07-01-2017, 06:08 PM
“Hey, what’s your fuckin’ name anyway?” Strazio asked the man, they were continuing their bonding sesh on the road as Gildarts tried to teach him.
“Gildarts Clive,” at least those words didn’t stutter, his name was familiar on his tongue, before everything else turned into a jumble, “I-I’m a F-Fairy Tail mage, and in the Omniverse I hail f-from Ambrosia, but I’m on the road a l-lot, more f-frequently than I’d like to admit,” Gildarts tried not to think too hard on his forever-homeless status.
“And you?” he added to the rage mage, glad he didn't stutter again in his quick quip.
“Strazio Rockwell, and you talk fuckin’ funny, man,” the Avatar of Rage observed he’d heard Nealaphh mention Gildarts’ name before, he hadn’t however realized that this was him in the flesh.
“T-this doesn’t-t usually happen t-to me, I’ve suf-ffered an injury,” Gildarts spoke slurring his words. He considered somehow getting around the slurs, but it was also his brain and thoughts that were jittering a bit too.
It was like Tearen had warned Strazio just prior, he was bound to be a little slow, the reason was likely he got bashed around a lot. Strazio looked at the blood and mixture of mud across the auburn-haired mage’s skull. There was a great scrape mixed with blood along the side of his cranium, blood dribbled in his eye but hadn’t caused it to seal shut from swelling.
Strazio was glad he was feeling revitalized, based on the condition of the mage in front of him. The two men shared an appraising look as their eyes glided over their appearances, and then delved deeper through their skin.
Gildarts felt Strazio had an inner strength, one that couldn’t be quantified if the mage even attempted to read him. Strazio noted that despite Gildarts’ fucked up demeanor and lack of most attire, seeing how his current clothes were splattered in blood and shit, that the man was no one to underestimate. This made the rage mage want to challenge him, however, he had other people higher on his shit list.
One last note, was that Gildarts seemed to be in a good state of mind despite getting ambushed and out-numbered and his entire shit going to shit. He wasn’t frowning, just kind of sauntering on into the fuckin’ sunset.
Nealaphh remained mysteriously quiet as the two mages attempted to figure each other out.
“Gildarts Clive,” at least those words didn’t stutter, his name was familiar on his tongue, before everything else turned into a jumble, “I-I’m a F-Fairy Tail mage, and in the Omniverse I hail f-from Ambrosia, but I’m on the road a l-lot, more f-frequently than I’d like to admit,” Gildarts tried not to think too hard on his forever-homeless status.
“And you?” he added to the rage mage, glad he didn't stutter again in his quick quip.
“Strazio Rockwell, and you talk fuckin’ funny, man,” the Avatar of Rage observed he’d heard Nealaphh mention Gildarts’ name before, he hadn’t however realized that this was him in the flesh.
“T-this doesn’t-t usually happen t-to me, I’ve suf-ffered an injury,” Gildarts spoke slurring his words. He considered somehow getting around the slurs, but it was also his brain and thoughts that were jittering a bit too.
It was like Tearen had warned Strazio just prior, he was bound to be a little slow, the reason was likely he got bashed around a lot. Strazio looked at the blood and mixture of mud across the auburn-haired mage’s skull. There was a great scrape mixed with blood along the side of his cranium, blood dribbled in his eye but hadn’t caused it to seal shut from swelling.
Strazio was glad he was feeling revitalized, based on the condition of the mage in front of him. The two men shared an appraising look as their eyes glided over their appearances, and then delved deeper through their skin.
Gildarts felt Strazio had an inner strength, one that couldn’t be quantified if the mage even attempted to read him. Strazio noted that despite Gildarts’ fucked up demeanor and lack of most attire, seeing how his current clothes were splattered in blood and shit, that the man was no one to underestimate. This made the rage mage want to challenge him, however, he had other people higher on his shit list.
One last note, was that Gildarts seemed to be in a good state of mind despite getting ambushed and out-numbered and his entire shit going to shit. He wasn’t frowning, just kind of sauntering on into the fuckin’ sunset.
Nealaphh remained mysteriously quiet as the two mages attempted to figure each other out.
Quote:The three move from C21 to C20
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