Thread: 〖Unison Raid!〗A Fairy Tail RP [Frost/Ironic]

Woah! Look at all the stars up there! Sprawled out and looking like a starfish on top of her houses hay roof, Nevaeh gazed up at the celestial sky that seemed to be only inches away from her little fingertips. Laying right next to her left side was her mother while her father laid on her right side. For being ten years old she was fairly close to her parents, appreciating each time she spent with them as they were always gone with work. Long strands of chestnut hair pooled around the hay, small pieces of it getting stuck within the locks. The tiny shack they lived in wasnt much, but she was thankful for having at least something. It was better than having nothing at all. Samantha and Carl were both wizards, going on quests together to gain jewels for bills and other things. They were not casters though, but instead equipped weapons that gave them a fair amount of high magical power. Wanting to be just like her parents, Nevaeh found a love for dueling blades. While they were away this would leave her plenty of time to train and show her progress, and even on the sidelines reading magic books on how to enhance her magical power. Now she could teleport directly on top of somebody for a deadly blow with her blades, obviously a dummy and not a real person as of for now. Excitedly the young girl would show her parents just how far she had come along, only to wait eagerly for tips and tricks from the masters themselves in her eyes. The stars twinkled and sparkled against her blue irises, intrigued with something that looks so heavenly divine and just perfect in every way possible. Watch my finger, tell me if you see the dipper in the sky. Samantha spoke softly, smiling as she watched her daughters fascinating eyes wonder off in the route of her fingertip. I see it mom! Isnt it so cool how they can form like that? I bet an angel did it. So nave to the world she was, but thats what kept her imagination alive. Maybe. But not even an angel could be as pretty as my little princess! Carl poked at her nose, chuckling as he looked at his wife with a heartfelt smile painted on his nude lips. It seemed as if this moment was perfect, nothing could possibly get in the way of it. So it appeared A scream in the near distance grew louder, the blood-curdling shriek making Samantha and Carl sit upwards. Both began to place a hand on Nevaehs torso to keep her laying down in her sprawled out position. Blinking blankly as everything began to register to her, Nevaeh tried to sit upwards only to be denied access. Mom, Dad What is that? Stay down, honey. Samanthas eyes were attentive on the direction the screeching was coming from, and though Nevaeh wasnt making eye contact with her it was apparent that a grim look was smeared on her face. In spite of how much she wanted to get up and see what was going on for herself, she did just as instructed and stayed laying there. She tried to regulate her breathing in a soft and slow tempo, not wanting to panic although everything around her told her to. It was a man. Bloody and beaten with arbitrary scabs and open wounds speckled on what was visible of his pale skin. Somebody! Help me! Please, Im begging you! Both palms cupped his face, fingernails burrowing in his flesh as something greater was happening deep within his chromosomes that he couldnt begin to comprehend. People started to gather outside of their homes, peeking to see what all of the commotion was. Gasping in utter horror, everyone was absolutely dumbfounded as to what they had just seen that they were paralyzed in their own flesh. One brave soul, however, approached the man that begged to be helped. Extending out a hand he would grip at the bloody shoulder of this cringing man, making his eyes meet with his own in question. Tell me, what happened to you?! He enquired as he gave the frightful man a firm shake, seeming that he could jiggle the answer out if he put enough exertion into it. I-It w-w-was Argh! Just when he was about to spit out the answer both of his knees collapsed to the ground. Thrashing his body from side-to-side, something horrific began to happen to the emaciated and malnourished man. His muscles would bulge outwards, shearing away the clothing that use to lay so limp against his body. Everything began to increase in size, veins protruding out and pulsating with his rapid heartbeat. He was turning into a beast! Black goop dripped from his widening maw, large and thorn-like teeth popping into view. Before the man that tried to help him could scurry away, a large hand would severely clutch at his waist. The echo of bones crushing would fill the night air, quickly to follow was an excruciating scream that died down to nothing. The beast would drop his body, blood pouring from its gaped mouth and widened glossed-over eyes. Take Nevaeh to the shelter vault, now! Carl commanded as the beast would begin to vandalize anything that came into arms reach. Ill go down there and try to do something, this is an order! Without another word Carl would swoop in to kiss the foreheads of his wife and daughter before jumping off the roof. Dad! No! Tears boiled up in the young girls eyes, reaching out for her father that was out of sight. Scooping up her distraught daughter into her loving arms, hastily Samantha slid down the roof and landed on both feet. Dashing inside the shack she sat Nevaeh down and quickly tore away the bear furred rug that laid in the middle of the home, only to reveal a locked door. We only want the best for you sweetie. Please, do us a favor and stay in here. I know you want to help us but we cannot allow this to happen. Youre a big girl and I know you understand the situation. Sweat glistened on her forehead, not wanting to tell her daughter that this may be the last time they will see each other. Im going to lock this with magic, setting it so it will not open until everything is safe. There is food and water to help you if things are unsafe for a while. Unlocking the door she would open it bleakly, turning towards Nevaeh only to see her sobbing irrepressibly. I want to help! Ive been practicing and I can do something! Please?! Holding onto her mothers shirt she would bury her face in it, holding her closely and not wanting her to leave. This broke Samanthas heart, and all she could do was hold her everything close in her arms. I know sweetie. I do too But this will be for the be- Her sentence was cut off abruptly as the roof of their shack began to collapse down, exposing the black night sky with the shimmering stars, only to have the beast obscuring the vision of it. Samantha was too late, she didnt have enough time to save her daughter from the further destruction of this beast. Cradling her closely against her torso, she would catch glimpse of Carl wielding a katana in his hand, thrashing it downwards to strike the beast on its back. Bellowing out in pain, it would pound its arm horizontally, knocking Samantha and Nevaeh out from one anothers grasp. She tumbled and tumbled against the rocky ground, laying limp with her stomach on the gravel. The beast would pick her up, only to smash her down thrice back down. It felt like her organs were tearing in her small body, blood exiting out from her cracked open mouth and trailing down her flared nostrils. Iron was all she smelt, and the screams and cries died down sympathetically. Was this how it felt to be dying? She felt weightless, the room spun and her eyes couldnt lock down on one object. The last thing she would remember seeing was her mother being picked up by the beast, crying and lashing around, and before anything would become too graphic to see It all went black. Slowly her consciousness was slipping away from herself and there was nothing she could do to grip it back into place. No Stay up! Dont give in! Encouraging herself she would try to fight the fuzziness that struggled to obstruct what was left of her cognizance. But everything hurt her tremendously. Would it be better to let go and not live life with this pain? Maybe this was her fate and instead of denying it she should just accept the realization of it. Yeah That sounds nice, eternal life. Nevaeh was beginning to accept this unpleasant reality. She stopped fighting, struggling as she was being tugged closer to stand almost one foot into deaths door. I will not let this happen to you, child. A soothing voice played beautiful inside of the young girls ears, the hum of it enough to make the hairs on your skin do handstands. It was a woman, the honey seeping out of her words seemingly calming every ache and torn on her body. It was hard to peek open her eyes to catch a glimpse of someone who sounded so beautiful. Dont strain too hard, mdear. Just let me help you Her hands began to touch Nevaehs forearms, working their way up to her shoulders, having them stop as she cupped both of her cheeks lovingly. I have to change you in order to save you, please forgive me Nevaeh. After a few moments of trying to pry her sealed eyes open they would finally give-way, taking in the glowing radiance that was Her Long snowy while hair curled spirally as it fell against her shoulders, stopping down the arch in her slender back. White pupils with no irises casting down over her battered and torn body. Angelic wings that sprawled out longer than her length positioned on her backside, the long feathers flowing as the breeze picked it up. A long frilly white dress hugging closely on her body, the lengthy hem of it pooling around where her feet would be. Is this real? The young girl would ask, taken back by who was standing in front of her. Chuckling at her nave question, she would nod her head yes in response. Your mother and father signed a contract with me to always be your guardian angel. It was a hard mission to get something so rare but they only wanted the best for you. Here I am, and as much as I wish I could have met you on better terms I can only appear when things get nasty. So we cannot waste any more time! Both of her palms would place on her chest in a position similar to CPR, closing her eyes as a majestic white glow began to emit from them. A light wind would swirl around the two, making both of their hairs swirl around chaotically in a beautiful trance. The angel began to chant a weird tongue, slurring words together and adding emphasis to some. What was she saying?... Nevaehs fingertips began to discharge a strong white light, her toes and eyes soon to follow with this bizarre new feeling. It felt holy, divine and heavenly, and soon the internal damage would no longer become present. This raw source of magic was healing her, as if none of the incidents of the day had ever happened! Starting from the top her hair would slowly fade from the brown it was to the paperwhite shade that matched the angels own tresses. W-whats happening? My hair She almost forget that during the process her body would forever change, but as long as it meant to keep her alive she did not mind. Looking around the room of her once known and loved home it would become something foreign. Everything was destroyed, thrashed around carelessly and definitely something that couldnt be fixed Just before she would turn her head to cast over where the bodies of her deceased parents would be was when the angel rudely turned her head to face away from the miserable mess. Soon she would get the hint, but no tears trailed down her crimson cheeks only a void in her heart from the loss of her parents. After another moment, the chanting simmered down to nothing but the silence that use to be in the air. It was disturbingly quiet, and again it made things hard to accept that this silence was the sound of death. All around her everyone was dead But her parents manage to slay the beast the caused the destruction to their small village. Thanks to them, no one else would get hurt from whatever had happened. You have transformation magic, now. How you trigger it only you know. You need to find it deep within your heart and soul, and from there you will activate the unstoppable. Helping Nevaeh up on her two feet, she would brush off the dust that was on her frayed clothing. I have to go, my child. But always know that I am here for you when things get rough. Even if you talk out to nobody, I will always be listening with careful and attentive ears. Leaning in to kiss her exposed forehead, she would fade away as if she was nothing more but a hologram. No, please, dont go! I have so many questions I need answers! But it was too late, she was gone. What If she could have helped her parents? Or can she only help the living, not the dead? Gulping at the lump that was in her throat, she would revolve her head around to catch glimpse of the bodies of her parents, and there she fell to her knees and cried. She cried her heart out, letting everything seep out from the new cracks in her heart. And she did this for an hour before leaving her once known and loved home. It was nothing more than just a memory. Just like her parents. There was no point in sitting here crying over something that couldnt be changed. The tears she shed wouldnt help either, but it was okay to let them out if need be. Sniffling as she wiped away the mucous that was caked on her nose with the back of her hand, she would get up from her knees and turn her back on the corpses. Theyre just bodies. My parents arent there, their souls are free in a greater place than I can imagine. And those were the encouraging words she would forever live by, knowing that one day she would meet them again. Sooner or later? It was not known, but fate always lead down to death, and that seemed to be the only promise in life. Finding her way out of the collapsed houses door, she would begin to walk down the graveled path that would lead her to somewhere her parents always talked about. Until a soft weep caught her attention. Amongst the clattered wood and hay was a quaking small body. Crying obviously from the mess that had happened in the village. She was too far away to see who exactly it was so she would begin to creep closer towards the commotion. Each step would make the thing crying more visible. It was a girl but with was that six tails?! Why didnt Nevaeh see her in the village before? Were they hiding her all this time so no one would see her unique features? Crouching down, she would extend a hand out to the balled up girl, rubbing her back only to startle her. Dont worry, I am here to help you I lost everything too, lets be friends? Blunt and straight to the point she was, but really, what else was there to say? The little girl was hesitant, but willingly and out of a sense of feeling lost, she would grab at the awaiting hand that would help her stand up. Though she didnt respond, it was apparent that the two would be sticking together for a long time. It began to get awkward with the little one not talking on their journey. Her skin was fair, short blondish-white hair in pig-tails and side swept bangs shielding her dirty forehead. Rags for clothes shielded her body from being exposed, and her small body looked famished and ghoulish. Whats your name? Nevaeh would attempt to make the little girl talk, hoping that the small period of quietness would help her to talk or open up. Nothing. She was still too scared it would seem until, out of nowhere during the trip, she would respond. I am Harley. Randomly she would say, walking right alongside Nevaehs side. If only she knew what the poor little girl had been through and the sights she had seen. She felt as if she had to take care of her, to feel the void that was left after the chaotic events. Nice to meet you Harley, I am Nevaeh. Thank you for tagging along. We will be good friends, I can tell already. Where are we going, Nevaeh? It almost hurt her to hear the uncertainty coming from the foxs inquire. She had to be strong not only for herself but for Harley, too. It was the right thing to do. You see, my mommy and daddy always told me about this amazing guild in Magnolia. Its called Fairy Tail. She would begin to explain, already capturing her attention with intrigued eyes glossed over her as they walked. They would tell me how they regretted not joining a long time ago, and though they still had the option to they decided not to. I do not know why and I wish I did, but I wanted to fulfill what they couldnt do. Fairy Tail will take good care of us. Mom and Dad always talked about the guild and what all they had achieved. I want to be the best member! Hey, we both can! Smiling from ear-to-ear, the two would walk and search for the mysterious guild. A week had passed before they finally stood at the doors of the large guild hall, the emblem showcasing just below the roof. So, this is it Staring at the building as it seemed to stretch out and touch the sky, she wouldnt know what further actions to take. Does she just walk inside? Knock? She was shaking all over, and to be honest she didnt think they would even get this far. A loud banter of commotion was coming from inside the hall, and it appeared to make things pleasing. Everything would be okay, there was no harm in this building. Im scared Little Harley spoke under hushed tones, twiddling her small fingers as she kept her eyes glued onto them. She was five years younger than Nevaeh, being five while she was ten. Her blue eyes searched Nevaeh's face, trying to find the answers in the universe within her features. We can do this. Remember, if we put our mind to it we can do anything. Reaching towards the cowering girl, she would grip her right hand tightly, giving it a firm shake and a soft nod of her head. With a push of the door, forever their lives would change. A new beginning. Two Years Later Every new day brought greater hopes, yet the haunting past would never leave their memories. It was hard at times to get through the day, but Nevaeh and Harley continued to remind each other what really mattered right here and now. Throughout all of those two years - that seemed to fly by - their relationship grew substantially. Going on missions together, living together in a nearby apartment, just... everything. They were best friends despite the motherlydaughterly connection they shared. It was another night in the guild hall. Ruckus and shouting everywhere you go. Silly little competitions all the while having a good heart-felt laugh in between it all. Ah, it was home. Nevaeh could see how her parents wanted to be here so badly. Everyone was so amazing, but it did take a while to adjust to the loudness and commotion. It was all worth while, though sometimes she really did wonder about her decision. I bet you I can drink this gallon of beer faster than you ever could! Alek slurred the challenge to Xavier, who foolishly agreed. You just asked the wrong guy! You're already drunk and nearly slumped over! Little did he know, he was just in the same state as Alek, hiccuping yet greedily holding his wooden jug of alcohol within his grip. You guys, knock it off. Enough is enough! Nevaeh stormed in on the action, pounding her fist on the table to feel it rattle beneath her. Though she was younger than most, she was a very strict person. Often she would be criticizing the bad behavior and habits of the other guild members, causing most of them to apologize, fearing that they might invoke her wrath. Damn, okay fine, just don't shout like that! It's giving me a headache! Alek swattered her away like an annoying fly buzzing around in his ear, later cupping his head as if an explosion just happened inside of it. That's what you get for drinking all of the time, you fool. Rolling her eyes she would pivot her heal on the ground and walk towards the table Harley was sitting at, sighing before gripping her own mug of liquid. It was only grape juice, but sometimes she would like to pretend it was alcohol to feel somewhat cool. The thunder would crack in the dark night, roaring and shaking the hall. It was nasty outside, so cold and wet from the constant downpour of rain these last few days. Nothing out of the ordinary until the sound of chatter slowly died down to nothing. Feeling the awkward tension in the room, Nevaeh would turn her head to see what was just going on, and there he was. A small boy, distressed and obviously looking for a place to stay. He was drenched in rain water, dilapidated clothing barely hanging on his thin body. What was that on his right hand and why was it so badly injured? Rising up from her seat she would walk towards the boy, eyes wide and filled with shock. What happened to you?! Are you okay?! Inspecting him as she asked the rhetorical question, she would reach out to him, almost touching just before the guild master pushed her aside to help the shivering and badly injured child. I want to help, let me! Fighting her way to get closer, other guild mates took her by the hands, pushing her back so the master could do her job to comfort the passerby. Harley stayed towards the back, sniffling and wanting to cry from the strange boy that just came in. Is he going to hurt us like that monster did? Is that who he is? Looking up at Nevaeh with large round blue eyes, it was apparent that she was frightened to death by the thought of the events of that night would be reenacted. Gently Nevaeh placed two loving arms around the sobbing child, holding her close as she stroked her head tenderly. Shh... no need to cry. I will protect you, remember? I can beat anyone up who dares to mess with my little foxy. You hear me? Holding her even tighter than before, she would feel an overwhelming sense of sadness as she remembered that Harley was the only thing she had left besides the guild. Everything she ever loved was gone before her eyes, and it would be such a shame if tonight was only a repeat of the chaos. She trained countless of hours, practicing her holy slayer magic and daggers to their greatest potential at such a young age. But, as always, there was still room for practice. It was safe to say that she could hold her ground if needed, but not the strongest member in the guild by far. I will be right back, you stay near the back and if you feel frightened don't be afraid to run. Taking her arms away from Harley she would make her way through the crowd, her curiosity and urge to help others getting the best of her. She wore a long white dress with spaghetti straps, her hair long and wavy like the waves in the sea. Those white irises seeming to be emotionless due to no color in the irises, but there was more to her than just her eye color. White flats fitted her feet comfortably, making small clicks as the heal of her soles hit the wooden floor. Beautiful she was, only being 12 and still needing room to mature up, but already she captivated many hearts and gained wonderful relationships with other guild mates. Jumping in right beside the Master, she would foolishly grab a hold of his right hand, thinking it would be reassuring to him but if only she knew what would happen next. Hey, I am Nevaeh and I want to help you feel better. Tell me what happened to you? Just because Harley warmed up so quickly to Nevaeh didn't mean anyone else would have the same reaction to such a blunt and affirmative girl. It needed to take time, to build up that trust and connection, though some can come sooner than others. Please? I want to help... Like I helped Harley...