#coruscatiio

[emperorvastias]

@coruscatiio

when master ooba had called him into the office, he had been surprised. lyon didn’t think he did anything wrong. mostly because he hadn’t really seen gray recently and usually that little menace got him wrapped up into shenanigans lyon couldn’t even fathom. but. it wasn’t that and what it was surprised him even more — a direct request for him. lyon wasn’t a stranger to those, not really. his popularity as a dynamic ice make mage was well set in stone when he was caught by sorcerer weekly eight….nine years ago? he wasn’t sure, but since that shirtless photoshoot, he was somewhat popular. and the grand magic games (when they bothered, before the reality of them was revealed and left a bitter feeling) also skyrocketed his popularity. seasonally, he would get some requests like that but it wasn’t the norm for him.

maybe he shouldn’t overthink it. master ooba had said the woman’s name was adina feldt. the last name made him inwardly flinch, just a bit. but. old wounds could be frozen over. it was a popular last time (he had checked, once, Before) and the description of the woman was tall, red hed, wearing a noticeably hat and had glasses. his instructions were to meet ms. adina feldt at the zinnia train station and escort her on her travels. the instructions were vague on where they were going or why she needed an escort but lyon was sure he’d find out.

he wore a freshly ironed cape, it was new and he was excited to wear it. sometimes, it was the little things. he was early to the meeting time but he liked to be early so he can scope the places out. zinnia train station was nice and orderly, just the way he liked things and his eyes scanned the crowd as he waited. despite being early, lyon did not have to wait too long and he felt a rush of fondness for this stranger. it was always nice to meet a fellow “on time is late” kind of person. he walked more out into the crowd, towards who he really hoped was his charge. if it wasn’t —he will want to sink into the ground.

“ms. adina feldt?” he asked as he approached the woman. lyon mustered his best smile. “i’m lyon vastia, but i’m sure you know.”

[aitheros]

✉ from arania~

☼   ╱   A.

[  sms → 0130  ]     today, i heard somone say that merrmaid heel nee ds a man for guildmaster

[  sms → 0133  ]     the fcking nerve ......

[  sms → 0136  ]     ne ver had i wanted to punc h someone more 

[  sms → 0137  ]     merma di heel is obiviously too Cool fer men 

[  sms → 0140  ]     t ah t wasnt sarcsm i rlly mean it !!

DRUNK TEXT MEME.  ╱   always accepting !

[killrate]

Each time she arrives to Era─for some gods-forsaken Council bullshit that could perfectly-well be done via letters─she is inevitably disappointed about the fact that she never runs into any of her friends.

But perhaps the timing of the meetings had been adjusted for Sherry’s sake. She had, after all, been very straight-forward with her regarding some of her beloved group.  Or perhaps, the Council was deliberately keeping them separate. Both reasons are plausible.

Fair. Mary can’t be upset at that. It illustrates the respect they have to Sherry, at least. 

The rune knights do not stand too close to her this time, likely due to the presence of a few other mages in the hall. 

She notices one that she’s seen here before ( poor guy )─and she knows she’s seen him in magazines, too, in the past. It takes her a minute or three to recall his name, but she finally does. Eve. Now - his last name... That was long-forgotten.

He stands only a few feet away from her, and she can already anticipate the lengthy wait before Sherry is permitted to leave. Why not socialize a little?

❝So, what’ve they bugged you over? You must be so excited to be called in.❞

♡ @coruscatiio​

[chaoticor]

@coruscatiio​ / eva

she was just doing her thing for this day (which was, counting her money and being delighted that what she thought the conversion rate from jewels was, in fact, the real life conversation rate and not some made up figure in her head) when on the corner of eye she saw something. well, not something but someone. 

“holy sh--” a nearby child quickly made her change her word, “oot! eva!? eva!” she waved down her friend. it had been a while and now that she thought of it, eva did mention about going home to fiore at some point. this must be that point. what a fun coincidence! she jogged over and ignored the eyes of all the Not Evas in the place. “eva! it’s me! willow! in case you forgot but, forget that, how the frick are ya?”

[freedthedark]

@coruscatiio​

     “That’s quite impressive. Have you met Bixlow before? I’m guessing that he would just love to hold a flexibility battle with you.”

[chaoticor]

@coruscatiio reply to xx

bob was smiling, ever since eve began to speak and it stayed perfect on his face. just as his mother taught him, all those years ago. to think when he joined fairy tail (a true lifetime ago) his mother feared her lessons in etiquette would be wasted. at least he had sica back then. and he is lucky enough to say that he has her now as well. and that was something some people would never understand and in a way, he pitied them so. friends and family were all you had in the end, after all.

the most interesting part was that goldmine was called in. and it could mean a few things---a task that they needed goldmine’s specific expertise on---but! the way eve phrased seemed even bigger than that. top secret. hm. hm! indeed. there was always a thread to lead back to somewhere else, someone else and his recent visit with sica unsettled him, but he could not exactly say why. and there was a thread, a town, a guild that connected them all. bob hummed and nodded to eve.

“hm! i will have to get the appropriate paperwork for when they call me, because---i do have a feeling they will.” he did not want to put pressure on eve or reveal all his thoughts to the young lad, though. it was a small fault of his that he sometimes forgot how much eve had grown. he had a similar problem with isley. “luckily for us, we are safe and with this heads up i can gather more materials as needed. you have my deepest and most sincere gratitude, eve.” he tapped his fingers on his chin and appraised eve. “tell me, eve. do you have friends in other guilds?”

[chaoticor]

@coruscatiio / eve

it was not quite a boring day (did those ever exist in blue pegasus, really?) but it was a quieter one. his meeting with master bob had ended sooner than he expected, but then again, master bob was Up to something. hibiki was not sure what it was, just that it existed. if it came to it, he was sure that the old (never say that to his face, of course) man would let him know when appropriate.

luckily for hibiki---eve was here. a smile lifted his lips and he waved at the younger mage. “eve! just when i was thinking i would begin to grow bored, you show up. i wonder now if you happened to learn any telepathic magic while my eyes were closed.” it wouldn’t be so far-fetched. eve was something of a wunderkind. 

[killrate]

She was not sure if she still had to knock by the time she reached the cabin her sister had pointed out to her because surely, her muttered curses could be heard from miles away. Alas, she was on her best behaviour today and so she did knock loudly. "Does a Mary live here?" she called. "My sister — tiny, dark hair, terrible temper before six in the morning — sends me with an invitation for dinner."

i don't even know what year this is from ft. @coruscatiio

It startled her at first. 

That she was never expecting visitors aside, it was not a familiar knock. Not quite Ur's, and certainly not Solomon's ─ if the too-feminine, muffled voice that had been approaching was anything to go by. The sickening and unfamiliar feeling of her heart falling to her stomach flared within her again. Not a reaction she was used to.

Mary was intentional when she rose from her chair ─ careful not to slide the stiff yet sturdy chair across the old wooden floors of the cabin. There would be no way of knowing who was on the other side, so she thought it best to be quiet as a mouse.

As though by sheer force of will, she managed to get her heartrate somewhat in check as she slowly approached the door. She was not defenseless. Far from it, really. Truthfully, the cause of her anxiety was more the matter of what face she'd soon see, rather than fearing for a potential threat. Who might have been looking, and successfully found her.

"Does a Mary live here?" A feminine voice called from the other side - the same voice which had been cursing its way there, in fact. It was not one she recognized, and certainly didn't technically raise any alarms for her.

As she opened the door and she peeked out, a stranger stood there.

Good. A stranger. Not bad news.

"A Mary might be staying here..." She answered, cautiously, but honestly (to her own surprise).

Whatever questions she may have had were swiftly answered by the lady standing there, thankfully. At least she was to-the-point. A best case scenario, at that moment.

Her look of mild surprise didn't last long when the unmistakable description of Ur was voiced, and she instinctively opened the door wider.

"Oh, Ur? Ur is your sister?" She responded before really thinking about it, but she did glance back at the countertop, where a bowl sat, covered with a towlette. 

The dough still needed to rise, but... She could just bring it over with her, and bake it there─so long as Ur agreed. It could work out, as she'd intended to bake an entire bun for Ur and Solomon anyway.

She smiled at the visitor, stood up a little straighter and said, "I would love to join you all. At what time should I be there?" Mary would not put it past Ur to expect her there shortly, but figured it was best not to assume rushing was in order.