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@Lunarlord34

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

@Sanguine Rose

Leon looked over Ria’s shoulder at the commotion surrounding a strange, talking machine that had been tossed through the guild’s window. His guild mates crowded around it, trying to ascertain its origin and purpose. If he hadn’t been talking to Ria already, perhaps he may have gone over to take a look himself. Though the mission to Era was intriguing enough. If not somewhat bothersome. These student uprisings were so common it was hard to imagine any work actually got done at Era University. The faculty deserved some kind of pay rise for all the nonsense they had to deal with. Ria spoke of a diplomatic mission, but if it was anything like Leon remembered then they should definitely be preparing for the worst.

“Okay, I’ll give Irene a call.” Leon tried to suppress his childish grin to no avail. “She’s one of the smartest people I know. I’m sure she’ll be able to give us the information we need.” Leon gave Melia a little pat on her head, sending her back to the Fae realm while he went to get ready.

After a quick shower to clean himself off from his morning exercise, Leon dressed comfortably for the Era mission. Keeping his codex strapped to his hip, he would be prepared to summon one of his Pixies if the need arises. Even though he knew some of the more eccentric characters from the previous coups, he figured the stakes for this mission weren’t particularly high. Glancing over to his bedside table, a small communication device sat at the ready. Lacrima powered, it allowed wizards to communicate via voice over long distances through magic signals. He stared at the device for a short while, lost in thought.

It’s been a while since we’ve talked. Leon and Irene had kept up correspondence over letters, but it paled in comparison to the feeling of actually being with his friend. Would it be the same as he remembered? He reached for the device, punching in a series of symbols from a small, black notebook. The name ‘Irene’ was messily scrawled next to the array. He moved the device up to his mouth and awaited for the other end to receive the call.

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Calling Irene

The drone of the communication lacrima startled Irene from her studies, jolting her out of her chair. The prospect of a distraction from her upcoming assignments was more than welcome in her eyes. She practically leapt through the archway that led to her kitchen, sliding along the tiles in her socks. The place was a bit of a mess; dishes piled up in the sink, paperwork left about the counter and cluttered piles of textbooks and magazines which made the couch practically uninhabitable. It was a cramped, unruly place. Yet it held some sentiment of coziness. Much less stuffy than the pristine and proper Winchester mansion she used to call home.

Now if she could only find the damned lacrima. Unearthing a stack of unopened letters straight onto the kitchen floor, Irene was ecstatic to find her device hidden beneath. She shrugged the mess off, letting her household tabby, Chester, claw away at them for his own amusement. She clicked the device, putting a halt to its incessant beeping, and answered the call with a chipper greeting.

“Irene Winchester speaking, and might I just say how happy I am to take your call right now.” She glanced back at her study, poking her tongue out at the open books. There was a brief pause on the other end. Perhaps they dialed the wrong person?

“Hi Irene.” She was about to hang up when a familiar voice dampened her mood. She stood silent, unable to believe she was hearing Leon Aldeharts voice. She was sure that he would never hear it again with the way things had left off. Okay, so he had sent a few letters now and then but it wasn’t the same. Especially not after he had abandoned her to go running about the world chasing fairies. Letters telling her how great things were going for him? Without her around? She loved hearing about that.

“Um, Irene? Did I cut out?” Drat, she’d been silent for too long! She had to play it off cool.

“Wait don’t go! I’m here! I’m here!” Flawless. She slapped her forehead and mouthed the word ‘idiot’. Leon chuckled on the other end.

“It’s good to hear your voice, Irene.” A lump entered her throat. It held everything she wanted to say right then and there.

Don’t you know how much you hurt me? Of course he didn’t.

I hate you! Half true.

I’m doing just fine now that you’re gone. A complete lie.

“It’s good to hear yours too, Leon.” Irene clutched the device firmly. She wanted to yell and berate him for being so inconsiderate, but she knew she didn’t have it in her. Era had been so lonely since Leon left. She had other friends, sure, but she thought what they had was something special. Guess that proved how naive she truly was.

“Hey so, myself and a fellow guild wizard have taken a mission to come sort out the latest in uprisings at Era. I was hoping you may want to lend us a hand? Help us get a proper grasp of the situation.” Irene could have thrown the device against the wall. Of course he wouldn’t call just to check up on her. No, there had to be an ulterior motive. He was a member of Fenixtear now, that upstarting Guild that had slain the dragon three weeks ago in this very city. Irene remembered the day all too well - being rushed to the evacuation centers until the dragon fell. Though when she had heard it was an independent guild that had done the deed rather than one of the Council Registered ones, she would never have guessed in her wildest dreams that Leon would be among them. And yet there he was, printed in the pages of one of her regular magazines - offering relief to his colleagues.

“I know it’s asking a lot,” Leon began, but Irene had done enough listening.
“Yes, it is. You know how these things go down, Leon. I haven’t dared to go near the main campus since it all began.” The professors had gotten so used to these uproars they had contingency plans in place for students like Irene who just wanted to continue their studies and ignore all the riotous shenanigans. Though unfortunately it meant she had to do most of her work from home. Anyone with half a brain would know to just stay away until it was dealt with. That’s what she intended to do. That was, until Leon had decided to ask for her help.

“Okay, fine,” Irene groaned, admitting defeat, “I may or may not have decided to keep a few tabs on the situation. Just so I can move about the city without running into trouble. Here’s what you need to know-” Irene went on to explain who was heading the rebellion, as well as the members of the council that were assisting them. When she finished, he thanked her and severed the connection. She stared at the device for a while afterwards. Just what was she hoping to gain from involving herself in this madness?

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Leon returned downstairs to meet up with Ria once Irene had given him a tip off of the situation. He had scrawled the details down onto a little scrap of paper. It was all pretty standard stuff, when it started and which faculty were caught up in the escapades. In particular, the list of students running the coup was what would be most valuable to them. Though Leon suspected from the beginning it would be them.

“Alright, Irene says she’ll help us. We’ll meet her along with Professor Harvard’s thought projection at the University Belt.” Leon took another look at the flier, thinking of the group they would have to face against. He turned to Ria with his list.

“Here’s who we’re up against.” Leon went on to describe the members of the student council who had all helped instigate the coup. Giselle Kaiser, a nice enough girl who Leon had shared a few classes with. Kai Haul, the guy was weird and Leon didn’t know much about him, truthfully. Ramiel Dreyar, a Dragon Slayer who Leon despised. He had been one of the few who insisted on antagonizing and demeaning him for his simpler upbringing compared to most of the student body. Hama Bloomfield, an entrepreneurial sort who Leon had the displeasure of dealing with when his Fairies caused some property damage to the school. On their own they weren’t too bad, some of them were even nice enough to have a chat with if you ran into them in the halls. Yet they were being led by Jana Fernandes, the younger sister of Professor Harvard. She was a wild child who used her brother's position as a means to get away with all sorts of rule-breaking shenanigans around the school. Leon avoided her like the plague during his time at Era - hoping she would graduate before he ever had to be on the receiving end of her ire.

“We might want to see if anyone else wants to lend us a hand. If I know Jana, we’re going to be in for some trouble.”

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

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Kiba

✦ Character Theme | Rushing Heart ✦

Appearance

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Full Name

Kiba of the Empty Blade

Age

Seventeen

Gender

Male

Species

Human

Personality

Taught not to burden others with his presence from a young age, Kiba doesn’t seem to have much of an outward personality. He comes off as very stoic and uninterested, reacting to most situations with the same relaxed glare and coy smile as always. Even when presented with something particularly confronting, the most you’ll get from him is a raised eyebrow or slight frown. He is the definition of a closed book.

Strong willed and silent, Kiba possesses a loyalty and drive that few can rival. He is a steadfast protector with a complete disregard for his own wellbeing - placing those he has sworn to defend before himself no matter the cost. His duty is all he needs to be fulfilled. He forces himself to suppress his own desires and wants due to a harsh upbringing under the Sniegow family. He has found comfort in the simpleness of his existence, and fears what would become of him if he were left to find his own reason for being.

It is easy to mistake Kiba’s social ineptitude for stoicism. Truthfully, the boy has spent so little time around actual people he just doesn’t know how to interact with them. He has become reclusive and shy, which is becoming more of a glaring issue as he grows older. He is a selective mute who struggles to get even a peep out when in any social situation despite being more than capable of speech. For those able to break through his shell, he may open up and speak to them in short, mumbled sentences.

He loves to be active and oftentimes loses his composure while training or sparring, revelling in the adrenaline of it all. He is a good sport and shows both reverence and respect to his opponents and allies alike.

Strengths

✦ Martial Poise: Years of dedicated training has honed Kiba's body into a cold, unfeeling weapon. He moves without hesitation with a certain grace and swiftness to his steps and strikes. He exerts his power efficiently with great precision and razor sharp reflexes; the traditions of the Sniegow warrior arts living on through him.

✦ Adept Swordsman: To Kiba, the Empty Blade is but an extension of his own body. While he is no master, he takes to the sword as naturally as a fish does water.

✦ Iron Will: It is quite difficult to sway Kiba from his duty. He is a very driven individual who places his mission before all else.

Weaknesses

✦ Underwhelming Strength: While not physically weak by any stretch of the imagination, Kiba's true strength relies in his finesse and the precision of his attacks. He isn't a physical powerhouse who can overpower opponents. He often needs to employ clever swordplay to win against tougher foes.

✦ Straightforward Thinker: Kiba doesn't really think outside of the box. A warrior at heart, his usual course of action is to draw his blade and settle matters with blows. Thinking beyond that is not his strong suit.

✦ Naive: There is much Kiba does not know of this world. While he does possess a modicum of common sense, he is often the victim of trickery and silver tongued charlatans. Gullible to a tee, he is pretty easy to mislead provided you tailor your words to fit his current goal.

Guild

Fenixtear

Mage Rank

A Rank

Guild Mark Location

Right Pectoral

Magic

Empty Sky Form

A Holder Magic channeled through Saint Shiva’s Empty Blade, a katana imbued with Ice Magic that is said to freeze anything it cuts. Drawing the blade itself will drain the wielder of their magic power over time, but allows them to create and manipulate ice to enhance their swordplay.

Spell List

Frostbite: When drawn, the Empty Blade will begin to freeze anything it slices. This affects inanimate objects quicker than it does people. Causes the target to move and react slower, the effect increasing the more Frostbite is built up on them.

Ice Blade: Conjures blades of ice at various sizes, angles and distances. Can be launched as projectiles.

Crystal Slash: Empowers sword strikes with ice that extend the range and cutting power of the Empty Blade. Can be used with the blade sheathed but will not build Frostbite if used in such manner. These slashes can be launched at foes at a distance.

Permafrost: Delivers a sword slash with the drawn Empty Blade, causing targets afflicted with Frostbite to become Frozen.

Frozen: Target is trapped in ice, unable to take any movement action for a brief period. Ice will melt at the end of the effect, leaving them unharmed. Targets afflicted with higher amounts of Frostbite are trapped longer.

Shatter: Sheathes the Empty Blade, shattering the ice around any Frozen targets for heavy damage.

Dual Ice Strike: Strikes twice in a wide arc before the caster in quick succession. The first slash applies Frostbite whilst the second applies Permafrost.

Snow Flower Storm: An Iaijutsu technique that delivers a series of weak slashes to the target that rapidly applies Frostbite before sheathing the blade. Possessing such speed that the wielder appears to never draw their blade.

Blizzard: An Iaijutsu technique that strikes a target with Permafrost before sheathing the blade to Shatter any Frozen targets. Possesses the same bewildering speed of other Iaijutsu techniques.

Empty Sky Form - Winter’s Riposte: An Iaijutsu technique that has the wielder assume a defensive stance. If struck by any physical attack, the wielder will dash through their target with a heavy Permafrost slash before sheathing their blade to Shatter them.

Driving Frost: An Iaijutsu technique that has the wielder gather energy whilst their blade is sheathed. After a brief moment, the energy is released in a long ranged, ninety degree Frostbite slash in any direction.

Diamond Frost - Axe: An Iaijutsu technique that has the wielder gather energy while their blade is sheathed. Cleaves a moderate area around them with a Permafrost slash.

Empty Sky Form - Heavenly Moon Strike: An Iaijutsu technique that has the wielder slicing through their opponent with a quick, mid ranged dash. Applies Permafrost.

Equipment

✦ Saint Shiva's Empty Blade: A relic of the now lost Sniegow clan, this enchanted Katana of Ice once belonged to Shiva Sniegow. Practically a figure of myth, enshrined in Sainthood for giving her life to protect the infant heir of the Gospel family from a Devil. The blade is made of what the Sniegow refer to as Perfect Ice, enchanted to never melt or break as well as freeze anything it cuts. The Blade also possesses the ability to absorb power from Devil Magic, fueling the wielders own spells with cursed magic.

✦ Ceremonial Tanto: A dagger used in the initiation of young warriors into the service of House Gospel. Kiba received this dagger when he completed his trials under Master Tsume. He was to present it to Gwendolyn Gospel so that she may draw blood from him and accept his pledge of lifelong servitude. He always has it concealed on his person, but out of reverence refused to wield it against his foes. The only blood to be drawn from the dagger is to be his own.

✦ Pan Flute: A simple wind instrument for passing time on the road.

History

An orphaned street urchin with no past or importance to anyone. Taken in by the Sniegow clan, a branch family of the devil hunting Gospel clan, and given the name ‘Kiba’ - Fang. His upbringing was unconventional to say the least, for the Sniegow hold a proud lineage of servitude to the Gospels. Their members are taught from a young age that they are simply tools to be used and disposed of as the main family desires. The man who took him in, Tsume Sniegow, raised the boy himself to become a steadfast guardian for the rightful heir of the Gospel family. Kiba met Gwendolyn many times in his youth, but was never once permitted to interact with her. Yet he knew that one day she would be the person he’d swear his sword and life to.

Having known no other life, Kiba took to his bestowed purpose with great ambition and resilience. The training under Tsume was intense, pushing the young boy to the brink many times. Yet each time he fell, he rose again. The Fang of the Gospel clan. He grew enamored with the concept. Though his life would always be worthless and he himself nothing more than a weapon, his existence would serve to further the influence of his lady. Tsume, well past his prime, bequeathed to Kiba a relic of the Sniegow; Saint Shiva’s Empty Blade. A blade of pure frost once wielded by a warrior most true and faithful - one who bent the knee to the Gospel clan generations ago. During his thirteenth year, Kiba had begun to take on the final trials of his arduous training. Once complete, Lady Gwendolyn would have her loyal Fang.

The trials, while grueling, proved surmountable by the young man who had spent years intensely honing his skills. Yet there was little time to savour his well earned victory. Upon returning to the main estate to be formally offered to his lady, Tsume and Kiba were met with a most gruesome sight. The entire village, ravaged by demons. The bodies of the main family were scattered across the estate, torn to shreds beyond recognition. It was to be assumed that the young heiress and her sister also perished with their family.

To not die protecting the main family was the greatest dishonor a Sniegow could suffer. The joy and pride that had welled up inside Kiba turned to ash and sank to the bottom of his stomach. Everything he had been preparing for was simply gone. Tsume spoke often of the great shame he felt in his pupil, that perhaps if he had worked more diligently then he would have been ready sooner. Maybe he would have been able to protect Lady Gwendolyn and her sister Astoria. Or at the very least, offer his worthless life up so that they may live. A tool with no hand to wield it is of little use to anyone, afterall.

Despite his shame, Tsume continued to train Kiba over the coming years. He had no main family to serve, but it was all the two of them knew. The young Fang threw himself into his warrior arts with more intensity than he knew he possessed. More than anything, he regretted his own weakness. The desire to grow stronger so that he may one day be of use to someone as he was always supposed to. This is what fueled him. He would become a weapon without parallel, cold and unfeeling with the drive to do what must be done. Or at least, that was the plan.

Tsume grew sick, and Kiba’s training was put off so that he may better take care of his master. After several months of treatment it became clear that he would not conquer this ailment. Now facing the prospect of being left alone, Kiba almost succumbed to sorrow and doubt. Then, a miracle happened. Gwendolyn and Astoria, pictured on the front page of a magazine. They were alive and well; guild wizards of all things. Kiba, unable to contain his excitement, went straight to his master. He showed him the photos. He read him the article. He began to make plans to journey with Tsume to Crocus once his master became well. Tsume told him that there would be no need. Too much time had already been wasted. Kiba had a duty to uphold. He ordered the boy to pack his things and head to Crocus on his own. Reluctant to leave behind his ailing master, but unable to refuse his words, Kiba left Tsume behind to his fate and made his way to Fenixtear in the hopes of finding his lady and finally taking his place as her loyal Fang.

Extra Information

✦ Nameless: Children trained under the Sniegow Family are not permitted to take the family name. They are given a title that reflects their life's purpose, and only once it has been fulfilled are they permitted to bear the Sniegow name proudly. Kiba means 'Fang'. In essence, his name reflects his purpose as a vicious guard dog of Gwendolyn Gospel.

✦ Selective Mute: Kiba can talk, but he often chooses not to. This is generally a byproduct of severe social anxieties as well as his harsh training under the Sniegow that aimed to dehumanize him.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

@hatakekuro | @Sanguine Rose

The last few weeks had been somewhat of a turning point for Leon’s regular routine. His first month at Fenixtear had been spent coasting around, fulfilling the bare minimum required to pay for his expenses. With the defeat of the dragon in Era, and the notoriety that came with it, the young man had decided to work a little harder at bettering himself as a mage. His mornings started earlier than they once did, a change he took some time to accept. It would become a habit eventually. It became clear during the battle that he lacked the stamina of his guildmates, so he had started going for runs at sunrise to help with his overall fitness. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

Having returned from his run, Leon was cooling down with some iced tea at the bar counter - watching Zenith fuss about like a headless chicken. Today he had decided to bring Melia out for a little play. Unlike Lorelai, Melia held very little respect for Leon as her summoner. The pixie shared a similar likeness to Lorelai, albeit with more fuschia tones in her wings and dressing, but the comparisons ended there. Melia was obnoxious, mischievous and downright trouble. Just as one of Zenith’s patrons went to add additional seasoning to their meal, they would find the entire contents of the salt shaker poured out over their plate in a flakey pile. From underneath the table, a cheeky snicker confirmed the presence of the aforementioned fae.

The patron, one of the newer guild members, shot a nasty glare in Leon’s direction. He scratched the back of his head with his good hand, offering an apologetic nod. Melia fluttered beside him, still giddy with delight over her little stunt. She took note of his stern gaze, waving it off with a series of incomprehensible squeaks.

“Please, Mel. Zenith is going to lose the plot if you keep screwing around with his meals.” Leon begrudgingly remembered the talking to he received the last time Melia decided to get creative. Bluntly put, a lot of the guild members weren’t too keen on the Pixie’s presence. While Leon would never try to control them forcefully, it was clear he didn’t command a lot of authority over them as a summoner. He continued to speak with Melia, his Fae having improved a fair bit over the last few weeks, before Ria turned up to his table with a job flier.

“Oh, I’ve heard things were going a bit pear shaped over there.” Leon roused the flier from the counter, turning it over for additional information. He looked back at Ria with a slight grin.
“I know the campus fairly well, but there’s always the risk someone would recognise me.” He rubbed his chin with his prosthetic hand, musing over the situation. The money would be a great help, and maybe he could convince them to acquit his debt instead of a scholarship. Perhaps Ria wanted the scholarship? He glanced at her sideways. He reckoned she would be a nice fit for Era. The two of them had spoken at length about magical theory and other thought provoking topics on many a night. Usually accompanied by warm mugs of cocoa. Even Lavinia joined in - though she didn’t seem much interested in Leon. The point being, Ria sported an intellect that matched a lot of his former peers at Era. He could see her getting into debates with the professors or lounging in a local cafe with fellow studnets pondering philosophy or other such topics.

Before he let his thoughts wander, he would offer an assured response to her original plea.
“Yeah, sounds fun. I have a friend who still attends Era that will help us out.” He smiled, just the prospect of catching up with Irene was enough to brighten his day. “Oh, and I could also show you around to some real neat places. There’s this bookshop with a massive occult section; real big Lavinia vibe-” Leon began to babble on about a few other spots, more excited about the prospect of going on a mission with Ria than anything. He pushed down feelings of regret and shame, the memory of his failure at Era ever present.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

@Gittarackur | @Anza

To say today was eventful would be the understatement of the century. Leon had been eagerly anticipating his first real job as a mage, though he hadn’t quite expected to be thrown into the deep end so soon. The district in which the battle had taken place was charred almost beyond recognition. He had frequented this area not six months ago; stopped for drinks with friends after class, chatted up girls at the bookstore and walked past the Council building so many times the architecture was practically imprinted upon his retinas. Though he knew the city would recover, he still couldn’t shake the feeling of despair that came from gazing over the remnants of the life he left behind.

He shook his head. Today wasn’t the time to despair over such things; his guild had achieved a victory here. Though his part was minimal, he couldn’t help but bask in the pride of being a Fenixtear Mage.

As Grasidia was set to depart, Leon considered asking the plant mage if she would take Felix back with her. He didn’t mind taking the train, but it would be best for the young boy to get some rest in a proper bed as soon as possible. Yet he remained silent, watching her prepare for her departure. Back during the fight, Grasidia had scolded him for misdirecting his attention. Now, carrying the limp body of Felix over his back, it was clear she was right to disparage his efforts. He wasn’t ready to face her yet, now knowing she was right to doubt his judgement in the heat of battle. Leon had much to learn before he could stand before a mage like Grasidia with confidence.

As the Obsidian Kite airship descended upon the group, Leon would count his lucky stars at the prospect of a free, comfortable ride back to Crocus. Boarding the ship with his peers, he turned his head towards Lavinia while she spouted some nonsense of a diabolical nature.
“God, you're weird.” He smirked, walking past her to find a suitable place to put Felix down for the trip. Settling on a row of seats that weren’t occupied, he lay the boy down across them before planting himself on the floor in front. He’d monitor Felix through the trip just to make sure everything was alright.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Here's a sheet for an NPC I've been working on with some relevance to Leon.

Irene Winchester

Full Name

Irene Winchester

Age

Twenty

Mage Rank

D Rank

Magic

Archive

Description

Irene attends Era university as a student of Archive Magic, a highly sought after skill in modern day Fiore. The oldest of four sisters and heiress to one of Fiore’s top magic tool companies; Winchester Designworks. Her family is new money, and as such has not yet adopted the mannerisms one would usually associate with the upper class. Irene’s father, Nathaniel Winchester, stands apart from other entrepreneurial types by his strong, family oriented ideals and affordable products that don’t skimp on quality. His company is built upon the belief that all citizens of Fiore, regardless of their social class, should have the same access to technology. He has become somewhat of a pariah among his competitors by forcing the market to adjust to meet the high demand of Winchester Designworks products.

Irene is sweet natured and respectful, with more wit to her than what meets the eye. She’s grown up with a great admiration for her father and has picked up on his own mannerisms when handling shrewd business dealings. Even though she holds no ill will against her family, at Era she has made a point to try and stand out from her father’s reputation. There are many who begrudge her for her upbringing, claiming her place at Era was bought and not earnt. Irene lets her intellect and sharp tongue disprove these naysayers.

Leon was just beginning his second year of university at Era when he met Irene whilst volunteering at a meet and greet for new students. The two became fast friends, with the potential for their relationship to become more intimate. Unfortunately, Leon grew distant in the months that lead to him dropping out. His side project took up all his free time and he barely spoke to Irene. She was really hurt when he decided to leave without so much as a goodbye.

Despite it all, Irene makes a point to keep in contact with Leon and relishes in stories of his adventures as a Fenixtear mage. The spark between them may have been snuffed out, but she is happy for the new path Leon is on.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

@Not Fungus | @Bartimaeus | @Endeavor | @Gittarackur

Leon was starting to feel spent. He always underestimated how draining healing magic could be when overused. Not to mention he wasn’t exactly known for his efficiency when casting spells - oftentimes blowing large amounts of his power unnecessarily. Thankfully it didn’t matter today, because they were safe and Felix was no longer in a critical state. Leon couldn’t help but feel a little proud at how well he’d managed to patch him up - it was his first time mending such a damaged body. So when Luke approached to check in on Felix, the healer was more than happy to offer back his own gleeful smile and thumbs up.

“He’s going to be okay. Right now he just needs to rest.” Leon smirked, extending his fist to playfully nudge Luke in the shoulder.
“You’re awesome man. Really smacked that beast around.” Not many people could dropkick a dragon in the face and live to tell the tale. Truly, he was surrounded by some pretty spectacular mages. One day, he hoped to join their league.

The familiar fluttering of wings from behind made Leon jump to his feet, spinning around to be face to face with his little pixie. Lorelai had returned from aiding Lilianna, crashing into her conjurer’s chest with an excited squeal. He returned the embrace with a gentle pat with his index finger.
“You were great Lor. Go and rest now.” The fae nodded, dispersing into thin air with a puff of residual pixie dust. Leon hadn’t noticed Liliana until she called to him, thanking him for his efforts.

Leon could feel a warmth spread across his cheeks, his eyes welling up with joyful tears. Before he could start bawling, he quickly rubbed his sleeve across his eyes and tried to laugh it off. Standing tall, a childish grin plastered across his face, he tapped his Codex and spoke with pride.
“Lorelai is really something special, isn’t she?” He was beaming. He had contributed so little, but his guildmates still valued what he could do. They had no idea how validating that was.
“I’m just glad you’re alright.” It was the truth. Whilst Lilianna still looked a little run down, seemingly less affected by Leon’s healing than he’d hoped, she still looked pretty good for someone who took a dragon’s tail head on.

Leon paused for a moment when he remembered watching the tail swipe wipe her out across the streets of Era. He had been able to mitigate a good amount of the hurt on himself when the tail crashed into him. If he had been faster, more vigilant, better, then he could have done the same for Lilianna. Yet despite that realization, he was feeling too good about himself to let it bring him down. So instead, he pointed to the dragon slayer with confidence.

“Next time, I’ll make sure you don’t need healing in the first place.”

Gwen joined their group, checking in on Luke like the protective big sister Leon had heard much about from Ria. She turned to him and thanked the young mage for keeping her friends healthy.
"It's my pleasure, ma'am." Leon rubbed the back of his head. The praise was starting to become awkward. He wasn't used to it. It was very flattering though. Before anything else could be said, a reporter stopped by and asked the group to smile for a photo. Leon complied, though he admittedly looked quite awkward. Once they had left, he looked down at Felix’s still unconscious form and decided it would be better to bring him to the rest of the ground. Crouching down, he heaved the young boy up over his shoulder and fastened his prosthetic arm around his waist to keep him from moving around too much.

“I’m going to go join the others.” Leon began, taking a brief glimpse at the chaos his guildmates were instigating.
I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. He mused, concerned that he would be caught up in the tomfoolery by association. He supposed there wasn’t much point standing around anymore though. It was with that resolve he began to approach the others, thinking it was time to get Felix back home to the guild for some rest.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

@Gittarackur

Leon had spent the remainder of the battle crouched in the debris from when the dragon had sent him flying with its tail. His eyes were puffy with dried tears, his trousers stained with his own blood from the gash he had since patched up with a bit of restorative magic. The wound wasn’t that deep, so it had healed up nicely with minimal effort on his half. Meanwhile, Lorelai was still alongside Lilianna, making sure she was recovered enough before returning to Leon as per his request.

Gritting his teeth, Leon clenched his fists with such intensity his nails began to dig into the palms of his hands. Slumped over, the young mage let out a pained wince, but it was not physical pain he was feeling right now. His first chance to prove himself useful to his guild mates and he had spent most of the battle frozen up. When Marduk had dropped Felix off beside him, he couldn’t even muster the courage to help the boy through his own self pity. Luke had stopped by to pick the boy up, bringing him back to the group.

If not for the droplets of rain sending an invigorating sensation along his skin, Leon may have stayed where he was for quite some time more. Blinking, he caught a glimpse of his guild mates converging around the disintegrating dragon's corpse. Among them, he spotted Holly and Marduk. The former looked pretty worse for wear. His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. How could he face them after failing them so spectacularly? Felix lay unconscious before the entire guild, and it was entirely his fault. He was so desperate to look useful that he ended up abandoning the only thing that was asked of him.

Now, drenched from head to toe under the sudden downpour, he would have to face the music. Raising himself from the ground, he held his codex firmly under his arm and began to approach his comrades. As he got closer, he took note of their injuries. They all got off so much worse than he did, yet they held the line. He didn’t deserve to stand among them. Once he was close enough to lay eyes on Felix’s still body, the boy’s wounds became much more apparent.
“I’m…” He choked on his own words, eyes darting between his peers. “I… I can help Felix. Please, you’ve all done so much.”

Please, let me do this for you at least.

Crouching besides the boy, a cursory glance at the amount he was perspiring confirmed him to be overheating from some unknown cause. Perhaps it was magical? Leon admittedly knew very little about Felix’s magic. For now he thought it best to proceed with his aid as normal. He first went to unzip the boy’s jacket to free his breathing of any restriction. As his hands got closer though, he felt an intense heat. His first instinct was to pull away, but Leon was determined to push through and help this kid. Taking the pain in stride, he managed to open up the jacket. Hopefully this would help him cool down a bit.

Opening up his codex, Leon lay his hands above Felix and began to channel Physick. The familiar green light swathed over the boy, pulsating back and forth along the length of his body. With less distraction, Leon’s healing worked a lot faster than it had on Grasidia during the battle. Once he had done all he could, Leon let his arms slump back down to his side with an exhausted sigh. He wasn’t sure when Felix would wake up, but at the very least he had stopped his condition from worsening. By the amount of power he had to exert just to stabilize him, it was clear things could have gotten worse if left unchecked.

All of a sudden Leon felt the familiar touch of sunlight against the back of his head, followed by an intense crash that shook him into a standing position. Fearing the dragon’s brother or cousin or something had decided to pay them a visit, his immediate reaction was to clutch the sides of his head in panic. Only for a man with a commanding, powerful voice to address the group.

Leon watched the standoff between Grasidia, Holly and this man - who would eventually introduce himself as Ajax Thera. The tension in the air was palpable. He hoped he would never find him on the receiving end of either Ajax’s or Grasidia’s intense presence. The conversation eventually came to a stop, with Ajax leaving the S Classes behind him in a stifling silence.
“Uh, what now?” Leon questioned, looking to the other guild members for direction.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

@Bartimaeus

Grasidia’s unexpected hostility had definitely caught Leon off guard, but he understood her frustrations. Despite that, he couldn’t help himself from voicing his own concerns.
“You’re one of our strongest mages, Ma’am. If we’re to stand a chance you need to be kept healthy too.” His words seemed to ring hollow, the plant mage ordering him to aid the others. At the very least she seemed a little less worse for wear than before. Leon turned to Lorelai, who was continuing to wrap Grasidia in her healing embrace just for a tiny bit of extra relief.

“Alright Lor, that’s enough.” The fairy flew back to his side, resting on the young man’s shoulder. Tucking his codex away, Leon scanned around to try and find someone else in need of his assistance. Unfortunately the battle was much too chaotic for him to get a good grasp of his surroundings. Though the sight of a young Felix rushing in to face the beast immediately drew his attention.
What is he doing?! This was bad! Holly and Marduk had specifically told him to look after Felix and he’d already abandoned the young lad. Grasidia was right - he has wasted his efforts and now Felix was in peril. He began to move forward, thinking he could try and protect the boy at the last moment. He willed his legs to move another step, but a blood curdling screech locked his muscles in place. The dragon was enraged. Fear had Leon in its grasp, Lorelai’s words of encouragement falling on deaf ears. Then the dragon readied its breath attack.

If not for Grasidia’s brambles, Leon would surely have been roasted to a crisp. Falling backwards, he took a moment to catch his breath as the heat of the flame breath lashed all around him. Had Grasidia managed to protect Felix too? He would never forgive himself if he has failed to keep him same. Once the flames subsided, Leon peaked out from behind his cover just in time to see Zenith escorting Felix to safety. What a relief. Before he had time to get comfortable, the ground rattled and warped around him - the result of the dragon’s body slamming down to the earth with immense force. The foundation of the streets around him buckled, and Leon employed a bit of quick footwork to try and stop himself from being swallowed up by debris. Jumping from large pieces of unstable ground, he made his way to a patch of earth that was relatively untouched. The decimation of Era surrounded him, but at least his friends had managed to get some good hits in on the creature. Or so he thought.

Leon couldn’t believe his eyes, the dragon was healing itself! It was hopeless to try and fight this thing. Though it seemed he had resigned himself to despair a tad too early. His allies were not so complacent as to let the beast get away with dismissing their efforts to fell it. A good portion of its face, neck and wing bloomed into sanguine thorns - a sight that sent shivers down Leon’s spine. No doubt that was Lavinia’s doing. Did blood magic have to be so unsightly?

Meanwhile Holly’s assault, cleverly taking advantage of the Dragon’s own carnage of the surrounding area, pelted the monster with chunks of rubble and debris. Wait, was that Clover being flung towards it as well? Leon watched him torpedo into the dragon before attempting to further rend its wound apart. That was definitely one way to go about it. All the while, Grasidia continued to subdue the beast with her vines, but it would seem the effectiveness of her restraints was starting to fade. That was when he saw the tail swipe heading straight for Lilianna. Damnit, in all the chaos he had failed to keep an eye out for his other guild members. He winced at the sight of the dragonslayer’s body being sent reeling from the attack.

The dragon’s tail swipe didn’t end there, continuing along its arc and heading straight towards Leon. Lorelai braced for impact, but thankfully the young mage had been given enough warning of the impending attack to pull his codex in front of him.
“Adloquium!” He shouted, the same magic circle from when he had healed Grasidia bursting forth from the flipping pages of his book. From the bottom of his feet, an array of tessellating hexagons began to solidify into a crystalline force that enveloped him in a sphere of protective magic. The shield had only just finished taking form right as the tail collided with it. The barrier shattered immediately, but had thankfully managed to absorb a good amount of force from reaching Leon. He was still flung backwards, tumbling along the streets in a messy heap. Lorelai flew to his side, beginning to heal him with her own regenerative magic.

Raising himself to a kneel, Leon pointed towards his injured teammate and issued a pressing order to his Pixie.
“Go to Lilianna! Do whatever it takes to get her back in the fight!” Lorelai hesitated not wanting to leave her conjurer in an injured state, prompting a much more forceful shout.
“Go! She’s more important than I am!” Leon was practically useless against this dragon, but he could at the very least try to keep his allies safe. He attempted to stand up, only to be met with a throbbing pain in his right leg. Crumpling to the ground, he winced whilst examining the gash along his thigh. Probably nipped it on some jagged rubble.

“I’ll be fine.” Lorelai wasn’t reassured, but she reluctantly darted away towards where Lilianna was. When she had stopped in front of her, Leon closed his eyes and began to focus his magic. In front of his face, a magic circle depicting a pair of butterfly wings formed.
“Whispering Dawn” On his command, Lorelai began to pulse with energy, twirling around Lilianna before an intense plume of pixie dust burst from all around her. In addition to her own healing magic, the additional restorative effects from her spell began to mend Lilianna’s wounds much faster than if he had relied purely on Lorelai’s embrace.

Leon watched as Felix began his assault again, only to be taken out by one of the dragon's attacks. Similarly, Zenith had a gout of intense fire breath aimed towards him. Leon grit his teeth and attempted to stand up again, but his body failed him.
“Come on! Move!” Tears welled up in his eyes. He pounded his prosthetic fist into the side of his good leg. “Move!” Unfortunately, he could not overpower his instincts right now. Everything in his body was screaming at him to run and hide, to give up and let be. No matter how hard he wanted to continue helping he just couldn’t force himself to move. How pathetic. He’d only received mild injuries and was already at the end of his rope? He started to think perhaps his guildmates should have questioned bringing him along rather than Felix. At least Felix had the guts to keep on fighting despite all odds. Through his tears, Leon looked over to Lilianna and prayed Lorelai’s efforts accumulated to something. He hated to leave Zenith and Felix without his aid, but he had to trust that the other more composed members of the group would be capable of helping them.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

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