#poisonouslightslayer

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A woman was running a special booth during Magnolia’s Summer Festival. The booth selling various pies along with glasses of iced tea. The crowds milling about the festival grounds to stop at one booth or another. But soon the white haired woman looks to the dragon slayer to wave at him jovially. Her words warm and inviting, “Greetings and good blessings to you, sir~ Perhaps you might like to sit and have some pie? All slices of pie come with a glass of iced tea.”

Sting was making the rounds and giving the special ones in his life mostly those he considered family some gifts. "Hey bro in law," he teased in a playful manner. "Long time no see. I wanted to give you this. Enclosed was a basket of fine cheese, crackers, meats, and honey mustard. For dessert were some mini cupcakes.

“Yeah, it’s certainly been a while, my brother in law.” Kaito returned with a smile, they both have been so busy with their own lives, so this was a pleasant surprise. “You really didn’t have to Sting, but I appreciate it all the same.” The Ice Dragon Slayer was even more surprised at the gift basket, but did get Sting’s intentions, the timing of the day aside.

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It hadn’t been something the blonde saw in Sting. Most things didn’t seem to bother him usually. However he had been what she had taken as glaring at the two men behind them at the table. It was hard for him to hide it as she was sitting so close to him. Crossing her legs, a smirk forming on her lips as she stared at him. There was a small blush on her cheeks as she chewed on her own lip. 

Watching him sip some of his margarita casually as ever made her eyes widen a bit. He was jealous, he had to be or he’d look at her. She was teasing at first but now her cheeks were even redder. Taking the drink from him she took a long sip.

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After his battle against Natsu Dragneel a lot has changed. First of all, he didn’t end up back in the time line he’d originally left and second of all, why can’t he shake that terrible feeling of someone he knows being in serious trouble? In order to figure out what triggered this insecurity within himself, he travels around through the Alvarez Empire without knowing the Emperor of this nation was waging a war against the nation of Ishgar.

Somehow he made it back to the land he once planned to erase with an army of dragons while being possessed by the evil shadow. In order to stay low he travels around wearing a black hooded cloak, so no one would recognize him at all. He doesn’t know as to why, but he ends up in the port town he remembers the guild of Sabertooth to be located at.

Gray was snoring in the Sabertooth Guild Hall. He was on top of one of the tables, one hand on his stomach and the other by his head. The night before had been interesting to say the least. There was a party of some sort, celebratory, a birthday? Just something fun going on, and Fairytail was invited. Anyone who could go went of course, and things got out of hand quickly. By the end of the night everyone was drunk out of their minds and destroying everything.

He finally opened his eyes, grunting and closing his mouth. "Mmn... Ugh..." He grumbled, touching his head. A faint blue light came from his hand to sooth the headache. Gray looked around. Numerous other wizards were unconscious throughout the guild, most still asleep. A few were gathering their belongings and moving about. Finally he felt a breeze on his chest.

"Looks like I lost my clothes aga-WH..." He thought to himself, looking down with wide eyes.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Gray exclaimed, which got him assorted groans from the hungover partygoers. Typically he woke up without his clothes. That was true this time, only he still had clothes on. Someone else's clothes. On his chest was a mesh crop top, a fluffy tank jacket, and puffy gray and black pants.

Sting happened to have been in the area after coming back from some errands that Minerva had him complete that he had been putting off for a week. No longer wanting to miss her glorious cooking even though his was more then satisfactory, his stomach had told him otherwise to give in to her demands as well as other various notions that he craved from her. Known as the guild master of Sabertooth by all, it was her that seemed to have him wound in her pinkie not that he would ever admit to that. Having lost the battle of demands, he had just made it to the store to pick up her favorite satin and lacy unmentionables, when he caught the whiff of a different scent and heard a voice that he never had detected before. This person reeked of something familiar and something else such as not of this world, but the former was of metal. Though it was not of a dragon’s nature like Gajeel’s would be.

Setting the purple and dainty bag down, he pulled out a lacrima sphere from his pocket and placed the bag inside just to keep it safe from any damage should he need to fight. He shoved the said lacrima back into his pocket and went to investigate the source. “Hey!” Sting called out to the stranger. “You lost or something? No need to cause damage. Who are ya?”

Tetsutetsu was fiercely in his own world pounding the tree as if it was his own punching bag. His anger almost released from it. The tree was already damaged as he felt his quirk almost activate, but held it back. For some reason he felt he was being watched not even acknowledging the new guy until he heard his voice. He made one more jab at the tree as it was uprooted. Shifting in the other male’s direction he quickly pulled out his smart phone as if searching for some kind resource or intel,  but instead quietly snapped a picture of the dragon slayer. He was waiting for a signal, but it was only fazing out so he couldn’t get any internet capabilities about this guy. Cursing under his breath he placed it back in his pocket. For a moment just taking in his clothing style and his look. He tried to not stifle a laugh as he never seen a guy dress up in that kind of get up. Tetsutetsu himself was wearing a typical t shirt and pants, but had his ipod in his pocket just in case he got bored, besides a couple of hand held video games stashed in his bag. “Yeah, I am. Where the fuck am I?” The teen stood away from the tree as if studying the new guy, he could already tell he didn’t look that much human either. “Tetsutetsu. What do you call yourself?”

          her features contorted as petalled lips pursed onto the ceramic mug, tasting the bitterness of coffee plaguing her palate. she quickly places the mug down, tongue poking out in disgust, hues forming squints as brows knit together in discomfort. a subtle ‘agh’ leaving her, she grimaces at the mug, poking it gently off the counter within the sabertooth guild hall. as the mug shatters, glances are thrown back at the mug, now in pieces. many not being able to see her, as the culprit she was more than happy to act as if none of it had anything to do with her. her projection becomes selective in cases like this.