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[Gildarts]

“Molly?” Gildarts spoke into his handheld cell with a tired voice. Boy was that some… Time? Gildarts was used to parties lasting pretty long but that had been, seemed as though it had been, quite the event. He’d leave it at that. Shared smiles were best left, as they were, in the past. He had a new problem.

“Did you contact Karl Jak? Y’know, the guy who trapped me on an island a few times and runs that deathmatch competition? Is he holding you hostage?” Gildarts asked, it sounded like a JOKE. But Molly, Gil’s pseudo-daughter could tell by the way he had gotten right down ta business that he’d called for the sole purpose of checking her safety.

“Tch, this isn’t some old movie Gildarts,” the youth said with a flick of her hair that carried into the tethers of her voice across the verses, “I’m here in TG, still sort of grounded? I can hack round the blocks and stuff so that’s cool but- hey why do you ask?”

“You haven’t contacted Karl Jak at all?”

“No.” the girl said curtly, putting and end to his questions before squeaking, “It’s so cool how you’re on a first name basis with him! I mean I know he coordinates tv shows to kill people, but you’re a prime so I feel like its in a moral gray zone, ya know? Anyway-”

The girl would have likely kept talking for a good deal of time, which would have required focus that Gildarts Clive, of Fairytail couldn’t afford to spend on anything other than the enigma of the trouble he currently faced. “I gotta go, I’ll text you later.”

Click.

Molly, from across the Omniworld wrinkled her nose in a disgruntled humph!

And Gildarts looked down at the letter he’d messily torn open, thinking it was from an old lover (based on the hearts and xo’s in the top left corner) had opened it in front of friends, before dropping his ale glass and shattering it. Now, Gildarts was sober, had a mild headache and heavy cloud of grog as he made his way across the saline oceans to venture into his past once more.

My my,

You’ve been quite busy Mr. Clive, if you know what I mean.

I actually was contacted by your daughter, and wanted to know if her word had any merit or if this girl just wanted a signed copy of last year’s event on Blu-ray. You see, she seemed to want to get into contact with you. But, as you know, tis my favorite time of the year again, and well, I simply don’t have the time, I hope you’ll attend.

Toodles~

K.J.


Gildarts was left wondering if this was a false note, or it was really from the scoundrel Karl Jak trying to get him to join the games once more. At the end of the day, Gildarts supposed it didn’t matter, he was wrapped up once again, in the depths of Dante’s Abyss.

It was almost like his torment would never end.

He dismounted the boat and wobbled his way on shore, there waiting for him in shiny letters, magically perpetuated confetti and two too clean Syntech employees held out papers and pens. And the many memories he fought so often to repress, came back. And the very power that was never his first choice to use, became the very thing that allowed him to once again, embark on a quest that he never knew if he would come back from.

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