Mission 19 [action - forward-dated to shortly after Seventh Heaven re-opens]

[redhairedknight]

 [Anyone going to Seventh Heaven for lunch today will get a nasty surprise.  Around noon, one of the tables is going to get uppercutted into the roof, as the young girl who just appeared beneath it growls with frustration.  She's stuck in the standard New Feather clothes, but she doesn't seem to notice or care.]



All right, Mira, where'd you go?  Don't tell me that you've chickened out already - we've still got a score to settle!

[Erza Scarlet is back from her mally-napping, but she's about six years younger, and a lot more hot-blooded than normal.  She'll be running around the restaurant, knocking things over and generally causing a ruckus as she searches for her arch-rival (at least, until somebody explains to her what's going on).]

((OoC: replies will come from stupidmira  for icon purposes.  And my apologies; I didn't realize that Seventh Heaven was still closed when I initially wrote this))

Comments

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

Trying to find that idiot Mira, of course! She must've ran away when I wasn't looking, but she couldn't have gotten too far! If you see her around the guild, let me know, 'kay?

...Say, did you just join, miss? I've never seen you before!

1/idek

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

[....]

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

[eye twitch]

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

[counting to ten...counting...]

Done!

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

[screw it.]

WHAAAAAT?!

WHAT "MISS?"

VOOOOOOOOOOOIII!

lol

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

Keep your voice down, lady! You're louder than Natsu, and I didn't think that anyone could be that noisy!

XD

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

Waaaatch it, twerp, before I string you up by your pig tails.

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

...If you did that, I'd just have to shave your head bald. [Erza sticks her tongue out defiantly.]

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

[He'll just toss said hair out of his way and grin.]

How? You'd be stuck.

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

I'd find a way. I can be pretty resourceful in a pinch.

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that.] Whatever, brat. [Squalo is about to brush her off, but there's something oddly, eerily, familiar about that look the kid is giving him.]

...What's your name?

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

Erza Scarlet! I just joined recently, but I'm gonna try my best to make a name for myself!

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

[So, this isn't good.]

...Joined whaaat, exactly.

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

The Fairy Tail guild, of course. How could you not know that? I mean, that's where we are right now!

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

Fucking hell, they shrunk you.

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

... [Well, she wasn't expecting that.] Huh? "Shrunk me"? What do you mean? And who are "they"?

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

Some shitty scientists. And you're closer to The Island of Dr. Moreau than you are any fairy tale.

You're in Luceti, kid.

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't get the reference, but she figures it doesn't really matter.] Where's Luceti? I've never heard of any place with that name! ...In fact, how did I get here?

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

[Squalo exhales a gust of air, moving his bangs, and decides to do things the easy way. He ticks off her questions on his fingers.

Hell if I know.
No one here now had either.
And that's the million dollar question. You solve that, you solve just about everything.

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

So you don't know anything, then? Great.

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

Or you're asking the wrong questions.

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

...Well, what did you mean when you said those scientists shrunk me?

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

Because you are not the you who's been living here. The you I know is older.

[ooc: >.> stupid typos]

[stupidmira.livejournal.com]

Really? Are you used to me being a really old lady or something?

((OoC: Don't worry about it; it happens to me all the time!))

[torrenziale.livejournal.com]

Saggy skin, wrinkles, the whole bit.