*OCxMavis*
Summary: Wandering around Purgatory, you wouldn't exactly expect to find a bar, would you? even less expected, is that the barkeep is a shadow monster offering to Isekai you with powers derived from colorful potions. Merchant King? Alright. Lets make some mone- wait. why is that girl here? she should be in the nude rock! what the hell! (Essence Fic) (Self Insert Oc) (SI) (Reincarnation)
Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14089782/1/The-Essence-of-Fairy-Tail
Word count:74k
Chapters:13 (Updated today 8-31-2022)
Chapter 1: A Whole New World
Don't Own Fairy Tail, or 'essences' Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
"Powerful Creatures Speaking, like a dragon or a god"
"Lacrima, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
I fall silent as I enter some form of bar.
This is incredibly unusual...
"Oh? A newcomer?" A voice calls out from behind the counter.
It is a wispy shadow-y figure, it seems featureless, and appears to lack a physical body. Two white glowing eyes gleam out from its shadowy head.
I stare for a moment, my ghostly apparition-esque body flickering slightly in the homely feeling of the bar.
"Welcome lad, welcome to my little hideaway in the endless abyss of the void." The shadow monsters greets.
I can't exactly talk so I simply wander forwards and take a seat at the bar.
The wall behind them is strange. It appears to have far more bottles than it really should, all constantly shifting and churning, it's like I'm looking at something I can't comprehend.
"You catch on quick. It's a fourth dimensional storage space."
Oh. So they can read minds.
"I can indeed." The figure nods. "So what can I get for you?"
'What... is this place?' I mentally question as I look around slowly.
"The only way out of purgatory." The voice answers.
'oh. I see. How?'
"It's quite simple. I fix you a drink, then you are put in a random world across the multiverse with powers depending on said drink." The figure explains. "You have three real options. The first. I fix you a simple shot and you become an 'aspect' of something. you get a random assortment of powers related to a single thing that can range from 'Succubus Lord' to 'Christmas'. I won't tell you what you got and you'll be forced to figure it out after I shunt you to a new world. Next you have the 'dual hue' shot. You pick two colors and I fill a shot glass fifty-fifty. You get some of each power and I'll tell you the name of your combined power, where you will then be forced to figure it out from there."
"Now, the final option is called the 'Rainbow Shot'. I pour you a drink of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and Indigo hues... then toss in a black and white hue as well free of charge. This is probably the most risky option as some powers rely on other powers, but in exchange for this randomness I will first, give you an aesthetically pleasing body of your own choice in gender and appearance... and second. I'll tell you each and every power you get."
The final one has the potential to be really good, or really bad.
"That's the gist of it, yeah." The figure nods.
I want the second option. It gives me the potential to be hyper specialized, while also having a potential out if I get a really bad power...
"Alright then." The figure shrugs.
My head begins to hurt as the figure turns around reaches into the wall.
"Oh, I'd suggest not watching this." It quickly stays.
I relent and turn away slowly.
After a short moment he tells me to turn back around.
I look down to see a small shot glass sat before me, it is a deep vibrant red with swirls of yellow throughout. Instead of the drink mixing into an orange like it should, the colors remain separated. "Your Dual Hue drink."
I reach down slowly and gently grasp the shot glass, mildly surprised I can touch the glass.
Well, I suppose I was also able to sit on this stool.
I drink the entire thing in one sip.
I fall back off the stool as lances of pain shoot through my body. It's as if acid is flowing through my veins, spikes being driven into my head.
I don't know how long it lasts.
I don't know how long my spectral form writhes.
But eventually the haze of pain subsides.
I sit up slowly, propping on the bar as I shakily get back to my ghostly feet.
Instead of the pale, faded white I was glowing before, I am now a mix of red and gold...
I look up at the Sadowy figure who has a glowing crescent impish smile. "Sorry about that. Most people don't drink if I tell them how painful it's going to be."
I stare blankly at him. No real thoughts form in my head.
"Right. I should tell you the name of your ability quickly before you wake up in your new body. Also, I've already decided your new world. Fairy Tail."
'Oh... the one where gods can randomly decide to curse you with love equals death disease for merely casting a single spell? Stay in your lane Ankhseram. You're not the god of magic.'
"The very same!" The figure beams. "But you shouldn't worry about Ankhseram. A mere look at your soul will cause the god to shit themselves! Ah well, it appears that our time may be coming to a close. Allow me to tell you the 'Name' of your powers and the general summary before you go."
"You are... the Merchant King. A man of great charisma and wealth... but possibly without either of those two things." The shadow figure hums.
"Anyways, I've taken up far too much of your time! Have fun! Don't die!"
With a bright flash I am forcefully removed from the bar.
I wipe my eyes as the glow fades, I bring a hand up to my face and slowly feel around my body.
I am different... Clearly, as I am no longer a red and yellow ghost, but what I meant, is that I am different than how I had appeared in my last life.
I have tightly packed muscles, rippling under my clothes.
I slowly clench and unclench a fist as I look over my clothing.
I am wearing a simple black hoodie and jeans. Reasonable I suppose. Certainly, a comfort pick, and that's fine with me.
"Well now..." A voice rings out in the empty forest clearing.
I blink and bring a hand to my throat. "Is- is that truly my voice?"
I pause. "'Truly'? I meant to say... 'Really'…"
"Astounding..." I mutter quietly, seemingly forgetting my brief miss-step in words to admire my voice.
it is certainly surprising. Melodious and soothing, not too deep, but not girlish in any way. A voice that holds surprising weight. A type of authoritative and charismatic voice that makes you want to listen to it.
"Kono Dio Da." I quietly utter to myself with the vocal control and skill of a voice actor.
I look up slowly, gazing out across a tremendous city.
I let out a low click and begin my steady walk down the hill, I pat my pockets, revealing a wallet with a fair amount of money.
My eyes stray the trees surrounding the path, I quickly blink as numbers come to mind.
'huh? I can... estimate the price of the tree?'
I pause my walk and slowly walk over to one of the trees, tugging my wallet from my pocket, as my eyes narrow.
Numerous prices appear, steadily shifting and moving as they almost form some kind of vision barrier in front of the tree.
I tug a stack of jewel from the bag, my eyes locking onto a certain swaying price tag.
The money vanishes as a vial of green liquid appears in my hand, I can feel reserves deep within myself lower quickly only to halt completely after a moment. I lost around half of my apparent power with that singular purchase.
"…"
I look down at the green liquid, then back up at the tree.
All of the tree's leaves are now a pale grey...
I just bought the green from them.
The green liquid disappears and a stack of money reappears in my hand, the tree has regained its green leaves, causing me to let out a low wheeze as my power takes another massive hit. Noticeably not as much as the first, but still quite substantial.
"Well, that is interesting." I whisper slowly. "This certainly will grant me numerous opportunities in the coming future."
I slip my money back into my wallet and turn and walk away from the tree, taking a brief moment to observe my energy reserves. I'm sitting at roughly thirty percent now and I can feel it slowly returning.
Is this my mana?
It feels a little small all things considered... but, seeing as how I can apparently buy concepts of things like 'Green', I predict that that won't last long as I'll buy people's magical containers and add them to my own.
I'll make good use of what I have.
I resume walking towards the town with a small smile on my face.
I look up at a massive Japanese style building with three apparent layers, it is primarily a cream color with green windows and pillars, with an orange tile roof.
Three banners sit near the top of the building, one orange, one green, and one blue.
Fairy Tail.
I walk forwards, opening the large double doors and stepping inside.
The homely aura is upon me instantly, energetic conversations, cheerful drinking and eating, there's two people arm wrestling in the middle of the room, people surrounding the two of them shouting out encouragements.
I look around quickly eventually spying the bar.
I quietly step over with a small smile on my face.
My appearance and gentle pace across the room seems to attract some attention, some eyes are glued to me.
I come to a halt before the bar, glancing around slowly with a frown on my face. Nobody seems to be running the bar.
"Is there anyone here?" I question suddenly.
"Oh! Sorry!" A chipper voice calls out from beyond the counter.
There's a shuffling noise as an upper torso peeks up over the countertop, she takes off a pair of red glasses, sitting aside a book, and grabs a pen and notepad.
'what the hell?! She's not supposed to be here?!'
My surprise doesn't show on my face, my features were schooled, hiding any real emotion besides an impassive stare.
"Sorry about that! After the last bar fight, I've taken to cowering under the bar at all times so I don't take a stray bottle to the forehead! Those weren't good for my health~ what can I get for youuu-" the girl freezes, eyes wide.
The pen falls from her hand as she stares blankly at me, a shocked expression plastered over her face, her pupil-less dull, almost dead, green gaze boring into my own.
She has long wavy blond hair that goes down to her almost her ankles, a single strand atop her head refuses to fall, she has wing-like accessories on each side of her head, and wears a long white layered dress with a pink bow around her collar.
"It's you..." She hollowly whispers, a bright smile crossing the girl's face.
I blink owlishly. "Have we ever had the pleasure of meeting? I do not recall ever meeting you."
She leans over the counter, taking my face in between her hands as she lets out a quiet whisper. "I-It's... really you."
"Okay now I'm starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. I do not know you." I announce with frown.
The girl snaps out of her daze. "H-Huh?"
She blinks and looks over me.
"You..." She whispers quietly.
Her little outburst has gained quite a bit of attention from people around us.
She looks down at the floor, a sad expression on her face. "Oh... I see. I don't think we have met before, I just used to know someone who looked familiar."
She grabs her pen slowly with a disappointed frown. "So, what can I get for you?"
"I'm actually here to join the guild." I state with a small smile, putting the weirdness from Fairy Tail's first guild master behind me. 'why is she here? Why is she working behind the bar? Does... she knows me from somewhere? Does this body have a history with her? Oh boy that would suck if it did.'
The girl perks up. "Oh! Okay! Let me get you a stamp!"
"You aren't going to confirm that I can cast magic?" I question slowly.
The girl smiles. "Oh, don't worry. You'd have to be an idiot to try and join a mages guild without magic... you can use magic, right?"
"I can." I nod slowly. "I just recently discovered how, so I'm a little weak, but I won't grow in strength if I never join a guild."
A small gleam appears in the girl's eyes. "Oh? And what magic do you use?"
"It would probably be easier to just show you. Can I buy a drink?"
She visibly flinches, looking over me critically.
"You... may." She nods slowly as she pours me a drink.
"That'll be eight hundred jewels." The girl announces.
I lay twenty-four hundred on the table and point at the drink. "I'm purchasing it's flavor and alcohol content."
A blue magic circle appears at the tip of my finger, the twenty-four hundred Jewel glows brightly.
A small brown orb the size of a gumdrop appears in my hand as the Jewel teleports across the table, remaining static in front of Mavis. My magic power took another hit, but I regained a little on my way to the guild hall so it is managable.
I point to the orb. "I just bought the flavor and the alcohol of that drink and condensed it all down into this".
The girl stares blankly down at the drink, her eyes wide, she looks up slowly letting out a quiet breath. "Merchant Magic."
"One moment." I mutter as I turn abruptly, looking to the brown-haired woman with a blue bikini stop and cargo shorts sat slightly down the bar.
"Excuse me, miss." I begin suddenly.
"Hn?" She hums with a half-lidded stare. "You going to buy me a drink or something tiny?"
"I just used my magic to compress all of the flavor and alcohol of a full drink down into this sphere. Three thousand jewel and it's yours." I offer.
"Deal." The woman answers, fishing three white bills from inside her swim-top.
I snap my fingers, swapping the money and the orb of flavor and alcohol with a small flash of blue.
She tosses it into her mouth and flinches. "WOAH! That's got a little kick to it!"
A smirk crosses her lips as she sucks on what is basically alcoholic candy.
I tuck the bills into my wallet and turn back to the apparent bartender. "That. Is my magic. The lost magic, Merchant... it requires quite a bit of funding, thus my penny-pinching methods."
The blonde girl continues staring at me, seemingly lost in thought.
"…"
I'm just not going to comment.
*Ahem* I cough.
"Oh! Right. Where would you like your guild mark?" The girl questions.
I look to my shoulder slowly and unzip my hoodie, sitting it on the stool beside me as I pull up my undershirt, raising it slightly over my head.
I point on my shoulder, roughly the same spot Natsu has his. "Here is good. In a black color if you would."
The girl stares blankly at my chiseled abs, the drunkard slightly to the right lets out a low whistle.
Mavis shakes her head and pulls out a stamper. "On the shoulder? Alright..."
She slowly leans forwards and presses the stamp to my shoulder, leaving a black tattoo-like mark on my bicep
I nod once and slip my shirt back on, followed quickly by the hoodie.
"Welcome to fairy tail!" The girl smiles brightly.
"Thank you." I smile.
"Now... I need to go find a place to reside for the foreseeable future. Good day." I turn and begin to slowly walk towards the door.
"Hey!" The bartender calls out suddenly.
I glance back, not even five feet away.
"What's your name?" The first guild master of fairy tail questions.
"Pierce." I reply as I turn and head for the guild hall doors.
Pov: elsewhere.
An old man sits on the counter with his arms crossed, he is very small all things considered. Wearing an orange coat with a white shirt underneath, the fairy tail guild symbol emblazoned on the front. He wears an orange jester-like hat and shoes that would look more in place on an elf than on the old man.
Though he is perhaps the size of an elf.
He looks over to the pastel blonde working the bar to his right. "You seemed familiar with that boy, first master, and have been lost in thought since he showed up... what is it?"
"I..." The girl begins slowly. "I know him... but... he doesn't know me? I-I don't really get it."
"Oh?" The man questions.
"He's also... weaker than I remember." The girl sighs. "But he has the exact same, appearance... the exact same magic, the same verbal tics, and the exact same slight greed. Which is understandable when your magic literally doesn't function without money."
"Where do you remember him from?"
"Well." The girl begins with a wistful smile. "I didn't know him for long, not even a day, but what he did... permanently changed my outlook on life for the better... It all started about... one hundred and five years ago... the day I don't want to remember... the day when the Red Lizard guild was destroyed."
Pov: returned.
I step into the guild hall with a smile on my face, making my way towards the bar.
The girl boredly reading a book with Gale force reading glasses looks up slowly, her expression lightening. "Oh! It's you!"
"Greetings." I nod as I reach the bar. "I am here to inquire if there is a procedure to take a job request?"
"As long as you bring me the request. That's fine... but you can't go to the second floor. Those are S Class jobs. And you need to be an S Class mage to take those." The girl explains.
"I see." I mutter as I cup my chin. "That is what I wanted to know. I'll return with a job in a moment, but first I need a little preparation..."
I look out across the guild hall, there are many groups across the room, grouped up, laughing, talking, just living their best lives.
I look back to the pastel blond behind the counter. "Who would you say is physically the strongest person in the room currently? Like... without any magic at all, just muscle-wise."
The girl's eyes slowly cross the room.
She falls silent and gestures to the large white haired man sitting across from a fairly busty girl who wears a skimpy gothic-like sleeveless shirt that shows off her stomach, she has a black collar around her neck, leather shorts held up by a studded belt with a demonic-looking buckle and thigh-high boots with stiletto heels. Her long white hair is tied up in a pony tail with ribbon that looks slightly like horns atop her head. "Probably Mirajane."
I blink slowly, eyes straying from her to the other white haired girl sat beside her. She is wearing a blue striped shirt and short shorts.
'Huh? Is that... Lisanna? What the hell?! And what's the deal with Mirajane's new appearance?'
I quickly calculate the value of what I want to purchase.
'that much?! Ugh. Fine.'
I nod to Mavis and turn and approach the table.
"Pardon me." I call out as I pause beside the table.
"Hn?" The white-haired woman hums, giving me a look as if I am dirt. Her glare falters as she takes in my appearance, a sly smirk crossing her lips as she looks me up and down. "I've never seen you in Fairy Tail before. You a newbie?"
"You could say that, yes." I nod.
"What do you want?" She questions with a half-lidded stare, her eyes are glued to my face for a moment before trailing down my arms, she seems to be trying to see if I have any muscles.
"My magic isn't good at combat without preparation. Wanna make an easy thirty thousand Jewel?"
"If you're asking me to help you on a job, I'm not interested. Those weaker jobs hold no interest for me." The woman scoffs.
"I do not want your help. But I will probably need your strength. My magic is merchant magic. I can buy and sell things. Even concepts. I want to buy one minute of your strength."
She raises an eyebrow and lets out a single huff of laughter. "A minute of my strength? What are you on about?"
"I will give you thirty thousand jewel. For a minute of your strength. That means, for the next sixty seconds, you will feel extremely weak. However, all of your power will return at the end of those sixty seconds... in exchange. I will in turn have sixty seconds worth of your strength to boost my abilities as I wish... what do you say?"
"Sixty seconds for thirty thousand?" She asks with a half-lidded stare.
"You are quite strong." I complement, I gesture to the white-haired man silently glaring at me. "He would be three thousand for a minute."
Then to the short haired white-haired girl to the other side of the table. "Hers would be five hundred jewel."
"Buying strength is totally UNMANLY." The man exclaims
I give him a half lidded stare and look him up and down. "You are a takeover mage, correct?"
"Damn right!" The man grins.
"Not being able to buy the strength of others is the equivalent to you not being able to take over any creature. It removes the entire point of your magic. Just like not being able to purchase strength does to myself."
"A minute of weakness for thirty thousand?!" The white haired woman questions again. "Damn. This is going to be the easiest money I've ever made! I take your offer, runt."
A glowing blue magic circle appears above a large stack of Jewel as I smile. "We have a deal then."
The jewel teleports in front of the white-haired woman as she slumps forwards. "Woah!"
"Mira! Are you alright!" The younger sister exclaims.
"I'm fine." The girl grits out. "Just a bit of weakness."
She lets out a low hiss as she glares at me, ten seconds pass, then twenty, then thirty.
Finally, sixty seconds pass, causing the girl to sit up.
She rolls her shoulders.
"Well. That didn't feel good."
I duck an annoyed swipe with surprising ease.
'wait... I wasn't using her power there... what the hell?'
The woman glares quietly. "Tch. Whatever."
She then begins counting the money.
"Thank you for your business. I will see you in the future... provided I do not gruesomely die on my first quest."
I turn and walk over to the quest board. Some guy in Native American-esque clothing seems to be looking over it.
My eyes scan the board, eventually spying the job I want to take.
I snag the paper and turn, returning to the bar.
"I'll be taking this mission." I announce.
"A-Are you sure?!" The pastel blonde asks, looking worriedly down at the job I have in my hand. "Isn't that a little dangerous?!"
"It is." I nod. "But at the same time? I need to do this."
"Be... Be careful." The girl whispers.
I cross my arms as I look over a massive metal gate.
It looks more like what you would see at the front of a military bunker than a legitimate gate for a fancy mansion. A large brick fence is on either side, the walls having large metal spikes atop them.
I stare for a long moment, then promptly hop the gate with a smile on my face.
A three-story mansion is a mere twenty feet away. Not exactly a very long driveway.
This building is absolutely massive, it is a large cube with tiny towers on each of the four corners, the roof is slightly slanted downwards.
It is primarily a dreary tan color with a red tiled roof.
I strut forwards and jiggle the door handle. It appears to be locked.
The floor beneath me buckles as a tremendous, and monstrous looking pink haired woman rockets from the earth.
I twist and smash a foot into her face as she rises, sending her flipping through the air where she crumples to the floor a short distance away.
"…"
*Poof*
She disappears in a puff of smoke.
"Huh." I blink as I turn to the door and promptly kick it off its hinges.
I slip my hands into my pockets.
'Perhaps I didn't need Mirajane's strength... my body is far stronger than I realized... shame. There goes thirty thousand jewel.'
I step inside slowly; this room is just...
Well, let's just say that the feng shui is all off.
Sat across from me is a squat, fat, statue roughly thirty feet tall, seemingly comprised entirely of gold, or some form of golden alloy.
"How gaudy." I scoff.
It's not as expensive as it looks or sounds. Gold Make magic is theoretically possible. Magic in general really messes with the cost of certain valuable metals.
I turn and quickly jog up the stairs, I open the first door I see, coming to a large library.
'Very nice. First try.'
I walk my way into the library, my eyes slowly skimming across the many titles.
'where is it... where is it?'
My mission for the day is quite simple.
Break into the mansion of a politician, and burn a book.
Daybreak.
I took this job because of the fact I'd be able to get Virgo's key. Something worth far more than the jewel the job would pay, but the money is nice too.
My eyes snap to a yellow book, I slowly approach the book case and free the book in question from its resting place with a grin.
*CRASH*
"Boiyooyoiyoiyoi" an annoying laugh from behind me cackles as a rotund man in a suit shoots from the ground, leaving a large hole in the floor. He has a blond combover and pointed elf-like ears, he has a mustache that looks as if it sprouts from his nostrils and a large golden belt buckle slash button at the center of his torso. "I knew all you filthy mage types were coming around here to take something of mine! I just didn't think it would be that stupid book."
"Hn. So this book does not hold value to you? That is wonderful because I do believe I will be keeping it." I reply easily.
'I really need to work on normalizing my speech patterns again... 'I do believe'? Really? This is totally a result of the King essence. Fucking hell.'
"IT'S MINE!" The fat man shouts. "YOU CAN'T HAVE IT SO GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF!"
"No. I don't think I will."
"How dare you." The man seethes.
"VANISH BROTHERS!" He shouts loudly.
I glance to the side to see two bookshelves sliding open, revealing two men, one, a bald man with numerous markings on his face, wielding a large frying pan, the other a much taller man with what can only be described as an X shaped afro.
"Did you call for us, Boss?" The bald one questions as he and his companion slowly step out.
"Tch? This guy's a mage?" The tall one scoffs as they come to a halt behind the owner of this mansion. "What a runt."
"Byoyoyo." The politician laughs. "The southern wolves are always on the hunt for fresh game. Say your prayers thief."
A smile crosses my face, the three figures flinch at the sheer aura of charisma I exude. "Oh, please. I do not believe- I am the one who is being hunted."
They both seem to miss my verbal face plant. I fold the arm holding the Daybreak book behind my back and gesture for them to attack with my other hand.
"You sure talk big for such a little guy." The tall one scoffs, causing me to realize that he is unnaturally tall, perhaps even reaching more than seven feet tall.
"We should put him in his place." The other nods. "Boss, please step back, we wouldn't want his blood to stain your suit."
"Yes yes." The fat man nods as he slowly waddles backwards.
The tall man leaps upwards and launches a roundhouse kick down at me.
I casually hop backwards with a bored expression as the kick utterly shatters the floor underneath, sending pebbles and dust pelting at my body, I am forced to close my eyes to prevent the dust getting in my eyes.
The other mercenary lunges forwards, swinging his large pan at me.
I block with my forearms, causing me to slide back on the tile floor.
That attack didn't even slightly hurt. He hit me with the flat side like an idiot.
The tall man lunges forwards with another kick, getting sent spiraling into the floor as I kick his ankle out from under him. The other, seeking to capitalize on my opening swings his massive frying pan at my side.
I catch the handle of the frying pan with my free hand as I twist, my boot finds itself lodged into the gut of the bald mercenary, launching him away from me, with a simple jab, the edge of the frying pan crashes into afro'd man's nose with a sickening crunch and a splatter of blood as he sits up.
I turn to the bald man and realize something.
Wait a minute... he's not bald. He has one of those Asian pony tail things. Keeping a majority of his head shaved, but letting the very back grow out.
I fail to see how this matters to the task at hand of me absolute eviscerating these poor fools, but it is something to point out nevertheless.
I shift my grip on the frying pan, sliding my hand down towards the very end of the handle with a single flicking movement, the pan is raised into the air as I smirk. "You wield this incorrectly. Hitting someone with the flat side causes a lot of wind resistance and causes the force to be distributed over a larger area."
I turn the pan onto its side and bring it down with incredible speed, the man can barely bring his arms up to block as a sickening crack rings out across the library, his forearms visibly bend, as if they had gained an extra joint, he lets out a scream as he falls back onto the tile floor, writhing in pain.
I abruptly whirl around and hurl the frying pan at the fat man who was nervously sweating since I took down the first of the vanishing brothers.
He lets out a girlish and slightly pig-like squeal of terror as the pan rapidly twirls through the air.
'all that is left is to grab Virgo and get the fuck out of here.'
There's a sudden loud explosion as something shoots through the wall.
*CLANG*
I blink slowly as the dust clears.
Standing there is a man with a goatee, a large frown on his face. He is incredibly muscular, with scars across his body, he has tanned skin, short brown hair, and dark amber eyes, he wears a biker jacket and jeans, chains hang off his body as he blocks the pan with one hand, the metal slightly bends under his fingertips as he shoots me glare.
'Who... the hell is this?'
"I should have known those fuckups would have really messed this up. Tch. To be expected of the Southern Wolves. Those idiots have never seen a real mage before. Thinking they're all hot shit for beating an elderly wizard. Annoying."
"A-Ah. Granite." The portly politician begins. "I am glad that I splurged on better defenses... those two were absolute disappointments! But it appears that you were the right choice! Boyoyoyoi!"
The man flicks his hand down, tossing the pan aside with a loud clatter and rolls his shoulders. "Alright kid, let's have a real mage's fight."
He pounds his fists together creating a magic circle in front of him that rapidly flickers out.
'Wait- is that- no... no no no... why would- that's not- that isn't- it couldn't be- he would have had actual screen time if that was the case.'
He cups his hands in front of his face, a smaller magic circle appearing just in front of his hands. He lets out a bellow. "EARTH DRAGON..."
For the first time since I got here. I manage to break character. "Oh fuck. He's got plot armor."
"ROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!"
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