#steeltempered

♫ ❚❙❘ In all the chatter that fills the echoing guild hall, she could always pick out any time music started to play. Usually it was Mira, but Olexa could tell the second the guitar started playing who it belonged to. Her interest was instantly peeked, it had been a while since she had heard him play.

     Slowly she pulled away from the group she was with the inch closer to the stage. Wanting to listen in. However once the off tune strums hit her ears she found her self offering to fix it.

     ❝I don't think it's memorizing the pitch...❞ Gently she took the instrument from him. Her fingers trailing the neck as if she was admiring it before settling in position at the top. Soft hums leaving her lips after a few plucks of the strings. Twisting the nobs until her hums and the strokes matched. ❝Its more like a call and response.❞

i. despite her appearance, sorano is very resourceful & has fully capable survival skills. while she dabbles in a little bit of everything, her strongest attributes involve small animal trappings / fishing ( as well as cleaning them for cooking ), scavenging for weapons or food, & performing emergency first aid. ( particularly when it involves stitching up wounds )

ii. prissy princess vibes are a common misconception based on how she carries herself. sorano’s interests can often surprise people. one example is: sorano really likes insects. particularly butterflies, moths, & other winged ones. she also likes spiders. sorano is the kind of girl that’ll scoop a spider into her hands to let it outside, instead of killing it.

iii. sorano has a bad habit of peeling at the skin of her lips with her teeth. it’s a nervous habit, like nail biting for some. this is more frequent when her lips are chapped or dry. ( which is often while she’s a fugitive ) because of this, she doesn’t like to wear lipstick.

iv. sorano makes almost all her clothes. or at the very least, she adds embellishments & redesigns clothes normally found in thrift stores. she’s very handy with a needle & thread. she always carries a travel sewing kit. great for stitching up ripped clothing or ripped skin.

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déjà  vu.....natsu knew he heard that term before. but where? he could easily rule out food because that would just be a weird food name. but then again...he would still try it if it was a food so. but, gajeel seemed oddly serious and if he was recommending natsu food, it wouldn’t have this atmosphere. at least, natsu would hope not. it’s not that advertising. but. he asked a question and natsu had to think.

cana would know more about this stuff. but she was all the way in magnolia (maybe?).

déjà  vu.....natsu thought harder and harder on it. oh! was it...yes! it was when you were at some place at a weird time. like being at the train station at three am when no one else was there. and like when you’re in between one place and another and it feels weird. 

♫ ❚❙❘ ❝Ex-excuse the-the mess...❞ Her words came out as a quick mutter upon opening the storage room door. One step inside and she had already almost tripped, her hand fumbling against the wall to find the light switch to prevent herself from future stumbles.

     Olexa was usually neat. The rest of the apartment leading up to this room was prove of that. A few out of place things here and there, but nothing compared to how cluttered this space was. Boxes stacked on top of each other, books pilled on the floor, a cluster of music stands in the corner. All of which covered in just enough dust to indicate that it had been a couple of month since that door had been open.

     ❝Feel free to-to take whatever you need.❞ The girl was already tipped toeing around, reaching the middle of the room to stop at a box she had seemed to be looking for. A very somber expression had fallen on her face the second they entered the room, but it seemed darker now. ❝This one here has a-a-a lot of my dad's old jazz re-records. It-it's all yours if-if you want.❞

( * / @steeltempered / prompts / accepting )

He had recently bestowed his presence upon the uproaring Guild, with another mission brought accomplishment to. Now, having taken temporary residence at the bar, he would engage in potability ( yet with its limits ) Henceforth, with a ice cold mug occupying his arm, he would allow the foamy liquor to enter his mouth, run through his throat and leave him with a bitter aftertaste. Ah, pure bliss. Simplicity at eminence, yet greatly appreciated.

And his eyes would wander at his surroundings, offering scrutinies. For reasons unbeknown, the customary clamor seemed to have ceased for today. This was good. Great, if more so. He desired for some tranquility to ease up his mind, and wind up. And whilst he would have preferred to have the companionship of his most trustworthy teammates, he had no qualms remaining like thi for the time being. Tacit, and with an unreadable expresion gracing virile mien, he would glance at his surroundings.

And consequently, his eyesight fell and stayed on a particular individual. One that wielded similar magic to his own. One that responds to the name of Gajeel Redfox. The manifestation of thunder never bothered much with the likes of him, yet --- one thing, one damn thing was too questionable to him. Hence the piercing glance that apparently didn't go unnoticed by the other.

❛ You. Or more likely, your eyebrows. ❜

❛ A mistake, to be precise. ❜

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He found himself in a predicament, with a calamitous of a situation bestowed upon him; with the unfortunate appearance of grotesque creatures, acting like obstructions towards his survival. And the current spectacle speaks volumes --- with garments torn in several areas, consequently unveiling partially bruised skin in obscure hues of purple. Scratches ornamented in a thick liquid substance of a garnet complexion. Perspiration would surface atop his forehead strolling down the rest of his face, as his respiratory pattern was heavy. Regardless, his feet remained impaled upon the dirty ground beneath him, with his structure slightly crouched just enough to catch a breath or two. Talk about an unanticipated situation he was hurled in.

However, this is to be expected amongst those who wield a symbol as a representation of a Guild. It wasn't infrequent for mages to be placed under such callous and unexpected situations. And those who bear the insignia of Fairy Tail has shown the grandest comprehension of such. Numerable were the times that life had tossed obstacles on their way, with catastrophic results for both sides. Even so, they still stood as the conquerors. Therefore, this situation here is no different from the ones Laxus had encountered before. So, notwithstanding the current condition of his body, he was still standing, with an unimpeded willpower.

Such was the result of performing his Dragon Slayer Secret Art. Insufferable damage was executed towards the enemy, yet the temporary paralyzation of his left arm was at play. However, what caught his attention was the familiarity of a voice that reverberated the ambiance, causing hm to divert himself from the view in front of him --- eventually facing a recognizable individuality. A statement laced with restlessness. All because of his acts of attacking, resonating with recklessness. Laxus would never prompt to attack out of paralogism, as keeping a level of rationality was mandatory. Yet exceptions were to be made. This time was one of them.

❛ You worry too much. ❜

❛ Do you forget to whom you're talking to? ❜

Elbows were placed above harsh wooden surface of the table in front of him, creating a comfortable position for his broad structure to rest. A heavy exhalation transpired through his nostrils, as complexions of orange would scrutinize the sight beyond the window by his side. Dampness had engulfed the scenery, as liquid substance that had morphed into droplets was occupying the landscapes of Magnolia. There sound of nature taking place was enough to provide relaxation and comfort, if more so. Besides, he was graced with a rarity of a situation --- to find the clamorous premises of Fairy Tail in such placidness. Seemingly, a sufficient number of his fellow allies was absent from the Guild. Even the Raijinshuu were nowhere to be seen.

Regardless, he would sit by himself away from those who are still present in said building; in a way to eschew interaction and enjoy some tranquility.