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The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

Cyril Parjure

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_{Location:: Luna Lake => Luna Crescente's - Mayor's Townhouse
Interacting With:: Illedrith (@Lord Sawsaw2), Alexandria (@Valor), Ceri (@Rune_Alchemist), and Saeko (@Suku)}

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Beaming brightly, Cyril gave a hearty chuckle at the small joke Mis made... as bad as it was, but now he just couldn't resist. Pressing one of his hands against where his arm was hit, he feigned being wounded as his smile dissolved just a bit; it almost looked like he was going to pout. Turning his head down to the ground, he stared solemnly into the grass.

"Aw don't need t'thread on me like that, I was working on magic and blade since the trials are comin' up, but nooooow," suddenly, he perked up with a glint in his eye and a smile that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Removing his hand from his arm, he pressed a singular index finger, playfully tilting his head to the side. "Now I'm just trying to work my charm on a very lovely shield-maiden and mirror mirror on the wall showing the fairest maiden of them all!~" He gave Illedrith and Saeko both a wink before twirling to address the Valkyrie; the Maiden of War.

Bending over he eyed her up and down, inspecting almost every inch of her like a voyeur. Yup, she was in tip top condition for the S-Class trials. Swiftly shoving his hand into his pocket, the "Playboy" balled up his fist, squeezing it tightly as he continued smiling at the woman. "Alex, are you asking Saeko and I on a date," Cyril mused, reeling back upwards as he placed a finger on his lips, tapping it as he kept his eyes firmly peeled on the silver lady.

"My my, how scandalous," he giggled, raising his hand to obscure his mouth in the most overblown fashion as possible, acting with faux surprise that caused a few other Harpy's that were heading out to roll their eyes at this whole situation... yes, he did notice.

Instantly, he snapped an pointed a finger gun at Alexandria, brandishing his pearly whites. "Heheh, jus' joshin' ya, but aye, I believe we will join ya... considering Illedrith invited us beforehand; how could we just say no?" He chuckled, placing two hands on the back of his head as he stretched just a bit, staring up at the guild house, studying as much of the structures intricacies as he could before they departed.

"Seven years, seven years... so much time has passed..." Simply put, he just smiled and nodded, reminiscing on that fond memory... think he had a couple of games dedicated to him, one of which involved... puncturing an effigy of him in uncomfortable places or throwing darts at his face.

... yeeeeeaaaah, wrong memories.

A small shiver shot up Cyril's spine at the thoughts, shaking his head and perishing it in favor of one of his more... positive games that were based on some of his traps. That was pretty entertaining to watch people get all tangled up from time to time, eheheh...

Regardless, he was shook out of his trance as Illedrith agreed with the duo over heading into town before it got too late, Cyril giving a swift nod, giving a small pirouette before pointing in the direction of the town.

"Well then what are we waitin' for? The festival trials await!"

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Surprisingly, for the most part, Cyril was rather quiet during the trip. His attention always seemed to be diverted somewhere else, eyes moderately glazed over; it looked like he was there, yet he seemed somewhat detached from reality for the most part. Any spurs that brought him back would result in a bit of small talk and flirting if you weren't a cinnamon bun before returning to that utterly lost state.

Eventually, his quiet visage faded away for the most part as they approached the town and made their way towards the town hall. That was when Cyril began to get a bit... randy when taking in some of the eye candy around the center... or rather, most women he could get to whilst staying close to the group.

... he was able to get a couple of ladies to blush and giggle, whilst the more negative reactions involved him gaining a tender red jaw. He was used to the sting, so it really didn't bother him at all... rather, his eyes were pasted to certain members of both guilds, Harpy's and Golem's alike. Most of them seemed to be A-Class mage's from what he could recall, causing him to shift around uncomfortably from time to time at some unknown thoughts.

Regardless, he ended up gravitating towards the stalls with food, letting the smells of sweetened pastries to grilled, tender meats invade and take over his nostrils. While it probably wouldn't hurt to grab a bite, Cyril didn't feel that hungry...

... and then the sweet little cinnamon of the group spoke up!~

Cyril perked up as soon as he barely managed to hear her, sending a large grin to her as he looked down at the youngest member of their group. Placing a finger on his lip, he tapped it for a bit as he scanned the area before eventually snapping his fingers, and pointing at one of the stand.

"Hey, hey, hey, whadabout' some Harlequin Crème Brûlée," he suddenly announced, looking down at Ceri. "From what I know, the flavoring and what they garish it with are usually random unless you specify whatcha' want on it! You should totally give it a shot; you gals too if you haven't had a taste!"

Instantly he looked up at the other three, gauging whether or not they would indulge in this, smiling as he patiently awaited their responses.

Breakfast University Of Magic

Now that the semester is over, it should be easy for me to chug out a post I promised.

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

@Lord Sawsaw2 well, I'll be working up a post for two rps tonight since my semester is done for now.



... whether they're up or not is anyones guess.

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

And proceed to ruin most the day for people in the Harpy's Wing?

Breakfast University Of Magic

I'll get to work on a post when the weekend arrives.

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I think he would be inclined to try and pick a more pointless fight with Cyril :P

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

I can see through Damian's plans already! He wants to go over to Kage and flirt with her, stealing away Jack's date! What a cad, what a cad...

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But then how will we get to watch Vega get pounded to a pulp?

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And it's up! I might of rushed it near the end, but apologize for that. In any case, I'm heading to bed, later everyone!

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

Cyril Parjure

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_{Location:: Luna Lake
Interacting With:: Illedrith (@Lord Sawsaw2), Alexandria (@Valor), Ceri (@Rune_Alchemist), and Saeko (@Suku)}

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For the most part the day was the same as any other, save for a lack of twisted panties and one or two slaps echoing through Luna Crescente. Usually Cyril would be around the market near this time, either grabbing a bite, or attempting to indulge himself in more voluptuary endeavors, but yet there was no sound; most women came to realize that it was that time of year again.

"Hup!"

With one hefty lunge, Cyril attempted to stab at his doppelganger, the mirror version promptly sidestepped the blow. However, he proceeded to feint out, pivoting around to slice the copy of himself, causing it to stumble back a bit as it clutched its chest with feigned pain. Cyril had been breathing a little bit more heavily with sweat caking most of his body as he pulled back a bit. Despite it all, he get smiling like a mad man, hopping back into the fray as his doppelganger proceeded to try and whip him with thin filaments.

Squinting, Cyril drew his own threads around the hilt of his sword, causing parts of his finger to disappear; he then began tying it up just a tad in case it tried to disarm him. Just as he expected his own self to do, the copy attempted to strike with one hand and attempt to take the sword out of his hand. Loosening the string around his dominant hand, the boy continued to unravel a bit more of his self as he let the blade be stolen away from him.

However, this was going exactly the way he planned. Part of the sword still had "parts" of his hand tied around it. Timing it, Cyril waited for his doppelganger to come strike him. Coming in with an overhead blow, Cyril quickly sidestepped it and hopped up, reforming his hand. Cyril was immediately launched at his own copy as his hand quickly began to reform, the being unable to react to the bullet flung towards him.

Once he knew he had a certain amount of momentum, he began to bend his body in a certain way so that he would end up skidding on the ground. Cyril adjusted himself as fast as he could before finally letting the few strings that were wrapped around his blade go.

Flying underneath his doppelganger, his foot made contact with the shins of his copies foot. The fake Cyril began to topple over, however this wasn't the end of this little excursion. Reacting as swiftly as he could, Cyril swiftly grabbed onto one of the legs. There was a resounding thunk as he gritted his teeth, sliding on the grassy landscape as he slowly came to a stop near the edge of the lake.

Grunting victoriously, Cyril sneered hollowly as he looked over at his now weakened mimic. He had given it a beating for the last thirty minutes and it looked like it wasn't going to sustain another hit...

... scratch that, it didn't sustain a final hit as the copy of himself began unfurl, becoming nothing less than string that eventually dissipated into the air. Sitting up, the magi ruffled his hair, looking over the whole lake and almost frowned.

"... bleeeeeeh, this isn't any better than playing chess with yourself..."

Cyril shook his head, brushing the stray bits of grass and gravel from his back. Turning his head, he slowly studied what remained of the session he had here... there's no way this would be just enough to properly prepare again this year... doubt loomed around him, despite his cheery visage.

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"...then again, maybe I could be wrong." Scrunching one of his hands into a fist, Cyril raised that arm up and began tapping the side of his head, smiling blithely like an idiot. It seemed to give him a small confidence boost, though the weary aura lingering about didn't completely go away. This went on for a few minutes before he finally murmured something to himself.

"I'll qualify this year..." It was barely audible; if there was a breeze, there wouldn't be a possibility of him physically hearing it. He swallowed another breath of fresh air. After a few minutes later he gulped down more air. He did this for a few minutes, staying still and silent, his brows unnoticeably furrowing and twitching just a smidgen every couple of seconds.

"I will qualify for the trials and I will rise to S-Class," suddenly he sprung up like a rocket; the pounding of his fist against his head became a little harder as he continued psyching his self up for this year. Sure, the odds were overwhelming, no different than a bird flying through a monsoon and surviving.

... but even so, he continued to keep an optimistic outlook, clenching his fist and chanting to no one but himself and the wind that he would qualify and succeed. Was he delusional? Maybe, maybe not.

... but even so, Cyril had a goal in mind... one of which was to impress all of the alluring lasses and ladies in his guild, with Mis being at the top of his list, hehe... but, regardless, he surprisingly did have other goals in mind too, aside from the blatantly superficial ones. Despite all this, he pondered on if he had to strength to match with the best a brightest of the guild... "and that includes Mis, Dreadlin, Pan, and the rest... they're better than me... right?"

... but even so, he had been working hard, prepping for this moment again with Mis, Sae, and Alex! Magic and might both! Beside each of them, he had constantly been making progress to ensure that he was not only tip top for missions, but for the eventual S-Class trials... he even bested Mis a few times when they were sparring!... but then again, she could of been holding back... "What if this isn't enough?"

... but even so, he would do his damndest to succeed.

"I will do it! I will rise to top, I will qualify for the trials! And most importantly, I will become an S-Class, wooooo!" The silence was broken with his own cheer, a bright smile, and a high amount of energy as he pumped his fist into the air, throwing in a pirouette here and there and announcing to no one else but himself that he would do it.

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Sheathing his sword after a few minutes of his grimy sweat inducing cheer, Cyril swiftly set off around the edge of the lake, breaking into a small sprint. Cyril was still full of energy, despite how ragged he appeared, not even breaking a sweat. There was a small thought lingering in the back of his mind - maybe I could catch up with the hottie with a fired up personality and body, Mis!

If he recalled about right, this was usually around the time when her bi-weekly lessons for her students came to an end. He reminisced on a memory where he actually walked in on her in the middle of lesson as he continued dashing, his smile growing a little larger as he continued to recall it all... even being bested by her was pretty good. He had fun with someone he liked and he improved himself.

As he ran, he glanced over the horizon, over the gleaming lake, and looking over at the forest. "... I wonder how Pan is doing?" He almost gave pause to curiously see how the kooky old man was faring. Trying to search for the dude in the grove was a pretty fun experience; gave him time for reflecting as well... he always was an old weirdo with some tricks up his...

... loincloth... a-anyways...

About a minute had passed on by before he reached the grounds where she was hosting he lessons for this week. Coming to a slow stop, Cyril lurched forward before pausing for a few seconds. How did he look... right, he was covered in head to toe in sweat... erm...

Before even bothering to approach, he noticed one stunning amazonian of a woman nearing Mis - Alex... yeah, that was her alright. Dang... there was no way in heck he was going to make it over there in time to flirt a bit... even had the perfect lines set out after hearing what she said from this distance about cheating with magic and that they would have to duke it out with her if that was the case.

Snapping his fingers, he decided to play it in a more subtle manner... watching from a distance, he decided to aptly try and get something done, no matter how minute. With one hand pressed firmly against his hip, he set the other one against his hair, brushing it up a bit to while looking away from the duo... save for the fact that his ears were firmly pressed to hearing this conversation.

... it wasn't eavesdropping, it was waiting your turn while learning something new!

... and of course, in the midst of parting his hair, he was struck with... surprise as he froze on the spot, not even bothering to continue brushing his hair. He blinked, then he wondered why? Why both guild leaders would agree to such a thing?

Despite the harrowing news, his grin never seemed to actually falter as he absorbed the information as his thoughts drifted to some of the troublemakers in the Golem's Hand... he was more than certain they would stir up a hornets nest and get most of the people disqualified.

By the time he had come to terms with the information, he slowly began to turn his head back... only to see that the little cinnamon bun of the group had arrived - Ceri! He remembered trying to give her a hug once... before she just poofed her way out of it.

... alright, guess it was a good time to approach! There was nothing in sight so far that could possibly interrupt him. Waltzing over as slowly as possible, myriads of different lines to make his debut to the two glamorous warriors and the overly adorable cloaked mage.

Taking one more step, Cyril flinched at the sudden shouting from the side and paused. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Saeko making a beeline towards the three, clambering as she splayed out an apology over why she overslept... and with that, the grin on his face became almost Cheshire-like. Thank you Saeko for being a beautiful golden ticket.

Sashaying forward, he approached the three with a mixture of cheer and mischief in his eye. He continued to shine his "trademarked" Cyril Parjure Charmer's Smile as he snapped his fingers and eyed at Saeko.

"Well then, y'should of gotten more beauty sleep Saeko! Beautiful people do need their beauty sleep after all."

Approaching the group, Cyril let out a small, playful giggle as he winked at the shield mage, shaking his head. "Anyways, 'ello Mis-tifying beauty, Ceri, Sae, and Alex, hope the day has been treating you all well," he cheerfully exclaimed, daintily waving at them all with one hand.