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Daine walked along one of the many roads that made up the city; it had felt like a long time since he’d been through the city but truthfully it hadn’t, it was just that last time he was chased out by a few unsavoury characters that hadn’t taken kindly to him urinating in a public fountain, but in a place that charged for using restrooms what else was he meant to do, he’d asked the people before hand to move because of imminent flow. It wasn’t his fault. “Crappy city.” Daine said yawning passing yet another shop, he kept himself afloat by annoying stalls and getting free things for him to move along, sometimes he’d be able to start a bidding war between two stalls who wanted him away from theirs and near their competitors.

“Hey you.” Daine said, shouting across the street to a pair of people holding hands in a lovey dovey fashion, “Hey you, do you know where there’s any market up or something?” Daine asked, trying to make himself sincere but it failed dreadfully.
“You can try the main square.” The man said, pressing himself in front of his lady companion who charged by the hour; “Just get lost.” He called out, annoyed that the young werewolf had crossed the street and was eyeing up the lady in red badly hidden behind his body.
“You know, I think it’s illegal.” Daine started, before he could come out with what could have been the best one liner in his life, the man removed his shoe and started chasing the teen down the road with it, luckily in the direction of one of the main trading squares.

Easily able to outrun a man with one shoe on trying to chase him across cobbles, it wasn’t long before he once again start his saunter; and not too long after taking this amble that he arrived in a small but packed square, the numerous aromas filling the air a little overwhelming. Spices, fresh loaves and cooked meats permeated the square, wrinkling his nose, Daine started off to the centre, he’d find another person to ask and hopeful be directed to some stall before long. It was much easier to annoy stall owners rather than those that owned shops due to the fact that knights cared a lot less as many of them weren’t locals with connections.

“You, Yes you.” Daine called out once more at a figure who looked like they were doing little else. “Do you know if there are any stalls around, like a pop up market or something.” Idiotically Daine running headfirst into trying to do his old schemes hadn’t noticed the signs saying that due to some snow storms up north the stall markets weren’t going to be in the city for the next two months, and he certainly wasn’t privy to the fact that this was all a little bit of a ruse to remove them from the city entirely, apparently some council members owned shops in the trading district or their close family did and during markets their trade plummeted. “Well?” Daine asked, a hopeful look smeared across his face along with a big of hunger and a good amount of dirt where he’d slept rough the night before and due to his fun in at the fountain on his previous visit, he thought it best to wait before public bathing.
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Blitz walked through the streets of Poinsettia with his hands in his pockets, a slightly disinterested look on his face, but in reality, he was noting the architecture of the buildings and archways surrounding him, ones that seemed to line every other street, and pieces of magi-tech everywhere, even a few flying overhead once in awhile. Magi-tech was rather popular here, it seemed, though given Blue Pegasus' airship, it would be something of an inspiration to others in the area to work on their own devices.

More than anything else - the structures, the magi-tech - was that Poinsettia was actually doing so well. Blitz remembered fighting here during the Boscan war - this one was of the first cities they had retaken after the initial attack, when Fioran forces, light and dark mages both, and a multitude of knights, joined together to counter their offensive. It was in borderline-ruins back then, and had only gotten worse during the fighting - Blitz himself had a memory of being punched into a building so hard that it had collapsed on top of him, though obviously that building wasn't around any more. He'd heard it had also been hit during the Demon Invasion, but he hadn't been here for that one, as he'd been warring with the demons over in Acacia at the time, and it had been bad enough over there. He could only imagine what must have occurred here - which made it all the more remarkable that they'd managed to rebuild and get on with their lives as if nothing of importance had happened.

Blitz had to pause his train of thought as he heard a voice call out to him - or rather, realized it was calling out to him when the attempt for attention was repeated, and no one else nearby was answering it. Blitz turned to see a young man with brown, spiky hair calling out to him. And while a significant number of people thought that Blitz dressed oddly - with his striped, tall hat and sleeveless shirt with flames circling it - this fellow was as close to a normally-dressed knight as you could get without actually getting there. He was wearing a tattered cloak, which wasn't uncommon lately - Blitz himself had debated it - but for some reason, he had on 3 different belts that Blitz could see, and only one shoulderpad, unless he happened to have a very smooth and narrow shoulderpad under his cloak, which was partially draped over that shoulder. What if someone hits the shoulder on the opposite side? Blitz thought.

"Not that I'm aware of, no," Blitz said to Daine's question of stalls. "Honestly, I'm surprised trade is even a thing here, what after the stuff with Bosco and Demons."

"Yeah, two wars in one year kinda makes shopping a bit of a luxury," Shoop, his talking hat, added from atop his head.
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“Hey mister; your hat talked.” Daine said blankly; looking up to the item of clothing to this point he had been staring at in a quizzical fashion; he’d usually been the oddest one around but now there was a contender for his title, one that had a piece of talking clothing. “This that like something that happens around you?” Glancing down the sudden though hit him. “Does your underwear talk?” it seemed a solid enough question, it someone had a talking hat which was odd enough in itself it was more likely that their underwear was of the talkative persuasion.

“Wars yeah, but your hat talked.” The idea just wasn’t sitting right with the teen, would it be correct manners to take the hat off at a table or to keep it on and allow another guest to the soiree, what hat the hat seen atop this guys head and why on earth did it talk. Looking around at the crowd it seemed like these wars his hat wearing acquaintance had been talking about had left a few marks here and there but most were covered up now, the only real lasting thing was that people although happy and cheery seemed to be a lot less talkative, and gave an extra few yards for the weird kid with the belt fetish to walk through, a few more yards than usual at least.

“Look, is there anywhere you can buy talking hats, or is it like a limited edition thing?” Daine asked, almost ignoring the person wearing it and jamming his head into the personal space of blitz to get a better look. In his mind he could see so many uses for something like this, and all of them involved him getting free stuff and using really cheesy one liners, it would have been amazing.

“Excuse me?” Someone asked from the pair’s right, a middle aged woman who’d been looking at the exchange oddly.
“So If it’s one of a kind, are you willing to let people borrow it, or is it more like a pet or a friend of the family?” Daine asked, rather entranced at the idea.
“Excuse me?” The woman said once more, raising the volume of her voice and clearing her throat to try to attract as much attention as possible.
“Does it have a name? Or is it like people who call their pets by what animal they are, Like a dog called Dog. A cat called cat. Personally my parents did the same thing with each other, one was a…” glancing around at the woman now who’d finally gotten his attention, Daine noticed she had two small children with her. “Well I shouldn’t say the words, not in front of children but you get the idea.” Moving out of Blitz’s personal space he took a step closer and waited to see what the woman had to say.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I heard you talking about markets, there aren’t any here for a while at least formally. But a few of the traders over in the other street are having a bit of a street sale outdoors.” The woman finished, pulling the bag filled with what Daine could smell as tender meats closer to each other. “And I think it’s great. After all that’s happened in the city that two people can openly show their love as much as you two.” She finished and with a smile walked her children away.

“I think she just thought we were going to make out.” Daine said dazed, looking at the floor in a cold and almost death like manner.
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"Yeah, I know, he tends to do that. Bad habit for him, I'm trying to convince him to cut down on it, but not much luck with that," Blitz said with a slight chuckle, earning a scowl from Shoop. "And yes, it does happen around me, but only because I wear the hat, and it follows me everywhere I go, so it's somewhat....circumstantial, but of my own choosing, as he's useful at times."

"Plenty of times, I might add," said Shoop.

Then the boy asked a question that would be considered insane if he was talking to anyone but Blitz - if his underwear talked. "No, because something like that would be ill-suited to be speaking, and besides, it'd be muffled by my pants, and the last thing I need to do is have people wondering why I would be trying to listen to my own crotch. I do know a guy that apparently made his underwear able to teleport himself around, though," Blitz added.

"And it's still weird," Shoop added.

"True, and I'm still convinced it's going to malfunction one of these days and give him a cross-dimensional wedgie." Blitz replied.

The youth seemed unable to draw his attention away from the hat, though, even brushing aside the idea of the wars that took place here to focus on it again, asking if there was a place to buy it, or if it was some kind of limited item, Blitz taking a half-a-step back as he got a little too close. "Well, I made Shoop myself, so I suppose that 'limited item' fits the bill, though he's not the only talking hat out there, I've found."

"Ah, I remember him," Shoop said, thinking of the other talking hat. "Best conversation I've had in years."

They were interrupted, briefly, by a woman who stepped forward to answer the question Daine had been yelling earlier, which was nice of her, but she seemed to be mistaken about why Daine was staring at Blitz.

Shoop glanced down at Blitz. "If this guy tries to smooch you, I'm leaving. Then throwing up. Or throwing up, THEN leaving, haven't decided the order yet."

"One, you don't have a stomach or throat to throw up with in the first place, and Two, pipe down, it was a mistake on her part, and given that our friend here was asking about our underwear and trying to get closer to look at you, Shoop, I guess she got the wrong idea....somehow," Blitz said, slightly confused. "Not sure how that was the idea she got, but oh well."

"As for the questions, I've only loaned it out twice, for two very brief periods. One was to heal a broken arm when a comrade got careless, and the other was to protect a fellow mage when things got dangerous. And he goes by Shoop, full name Shoop D. Whoop, though I rarely use the full name nowadays." Blitz said. "Now, a question for you - what's your name, and why the interest in my hat?"
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Once again Daine just kept staring in a childish fascination; his mind kept on running through all the possible scenarios he could get himself into and how many of them would be solved if he had a talking hat, to be honest he’d likely be beaten up and the hat taken in a large percentage of them but man a talking hat would be cool. “My name is Daine, I’m the best around.” He said confidently using one of his thumbs to gesture up to his foolish smile he wore. “I’m not sure what I’m the best at yet, but I’m getting there.” He admitted, not losing his smile for even a moment as he basically made a fool of himself, he’d had a life time of practice in doing that and few things phased him.

“Well you see.” The young werewolf started, taking a cautious pause to look around to make sure nobody was trying to ease drop, the square was noisy enough that people wouldn’t be able to hear the conversation from more than a couple of paces away. “I have a tendency to get myself into a lot of trouble, be it crashing a funeral sort or the kind where I get lost in the woods and find some weird half demon cat girl.” Using his hand to shoo away any questions the guy would have as if he started he’d be there too long and the stores would close up by them. “Well I like putting my foot into everything, and one of the perks of that is the free stuff I get from people trying to make sure I don’t put my foot into things like their meal or lie down on the counter of a butchers pretending he was trying to kill me and serve my chops in his store.” It was an odd confession but Daine had never been one for doing things in the most practical way. “But you see the thing that would make my playful schemes amazing would be a talking hat. I’m not sure how I want to incorporate it yet but it would be cool.”

Daine stood there with puppy dog eyes, hoping his horrible explanation had won over the guy in front of him, it wasn’t often that he had people genuinely enquiring about what he wanted to do with stuff but he hoped this time that the other guy would take interest. “If you want you can come along with your cool piece of headwear and watch. If it’s not for you, you can just do something else?” He asked, looking hopefully towards the master and his hat. “And if you don’t I can always kiss the hat?”
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The man introduced himself as Daine, seeming to be unfazed by Shoop's comment on the mistake the other lady had made in passing. When Blitz inquired as to why he wanted to borrow Shoop, he said that he tended to get himself into various, and rather unusual, situations, and while Blitz could sympathize with the latter, as running into strange things in the woods wouldn't be a first for him, the former, crashing a funeral of all things, was new to him, though he didn't pass comment on it, and neither did Shoop, though it seemed to take more effort on his part than it did Blitz's to keep quiet on that one.

What it seemed to boil down to was that he wanted to borrow Shoop to add more random hilarity to his escapades, and while Blitz could understand the entertainment to be found from randomness or a bit of chaos, Daine wasn't going to like his answer. "Well, sorry to say this, but I'm afraid I only loan Shoop out in emergency situations - the kind where someone dies if I don't loan him out, or at least consider it - and this, frankly, is not life-threatening. No offense." Blitz said somewhat awkwardly, knowing it wasn't the answer Daine had been seeking.

Daine had a follow-up for that answer, though, seeming to half-expect it. "I guess I could tag along, as long as it doesn't get too crazy - I've had the experience of having to run clean-up for the messes of others, and it's a far cry from fun." Blitz noted.

When Daine joked about kissing Shoop, however, Shoop rolled his eyes. "Please let me shoot him."

"Shoop!" Blitz said in a stern tone.

"What?" Shoop asked. "Not to kill him, just to help him back off a bit, as he's pushing the boundaries of personal space - thus the reason the whole misunderstanding begun, if you'll note."
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“Don’t worry, if things get too sticky there won’t be any cleaning up. In fact the most likely thing to happen is we hightail it away before someone gets to irate and tries to hit us with something.” Daine admitted. It happened frequently and was his main source of exercise, but truthfully it kept life lively and that was a big driving force as to why he kept on doing what he did. “But no cleaning up I swear.” Daine promised, his face filled with glee and anticipation for what was to come, normally he wasn’t so lucky to have a partner in crime but one with a talking hat even just once made up for that.

Without wasting too much time he started off in one direction, following the rich aroma of spiced foods in the air back to their source; he found make out the scents of exotic dishes and fried novelty bite sized things, the sort that people picked up for lunch while browsing. “It’s going to be amazing.” Daine said, unable to keep his excitement to himself not that he was trying overly hard to do so. “I’m not sure where to start but I promise you it will be fun.” The teen was somewhat reminiscent of a small dog being let off of his leash in a large open grassy area. Whatever where to happen it would only fuel his energy and vim. He was going to make sure he used this new prop in his performance well or he was going to go so far that he’d die trying to make the biggest spectacle he could.

“Fresh fruits for sale, half price just for today!”
“Get your exotic meats here, all from the continent, try some sliced blizzur-bear, the dish of kings.”
“You want it, we’ll fry it. Get your deep fried anything at Big-Al’s Deep fryin’ fry fryin’ fry off. Now with more fryin’ than you’ll be batin’ an eye at.”
The street was filled with traders shouting as loud as they could to overcome the bustle of the crowd, the trader’s shops had been so busy, their business had spilled out the front where attendants measured and sold all sort of foods, just the sight made there werewolf’s mouth water.
“I want the meal of kings.” He said, wondering what it would be like cooked to all sorts of different rarities. “And maybe some bread, but fried.” Daine wasn’t sure what frying was but the amount the person had said it, he was sure it would be good.

Pulling over to one side he placed himself next to the less busy side of one of the stalls, this one decorated with all sorts of loaves of bread, most covered in seeds or in strange patterns. “Do you want anything before we begin?” Talking more to the hat than Blitz, but it was an open invitation for both of them.
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Blitz sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between the thumb and forefinger on his right hand for a moment. "See, that's the kinda stuff I mean by 'cleaning up after someone's mess' - running away doesn't mean it gets cleaned up, it's still there and still a mess, and not something that I want to get left being responsible for dealing with. I have a reputation to keep. Or at least, one to not let diminish, and causing trouble around town and then fleeing when someone tries to find someone to blame is not going to help that in the least," Blitz said.

Still, Daine promised no cleaning up. "If there's no cleaning up - as in, no mess made in the first place," Blitz said, putting careful emphasis on the important parts of the issue, "Then I can tag along. For now." Blitz would have normally mentioned that if anything happened that he didn't like, he was immediately parting company with the boy, but given how close that sounded to the boy's original plan in action, if not intention, Blitz kept it to himself.

Daine lead them through the stalls, with vendors of all kinds shouting about their wares and describing how wonderful they were - or in this case, how lovely they tasted, since they appeared to be in a section of town with alot of food stalls and the like, with scents of all kinds drifting through the air - fruit fresh off the vine, bread fresh from the oven, even wine fresh from the bottle.

Daine crouched beside one the stalls and asked if Blitz wanted anything, sounding suspiciously like someone about to go pick some stuff up, as though he was on a grocery one - though there could only be one kind of 'run' for groceries that involved hiding behind a cart to start with. Blitz knelt down on one knee by Daine. "Alright, let me make this perfectly clear - if you're about to do what I think you are - as in, acquire your 'meal for kings' without payment to the ones selling said food - then I'm going to have to stop you there, as that falls perfectly into my previously-mentioned category of 'mess'." Blitz said in a tone that would brook no nonsense - he was rather chaotic for a Light mage, especially in combat, but at the end of the day, he was still a light mage at his core, and not one to let crimes go around happening right in front of his eyes.
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"Alright, alright." Daine said in a tone that told the mage that this teen had heard all of this before. "Alright, I'd like to keep some company for a while, so nothing too messy." Daine said, looking to his feet in a sullen fashion like some scolded child. He'd get to do one of his plans involving a talking hat but now with that clear clause placed on the situation, it wasn't going to be filled with as much action or explosives as he would have liked, but he could live with that.

"Then I'll go buy a meal for kings with my money." Daine said, sauntering over across the street to the small butchers shop placed outside the larger, brick one where the man was serving in the street to collect more customers.
"We have every type of meat you could want, this one. That one. These ones." The butcher said, skilfully playing around with the haunches of flesh, slicing and flipping them with the large cleaver in one hand.
"I'd like the king steak thing." Daine said, pushing through the people who were waiting in front of him. "Two of them, and hat food." He added afterwards, thinking of his short term companions. The man looked at him oddly, not questioning the hat food but preparing two large cuts of meat; it looked steak shaped but the colour was different, almost bright red and the smell even from the raw haunch was thick and mouth-watering.
"Just make sure you don't eat too much of this now." The butcher proclaimed, advertising his product more than informing the young werewolf. "It's so good you won't want to eat anything else." Daine forked over the cash for the things and placed them in his overly large pocket attached to one of his many belts.

"I have meat." He informed Blitz, waiting to see the reaction from the other guy that he'd actually done something in the correct manner; but before he could start to ask why his companion wasn"t showing him with affectionate praise something occurred in the alley, at first Daine wondered why the world was tipping, then he realised thanks to a hard knock on the head that he'd been pushed over with a fair few other people. Dazed but conscious, he pulled himself up to look down the street. Numerous people had been knocked out and many were on the floor. The only signs of what happened were that the damage radiated out from a single point; the other end of the street.

"What was that?" Daine asked, not sure what had happened, but quickly his attentions turned elsewhere as his side started to grow warm, at first he thought he may have been bleeding, but the lack of blood and pain led him to the satchel like pocket he wore. Opening it up and unfolding the packaging, he saw the meat inside started to glare with a dim red light. "I think my steak might explode." He said blankly; looking over to Blitz to see if he had any explanations or solutions. This was a little too strange for even Daine.
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Daine seemed irritable that his idea had to be scrapped, like a teenager getting a lecture by an adult - which, given their age difference, was actually true, if Daine was the age that he looked - but did drop the idea, even if it was done reluctantly. "Company, I can do," Blitz said, standing upright. "Buy what you want - it's your money, after all, and I'm not picky on food, for the most part."

Blitz stayed where he was, waiting to see what the youth would do - he did agree to drop the idea of stealing the food he wanted, but he didn't do so of his own choice, after all - but the exchange went down without a hitch, though he did get an odd look from the butcher when he asked for 'hat meat', and a facepalm from Blitz. Given that he's a butcher, he probably though the kid was asking for meat hewn from a hat, Blitz thought. Which doesn't exist, so no wonder he was confused. Couldn't imagine that being very tasty, anyway.

When he was done, the youth walked back to prize, announcing his purchased prize. "Yes, and I note the merchant has money, so well done." Blitz said. "I'll let you keep the meal for 'kings', though, as red meat isn't exactly my thing. Bit too hearty, most of the time."

Any further conversation on lunch and meals was put to a halt as the youth fell over out of nowhere, as if he'd been struck upside the head - a few panicked shouts alerted Blitz to the fact that Daine wasn't the only one suffering this sudden collapse. Daine got up almost as fast as he'd fallen over, seeming to check his limbs for damage, as the direction seemed the only clue as to the source of the collapsing citizens, something further down the street - as Blitz was almost as close as Daine was, but whatever sort of center of radius this thing was using had been right between Blitz and Daine, so he'd gotten hit instead.

More unusual was the meat Daine had just bought - he pulled it out of the pouch, and it was glowing a dangerous red, something it definitely hadn't been doing when he purchased it and brought it over here. Blitz grabbed the meat from the bag, one arm transforming into a metal arm with a fist big enough to conceal a watermelon entirely, which Blitz closed around the pile of raw meat. A moment later, there was a muffled thump, and smoke began leaking out from between Blitz's fingers. Blitz slowly opened his fist to reveal a blacked lump of what was formerly meat. "I'm guessing it wasn't like that when you bought it?" Blitz asked. "Good thing you didn't take a bite before you walked over here with it."
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