05-26-2015, 01:23 PM
The sleeping Gildarts let the rushing flow of water fill his ears, albeit interrupted, by his rival's voice.
"Package?" The wizard didn't know how to play the game, but decided that the idea of embarking to one place with the other battle-hungry contestants was not a good call, and frankly, it wasn't his style. He had to hope Erza would know enough to do the same and stay away from the potential bloodbath until they could find each other. But maybe, this announcement was an opportunity. Not just to find her, but to win.
"Oi, Karl. If you can hear me, bet that I am coming for you." Gildarts spoke somewhat of a challenge, man to man, yet not necessarily insulting to the Master of the Abyss. The Prime only subtly dared the maker's style. Touching the Prime's voice was a strained form of respect, as he looked to the glimmering heavens and his features narrowed with determination. Gildarts lived to take on the strongest warriors and from what he had heard about this Karl guy, he was more than able to hold his own. Not to mention, in this mage's eyes, he had it coming to him.
Danger had become interwoven in the immortal's bones, yet his tension eased as he felt the nature around him and moved from his camp under the boughs of a tall pine. The bushy needles had itched at his skin and prickled his cloak, but it has actually proved to be quite a comfortable position to be propped up in.
Soon enough, Gildarts would go fishing in the stream of water he had seen nearby; he was convinced it would be filled with flickering fishtails if he waited for the sunrise, but first and foremost, he needed to ready his pole.
"Package?" The wizard didn't know how to play the game, but decided that the idea of embarking to one place with the other battle-hungry contestants was not a good call, and frankly, it wasn't his style. He had to hope Erza would know enough to do the same and stay away from the potential bloodbath until they could find each other. But maybe, this announcement was an opportunity. Not just to find her, but to win.
"Oi, Karl. If you can hear me, bet that I am coming for you." Gildarts spoke somewhat of a challenge, man to man, yet not necessarily insulting to the Master of the Abyss. The Prime only subtly dared the maker's style. Touching the Prime's voice was a strained form of respect, as he looked to the glimmering heavens and his features narrowed with determination. Gildarts lived to take on the strongest warriors and from what he had heard about this Karl guy, he was more than able to hold his own. Not to mention, in this mage's eyes, he had it coming to him.
Danger had become interwoven in the immortal's bones, yet his tension eased as he felt the nature around him and moved from his camp under the boughs of a tall pine. The bushy needles had itched at his skin and prickled his cloak, but it has actually proved to be quite a comfortable position to be propped up in.
Soon enough, Gildarts would go fishing in the stream of water he had seen nearby; he was convinced it would be filled with flickering fishtails if he waited for the sunrise, but first and foremost, he needed to ready his pole.
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