Beach Filler Episode (OPEN)

[Isabelle]

The pair sat at a park bench. Rosie lapped at her ice cream, her course tongue breaking up big chunks of her bright orange frozen treat. Izzy ate her’s slow, mostly watching her companion’s excessive habits.

“You know, we left for the beach after breakfast.” Isabelle said, having a brief revelation. “We’re eating Ice Cream before lunch.”

Rosie took a moment away from her Ice cream to respond.

“Well, it was that orange elephant’s fault for selling so early!”

The pair had a brief chortle at the comment. As Rosie reached the halfway point of her dessert is when she broke the silence.

“It’s amazing you’re a prime Isabelle!” She exclaimed for take another large lick full. “But I guess out of all of us, you made the most sense for Omni to pick!”

“Oh, heh.” She blushed at the compliment. “But really, I still don’t understand why he picked me specifically.”

“Don’t sell yourself so short Izzy!” She started. “I mean, you were always the hardest working in the whole town. You’re the reason the town held together so well, not even sure how it held together so long before you showed up!”

Izzy was red like a cherry. She wasn’t used to getting so much praise for her efforts.

“But what about the mayor?” She retorted. “I mean he works hard too!”

Rosie nearly choked on her ice cream as she burst out laughing.

“Oh come on! We can’t be thinking about the same lazy oaf!”

And in an instant, Isabelle went flush.

She didn’t consider herself a violent person, but at no time before was it so difficult to hold back a slap. Instead, she focused on her ice cream, and repeated to herself that the mayor wouldn’t have wanted her to strike someone over an opinion.

But then Rosie made the unfortunate mistake of continuing.

“Seriously though Izzy, he’s the reason you had to work so hard. Don’t give him so much credit.” She said, then it transitioned into a laugh. “I mean, what he do, fish all day while leaving all the paperwork to you? Hahahaha-”

Isabelle’s paw struck her in the back of the head, causing her cone to fly out of her grasp in surprise. She immediately grasped her noggin in pain as she turned to face her attacker.

“Isabelle what the heck?” She yelled, but her eyes met a tear soaked face of fury, another paw upraised to strike again. Rosie immediately changed her tune.

“Look, I’m sorry Isabelle, I didn’t know it meant so much to you.”

“He does!” She yelled out, her voice slightly hoarse as tears continue to flow down her face.

Rosie reached over to wipe her tears with her paw, leaving a small dent in the waterfall, and held her cheek in comfort.

“Hey now, calm down, okay? I mean, screw my opinions, I didn’t know the guy as well as you did obviously so, I’m probably wrong, just cheer up please!”

Izzy grasped Rosie’s hand as she gulped her spit, swallowing her pride.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“Hey, it’s okay!” Rosie gave her a smile. “I didn’t mean to insult your crush like that! I didn’t know!”

Isabelle wanted to deny her claim, but it was pretty dang pointless right now.

“Thank you for understanding.” She said, her tears finally at full halt.

“I could say the same thing.” Said Rosie with a smile. She looked down at their cones which both were on the ground now. “Since we are done with ice cream, wanna get some lunch!”

“Sure!” Said Izzy, a bit more enthusiastically.

[Isabelle]

As the pair sat down at a soba noodles shop, a man in all sky blue spandex walked across the beach in a trenchcoat. He approached the dog as she’s horking down a bunch of noodles. She froze in place as she felt the gun barrel against the back of her head.

“Don’t move, Isabelle, or should I say, Who Let the Dogs Out?” Spoke the man in a deep, threatening tone.

“Who is this?”

“Twitter Security.” He said coldly, as if he was a cop in a thriller detective series.

“Izzy? Who is it?” Said Rosie, looking up from her noodles as she’s scooping up a bunch in her mouth. She saw the gun and her eyes bulged, she fell out of her seat into the pavement below! “He’s got a gun!”

A nearby woman screams, the shop owner has the her palms over her mouth in horror. The Twitter guy simply continued.

“I have you on counts of making a troll account and causing a flame war on false pretenses. That’s a bannable offense.”

“Co-come on! Let her off the cook!” Pleaded Rosie. “I mean, who isn’t guilty of that sort of thing?”

The guy gave her a twisted look that caused the cat to scooch back a bit on the spot.

“That’s right, Rosie, I have you on a report of hate speech.”

“I did no such thing! My ex reported me out of revenge!”

“It is not my place to make the call, I only carry it out. But I will deal with you later.” He turned it’s attention towards Izzy. “Do you have any last words?”

This was bad. She knew she would survive the bullet, but Rosie was now at risk. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to get out of this.

[Crocodile]

Once past the gate, Usopp began to feel a whole lot better about things here. The sun was bright and shining. People were smiling. The sea breeze was cool and salt-scented. It really WAS like home. And without Nami or the others directing him, he felt a slight rush of freedom. He wasn't just Usopp the Straw Hat Sniper here. He was Captain Usopp; greatest pirate on the seas. There were no Devil Fruit eaters to overshadow his glory; no ridiculously overpowered swordsmen or cooks to show him up. It was just him.

Oh yeah... That's right. He was all alone. Loneliness hit the young man like a truck and he collapsed in the middle of a street in a despondent pile. As expected, everyone pretty much ignored him, aside from giving the sobbing man in the street a wide-berth. A few muttered about how crazy could be contagious before hurrying along.

Eventually, Usopp managed to regain his feet, and it only took a few kicks from the local constabulary to help him out. Following the sound of the waves, he made his way to the beach. Maybe he'd see the Thousand Sunny on the waters, all his friends on the deck eager to be reunited with him. He smiled a little at the thought as he climbed a dune and surveyed the beach. Well... no Sunny, but he DID see something else nearby. Seemed like a man was harassing a dog and cat. Usopp would be more surprised that they were humanoid if he hadn't been hanging out with a crocodile dude not too long ago.

For a second, he considered just sliding back down the dune and ignoring the situation. Until he'd spotted the look of terror in the terrier's eyes as she looked to her feline friend. She wasn't afraid for herself, no. She was frightened for her pal: that the cat might be hurt. It struck a chord in Usopp. How often had his friends been worried like that for him? And how often had he felt the same for them? He had to do something.

“G-Get away from them!” Usopp shouted from his dune-top perch, knees shaking and Black Kabuto held aloft. “Or face the wrath of the GREAT CAPTAIN USOPP!!”

There was a moment of silence before the man answered, “Who?”

The sniper's face dropped at the man's sincere ignorance of who he was. He didn't know what he'd expected, really. Even back in his homeworld, no one really knew who he was, other than a member of Luffy's crew. Well, if there was one thing Usopp was good at, it was lying his way out of a mess. He put on his best swagger, thumbed his nose at the man with a grin, and spoke.

“I'm not surprised you haven't heard of me. Everyone who has is dead now, at the hands of my ten thousand blood-thirsty men. Only held in check by my own awesome power, each can slay a hundred marines without breaking a sweat. Even now, they're stationed across the beach, only waiting for my word before they leap into action to erase any person I point to.”

Lowering the Black Kabuto, Usopp pulls a marble from his satchel and lines up a shot as his continues, “But I won't say a word to them. I don't need to. A single shot from my Black Kabuto can capsize an island. Two can tear a continent in half. I've never tried to fire a third, for fear of destroying the very planet. So, you need to ask yourself a question, punk. Do you feel lucky?”

Usopp uses: "Captain Usopp" to attempt to frighten away the gunman. He is also ready with a "Lead Star", if the former does not work.

[Isabelle]

Twitter man watched Usopp for a moment, frozen in place. Eventually, he lifted up his weapon.

“Wow, I didn’t know such a feared pirate was in these parts.” He said as he holstered his gun. “I heard rumors about the Dread Pirate Tenbones being around, but nobody warned me about Captain Usopp!”

“So, you are leaving us alone?” Said Isabelle, inquiring.

“Well, tweet me on twitter, we’ll set something up on your time. Does that sound fair?”

“...yes, let’s do that.”

“Okay, remember to tweet me or I’ll forget!” He said as he pointed at her with a gloved finger. Then he took off down the beach. “Kill ya later!”

As soon as he was out of sight, Isabelle dropped to the sand and pulled Rosie into a hug.

“I was so worried about you...” She said as she embraced her cat friend.

“Worried about me? You were the one with the gun to your head!” Retorted the cat, almost forgetting she was a target, too.

Isabelle pulled away from the embrace and climbed to her feet, then she offered a hand to Rosie, whom she pulled along forward. The cat immediately smiled, she had yet had a chance to be on the receiving end of being pulled along by a handhold, she believed this was Izzy coming out of her shell a bit.

The pair stopped in front of the long nosed-sniper.

“Thank you, captain!” Izzy said, bowing down in front of him. Rosie, who was still holding her hand, mimicked her motions. “You really saved us back there!”

[Dust]

By the time they reached the gate to Vasty Deep, the proud Prime was on his feet again. He had his reasons for suggesting the beach and was actually pleased that Dust seemed excited about the choice. The kid talked about celebration over what happened in Dante's Abyss, it was refreshing, to say the least, that someone could actually walk out of that place and still be able to enjoy life. Dust's mental armor had to be made from the strongest material in the omniverse for him to come out unscathed by the events, that or...

Well, there was a number of possibilities. One of those could explain the various scars on the younger prime's body. It told a story that could be interpreted as torture, easily. The Fairy Tail mage was no stranger to the marks of fire and electricity, and Dust carried that and more on his back. (Actually, he noted very quickly the claw marks down his back in the shape of an X, but chose to ignore it for the moment.) Dust could be simply desensitized to the violence of all kinds. That was almost sad enough to make Gildarts forget his own troubles.

Another explanation was that Dust was just adaptable in situations. This didn't make his unknown story any less sad, but Gildarts liked this much more than Dust being warped to thinking violence, gore, and other gruesome visions were normal.

Dust, Gildarts, and the overly dressed Doll walked through the streets of Costa Del Sol, Wolf's still bare feet - though clean now - slapped the hot stone without complaint from him. He walked with a new sense of purpose, not at all unlike a kid showing off something he thought was interesting to his dad. He was all smiles still, despite the pain in his cheeks which were healing much faster now that the younger Prime was in his element.

Without intending to, Dust had led the way to the bar he'd visited multiple times before now and Dust had to stop. He cocked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the old 'hut'. It was clearly made of clay, where ever did the owner get it and how it withstood the hurricanes was magical, but it was a rustic brown and had no proper doors or windows. Instead, there were just holes. Wobbly holes for the windows that anyone could look through, and a rectangular cut out for the front and back door. Hanging in the doorway were a multitude of colors and shapes, beads pierced by fishing line that created a kaleidoscope like a curtain. Just past it, Gildarts could see some people already mingling. "Should we start this celebration, right? I know this place. It's great."

Gildarts paused for a moment to consider what the younger man was talking about, then he let out a laugh. Drinking his problems away didn't sound like a terrible idea, and he wouldn't mind doing it under the guise of celebration like Dust was offering, but he knew himself a lot better than that. Even more so now that his mind was his again. "How about we hold off on that until later." He offered before clapping his metal hand on Dust's bare shoulder. "Besides, what about that beach you were so excited about getting back to?" He turned the pup towards the sea, or where he could imagine a large body of water being.

That was all the boost Hokori needed to switch gears. "Fine." Dust laughed, offering his signature good mood and a laugh before waving his friend to follow once more. Behind them, the zombie-like male continued to amble along. He walked like normal, though maybe a little like his boots were a bit heavier than he was used to, the blood still smeared along his chin and his eyes focused on Dust. He continued to wordlessly follow them. "But be warned, the babes really love it." SW-808 playfully tossed back at the stronger Prime.

When they arrived at the Boardwalk Dust pockets his hands in his shorts and just beams with pride. It was odd to see such a thing, seeing how he was such a mess while talking to Tamsin. Dust hadn't shown any arrogance before, he was almost too innocent for that. And yet, Gildarts saw the pride of a man in his strong-jawed companion at that moment. In Wolf's dark gray eyes shined an intense love for this place. Dust grinned harder, even laughed and pointed towards the beach. "Look, we even have company." He teased.

Gildarts needed this. A break from fighting; fighting himself and others. He let out a sigh of relief before offering Dust a grin and patting him on the shoulder as a silent praise and then headed down the wooden stairs. Following him was the excited Dust, all but sprouting a tail and it wagging madly as he raced to keep up. The kid behind them took his time, slowly following as they strutted across the sand.

Dust looked as at home as he ever did in just the swim trunks, the jellyfish bouncing around beside him. They picked a pair of chairs in a prime spot on the beach and the two men basically flopped down on them, the umbrella between the two flopping open and casting shade over their faces as if by the sheer will of their awesome and sexy power. But before Dust knew it, Gildarts was fast asleep once more. This made the younger one chuckle. He fished out his phone for some entertainment. A message was already waiting for him, telling him he had Fan-Mail from DA. With his interest peaked and nothing else to do, he taps it and starts to go through it.

What a mistake that was...

[Gildarts]

Dream Sequence in spoiler tag!

Omni's Forgotten Toy, A Nightmare

Inspired by Tearen's prompt -

'What would your Prime do if they were suddenly booted back into their homeworld, right where they left off, exactly as they are (powers, memories) in the OV?' (Quick dream answer edition!) small side note Gil's character has just changed notably because of his obliviousness taken out, so he can have monologues that make sense and isn't as oblivious.

PS slight FT spoilers.

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Gildarts had fallen asleep on the beach in the Vasty Deeps, his eyes shaded both by sunglasses and a silly looking beach hat that the brawny warmage wore quite well, all things considered. It felt natural, like the dream was real. Though this was the first time he'd slept with his mind so clear in his entire life, that had to be the reason for the dream's lucidity. Yes, that alone had to be it.

He was catching up on his Z's and for some reason, he heard Molly's familiar giggle frolicking over the dunes, caught by the ocean breeze and mingling with the roar of crashing waves. His senses hummed with the scent of the ocean, the layered feel of the breeze with the warmth of the sun sizzling his skin. The dream was lucid, or wasn't a dream at all.

He fell asleep to that laughter in the "dream," it belonged to Molly, his pseudo-daughter of the Omniverse's Ambrosia and awoke at the island of Tenrou, back home in Earthland.

Above him, a colossal dragon loomed with the size and merciless vehemence of a hurricane, meanwhile all his guild mates channeling magic, hand in hand. Begging for their lives. Their expressions desperate and yet, also full of love, compassion, and hope.

The beastly dragon swirled dauntingly above. Aconologia. The one of his nightmares. The one that made his two empty limbsockets raw with throbbing pain the moment he had looked up to see the swooping umbra darkness its black wings cast. This dragon was responsible for that pain, and the agony of the physical therapy that followed, and on top of that, the constant pain Gildarts felt every time he sent his magic through his false limbs. He usually tuned it out, forced it from his mind, rejecting the pain that was not worthy if sourced by a beast more devastating than Gildarts himself. Yet now he was again looking at the beast who had cost him an arm and a leg, stolen a valuable fragment of his sanity, and now would stand to murder most of his guild.

"Tch. No. I refuse. I refuse to believe that it's over here and now. I won't lay down and allow your lives to end. I can't. I believe in Fairy Tail and my own strength. I am Gildarts Clive and we as a guild are stronger than you know, together when we unite I will convict this dragon with my own magic, and I need you all to stand with me. Fight with me so that we not only win but we survive and rid this world of that monster. This dragon never deserves to triumph, his curse began as a blight, then massacred continents as he spread like an epidemic plague. I will not become one of his victims, and if I'm anyone who you ever believed in, you'll know my words carry truth. That I'll never allow you to fall at the hands of such an evil beast. No... Never again."

He had relived that torment all too long. Since his first arrival in the Nexus. He had filled in that empty, missing puzzle piece. Knowing they had died. Having to live with that. All of them slaughtered without him there to stop it. In the three-way battle of magic miracles, verses his own vanity, verses the logic he knew to be true, for Gil had battled Aconologia and had been slain. He. The strongest mage. It was hard to hope for the impossible outcome to win when logic and vanity played with one another so well against the logic of miracles. Hard, but not impossible. Still, his mind bore eternal witness as he was cursed to theorize the ending to the story he'd been torn from.

Gildarts delivered his speech with striking execution, something he'd lacked previously and in turn had always needed to resort to force. His guildmates seemed to gape in awe but their hearts united and he could feel his magic growing. Cana was here. She was alive. Looking at her father with sheer starry-eyed wonder and tears in her eyes. He'd lit a flame of hope in them all.

"I now know what must be done. Nastu. Stand with me. Only a dragon slayer can defeat this dragon in this world, Earthland." They were perplexed, he spoke as though he had traveled to a place like Edolas. Gildarts was no Planeswalker, though this truth would have explained more than couple of things.

Gildarts extended his hand to Natsu and a flash of light appeared, merging the two men together into one approximately thirty year old, buff, shirtless man with Natsu's classic checkered scarf, paired with both wizard's Fairy Tail signals, one midnight blue on the fused being's chest, the other pink along the fused wizard's organic army. The other was covered in a steel gauntlet. While Natsu felt the power he's wielded within him surge with destruction, he also heard Gildarts' guiding, wise voice.

Steering the unleashing aura of power Gildarts has activated as his Tier Two power up which blast the ground below him to bits, Gildarts' mindful advice acted as a steady hand.

"Do not be afraid of this power. I can control it so much better than I used to once before. Natsu, we will power our magic together to make crash-fire dragon slayer magic and we will unleash everything we have into him. The guild is channeling their magic to us. This will be enough. You saw how powerful I was when we battled, this power is within us now. A part of you also saw how strong you could become. Someday you will surpass even me. But for now we've combined and I need you to believe that we can slay this dragon. I was close when I tried it before, but I didn't have the one thing I lacked, dragon slayer magic. This is the only way. This is how we save not only Fairy Tail, but the entirety of Earthland. Do you understand? I am controlling the unyielding power from my magic. You need not hold back. The guild is safe. We must fight to live, if only for them. Understand, son?"

"Gildarts..." he spoke with the the fused Gildarts-Natsu's lips. The boy nodded bravely, if only courage was enough, "Let's do this."

Gildarts coordinated the movements, jumping high into the air, stepping on pockets of gravity as the epitome of the combined wizards' powers were finally being used to their full potential.

Finally they stood before the Dragon of Death, square in the face as blue light charged in its mouth, recognizing the thread before him. But, it would never get to finish.

"It doesn't even deserve a countdown," Gildarts spat as he extended his hand, a magic seal forming in divine light and holy gold. "Yet it still breathes. That will be one thing to end."

Countdown? Natsu was confused but trusted the silver hand extended before him. It was his and yet he was not alone in this form. A hand he shared with magic. Fusions felt kind of squishy since he was inside, yet, the hand remained extended as though by another brain and light poured between the fused dragon slaying warmage and the dragon of death.

The question remained, who would survive?

"Three..." Gilsu's voice growled together.

"Two..." the super mage's teeth bared.

"One... FAIRY LAW AND ROAR OF THE CRASH-FLAME DRAGON !!!!!!"

There was black.

The question remained. Which monster would be the one to die?

As much as I like tragedies, and embodying them and giving them meaning in my writing, I'm a sap for a happy ending. Someday I hope for his.

Also I included it in the beach thread instead of astral because RELEVANCE! (it's where he fell asleep)

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As Gildarts awoke with a start, his shade-covered eyes swept the beach as his single arm gripped the gritty sand and clasped it until it was mush. All was normal, the warm sun beat down on his skin, and yet the mage had goosebumps from what he'd just witnessed... Experienced... Dreamt.

The question remained... Had Gilsu's/Nadarts' Dragon Roar combined with Fairy Tail's strongest ancient spell (Fairy Law) been enough? It was agonizing, for Gildarts would never know. His stomach crunched with the nausea of fright... And a mixture of something... More.

Gildarts wiggled his body to life, unsure if even his Omniverse experience was a dream in the end, or a nightmare. As his gaze followed the extensive mountain range of sand, otherwise known as a beach and a spark of recognition fell on someone who was wearing swim trunks. The chocolate-skinned man was unmistakable for the aura he cast.

Tearen.

Gildarts stood, unsure quite how to approach yet the sense his singular foot lead him there anyway, never one to deliberate. Soon the distance had closed between the two formidable Primes. The crash mage hadn't expected to rendezvous with the god-mind so quickly. But Gildarts was here, and so was Tearen. His riv-ally.

Gildarts extended his hand in a shake and was met with the hand not holding the cone of ice cream. Gil hadn't meant to intrude, but such trivialities had never truly occurred to the crash wizard and perhaps, never would.

"Tearen. You haven't changed a bit," Gildarts amicably spoke with a smidge of humor added in there.

It wasn't 'witty' but Gildarts was only rediscovering that part of him again. "I see you still haven't showered," Tearen appraised, bantering back.

"You're as observant as ever," Gildarts challenged him with a compliment. Playful, yet was delivered with a sharp competitive edge. Tearen could taste the metaphorical blood.

"Moreso than you realize... I'm deeply sorry about your daughter," the man pushed up the sunglasses sliding off the bridge of his nose. Ending the layers of fluffy amusement.

He'd heard the unwanted noise from a passing secondary who had watched the strip of film on their tablet. That one moment of Gildarts' life did not need to exist for him to relive was there on the internet forever, it didn't need to be remembered by anyone but the man who had endured it. Tearen was considering what he could do about that and weighing whether it was worth intervening. Fame was a spotlight for ugly moments, or things that should lay behind closed curtains. Gildarts was a well known enough face, but damage to the OP Prime's reputation could harm the mage's ability to get a job in the future... Not that the God-mind assumed Gildarts would go back to work anytime soon.

Still, there was something wrong about Gil's moment of vulnerability being filmed by a fan and then published. It was appropriate to assume the mage would either not care, or eventually overcome it, growing stronger. However, there were more merciless enemies and Tearen was forced to consider that they would use the girl against him. Summon a lookalike. Summon the same Cana. Tearen had met at least one Prime who would be willing to pull that kind of unsportsmanlike behavior in order to win. To some, winning was everything. Especially when the cost was everything. Gildarts had the potential to be a chess piece in that fight.

And his assumption was correct, y'know, about the work deal, "Well, me and Dust are going to grab a drink tonight on a deserted island. It isn't too far but it is desolate. Out of the way. No real consequences if I accidentally sling a few spells. Come if you like, or don't. I think I still have your number in my phone."

Gildarts confidently strode off, holding the silver rectangle high in his hand and leaving the Enigma behind. No use drawing out the inevitable end of conversation plus the Fairy Tail wizard had realized he'd forgotten all about his little apprentice and was curious as to where Dust had wandered off to. Tearen could come and find Gil if he wanted to. Another sandy step was taken and the mage's amber gaze focused forward.

It was then his eyes fell on her. The sight of her face stopped the mage in his tracks.

He had felt alone his entire life. Alone in his mind. Alone in his power. That type of isolation wears on anyone, power or none, Gildarts was fundamentally still just a man. His entire life was full of lonely moments even when he was surrounded by his Fairy Tail family, their smiles still harbored meaning but it had only skimmed the surface of what that could have been.

Cana, in that one moment just a few ago, where he had held her in his arms, knowing he'd created her with his own so simple act of love and passion was the first moment that had cracked the surface, cut-deep, and delivered more meaning and richness to his life than ever before. In his arms, once, he got to hold his legacy. Before she was torn away from him.

Unimaginably, he mended the cracks, and looked at the little orphan girl he'd once found a home for in Ambrosia. But the truth was, when she smiled at him, it was he who was home. No longer lonely, no longer bound by fear of destroying that which he loved, no longer alone.

In this moment, he reached down, Gildarts scooped Molly up in his arms and squeezed her in a big, gentle hug.

This epiphanic moment revealed the truth. His daughters had always been the answer to his fairytale.

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Tearen (reluctantly) saw the video on the DV of Cana dying in his arms because Gil's famous and someone had a phone and was recording it, and read someone's mind nearby who was watching it. It's forever on the DV now so people of all species can ogle at his tragedy. (Sniffle.) Also god mind should infer summoning another "Cana" wouldn't be the same. Also Gil doesn't like the idea of summoning people to the OV, and stealing them from home as he was. He vaguely sees it as slavery Gil won't be letting you in his mind no more. (You can decide whether or not you saw his dream though <3)

SN to Tea: Gil is gonna find an island and possibly destroy it (though I want to make it a base so I may just have a little chunk break off) while he is drinking with Dust to mourn his daughter. You invited because you a prime. Anyone else can come if they want as long as they're over 18/21 and immortal. (I don't wanna accidentally kill a secondary, drunk gil will not have control.)

I would like to have G keep in contact with tearen because of the god mind academy thing coming up. I hope I can make it before the PM quest

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[Cirno]

As cirno was heading to the beach she stopped and looked around. She saw a certain fairy laying on the sand and gasped in surprise and excitement. "DAIYOUSEIII!!!" As the fairy turned around her head she could see a ice fairy charging in for a hug and her face turned bright red before she realized that said ice fairy is cold; that was enough motivation to scramble up and start freaking out.

"C-Cirno wait im wa-argh!" That was when she got a ice fairy crashing into her; causing them both tumble into the sand. Cirno was acting like a child that just came home from kindergarten. Daiyousei was stuttering as she went to hug the ecstatic ice fairy. "I-I've missed y-you also Cirno-chan." She sighed as Cirno rubbed her head into the greater fairy's body causing her to shiver slightly.

As Clownpiece finally reached the two fairy's she giggled slightly at the oddity of the fairy. Sure she knew that Cirno and Daiyousei were close but it kind of made her slightly annoyed. She coughed catching there attentions and Cirno got off of her before correcting her bow. "What's the plan Clownpiece? I don't have any ideas except not melt alive while here. Ah remember when the fairy's of light did the snowman prank?" The other two fairy's slightly nodded not seeing where this was going. "Well I can do one better I can make the explosions larger and last much longer." The two fairy's could finally see where this was going and were giggling with a mischievous gleam in there eyes.

Cirno ran off to do just that as her ice aura started to snow a couple feet above her head; as she went to the water edge and started to do her thing. After half an hour of summoning the specified amounts of snow, buttons, scarfs, coal, carrots, hats, etc. She started to roll up smaller snowballs on top of her 'Icicle bombs' that were made specially to blow up all at one time. Only someone messing that would kick down her snowmen early would get snow all over them. She chucked with glee as she hoped someone would be stupid enough to do that, and then she went back to work making her fifth snowman. She was guessing Daiyousei and Clownpiece were busy elsewhere doing fairy pranks.

[Clownpiece]

“Let's see here...” Clownpiece mumbled to herself, not really paying all that much attention to the festivities in front of her. Cirno had just begun to roll up snowmen under the hot summer sun, creating quite a spectacle for anyone who could see it. That wasn’t really a prank she could participate in as a fairy of hell, however. Fire and brimstone were her specialties, neither of which played particularly well with ice. She turned away from her friend and swept her gaze across the beach behind her. 

People milled about all over the place, some basking in the heat, others building sandcastles, and all other sorts of fun little activities. The hell fairy grinned devilishly as her purples eyes flicked from one person to the next. There was no lack of targets here; she could spread madness and mayhem with ease. Of course, not getting caught was the hard part. First, she needed to blend in.

“So! Daiyousei, is it?” Her sudden exclamation elicited an undignified squeak out of the greater fairy, and she threw arm around her, leaning close. “That’s a cute swimsuit, where’d you get it?”

“I uh... erm, s-summoned it myself,” she stuttered, the lunatic fairy’s surprising closeness catching her off guard. “T-there should be a stall or something where you can change up over there.”

“Thanks! I’ll be right back!”

With that said, she shot off, and zoomed back just a few minutes later, now sporting one-piece with the same coloration as her dress, right half striped with red and white, and left half blue with white stars, and her jester cap was gone as well. She hit the ground right next to Daiyousei, planting her bare feet firmly in the sand, kicking it up as she skidded to a halt.

“She’s still going, huh?” The hell fairy remarked as she straightened up, looking over where Cirno was still rolling up snowmen.

“Y-yup,” her green-haired acquaintance stammered.

“Well, while she’s busy, we can plan some pranks of our own,” Clownpiece said, turning to face Daiyousei. “So what can you do anyway?”

“Um... I’d rather stay with Cirno, if that’s alright?” she responded.

“Hm...” the star-spangled girl hummed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well I can’t stop you. If you need me, just keep an eye out for my torch.” A mischievous grin crossed her face, and she added, “Just don’t look too deeply at it.” Clownpiece broke into a cruel giggle as she turned and wandered away.

[Gildarts]

Surprisingly enough, Molly didn't disintegrate into Omnilium dust. There was no borderline cremation like he had experienced in the Nexus.

"You made it!" Molly said.

"Hm? You expected me here?" Gil blinked curiously.

"I called you and invited you!" Molly said with an evident growl, "Now we can spend the day together, right ?"

Gil nodded and pat her head, "Sure thing. I didn't get any phone calls though, maybe it's because I was in Karl's verse... I need to have a chat with that man."

"Eh hem! Ladies first," Molly sassed him.

"Hey, are you okay? You've got kind of this..." Gil trailed off, not wanting to startle the girl, but he saw a dark strand of magic leaking out of her ear with a wispy tail.

"Hm? Sure I am. And did I get ice cream on my nose again?" The youth crinkled her nose in an adorable way, making it look like she was posing for a pigture and ready to say oink.

Noted. Gildarts thought to himself but he did not have the skill set to trace its origin. So he left it be.

"So what's on the plan for your big beach day then?" Gil asked.

"Well, since Pinkie is still surfing I think we can mostly do whatever we want... I might be in a little trouble with Guu though. I kind of snuck out." A confession. What did authority and parent figures do when their kids did something like this? It was pretty much a ploy so if Guu called, Gildarts would get less mad. But there was also a spec of a genuine responsible character in there that the youth was reflecting and also manipulating to her own liking.

"Uh..." classic dad trail off initiated. "Guu is the princess so whatever she says goes, but it would probably be good for me to call her and let her know you're safe since she probably thinks your missing."

Molly began, "I don't think your phone works since you always get my calls late and never pick-"

"Hi Guu!" Gil declared and Molly's face fell flat.

"Oh haha, your voicemail box message thing is quite funny I thought you had answered. Yeah so I'm here at the beach with Molly and she says that she didn't come here with permission, so... Oh now she's telling me Pinkie Pie is her chaperone pony, but that she was in disguise or something. Just wanted you to know I was here with her. Will expect a phone call back but for now I'm just gonna kind of look after her. Oh, I'm alive by the way! Unlike last time... Bad joke. Anyway take care. She'll get home safe, I'll send her home tonight around dark."

Gildarts was... Much more coherent now, more responsible. It was odd. And he had dialed the phone correctly. He was talking in full sentences. Had something happened the girl had missed before and after Dante's Abyss? Or maybe fighting really did bring out the best in the mage.

Maybe that's why he did it and was so good at it. Molly pondered this, but not for long.

"I've never been on a ferris wheel," Gildarts said like a child in wonder with a growing smile as he looked over yonder to the boardwalk. He could now experience the lighter sides of life without (mostly) worrying about breaking everything and killing everyone.

He was surrounded by family. Familiar faces of Ambrosia and otherwise.

[Cirno]

As Cirno was rolling up her tenth snowman she sighed as she looked at it. She then felt someone kick her in the stomach causing her to fall over and grit her teeth in anger and slight fear. "Your just a idiot aren't you Kid?" She looked at the bully with something of a hatred not willing for her will to broken that easily. "Come on you know its true." He chuckled as she continued his rant going to kick her again. "Nobody likes you, nobody cares about you, and I repeat nobody will ever be friends with you." She yelped as she was kicked over and over in the same place with blows to her morality.

"I-i'm not a baka . . . I am stronger than you." She looked at him as she just wanted to curl up and go home. Back in Gensokyo at least the people there didn't heed her enough attention to break her moral. Why did Omni chose her out of anyone in Gensokyo. She was just a idiot who couldn't do anything right. Sure she beat Marissa but what was that to beating a advanced race of moon-people. She then felt someone grab Cirno by her shoulders and pick them up before walking away with them. She looked at the person to see that it was Daiyousei with a angry gleam in her eye "Stay here Cirno I will deal with them."

She sat down and watched as the greater fairy walked over; threw the kid into the water before walking back to the ice fairy. She helped the ice fairy up and looked at the dirty outfit Cirno was wearing. "Cirno you should put on a swimsuit. You should before you get sand everywhere." the ice fairy nodded slightly before walking to the changing station.

Next thing Daiyousei knows cirno is wearing a one piece with a snowflake pattern on it that simulated falling snow over her dark blue background. As she looked at the summoned outfit she spoke to the greater fairy, meanwhile putting on her iconic bow. "W-what do you think Daiyousei?" The greater fairy held two thumbs up with a big smile on her face.

"It looks great Cirno. Lets go finish the last couple of snowmen alright?" Cirno nodded with a new found determination as she walked with Daiyousei to the snowmen and started to continue. After about ten minutes that last five snowmen had been built using all the materials she had summoned. She now giggled as she walked away. She sat down about twenty feet away from the closest snowman and watched as the children and parents grew closer to the snowmen wondering how in everything that is holy did these snowmen survive the heat.

One little boy went to touch a snowman and she snapped her fingers causing all fifteen to explode simultaneously; in a glorious spray of snow covering anyone within a five foot radius of said snowman with snow. She giggled with glee at the sounds of surprised and cold people, before falling over and laughing uncontrollably.

[Dust]

Dust dedicated about an hour to just reading all the 'fan' mail. Which was probably far more time than he should have considering a third of the content were fan's wanting him to either read and judge or just read their shipping stories between him and whatever person he was 'forcing' himself on. The last one he read through fully, was a paragraph hastily typed up by some fan of Gildarts about the two men. This made Dust look over at the sleeping mage with a 'help me' look, only it would go completely unseen by the sleeping man. He almost wondered if people were trolling him at this point, to see him sweat as he read all these stories. How would they see that when he no longer had a camera tethered to him? It was impossible to guess. He did admit, only to himself, that some of this stuff was actually pretty good.


The contractor decided not to respond to the fan-fiction yet, and moved to text something back to one of the many death threats he'd received. His fingers were poised to paw out something, but he found no inspiration or point to responding to the people who hated you. Likewise with the constant crap he was getting for 'molesting' other Dante's Abyss members. To his knowledge though, he hadn't molested anyone. Kissing was hardly an offense that could put him to death, and furthermore that's just how this works! But.. He couldn't expect the simple-minded people who sent these messages to take the time and consider his side of the story. Most of all he wanted to avoid a whole slew of traps waiting for him in that conversation.


He slid the screen up and down, finding lot of guys - and some messages he hoped were written by females but had a sneaky doubt that it wasn't the case - either hitting on him, encouraging him, or 'offering themselves'. However, if you can imagine, Dust had a hard time with any kind of praise. Especially over his looks. In fact, the amount of fan-fiction was making him question what these people were seeing in him. Or was the fact that he had to kiss people to be able to use his abilities just an open invite for anyone to fantasize about getting a kiss from him? No.. Generally people had to be attracted to someone to want to kiss them - he was an exception unfortunately.. Logically that meant he or his actions had to be deemed attractive by at least a third of the people who sent him something.


That just blew his mind, but how was he supposed to argue that fact?


A shadow moved across him, and he looked up almost expecting someone to be there with a restraining order against him, but it was just the nameless man he'd summoned. The teal colored eyes were looking in his direction, but Dust couldn't make eye-contact with him despite staring into them.


Taking another look over him, Dust realized how different he was from Tamsin, but they were still equally as enchanting. He reached up and grabbed the silver ornament in his single braid and turned it in his fingers curiously. It was heavy, but he imagined it couldn't be real silver. He knew it had to have some kind of meaning, but to ask a Doll about themselves would only end in awkward silence. Next, his hand brushed over the guy's chin, the blood on it fell in flakes. Dust frowned at the idea of him being hurt before he was summoned. Then he saw the ting of red on the kid's cheeks and nose, and he realized he'd been standing in the sun without any protection for about an hour.


He sighed. 'I should read up on Dolls if I get the chance..' He thought to himself before pocketing the phone in the same way he did so that the jellyfish dangled out of his pocket, and then with some force swapped places with the kid. He pushed the nameless male into the chair, the shadows of the umbrella already relieving his hot face. Without a second thought, Dust summoned a bottle of SPF 50 and helped slather it onto him.


By help, he of course did it all. Any exposed skin was rubbed down by the well built prime, and only afterwards did he realize what he'd done. Sweat formed in his temple and along his neck when he thought about what those crazy writers would do if they ever caught wind of this. He could already hear the girl's screaming in delight like out of one of those anime. He squeezed the bottle a little violently at that idea, and a glob of it hit his cheek. There was no helping the situation… He grumbled as he wiped it off. Closing the cap this time he tossed it into the guy's lap. "Just stay here." He commanded, before leaving for a swim.


Approaching the beach he caught a cold wind, that helped him relax, but when he saw what was causing it he only tensed up once more. Dust decided to avoid the ice fairy and her friend, well friends if you count the magically snowed-up snowmen. He made his way a little more quickly towards the sparkling waters of the sea now. Ookami had felt down about killing the girl, especially on a command he could have actually said no to, but seeing her out and about playing in the sand and snow, he felt less upset. This either meant good things about him, or really terrible ones. He didn’t stress over it any, he had an ocean to embrace once more.


Knowing what he knew and seeing what he’d seen, and remembering the face Gildarts held when he was able to receive Tamsin’s information and Dust wasn’t  - IF ONLY ON THE TECHNICALITY THAT HE DIDN’T HAVE A PHONE - the ocean may be the only thing Dust would be embracing at all it would seem.


Sure the fan mail from fanboys, and the slim possibility of fangirls, made him aware that he was at least attractive enough to warrant this attention; but it all held very little water against the stubborn stone that was Dust’s self-worth, or lack thereof. Surpise, he had none. Despite the apparent interest in his old life, the contractor had never the need to sit down and consider what it was about him that was unique enough to deserve attention like a country trying to sway him over to their side. Even if he stopped to think about it now, it wouldn’t connect. Not that Dust was dense, but that he didn’t see himself as special.


Where exactly that stemmed from could be anyone’s guess. Maybe it was from his thoughts before his ‘ascension’. Perhaps it was in fact the cost of his power that worked against his self-analysis. He kissed those around him for the freedom to use his abilities, and while they could get erotic, he just didn’t see them as that. It only clicked later that they could even be momentarily seen as such when he’d kissed Dawn. The moment he pulled away and tried to explain that it meant nothing, to be exact.


Her response only fed his insecurities. She had been disgusted. For a mere second she considered the risk of elimination was worth sending him through the walls of the safehouse. He wasn’t sure where they stood at all even now, but he liked to think they were still friends. She was teasing him in the end there, a bit more aggressively than he was teasing her. He would have liked to talk to her more, gotten to know her better.


Instead of just her fist.


Volk waded through the water until it was lapped at his sculpted hips before diving in. As the heavily salted water rushed across his back there was a moment of sweet relief, that was quickly replaced with a sharp sting. It felt like the wolf had returned for round two and dug its claws deep into his back once more, in the same place as before. Bubbles exploded from his mouth, his air escaping in a cry of agony. He surfaced quickly after that point, inhaling the hot air before hissing through his teeth as he regrets not putting any of the gel onto his back now.


The wound would heal over time, as he was a Prime, but had he been at full strength the claw marks wouldn’t even be there right now.


It hurt.. As he realized even the ocean’s embrace wasn’t guaranteed to be loving, he sighed and rolled onto his back. If he pushed through the pain it could desensitise himself, maybe. Even now he could feel it subsiding, be it his body growing numb to it or his plan was working, he back stroked further into the open water. His only company being a jellyfish attached to his phone.


He wasn’t the type to worry about what kind of mark the life he lived would leave on his body, but it should go on the record that the ‘X’ on his back will heal, but leave another stroke of the brush on the previously used canvas that was his body. Just another scar.


Lycan lazily lingered in the water long enough for his company - Gildarts - to wake up and venture off on his own. So when the younger male came back to find the chair next to his Doll empty, Dust frowned only because he worried the strongest Prime might get into trouble somehow.


Then again.. It was Gildarts. Any trouble he got himself into, he was capable of getting out of.


Dust turned to his silent companion who’s just been sitting there and looking at the ocean. “I’m starving, how about some food?” His question was only met with awkward silence. Dust’s shoulders dropped, but even in this relaxed atmosphere his posture was perfect. “I’ll just bring you back something..” He complained, before going ahead. The doll just stares blankly at the ocean, its color the same shade as his eyes.


Volk was on his way to one of the many stands that clung to the edge of the beach. Most of them were for vendors with wares to sell, men and women with snacks for the hungry swimmers, or some locals trying to profit off any touring primes. Where they people were exactly at the moment was a mystery that would go unsolved, but one of the stands caught his eye. It looked straight out of a Sunday’s newspaper comic. The first thing that came to his mind was a lemonade stand, as it was a box like desk with a stool behind it, two thin poles holding up a fabric sign, and a pitcher of ice water in the corner. The condensation was thick, but the ice seemed indestructible.


Curiosity compelled him to move to the other side to read the sign, and his face went slack when he read it. In dark purple, though it just looked black to him, ‘Kiss Me’.


Dust swung around as if he sensed an attack, dark grey eyes shifting up and down the street that bordered the beach in search for something. He was getting flashbacks from the island when he felt like he was being watched, which could only mean there had to be a floating camera around, waiting to capture him on its memory card or whatever else you saved video on in the omniverse. Try as he might though he didn’t see one, or actually sense on.


His stance stood back up straight as he felt a warmth return to his only-slightly bruise cheeks. He scratched the less wounded of the two and laughed nervously to himself.


But if this wasn’t a prank being played on him by Karl or his people, then.. Was there really a kissing booth on the beach? Part of him wanted to just walk away, but a bigger part of him knew he wanted to try it. It was beyond him as to what would happen even if he did, there wasn’t anyone up here at the moment. The chair behind the counter still called out to him, and he felt there was no harm in at least sitting down for at least a selfie.


Paranoia made him look around once more before he moved back to the other side and sat down in the stool.


As soon as he did a tip jar sprung to existence, one of those huge pickle jars materialized as if he activated a spell, and then flopped onto the surface of the table where it leaned one way and the other, before rattling against the wood and settling on the table. Ready and willing for any form of money. Hokori almost jumped right out of the stool when it did, but changed his tune when he saw it. With a smile on his face he chuckled at the cutsy writing on the jar that spelled out its purpose. He leaned down to look at it closely, tapping it to make sure it wasn’t just an illusion, then getting a kick out of the whole thing when it was confirmed to be real. “Jeeze.” He commented playfully, sitting up and shaking his head.


Just to look up and see someone has actually lined up. His face turned red, and he grew quiet. ‘Uh-oh…’ He straightened up in his seat but let his face turn to the table, like he had just gotten caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. After all, this wasn’t his stand! “Ye-Yes?” He asked out loud, his wet hair giving into gravity's commands and flicking into his face. Only adding to his new shy demeanor.

[Gildarts]

Ferris Wheels!

What glorious fun! Or so Gildarts thought when he stepped on the rickety swing bolted in by a single staple of metal that squeaked when his dense muscular body mounted the swing.

It slowly rose up, and then stopped about a quarter of the way up, "Uh, is the ride broken? It isn't doing anything and I think we are supposed to be at the top."

"Gildarts this is the way Ferris Wheels work, we will get to the top shortly, and plus the people who climbed on before us are sitting there right now admiring the view. Lighten up?" She said. Their view wasn't half bad but it was chopped majorly by a giant rusting sign that looked like with the wrong push it would fall along the boardwalk and likely cause the whole thing to crumble into the splinters that were holding it together.

"Hm. Hang on. I'll get that eyesore out of here in no time," Gildarts seemed determined and before Molly could place a hand on his shoulder and tell him not to jump out of the cart, he'd taken a mighty leap and landed... On an invisible platform of air.

Little shoots of surging magic shown underneath his feet like glittering shards of broken gravity. "Whoa Gildarts can fly?" the little girl was stupefied.

Gildarts continued to walk along the sky in climbing steps of gravity, his stride was slow as though he would climb stairs, but every step was calculated to perfection and carried him deliberately to the hinge hanging sign.

It was definitely a hazard, now that Gildarts had gotten a closer look. One big wave from the ocean rocking the dock, or a heavy ride by from the dock's roller coaster might be enough to finally cause the unmolded, decomposing metal hanging in by chicken wire to snap.

"HEY! YOU UP THERE!" Someone called to the prime who was standing still close to the sign and deliberating whether or not to yank it out like a splinter or attempt to cut it off or otherwise.

Gildarts blinked and looked down. What did the dude want? The crash mage was in the middle of doing some free repairs, couldn't the yeller dude see that?

"YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH MY SIGN," the gray haired man yelled, "I GOT A WORK ORDER FER THAT THING AND-"

Whoosh! predictably, a gusting wave slammed into the boardwalk's lower stilts, swaying the whole dock, and yes... Snapping what was left of the wilted metal.

The gray haired chef's eyes bulged with shock. It was evident now more than ever, he had to let the prime to catch the sign so he could avoid a lawsuit, "Nevermind mister Prime PLEASE get the sign, if you don't it is your fault when it falls!"

Huh. What a weird guy. Changin' his mind mid-sentence. Maybe Gildarts had never noticed how strange people could be because he'd never thought about it. Maybe the blessing of coherent cognition would come with its own curses. Nothing the Ambrosian couldn't deal with... Most likely.

"GILDARTS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Molly screamed, dumbfounded by his complete lack of urgency. "CATCH THAT THING THERE ARE KIDS BELOW IT!"

The sign had begun its slow descent toward the teacup ride below it, accelerating before his eyes with the added momentum of its own weight.

Wordlessly, Gildarts dropped his gravity, and it almost appeared he had cast his own gravity spell on himself in order to accelerate his downward speed. His fists gripped the steel and molded it like putty with grooves the size of his fingers while he yanked up on the metal sign and his own gravity spell before the enchantment dissipated. Having caught the big crusted sign, Gil looked around the front of the Ferris wheel for Molly seeking guidance.

"Oi, Molly what should I do with this?" The Prime said as he hefted the large sign over his shoulder. "Never mind, I'll just make sure it never hurts anyone again."

"My... SIGN! GIVE IT BACK YOU STINKY OLD PRIME!" The man who was considerably older complained and shook his fist helplessly at the sky-scaling man.That hunk of advertising cost me a lot of gold!"

Buuuut Gildarts was already hovering off the coast a little ways out and times like these in the anime always called for a flamboyant use of power.

Yes. Gildarts was going to punch it into oblivion.

[Gildarts]

The punch coiled extending from Gildarts' core down to his heels which dug into the gravity platform's cemented force. Then with a few ambling steps the crash mage tossed up the rusted, sun-faded sign and upon its decent, smashed his fist into it unleashing a wave of disintegrating crash magic.

The movement was nothing flashy, initially but you could accurately call Gildarts one punch man's brother without being that far-fetched. The billboard disintegrated into particles Gildarts could no longer see. The Prime smacked his hands together, cleaning them off from the metallic scent that had wiped off on them, and casually leapt back through the sky and peered into the Ferris wheel's gondola lift looking for Molly who was standing on the intact boardwalk and waving at him.

"Wha? Did I miss the ride?" Gildarts hopped back down from his gravity formed step, looking up at the wheel that Molly had gotten off.

"Well... Yeah, but I got a great view of you blowing up that billboard from the top! It was amazing!" Molly said with a girlish squeak.

"The... Uh, view is meant to be the only fun part of the ride?" Gildarts concluded, trying to piece together what other people seem to enjoy, much like an alien coming from a foreign planet with much less finer forms of entertainment.

"Sharing the view with good company actually," Molly pointed out and then realized that might fall flat on his ears. "But uh... I got to watch you save those people and stuff! Plus that punch was great! Bam!"

Molly's hand formed into a first and swatted at the air, "Ha!"

Gildarts stood perplexed, "So I didn't completely ruin your ride Molly?"

"Nope! You saved the people on the teacups that was even better!" She said cheerily, "Had you not been there right then it would've been a tragedy."

Molly sighed, honestly she couldn't expect Gildarts to ever be truly normal, he could do normal things, but she had kind of expected him to break the Ferris wheel with his first step inside. They'd at least gotten a quarter up before Gildarts had to bail. More than she had expected. While Primes certainly could act normally at times, but the most normal Gil had gotten at that task was when he was sleeping, or eating. And well, he couldn't even do those things "right" all the time.

Regardless, Gildarts was still trying to do right, and that was what mattered most to Molly.

"So what did you wanna do next?" Gildarts asked the youth. Appeasing children for a long amount of time was never his forté. He'd played catch with Natsu... But after a short time broke the ball. That was pretty much the analogy for the rest of his encounters. Kids loved him, but he always had to limit his time around them. It was bad to kill an adult, but worse to kill a child who had yet to form his own individual opinion of what this life was about, and just what they were willing to fight for.

"Cotton candy." Molly pronounced with vigor.

Gildarts blinked. "Cotton Candy?"

"You know... It's like candy in form of cotton?" Molly explained, her index finger tapping her chin as she thought of how to explain it.

"Hm. Well that sounds great! But you can't eat co-"

"It isn't actual cotton, Gildarts." Molly said with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh," Gildarts rubbed the back of his next embarrassedly.

Molly smiled. This was yet again one of those things. Maybe she'd manage to teach him how to be somewhat normal, "They don't have it where you're from?"

That was a fishing question. Gildarts practically winced. Especially after his dream... The dragon of death... Cana dying in his arms, or rather, being ripped apart in his arms.

The memory stung with pain but Gildarts did not let his pain foil his outward composure. Cotton candy sounded like bliss. Molly lead them over to the little cart with the cylindrical device with wisps of pink cloud coming out.

"It's pink," Gildarts observed.

"Well that proves you aren't color blind," Molly said with her classic sass.

"That's just one flavor sir! But we also have blue and I could even make rainbow! How many will it be?" The man in the tacky outfit asked.

"Five," Molly leapt in, interrupting.

"There's only two of us," Gildarts observed.

"Well, Piqui and Pinkie Pie are probably done surfing, and you came here with that one tall shirtless guy," Molly observed with a blush. "I think it would be sweet to bring him one too. Eh hem, anyway, that makes five, see?"

"..." Gildarts blinked again and then realized, "Hey where did Dust go anyway?"

"That's his name? So cool!" Molly's first crush. So cute. Funny how he's even running a kissing booth...

"Here you go sir," The man handed him a tray of little condensed cones of fluffy sweetness, "On the house, since you saved my entire cart from being crushed. Thank you very much sir. You're a Prime right?"

"Yes." Gildarts agreed stoically.

"Do you think you could grant me a wish?" The man requested.

"Well I'm not some sort of genie..." Gildarts frowned. "But I can try to help."

"Gildarts do it for more free cotton candy," Molly whispered.

"Uh... It depends the task..." Gildarts was feeling awfully awkward. He was finally coherent and now he was realizing how many people had their own incentives for what they did. Molly wanted free cotton candy. This guy gave it to them for free to get something too. He wouldn't call it evil, rather they were both opportunists, but thinking this clear was rather depressing.

The older man pulled Gildarts off to the side and whispered in his ear, secret from Molly, "Now I know they make them in Dalaran, but I've never been able to afford one, I want a potion of youth. I pull my back out every day I push my cart on this boardwalk and serve everyone ice cream. I want a second chance, my pursuits are noble. Promise."

The man gave him a greasy smile. Gildarts didn't like the look of him. Now more than ever, Gildarts wished he could appraise the nobility of a man by simply looking at him. But that would require telepathy, something Gildarts could never gain, much less control along with his other power.

"Listen, I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but if you really want something that important from me, you'll have to prove you won't use it for evil." Ah precautions. Interesting how this announcement from Gildarts' had delivered this man into an angry roar.

"Listen pal, I've wasted my entire life since I got here to this hell, making a living serving goddam cotton candy! I want more, I want everything you have! As a prime you take everything you have for granted! And now I ask for a measly potion so I can make something of myself here in this world and you deny me?!" Gildarts frowned as the cotton candy salesmen had proven to be some sort of a bad egg.

How would he handle this? Join us next time on Gildarts verses common evil and plebeian greed!

Meanwhile...

Molly had taken the trays of cotton candy and was strolling along the boardwalk, away from the grouchy secret keeping old men. That was when her heart leapt. She caught a glimpse of a man in a tent.

Sable hair. Shirtless with ripped abs. Adorable features. It was him. Dust. The letters above him were organized to say 'Kissing Booth' Molly was ten years old and it was time she popped that cherry.

The girl approached with hesitation to find Dust was already blushing. When what looked like a younger version of Tamsin approached, he looked at her not expecting a kid to want the services he'd advertised.

She placed a cotton candy in the tip jar as she licked at another, "You're Dust, right?"

Play it cool Molly, she coached herself, You don't want you cheeks looking like tomatoes when you kiss him.

"S-sure am, hi there, should I know your name?" Dust spoke to the little blonde girl who looked like a mini Tamsin.

"I'm Molly," she said, "And I know your name because of my special gifts and connection. Is one cotton candy enough to barter for a kiss?"

"O-oh, is your parents okay with that?" Dust wasn't sure how old this little girl was. He wanted to make sure everything was legal and he wasn't breaking the law.

"I'm older than I look, the Omniverse is like that sometimes. And my real parents are dead. Sooo..." Molly trailed off.

"Oh no! I'm very sorry to hear that!" Dust was overcome with sympathy, but now he had to warm up his lips, because she was in need of his services.

"It's okay, like I said I'm older than I look, it was a long time ago. I have a big family now with all sorts of people," she informed him with a smile as her hands extended as though she would hug a grizzly bear to help demonstrate the size of her family.

Whether or not Molly had also meant they were obese was another story, maybe they were giants, the Omniverse was a strange place after all.

"So do you like cotton candy? And will it buy me a kiss?" She blushed now, unable to contain herself.

"Hmm... Is it super mega delicious!?" Dust said with a wink.

"It sure is!" She smiled from ear to ear.

"Wellll... I guess you've convinced me. Plus you're adorable!" Dust smiled and Molly closed her eyes. Dust plunged in for a respectable kiss, since she looked like Tamsin and a little girl, he had to keep it classy.

The moment for Molly was magical. Their lips collided sweetly and sparks flew like fireworks sending a rush of joy throughout her body. She felt the warmth reach her toes and her face was cherry red.

Dust's too.

[Gildarts]

"T-thank you!" Molly blushed, waved and ran off to go back to wherever she'd left Gildarts and that cotton candy guy... Molly had accidentally left the whole tray of cotton candy with Dust after being so flustered.

Dust was embarrassed too, but now he looked down at his tray full of rewards and cotton candy cones and licked upon the rewards.

[Isabelle]

“Well, you’re quite welcome, young ladies! I may be a fierce, but I never stand down when innocence is in dan-”

Suddenly, the pair heard Rosie calling from a hundred yards up the beach. How she got there so fast with no one noticing she had left was a mystery to all.

“Izzy! There’s a kissing booth! A kissing booth! Come on!” She yelled waving, then she darted ahead.

“Ummm, thanks again Dread Pirate Usopp!” She cried out as she took off, desperate to catch up to her friend. Usopp, looked around puzzled, and then took off after them.

“Don’t leave without me!”


Dust was still red and confused from his first client, he enjoyed kissing women but he preferred them a little more developed than that. He almost didn’t notice the cat and dog duo running up.

“Two kisses! One for me, the other for my dog friend here!” Called out Rosie.

“What!?” Yelled Isabelle. “I didn’t ask for this! Please, please don’t make such embarrassing decisions for me!”

“Don’t worry about it!” Called out Rosie as she reached into Isabelle’s top and felt around. The dog immediately went red, so did Usopp and Dust.

After a second. She pulled out a couple of coins.

After a moment of shocked horror, Isabelle snapped back.

“Okay only I can access my pockets!” She said, looking around at the other beach goers that had witnessed Rosie’s actions.

The cat slapped down the money on the table.

“Don’t worry Izzy, it’ll be fantastic! How often do you get a kiss from a hunk like this?” She said, gesturing to Dust.

“I uh...” She looked down, her face still red as a tomato.

Rosie turned back towards the kissing booth manager.

“So how about those kisses?”

[Clownpiece]

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” A sharp voice pierced through the murmur of the crowd. Just a few meters from Clownpiece was a rather fit brown-haired man, standing tall and ready to fight as he threw an accusation that was music to the hell fairy’s ears.

“What am I doing?” Came a harsh retort from a second man, who kicked up sand as he stormed forward. “You’re the one who fucking came over here and started causing problems.” A smile spread across the face of the torch bearing girl as the two slowly squared up, drawing closer and closer.

“What in the actual hell are you talking about?” They were almost right up in each other’s faces now, tempers flaring and just about ready to start swinging. The lunatic fairy turned away from them, smugly satisfied with the results. When those two finally snapped, that would be the third fight. Three brawls, all caused by the light of her torch, and still no one had noticed. She slowly walked away, bare feet sliding through the sand and the sounds of anger flaring up even louder behind her. Her eyes slowly scanned over the beach, sizing up each and every person who could possibly be affected by her torch. Three were done, and there was still a lot to go.

Clownpiece trudged to a halt, the grin on her face slowly falling into a frown. Sure, toying with their hearts and making them fight was nice, fun, and simple, but it felt unimaginative. She held her torch up just in front of her face, and stared deeply into its maddening magenta light. There were other forms of madness than just anger and irrationality, she was sure of it. But what?

The flame of her torch flared to life as inspiration struck, and a devilish smile spread across the infernal fae’s face. There was an old punishment from hell that fit the bill, something usually inflicted upon serial killers and mass murders. She dropped the torch to her side and quickly looked over all the beachgoers again, before singling out a large, tattooed man. He looked like a killer, which would make him easy to guilt-trip. She snuck within range of him, discreetly putting herself within his line of sight, and waved her torch around like she was just playing with it, before moving back out of sight. She plopped herself into the sand a few meters behind him, and subtly stared at him.

“Hello,” the hell fairy whispered, focusing on a point on his shoulder. The man practically jumped out of his skin, falling on his side as he desperately turned to face whoever had snuck up on him. “Hello,” she repeated unsteadily, a giggle rising up in her chest as she threw her voice at the sand next to his head. He reeled back, throwing up sand as he scrambled away from the disembodied voice. “It’sfff-” her voice caught just as the word passed her lips, cut off by a laugh. She shifted her position, bringing her knees up to her chest, before burying her face in her legs, chest heaving as she desperately tried to hold her laughter. Off in the distance, the man, pale as a sheet, scurried off the beach, throwing terrified glances over his shoulder.

[Dust]

Dust thought the girl was adorable, and only mildly compared her to Tamsin. He tried to avoid the ideas of having cute kids with the maid and focused on the conversation. He related to her, in some degree. His parents were also dead, but he still knew how to smile just as she did. Molly.. An adorable name for an adorable little girl... Despite the oddity of the experience, he found himself waving casually at her as she ran off, even if she didn't look back.

When he used his abilities without proper payment prior to ripping out a man's intestines, a gnawing and clawing sensation would always form inside of him. It slowly overpowered his ability to think about anything but what he needed to do. He'd never gone long enough without the payment to know what happens after that, but he currently was feeling the opposite. He had allowed the kiss to last as long as she wanted, and she had achieved his minimum 3-second requirement, leaving him with warm cheeks and feeling empowered. Where the gnawing felt distorted and fuzzy, this feeling started with a faint joy and clarity. He was none-the-wiser of what prompted the girl to come find him, or of her crush on him finding mild satisfaction but possibly growing more hungry for his attention, but she left him with smiles and that was important.

When Dust finally realized she had also left her cotton candy, or at least more than he thought his kiss was worth, he tensed up. He went to call her, but she was already gone from his view. He frowned at the sweet puffy candy that barely looked like it could stay on the paper cones even though he knew better, he worried about why she had so many and felt like he should track her back down and return them. Only to have his inner thoughts were interrupted by a feisty feline.

Dust looked down at a blue cat in a bathing suit, which threw him off in several ways, and a little dog next to her. The cat seemed all too eager to take on the unadvertised challenge of testing out his kisses, but the canary colored dog wasn't as excited. He watched the exchange with a bit of grief running down his neck and was about to say something when the first girl thrust her paws into the second's top. The man's jaw fell open behind the booth and he couldn't believe the lack of boundaries on this girl. Then she slapped the coins she found on the desk and called Dust a hunk. Which only turned the handsome man's face even redder.

Hokori's face twisted a bit in the awkward air now, as he let out a nervous chuckle at Rosie's probing. The rattling of coins in the previously empty jar - the booth magically moving them with the same kind of timing as someone nudging him and saying 'they already paid for it' in a sing-song voice. He felt obligated at this point, as it was only right. When you paid for a service, you rightfully expect to get that service. He would be no better than a common thief to deny it, despite how much force the cat had used to get it. With a side glance at the long nose man that had followed the two in, he picked himself up to move around the booth and lowered himself to her level.

He took a knee and allowed himself to slouch this once, but even that didn't fully bring him to the cat's smaller stature. He took a deep breath then offered his best smile. Rosie's excitement got the best of her, and she didn't even wait to be invited to take what she paid for. The kitten moved into his personal space with the same caution to the wind kind of movement that had been present when she reached into the dog's top, and before he even had his muscular arm around her she was putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing her mouth against his.

Rosie had expected magic, but even when the sexy man began to kiss her, the level of passion fell short to her ridiculously high expectations. That said, he did a great job trying. He squeezed her close and pressed his mouth against her's firmly. If only he had more confidence in his kiss... But perfect he was not. She left his arms with a fun story to tell, but he wasn't the prince she was waiting for. Still a hunk though! She purred and then moved over to her puppy friend. "You're up!!" She exclaimed, before pushing her friend into the arms of a stranger.

Isabelle let out an adorable yip as she was pushed into Dust, trying to stop but failing and falls short. Dust felt pity for the cute little thing and immediately reached his hand out to help her up. She tried to apologize, but he just chuckled as she fretted over the embarrassment. It never crossed her mind that she could say no, and she was just too cute for Dust to not feel bad about offering her an out. He reached up to her cheek and petted it gently. "Just relax, it's just for fun." He promised.

The comforting touch stunned the dog long enough for Dust to properly scoop her up. His hands slid under her jaw and lifted her muzzle to level with his face, then leaned in. Sparks of blush exploded across Isabelle's face. Something about the stranger's kindness and patience instilled in her some sort of motivation to kiss back. Closing her eyes she kissed him back.

Admittedly the nervous tremble of her lower lip as she put more of herself into it made the kiss that more appealing. Dust was surprised as well how well she did. After three seconds, as it was a default number in his head that he was so used to using, Dust pulled away with a big grin on his face and a soft laugh. "You did wonderfully!" He complimented the nervous puppy and left her burning with embarrassment. Releasing her face and bringing his hands to lay casually over his own knee, she stammered back to her friend.

The only other person in the tent was the guy, and as much as he preferred the girls, he thought it is rude not to offer. "What about you?" He asked, reaching up and scratching his cheek.

[Isabelle]

"Oh!" Usopp suddenly realizing what he was being offered. "No thanks! I'm good!"

Rosie shrugged.

"Well, I'm not huge for guy on guy, I can't be involved in that ya know what I mean?" She said aside to Isabelle with wink, she was still hyperventilating over everything. "So I'm not itching to dive into Izzy's top again to force him into it."

"A-ah no more diving in my top!" She said, suddenly remembering a few minutes ago. "That's final!"

Rosie looked puzzled.

"I don't get. I mean, I've heard of human women obsessing over that region of their body, but we don't even have breasts!"

"Yes! That's the problem!" She pointed at the crowds of humans that had been surrounding them, watching the chaos that had ensued so far.

Rosie took a glance at them, then back to Izzy, and then back at them, and then back at Izzy. Her face, fell into a frown.

"Oh, I'm sorry Isabelle, I-I didn't realize." She rubbed the back of her head. "I guess I got some odd ideas in my head from the strip club!"

Isabelle chuckled, she forgot what kind of environment Rosie was apart of until recently.

"I forgive ya, clearly it was misunderstanding." She said with a smile. She turned to Dust and bowed. "Thank you for everything."

"No problem." Said Dust, still in somewhat disbelief this encounter of the directions this encounter had gone.

Isabelle took Rosie's paw.

"Let's go see what else is around here!"

Rosie nodded and the pair continued walking down the beach, leaving behind a crowd of onlookers, hoping something else would happen. Usopp followed behind, uncertain if these were the right girls to be a following.

"Though, you surprise me, Izzy!" Stated Rosie, as they continued their walk. "Once you got into it, you were a marvelous kisser! It's as if you've done it a million times before!"

"Oh, it was nothing..." She replied, rubbing the back of her head with her free paw.

[Harry Potter]

It is just another day on patrol for the second-in-command of the Costa Del Sol Volunteer Lifeguards and daily flosser, Fluer Delacour. The beautiful french witch flips her beautiful blonde hair out of her beautiful blue eyes as she lays tanning by Lifeguard Tower Nine and Three Quarters, thinking about getting a new surfboard. A telepathic ping interrupts her musings.

"Hey, Fluer," comes the telepathic voice of Frank the Abra. "Check out the south end of the pier? I've been picking up a lot of excitement over there today. And you know what that means..."

"Litter," Fluer says dangerously under her breath in her thick french accent. The grizzled veteran of beach justice rose from the sand, jiggling solemnly. Her magic wand wand tucked into her one-piece swimsuit, Fluer jiggles off to investigate the commotion. And maybe get an ice cream cone. And maybe ride the roller coaster. And maybe play some volleyball.

"What eez eet I was doing again?" she asks herself.

***

Fluer licks her ferengi ice cream cone innocently as she patrols the pier, unconcerned at the gawking passersby. Fluer is not stupid, she knows why everyone keeps staring at her.

It is respect for the office of Costa Del Sol Volunteer Lifeguard.

She leans again the railing of the peir as she watches the surfing ponies, impressed. The ponies hug the curls and drop the tubulars well. She squeaks frenchly as something small whizzes into her and bounces off her ample backside, slams into a sunglasses display, and dives off into the crowd. Fluer raises her wand and points in the general direction of the offender, a giggling fairy dressed as a clown.

"Peski-Pixie Peskinomi!" the witch cries, to no apparent effect. She pouts adorably, then heads off into the crowd, keeping an eye out for that mischievous pixie.

***

It does not take long for Fluer to spot her again, this time giggling madly as she leaves the scene of a brawl.

"Protego!" the witch cries, and an invisible shield separates two of the fighters, hurling them back from each other.

"Tallentellegra!" she says three times fast (which is hard), and the rest of the fighters legs all lock together and leave them writhing on the ground.

"Agumenta!" she says as she leaves the scene, and a stream of water puts out a fire in a trashcan.

She jogs around the corner hypnotically, coming upon a kissing booth, but the clown fairy was no where in sight.

The operator seems VERY busy, but Fluer spots a pair of adorable animals outside the booth; a blue cat in a skimpy bathing suit who might have been grinning wickedly, and a CUTE wittle doggy who might have been blushing fiercly.

"excusez moi," Fluer says as she puts her hands on her knees and leans in close to the adorable animals. "'Ave you seen a little Pixie? Dressed like a clown?"

[Gildarts]

So Gil's gut had been right. And well, thinking through offering privileges for free when they could've been abused was a reasonable precaution. Or maybe it had just been sheer observation of the man's behavior. But now... The cotton candy guy was simply over reacting.

Had someone plunged in cotton candy guy's mind they would've seen the dark, greedy desire for world domination and unquenchable thirst senseless violence, malice that only came from working retail his whole life.

"I want my cotton candy back! I won't sell to you! You're... Pure evil!" The man glared through narrow eyes.

"I... Don't think that's how character alignment works," Gildarts said with a frown.

"You are a fool! Letting weaklings live and lacking ambition like a slothful slob, then you won't even drop a dime for a beggar?" Cotton candy man growled. "I'm gonna banish your ass Prime. A fate worse than death."

"You're mean for a man who sells cotton candy to kids, if you want to fight, let's take this away from here," Gildarts warned as he looked around at the bustle of people.

"Oh Prime, I know I wouldn't stand a chance against you. But I do know someone who is. He'll banish you faster than you can blink. Lucky for me there's men like you for hire. Ha ha ha!" The guy proclaimed.

"I don't think that's worth either of our times. If you really wanted to, instead of hiring some guy to kill or banish me, you could just go to Dalaran, was it? And get your own youth potion." Gildarts suggested. He was still nice guy Gil, for now.

"Humph!" The man sassed, "You'd like that wouldn't you? So your conscience would be clear! But I'm done with you Primes flinging around big scraps of metal like they are nothing, acting like you own the place and expecting free cotton candy! Well! Hero-type, I won't tolerate it any longer. You're a fool to have wronged me!!!!!!!!"

"... Listen you need to get over it," Gildarts suggested, "I'm getting kind of mad and you might make the kids around cry."

"I don't CARE about the kids! You're an imbecile! And don't you dare tell me to get over it! You Primes don't have to worry about starvin' me, I came here without even a shirt on m' back. And you come here and secondaries bow down at your feet!" The cotton candy man growled.

"Uh... Listen, it sounds like you have some anger issues or something. I'm gonna chibify you to cool you down for a bit and make sure you don't hurt anybody, and if you keep acting this way I'll have a talk with the local police for harassment," Gildarts warned.

"Wh- HARASSMENT?" The man burst, "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?! You almost hit me with a sign that could crush me into the width of a flattened penny! You come here with your annoying little girl and you-"

"Don't talk about Molly that way," Gildarts growled, "She isn't your concern, you don't get to verbally abuse kids on my watch."

"What are you gonna do, punch me warrior guy? I want my bones to break, then I can claim disability and live off the insurance." The man smirked.

"Calling the cops. You're a jerk," Gil said pulling out his phone.

"HA! I'd like to see you try!" The guy challenged as Gildarts was deliberately dialing and punching the digits.

"Hello? Yeah some guy is bothering me and my little girl, he's posing as a cotton candy vendor at the boardwalk. Yes, yes, yeah I saved his life or whatever and he tried to give me free cotton candy, but he probably poisoned it or something. MOLLY, MOLLY DON'T EAT THE COTTON CANDY, where are you?" Gildarts shouted.

Are you still there sir?

"Yeah, yeah, mhm. Okay, white armor? Hey I think I've seen those guys before. Yeah I'm gonna chibify him to you can't miss him and so he can't escape."

Chibi...fy phone lady asked.

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt." Gil informed.

Don't take the law into your own hands, from the sound of it you're the vigilante type. Please don't do anything that could cause further damage to the situation.

"I gotta go and make sure Molly doesn't eat his cotton candy, guy could be a creep and could've roofied it. Thanks lady! Get here quick!" Gil flicked the button and found Molly was by his side.

"The cotton candy guy is evil?! How did you manage that Gildarts?! Ugh, just when we needed a refill." Molly face palmed.

"He has a problem with heroes, good guys, and Primes it seems. Guess I embody his definition." Gildarts said solemnly.

"Aww Gildaddy..."

"What was that?" Gil thought he heard...

"Gildarts, I think it's very responsible you called the authorities. And almost a little out of character. But... It's kind of funny you can't even get cotton candy without having some guy challenge you," Molly tsked.

"If I punched him and he was defenseless that wouldn't be right." Gil continued, "He doesn't seem like-"

A blade slashed into the dark fabric of his cloak and stabbed him square into the back. Gildarts turned quickly and flicked some magic at his perpetrator. The knife was let in. Cotton candy guy was hit with the crash mage's enchantment. A spell spread across CCG like the square pattern of a fishnet and immediately he exploded into mini chibis.

"How dare you!?" The guy shook his fist, feeling demeaned.

"Listen, stabbing people in general really isn't cool, I had to tell that little skull guy the same thing, and that suit guy, and that guy who wore red leather. They all had stab type weapons, ugh, Karl's cutting words were the worst blade of all though," Gildarts relived DA.

"Rawwwrrrr!!" Chibi CCG roared. The storm troopers had arrived to the shitshow though. Gildarts snapped his fingers and the chibized man was put back together with a flash of magic.

"He's the guy I called about. Harassed my little girl and were trying to have a nice day at the beach," Gil informed the white suited people. First they buckled the cuffs around the man's wrists and lead him away, then...

He felt the cold stab of silver slide around his wrists, "Ah, hey, what are you doing? He's the bad guy!"

"That's right!" Molly protested.

"We don't look lightly on people who take the law into their own hands," the storm trooper spoke through the shaded visor.

"Uh... It was self defense, you probably even saw it. He stabbed me in the back, heck if you looked just an inch below my shoulder you could see it. It's a... Molly what do you call those prop clue things at a crime scene?" He asked as the trooper began dragging him away.

"Uh, EVIDENCE? You can't take him away, we're supposed to enjoy today together! He has to keep his promise!" Molly said desperately, emotion in her voice.

"Tell you what... Prime, I'll let you go on one condition," the mechanical voice spoke and the soldier's visor raised to reveal a stunning set of blue eyes.

Suddenly in these handcuffs Gil began to feel all sorts of prisoner emotions. Held hostage by a hottie soldier enforcing the law? He shook his head out of it, respect was this noble's number one priority.

"You're Gildarts, strongest prime, from Dante's Abyss, right?" She said, confidence in her voice. She was independent, strong, bold. Gildarts liked that. She took off her helmet, unleashing a long sable ponytail tied to perfection.

"Yes." Gildarts nodded keeping his eyes on hers, "That's me."

"Give me your best kiss and I'll let you go," hottie storm trooper said. "It's either that or the slammer."

"Uh..." he'd been to Impel Down before. He had to partner with a bad sort of guy to escape. It was a bad place.

"A kiss? You're serious?" Molly exclaimed. It seemed everyone was getting kisses these days.

"Yes." The woman nodded seriously, as though it was a matter of business, "Kissing the strongest Prime isn't something people do everyday. Plus, I think you're a handsome man."

"Alright," Gildarts agreed.

"What?! Gil you can't be serious what about Guu?" Molly said.

"Cooties don't exist kid," she said in regards to the aforementioned goo.

"It's fine Molly, Guu knows me well," Gil spoke.

"Fine? You better kiss me like you mean it. If it isn't good enough I'll release you but forget to unlock the handcuffs." This woman was a hardass.

"No more talking, I won't hold back," Gildarts broke easily through the cuffs and took the woman in his arms. A single step and she was pinned against a hard surface while his arms wrapped around her firmly. His lips landed and prickled the skin around her mouth as they quite literally sealed the deal.

Molly looked away embarrassed, watching anymore would be unbearable. She looked back and they were still kissing. Hands were wandering too. The lady had dropped her helmet with a hollow clunk on the wood. It was probably the best kiss of Gildarts' life considering he was a changed man now, with a mind free to focus on not releasing his magic full force on the woman. She had the armor on so he didn't have to worry about initially crushing her.

Next they swapped sides. Gildarts was pressed against whatever surface he'd pinned her against, the caught up Prime wasn't exactly being observant to anything other than her body. Remember that knife in his back? Yeah, that dug in a few more inches and Gildarts finished the kiss with a bang, before releasing the woman from the pressing force of his embrace and his expression allowing first a bright beam and second a wince of pain.

"Oh yeah, that knife... Ha. You'll be fine Gilly," she winked, blew him an air kiss, "You really didn't hold back. You're one hell of a man." The storm trooper placed her helmet back on and strut off.

"Was it WORTH IT?" Molly scowled, "Now you're bleeding all over the place Gildarts ! How do you let yourself get in these messes? Does trouble just follow you?"

"To be honest, I don't feel any pain at this exact moment. Think I can get her number?" Gildarts chased after her.

Molly sighed, but it would have been hypocritical to complain at this point. But she could get back at him telling him how she'd kissed Dust. An eye for an eye. A kiss for a kiss.