto his thick shoulder, the thump of impact against muscle was pungent. He smiled with an almost infectious amount of cheer. “Whattaya say to letting me prove my worth? If I beat you or Hana make me S-Rank. You know you how the authority to.” He pulled his fist back and crossed his arms, a disapproving frown on his face. “All you need is an audience, an ass-whooping, and voila! I’m S-Rank and one step closer to being Fiore’s Hero! Natsu will be a relic and I’ll finally make my village proud of me!”

“Ain’t that right, Vivi!?” he barked loudly, peeking over the broad man and towards his comrade.

That was when he picked up a suave—annoying—voice. Isshum turned in the direction of another white-haired male; weird considering he believed himself unique in that aspect. He could have cared less about the offer but to see Hana with him was enough to send him into action. They were several feet away.

He walked to nearest long-table and kicked its edge, sending it twirling towards the pink-haired mage. With a snap, he stretched his flaming right arm outwards as he sauntered towards her in a straight path. A rather mischievous grin was on his face by the time she had dispatched with the table she would see it. Grunting, his flames roared to life and crackled, small ambers brightly floating from the heat source.

“Hana-taichou,” said the youth softly, devilishly. His flames stretched out from his legs but ultimately moved aside as drew close to them. The guild was quickly becoming a fireplace. “Fight me. Beating you will make me a hero. Or ... at the very least more renowned. The Wild Brilliance, he who took down the Last Samurai!” The effects was purely for himself, though he enjoyed sending fear, if not awe, into those that viewed him.

@Lmpkio@j8cob@Ira@chukklehed@Demon Shinobi@Demon Grave

The Spirits Within: Stigma

Main Story – Music – Oakridge Campus – Friday, 11:36 AM

Alabaster let the granola bar sit on his lips for a second before slowly clamping it between his teeth. He looked down Rui with a quaint smile. Zhe reminded him … no, made him realize that loneliness could be conquered. As Cid explained the situation, Alabaster could not help the obvious, relief-filled sigh that escaped him.

And then Olive’s position was announced. Unlike the others, who may had reacted in predictable manners; anger, acceptance, happiness. Alabaster remained rather stoic, the only change being a quick glance towards the office floor than back at Cid. This was just another excuse for him to accept. Another reason to not stay away from her. But he didn’t need to be closer to her.

His blue eyes held a glow to them as he glanced towards Olive.

“Congrats, Olive. You deserve it.” he said after the end of everything. For a long moment, he could feel the need to stay within her circle anchoring him to the ground. He simply stared at her or more so, at the Samuel he saw in her. Again, that wisp of gray shuddered in his peripheral. Alabaster decided he wouldn't give it time to warn him. A faint smile pulled his lips as he brought his fist up for her to bump it. After she did, he started out the door.

Beginning to leave, Alabaster paused in front of Rui, stuffed his hands in his pocket, and with a single arm brought zher into his chest. “Thanks for earlier. I needed it.” The hug was quick.

On one hand, now he got to spend more time with everyone. On the other, more dreadful hand, he was forced to spend more time with everyone. Whether he had someone to join him or not, he would head to his room to pack his things.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

@Prisk

I APPRECIATE YOUR EFFORT, PRISK! <3 <3 <3

Also, sorry I haven't been on in awhile. Work is kicking my ass like a football during ... well this season. I've only had time for small posts here and there but I'm going to get a post out for right now.

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

@Tsukoreyu Congrats on joining Fairy Tail. Make your life your own.

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

@Tsukoreyu Well to the Rp man. Hope you find its a welcome place.

That goes for all new arrivals ^^

@Vongola_Hasayo I feel the sad feels. All that nagging is gonna kill ya.

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

I S S H U M.

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Seemingly in tandem with Belial, Isshum ran behind the boy. If he had wanted he could had overtaken him but Belial’s plan was still a mystery, so he wanted to see it in action first. Once the kid burst through the doors and declared his action towards Matt. Isshum signature—toothy and challenging—grin fell upon his face.

I must be rubbing off on him! Wait! Aye I was gonna attack him first! He thought angrily.

He watched with a bit of amusement as Matt effortless slammed the kid’s head to the ground. It was unfortunate for him that Isshum instinctively followed the attack. Like a shadow, he trailed behind Belial unseen, perfectly matching his movements so that he was practically invisible. It wasn’t until Matt had manhandled the kid has Isshum showed up.

“Fire Dragon’s Nightfall Bang!” shouted the youth as he came down onto Matt with his hands locked and fire barreling around them. Upon impact, the explosive would stretched zig-zagging branches of flames around the guild hall, singeing and warming those nearby. With a grin, Isshum expelled another burst of flames from his fist and backed up towards the door.

“Don’t try and get up after that one, Matt.” the white-haired man laughed heartily as he rubbed the back of his head, pride leaking into the air. “I don't think your old bones can handle it. I mean how old are ya, half-past dead.”

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

Daiki Naito

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Daiki smirked at Saburo, lifting a hand out his pocket and place it gingerly on his neck. The words brought a sense of a pain … longing that didn’t really translate to his face. “I’ve come this far, can’t stop now can I? .” the question was rhetorical, meaningless really. He knew he had to see it through. “In other words, I’m positive. Right here and right now. I want to join the 11th corps.”

Just as quick as it came, it had passed. The moment that hinted at his inner distress was going with cold, wet wind.

His hand fell back into his pocket. “Umm, thanks by the way. You didn’t have to do this and I’m sure it involved a lot of paper work. I’ll think on getting the others to see you, at the very least, differently. See ya.” With that said, he strode out the building and leap towards the Naito home; he had to start packing and moving out. That much he was certain of.

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Daiki pushed aside a box of his belongings with his foot. The fresh, saddened faces of his mother, grandfather, and Avaron was still in front of his vision as he did so. That was a week ago. His new home was a bit more modern, tech was built into the walls, and lights were bright and wide above him.

His fist were firmly pressed against his sides as he looked up at the unfamiliar fluorescent. Not much could said about it, his new life that is, not that he particularly wanted to say anything at all. His life had been upchucked thanks to his own decisions, now he would have to get over it and use to it. Two things he was never eally good at. Since the time of his identity crisis, to the time of the tyrant: Yamato Minamoru. He was never really good at keeping things as they were, always the first to challenge what he deemed worthy.

Now though, now he found himself with another name, one that fitted him like a glove and at the same time, felt uncomfortable. He walked over to his bed nearby, sat down, and stared at the black wall. It was bad enough that Saburo was making an effort to actually establish some family bond, one that could be just as trivial as his non-attempt at making friends years ago, but now he was stuck on a mission with him too. Him and another Uchiha at that. Daiki felt his teeth clench together. Seems like the world was really trying to immerse him in his bloodline.

Closing his eyes, he tried to shut himself off from the world. Only allowing the smallest of tendrils to worry about the mission coming up. A few minutes ticked by, and darkness had encroached from all sides for a moment … that was until his phone rumbled on the table. At first he ignored it, then shot up, sped over to the table, and snatched it up. He slowed when he saw the mass wall of messages he had been ignoring.

Avaron was wondering if they could see each other tonight. His mother asked if he had ate yet. And as he scrolled down the long list of Naito members, he finally stumbled upon the most recent; Saburo. The message had a singular address in it. Must be the meeting spot he figured. Daiki rubbed his head, hearing the insects outside his window as he realized it was sake bar.

“I don’t drink.” he muttered to himself.

By the time he had appeared on the street, Saburo and the mystery Uchiha: a girl, was walking out the bar. The Sword of Kusanagi hung from his side, a thick black harness keeping it in check. The extra weight was near unnoticeable. As he approached, he lifted a hand from his pocket and waved a piss-poor greeting.

“Sorry about the wait. Or not. I’m not sure how long you two’ve been here. Let’s get this Fuyushi guy. I’m still not comfortable with being called an Uchiha, but I don’t like the thought of someone stealing other people eyes. It sickening really. Especially from my ... r-relatives.”

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Giichi Uzumaki

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Surprisingly enough, Giichi had arrived on the meeting spot in a shadowy blur. His hands were on his knees as he heaved from his exertion. Damn. His training had run over … again. A touch of anxiety touched his heart as he looked up at the Hyuuga man. He had heard he was good friends with Fujitora and Ayame.

Instinctively, he quirked his lip to the side in a frown, tilted his head, and clenched his fist at his side. The parting words of that Gypsy had inspired him to followed his own heart, he would have to thank her in person. Since that night, he had been texting her constantly. Telling her about his own vision of the Will of Fire. How it was more than just an ideal. How it was the village itself and the immense love of the First carried over through the generations.

Fujitora and Ayame had severed that love with a needle and showered the flame with an oppressive drizzle. He hated them and everything that they stood for. He doubted he could stand being in a room with them but even more than that, he found it hard tolerating those that sided with them.

“I’m gonna beat them y’know? Fujitora and Ayame. Look forward to that,” he told the Hyuuga before locking his hands behind his head and putting some distance between them.

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

I S S H U M.

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Isshum was starving so it was no surprise when the fireball landed in his mouth and was engulfed wholly. A renewed, fierce smile played on his face as he wiped away the smoky taste on his lips. As he led Team Fireworks back home, he shrugged his shoulders at Belial’s question. Not knowing exactly what he wanted to do first.

“Why not get some training in once we’re back. A good spar will do me good, that Golem giant was far too easy.” he admitted with a small yawn. “Afterwards we’ll try to pick up a S-Rank mission again. Maybe they’ll finally let us get one. We’ve been tearing through the B and A rank ones.”

In the distance, he could see the beginnings of Magnolia town. It was only a hour or so away now. Soon he’ll be able to get some Living Flame magic in his gut. His smile widened into a grin at the thought.

@Demon Shinobi

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

Giichi Uzumaki

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Giichi sat up in his bed once the woman had pulled his sheets off him. He wasn’t sure how he would have reacted normally but at the moment, he felt agitated and pissed off. A lifeless stared stabbed her as he took a moment to show his disapproval before ultimately deciding to ignore the intrusion and turn his back to her again.

Giichi wondered the same after she had finish speaking. His uncertainty had showed on his face as he avoided her eye-contact. Not that he cared for where her loyalty laid but it did matter that he couldn’t determine the meaning of the village’s philosophy anymore. Everyone had knelt to the assassin so easily, that it seemed—to him at least—that the flame had been snuffed out. Stomped till only a drifting ember was left. With a warning push, he urged her away from him.

The next intruder managed to pull a aggravated groan from him. He yanked the covers that the girl had pulled off him, covering himself in its seclusion. He didn’t need it at the moment; the sword, the company … none of it. He was better off just sulking, trying to grasp at straws hidden in a barrel of needles.

Not even sparing a glance to the blade, Giichi’s hand raised up and pointed to a cushioned chair near his computer desk. “Take a seat. Just … Just try to be quiet. The both of you … please.” he said with a remarkable amount of disinterested in them.

Several minutes went by. He thought intently on the girl’s question and though determined to keep his peace, knew that she needed an answer in order to leave. Through the silence or their conversation, Giichi finally spoke. “You’re better off asking a Sarutobi. The Uzumaki is just famous for their guts. The Will of Fire is a joke now, the Leaf Village doesn’t believe in it and neither should you.”

“I use to think It was protecting your family.” he whispered to himself.

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Daiki Naito

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Daiki leaned against the cool metal of the elevator wall, his hands tucked in his pockets as he listened. For whatever reason, a very bothersome reason at that; Saburo spoke of his once attempt at recruiting Yamato. Daiki hmp! at that part, letting his eyes stray to the upper corner of the elevator.

In-between the soft whirring of the engine and their eventual stop, Daiki let his thoughts free. “I don’t get what everyone sees in him. Why try to recruit him?” he wondered out of personal curiosity.

Daiki walked at a quicker pace than Saburo, with long strides he managed a foot or two in front of the lad. So when his question came, he paused in his walk, partially turned to him, and thought. He had known the answer himself but would it be smart to tell the truth? Was it for the best? For some reason, he felt that he owed it to the guy. After all, they were more or less family now. And Daiki found it hard to do anything against his kin.

With a sigh and almost certainty that his words would bite him in the ass one day, he answered with a natural calm. “I want to experience it for myself. I feel like you’re being honest and that bothers me. If its true than Konoha, the world too, is about to change drastically. Whether for the worst or not is still lost on me but i want to see it with my own two eyes. The decisions that can shape the world and its identity.”