[@MiaRineLiAce][@dragonslayer1][@olcharlieboi][@KatherinWinter]


She turned to the two raising an eyebrow, a peculiar young lad in a bizarre theatre mask and a petite young lass in a dingy sweater with hay colored hair.  A soft smile had christened her lips beneath the veil of her macabre bandana as she greeted them in a whisper, [color=gray]"Hmm, you must be new as well.  Welcome to Fairy Tail, one of the most prominent mage guilds in the country.  I am Jocelyn.  Tis a pleasure to meet all of you."[/color]  A curtsy of her billowing black gown exhibiting her more elegant and refined nature, she bid them welcome.

The newcomers were few and sparse in between, but that was only during the years where the Guild was more or less an obscurity.  Now that it has been gaining popularity, more and more young witches, wizards, and warlocks have flocked to its doorstep, searching for many things, many motives they had, either seeking riches, fame, adventure, or...just a safe haven from a world having gone terribly wrong.

She had a hunch her first mission she would embark upon for the day would be relatively simple, but seeing as there were new inductees to the Guild, why not take them out and see if they could...earn their stripes, so to speak.  But before the notion could pass her lips, Charles, the spry fellow, had already beaten her to the punch.  [color=gray]"Ah Charles.  Good day to you.  I was just about to ask the same of these new ones, but as always an opportunity missed when you're around."[/color]  Under her bandana she smirked teasingly.  [color=gray]"I suppose if Mia will accompany you on your endeavor, then I will take these two with me to settle that [i]ghostly[/i] matter.  Besides..."[/color]  She paused turning to the two of them, a glint in her eye.  [color=gray]"No harm in having another necromancer accompany me to a place where the dead stir restless.  The shadow wielder's skill will be greatly appreciated too."[/color]

Another unmistakable aura, this one emanating rather radiant from the masked boy, the accompanying scent of graveyard soil and bone meal looming upon him.  He was a fellow practitioner of the dead arts, no doubt.