07-06-2017, 11:56 AM
Within the tombs of his shattering mind, Gildarts could still feel the immense THUD! of his skull against the concrete curb. Something had sprung up from his flank and… Tackled him like a pro.
Gildarts was on the ground in seconds even before the brawny man had appeared due to all the magic he had used up and all the blood that poured out from every single slice in his skin. The S-class was completely empty, wiped clean. His appendages were limp, he couldn’t feel his tongue, and his eyelids were fluttering faster than a strobe lamp. Dashes of color and shape blurred around the corners of Gildarts’ eyes before the acrid air changed from smoldering gasoline and tar tainted with the faint spray of blood and crimson fog to a pristine almost medical sterile room.
He’d been teleported in an upright position, which just made the crash mage collapse again into the ground of the center of the room. Blood oozed from his wounds, a small mountain of dirt and rubble rolled off of his shoulders, and his peachy stubble was pressed up against the floor as though his cheek were pressed against the much needed side of a fluffy pillow.
Atop his dirt-stained ginger head, the glittering hairpiece was gone, and the vial he had smashed directly before his attack left no trace of its intense magical properties. Gildarts was left without even the silver bracelet, making the parolee a free man once more.
But alas, he could do nothing with his freedom.
The crash mage started snoring, right there in the middle of the room. Laying on the ground like a dense pile of bricks. No idea where he was, or without the sense that this gave his enemies a free shot to kick him in the ribs. Fairy Tail’s Ace just continued to sleep, dreaming of a land that wasn’t murder island.
Gildarts was on the ground in seconds even before the brawny man had appeared due to all the magic he had used up and all the blood that poured out from every single slice in his skin. The S-class was completely empty, wiped clean. His appendages were limp, he couldn’t feel his tongue, and his eyelids were fluttering faster than a strobe lamp. Dashes of color and shape blurred around the corners of Gildarts’ eyes before the acrid air changed from smoldering gasoline and tar tainted with the faint spray of blood and crimson fog to a pristine almost medical sterile room.
He’d been teleported in an upright position, which just made the crash mage collapse again into the ground of the center of the room. Blood oozed from his wounds, a small mountain of dirt and rubble rolled off of his shoulders, and his peachy stubble was pressed up against the floor as though his cheek were pressed against the much needed side of a fluffy pillow.
Atop his dirt-stained ginger head, the glittering hairpiece was gone, and the vial he had smashed directly before his attack left no trace of its intense magical properties. Gildarts was left without even the silver bracelet, making the parolee a free man once more.
But alas, he could do nothing with his freedom.
The crash mage started snoring, right there in the middle of the room. Laying on the ground like a dense pile of bricks. No idea where he was, or without the sense that this gave his enemies a free shot to kick him in the ribs. Fairy Tail’s Ace just continued to sleep, dreaming of a land that wasn’t murder island.
Quote:TLDR; Gil is asleep on the floor of the Teleporter Room.
I’m waiting to tie up some loose ends with characters before they return to their home bases.
Gil will NOT wake up when you prod him unless I write it as such in my next post. Unless you’re telepathic like Tearen.
My next teleport will go to the Nexus w/ Dust
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