An Endless Stream of Role Plays

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The volley landed on Gray’s shield, rapidly pushing at the ice. But most of the attack was deflected to the surrounding ground. Gyrain then glanced behind him to see Gray’s attack, which caught him off guard.

“GAH!” Gyrain cried out as he was struck from the air by the icicles. He sloppily rolled on the ground, panting softly and standing up. He was a dozen or so meters from Gray. “Alright, alright. Guess it isn’t fair if you can’t fly too.” He teased.

He set his feet firmly on the ground as a pulse of wind surrounded him. “Wind Slicer: Triple Shot…” Gyrain called out, swirling wind surrounding his feet. He then ran towards Gray and sent a kick in the air toward him. Three bursts of razor-sharp wind were sent toward Gray in quick succession. “AAAAAND Swerve Shot!” He then leapt in the air with his legs straddling to his sides, shooting another projectile from each foot. These two shot outward, but curved in toward Gray’s sides. Now there were projectiles coming at Gray from three angles, and Gyrain was still running toward him after attacking.

“I don’t care if I can fly or not like you, or whether this fight is fair, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still going to take you down one way or another.” Gray declared on from what he said earlier, he letting his guard down against this wind mage as he resumed his ice make stance cautiously.

“Triple?” Hie eyes widened before he quickly created an ice sword in each hand, slashing at the first two wind arcs to barely cancel out the incoming attacks. With the third he summoned another shield and rammed through it as hs dashed towards Gyrain. 

Gyrain rolled onto the ground as the dust settled, panting softly. Slowly he stood up, his legs and arms shaking. The lower half of his shirt was torn off. "Heh... At least I got a cute crop outta ya..." He murmured. Gyrain rolled his shoulders and narrowed his eyes at Gray. He puffed out his cheeks, this time blowing a small ball of swirling air, about the size of a tennis ball. He dropped it in front of him before delivering a powerful kick, shooting it into the air.

"So you wanna take me down? Catch me if you can."

He couldn’t help but burst into giggles as Gray shouted at him. “I’m not a Bacchus! I said CALL me that, tho-GAH!” He squealed out as the ice knocked him further into the air. He recovered himself and glared down at Gray, floating high above him.

“Rude! And stop stripping so much!” He snapped back. He took a deep breath and held his friends in front of his face. He blew out, like be was blowing up a beach ball. And a beach ball-sized sphere of swirling wind formed in his grasp.

“Gyro Volley!” He shouted, tossing the sphere in the air. He then flipped forwards and spiked the ball with his heel, sending it hurdling toward Gray like a volleyball. When it hit the ground it would release a burst of wind in every direction with enough force to tip an elephant.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m telling you one last time to stand down before I make you!” Gray replied as he kept his Ice Make offensive as he looked about cautiously at his floating foe, determined to make it hurt when he’d fall later. 

“Leave my stripping out of this!” He retorted back on auto instinct, it was bad enough his own guild gave him crap over it, didn’t need this stranger he was fighting to do that too. 

“Ice Make: Barrier Wall!” Trying to match that growing ball of wind heading towards his way, he knew there was no evading so decided to put up his strongest defence, and hopefully knock some of the wind back at its user.  

"GAH!" Gyrain cried out as he was struck from the air by the icicles. He sloppily rolled on the ground, panting softly and standing up. He was a dozen or so meters from Gray. "Alright, alright. Guess it isn't fair if you can't fly too." He teased.

He shrugged a bit, kicking his foot on the ground and crossing it behind his other one. “Wow, you actually got it! Yeah, I was his student before you all took Eisenwald down. Don’t worry, I don’t have hard feelings about that. He was a means to an end.” He said with a grin.

“My name… Let’s see… Call me Bacchus!” He teased with a wink. He giggled and floated into the air, just above the ground. “Anyway, I’m kinda on a hot streak. You guys were trying to interrupt me, and I don’t really appreciate that. So you wanna just leave me be?” He asked, reclining in the air like it was a couch. “I also don’t wanna hurt that OUTRAGEOUSLY attractive face of yours, Gray.” He said, winking again.

“You say that, but what you’re doing says otherwise. And you don’t look like a Bacchus either,” Gray replied with growing frustration.  Whether this guy held a grudge for or not did not matter, he was still someone he had to take down, for those people on the train at least.

“That’s not going to happen buddy, you could have killed someone back there, so I’m going to take you in.” The Ice Mage replied, resuming to his stance. He got a Master Bob or Blue Pegasus vibe from this guy, and not a good way either, especially-

“Stop winking at me!” Gray growled before he slammed his hands against the ground in front of him. “Ice Make: Geyser!” With ice shooting out from the ground his foe was hovering above, Gray hoped to trap the floating man so he’d at least stop winking at him.

"Rude! And stop stripping so much!" He snapped back. He took a deep breath and held his friends in front of his face. He blew out, like be was blowing up a beach ball. And a beach ball-sized sphere of swirling wind formed in his grasp.

He… Really didn’t have an option at this point. “Alright Nothing, nice to meet ya!” He said with a bright smile. He looked up at the sky and chuckled. “I already did a job yesterday. I’m taking a break. And trust me, anyone with a working nose within two miles of you knows you’re drunk.” He said with a grin.

Gyrain looked to Sol and shook his head. “Based on my experience, when someone is sitting alone on the sidewalk drinking, it’s not because they’re happy. What’s going on with you, man?” He asked, a more sincere tone to his voice now.

“Great.” Comes the answer, slightly slurred. The taste of nicotine is enough to calm his frayed nerves; eyes staring upon the night sky when the other lapsed into silence. Damn city lights makin’ it hard t’stargaze, he thought, but how does one do that when their eyes aren’t steady?

It takes a minute for the words the other spoke next to catch up to him, but they do, and Sol looks even more annoyed when they finally make sense in his brain.

“I’m last in Mario Kart.” 

"Did ya mess something up? He asked, looking up at Sol. "Like, you were trusted to do something and failed?" He said. He was more serious now. Not deathly serious, but simply not joking around. Sol wasn't here to just be drunk. He was getting drunk to escape something. Gyrain was very well aware of the reasonings behind getting intoxicated. He'd seen it all in his life.

Gray held his wrists still for Renji. It was all up to him now. He watched him struggle with the rock, trying to help as much as he could. Once Renji gave up, Gray sat back and sighed. “It’s fine…” He said. He just wanted this to be over with.

Then Renji came at him with another plan. He widened his eyes. “Seriously!? It’s in your… Ugggh!” He groaned out, bringing his hands up to his face. He took a deep breath. “Fine. But you’re gonna have to turn your head away! I can’t have you looking at me!” Gray said, crawling closer to Renji. It was their only option, so he’d do it.

“And don’t you DARE make a SOUND!” He said, glaring at Renji. Before he could tolerate it, but in this instance, it wouldn’t happen. Renji had to be silent.

“As if lookin’ away is gonna make the situation any less embarrassin,” Renji muttered as he rolled his eyes. “But whatever, if ya insist.” He sat still, turning his head the other way as Gray approached him on all fours. Pressing his lips together, he let out a shaky breath through his nose.

He raised his arms and jutted out his hips so that Gray could easily slip his hand inside his underwear; gosh that sounded so wrong. There was no way that the other wouldn’t brush up against his erection; it was inevitable. 

“Aww of course ya do! Well, what do you want me to call you? I can’t keep calling ya ‘Biceps’ forever.” He said, chuckling gently. “I’m Gyrain. Wind mage extraordinaire!” Gyrain claimed proudly, putting a hand on his chest.

He could see Sol was getting… Irritated. Just a tad. So he’d lay off the snark a bit. He wanted this guy to like him, after all. Sometimes Gyrain would take it too far too fast. It was something he was working on. “I do bounty hunter work. I take jobs of all sorts all around the place. It’s exciting, to say the least!” He explained, giving a bright smile. He saw Sol’s cigarette and sighed a bit. But he didn’t say anything.

“Call me nothin’.”

Annoyance seeps up his tone as he speaks. Sol closes swimming eyes…how unfortunate he couldn’t really get up because he was drunk. 

Great speed is a double edged sword. Not only must one be able to move fast, but react fast as well. She was so focused on attacking she didn’t see the gauntlet-clad fist in front of her, effectively clotheslining Erza. “MMG!” She grunted, chuckling gently.

She stepped back and held her blades out. “Well played!” She said, “but now I’m only more on guard!” She rushed Hellmare, rapidly striking at her.

And so, Hellmare was indeed slice as she can feel the several pieces of her armored shoulder pads broke off. “Guk!”

He nodded. “Yeah, that might work.” He got up and walked back to Renji, bending down and picking the rock up. The chains were coiled tightly, just like his ankles. His wrists were forced right against one another.

“I can’t really… Ugh. I can’t get the rock between the chains.” He grumbled. Gray sat down in front of Renji, holding out the rock. “See if you can wedge it into that gap.” He said. Gray seemed to be avoiding eye contact at all possible moments. It was just so… Awkward!

Renji had his hopes, but they were slowly dwindling as the time passed. His own patience was wearing a bit thin, probably from the fact that he was still bound tightly. Still, he grasped the rock tightly as much as his hands would allow, maneuvering it to where the chain held.

Then Renji came at him with another plan. He widened his eyes. "Seriously!? It's in your... Ugggh!" He groaned out, bringing his hands up to his face. He took a deep breath. "Fine. But you're gonna have to turn your head away! I can't have you looking at me!" Gray said, crawling closer to Renji. It was their only option, so he'd do it.

He widened his eyes and looked down, stumbling back. “Gah! Uh, S-Sorry! Alright…” He glanced around, blushing and trying to ignore what had just happened. “If I can just get my hands free now… Hang on.” Gray sat on the floor, curling his arms under his butt and legs so his arms were in front of him.

He looked at Renji and chuckled. “You look so helpless like that.” He said with a smirk. All helpless and bound. “If you were Natsu I’d just leave ya like that! But once I break the chains on my wrists I’ll get ya out.” Gray explained. “Got any ideas?” He asked, looking at Renji.

“It’s fine,” Renji muttered as he looked away from Gray’s crotch, definitely not enticed by it. He waited patiently as the other freed himself from the confines, growling at being deemed helpless. “Ya make Natsu sound like an asshole,” he rolls his eyes. The dragon slayer could be mischievous at times but he liked to think Natsu wouldn’t just leave him all tied up.

Great speed is a double edged sword. Not only must one be able to move fast, but react fast as well. She was so focused on attacking she didn’t see the gauntlet-clad fist in front of her, effectively clotheslining Erza. “MMG!” She grunted, chuckling gently.

She stepped back and held her blades out. “Well played!” She said, “but now I’m only more on guard!” She rushed Hellmare, rapidly striking at her.

“Oh. Yeah they didn’t let me in cause I’m not old enough. I mean, I’m an adult, just a few years before a drinking adult, ya know?” He said, chuckling a bit. “Though I don’t really drink that much. I can have a good time without booze, ya know?” Gyrain continued, looking at Sol.

“So, biceps, you got a name?” He asked, nudging Sol’s arm with a smirk. Gyrain could already tell Sol was a quiet type. And those types always had the best stories to tell! He just needed a little pushing to talk about em!

Biceps.

His eyebrow twitched under his limiter – even moreso with the jab. I’m more than just a hunk of meat, he thinks, eyes drifting over; drunken mood replaced with a sober one.

Just my luck, a Sin-type.