Fairy Tail w/@Azrael

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"Is that so?" Zechariah asked, carelessly. He knew that, but poking a little fun at his constantly overreacting guild mates never hurt.

Otelia stifled a giggle as she listened to the two of them go at it, but it concerned her that they still didn't really feel like a coherent group to her, mostly Zechariah didn't. Well, that was the point of this job in the first place. They arrived at the large, secluded mansion after about half an hour, at which point she was beginning to think they should've gotten a wagon, or the like, there. Then again, she didn't want to subject Azrael to that again, if they didn't have to. They were escorted in by a pristine butler and told to wait upstairs in a very comfortable waiting room until the master got back.
 
Azrael looked around. His looks seemed confused as he looked around the manor. Who the hell needs a hous this big.... It just seems weird to me how decorated this place is...." He kept going on about how everything seemed to be too much.

"There he goes...." Spyritus said. "For a man who lived in a secluded village he thinks everyone should live by simpler means and he always runs his mouth" the death knight leaned back sighing. "Though I think I can agree... I ran from my home about five years old because my parents were cruel... Even to their own son..."
 
"Ahaha..." Otelia had also grown up in a secluded village, and had never had parents to speak of, so she couldn't find a single word to say in response to this. She viewed the place with more wonder than disgust, though, considering there was not a single good memory of her shabby hometown hidden in the depths of her brain.

"Be quiet." Zechariah said, suddenly, quietly enough that only the people in the room would hear. Soon enough, the reason became apparent. The master of the house slammed the door open.

He was a fat man, but tall enough to offset it a little, positively towering over Otelia. It did not make him look very attractive. He gave a very presumptuous harrumph, then proceeded to explain the details of the job. According to him, this was going to be a party for the best of the best, and they had better not mess it up. It was probably a good thing he was too full of himself to notice Zechariah looking not quite at his eyes. He continued on insisting that they make the entire ballroom ("they have a ballroom?!") and first floor very elegant and suitable for civilized company, which made even Otelia's teeth ground together. The amount of money they would be getting for the job was good, as stated on the flier, but they'd better not mess up or he wouldn't pay them anything. Without waiting for a reply, and muttering something no one besides Zechariah could make out, which incidentally happened to be "filthy wizards," he swept out of the room, nose in the air.
 
Azrael grinned. "Someone is just wanting me to trash this place....." Could he have heard what the man muttered? The devil wasn't happy with that man or his taste in houses. But he had to keep His cool. He didn't want to mess this up for Otelia. "Alright where should we start"

"Well the man wants his house decorated. Some of otelia's diamonds might help put an elegant touch on the place. However... Az has no experience in interior design and my only thought would be to paint every wall a nice shade of black... So maybe Otelia and Mia can help us figure out what to do otherwise none of us will be paid
 
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Otelia frowned at Az's comment, then promptly found herself laughing at Spyritus's. "I don't have any experience in interior design, but you're probably right that it's better if you leave it to the women." She said with a smile, not at all meaning offense. She turned to Zechariah. "Do you think you could-"

She didn't have to finish her sentence. "Open, Gate of the Divine Hair, Berenice." Mia popped out of the air as he swished the silver key through it. "Mia. You heard, right?"

She nodded cheerfully and swung her hair outwards. It was a very threatening movement, but she simply used it to wrap it around Otelia's shoulders and transfer herself to atop her head. She stood there, legs slightly apart, looking as authoritative as she could at such a short height. "Alright, peasants. Let's do this." She chirruped in her high voice, utterly failing to sound the least bit authoritative or frightening. Oh boy. Zechariah could already tell she was excited. It really was a shame he couldn't do this kind of thing for her more often.
 
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"Careful what you call me. You may not like how I react" Spyritus said darkly to the little spirit. But then he remembered what Azrael said catching a glare from the devil slayer. "If your looking for a slave Mia, then make the devil do your bidding. I'm sure he'd do anything to try an make up for what he tried to do to you"

Azrael growled trying to keep himself from attacking Spyritus whether with magic or not. He tried to keep himself quiet, cause he wasn't exactly wrong
 
Zechariah couldn't see it, but he could hear it. Sometimes that was more of a problem than it was worth, because all he could hear were the silent threats in the two boy's voices. On the other hand, he could clearly tell that Otelia couldn't hear those silent threats at all. She quite cheerfully said, "You heard her, let's go!" And she was just as cheerfully dashing out to see the rest of the house. Honestly, they were on a job here, not sightseeing. Mia, likewise, couldn't hear the silent threats. She gave an extra enthusiastic shout, as the two of them went off.

"It sounds like they're ready to have fun. Should we leave them to it, you think?" Zechariah asked the other boys, as he casually slung himself out of the sofa and began leisurely following the sound of their voices out the door.
 
"I'm with you on that. I'm good for fighting not decorating" he said sitting down on a chair relaxing.

Azrael said nothing to either of them as he went to go follow Otelia and Mia. He had to help them somehow since the other two were gonna be lazy.... Well zack had his excuse he's blind
 
((Sorry, but I won't be replying this weekend, due to midterm monday))
 
((Back! Sorry it took so long))

Zack followed them casually, leaving Spyritus in the room alone, but he could tell the girls were going far ahead of him, since their voices were fading in distance. He rolled along the corridor casually, without speaking. He only intended to watch over them. Not help. He couldn't even if he wanted to.

Otelia was moving quickly ahead of the boys. She made her way to the ballroom following the man's instructions. She hadn't minded his cold manner of speaking to them at all, in face of this job. She'd never used her power for such a pleasant thing before. When she made it there, she looked around, gave a little laugh, and swung around in a large circle, arms spread wide, delight lighting up her whole face. "Zechariah, Spyritus, Azrael, Mia, look! It's so wide and bright. It's beautiful." Without any prompting, or waiting for the others, she began creating small hanging ribbons of pink crystal on the walls. "Come look." She said enthusiastically again.
 
(It's alright I'm a paitient guy. Your right on time :) )

Spyritus sighed getting up as he heard Otelia call for him. He didn't like being out of his armor this long but at least they weren't in danger. He caught a glimpse of somthing moving fast down one of the other halls. Suspisious he walk to follow it quietly

Azrael walked into the ballroom looking around at the large open hall in amazement. "Whoa! This place is huge!" He said chuckling. "This reminds me of my village square during the holidays and celebrations" he smiled watching Otelia making her pink ribbons. But he notice mia wasn't hanging around. "Mia?" He looked around trying to find her "where did she disappear to?"
 
Otelia laughed and continue to allow the walls to sprout some beautiful pink crystals. "Me too. It's so big! I don't think I've ever seen this much space indoors before." She paused and a shadow crossed her face as she thought that her village didn't even have a square that celebrated during the holidays, and even if they had, she wouldn't have spent them there. But that was neither here nor there, so she let her expression brighten again, banished the thought, and continued decorating the room joyfully.

Mia was being a little black whirlwind of a devil. Two insanely long, thick strands of hair were planted firmly on the ground, allowing her to reach all the way to the ceiling, while what felt like hundreds of thousands of other strands were flying in different directions. Snaking out the door, in the process of flying across the room, bringing flowers and tables and who knew what from who knew where. She seemed to know precisely what the room was for, leaving most of the center of the floor empty, while setting up elegant tables not too far from the wall. The ceiling was high and the walls were yellowish-peach in color, matching the pale pink of Otelia's crystals. Large windows flanked the walls and there was a second level that rimmed the room and acted as a balcony, the bottom of which Otelia was hanging her ribbons from. Several of her hairs beat out the musty, dark curtains and several more were carefully bringing in buckets of water and soap to clean the walls and marble floors with.

"What is it you want, Demon boy?" She said in a hurried fashion.
 
Azrael looked up and spotted her. "Just wondering where you went that's all. And wondering if you girls needed any help I may not be good but I still want to earn my keep"
 
Otelia smiled at him merrily. "No, I'm sure you'll be a lot of help, won't he, Mia?" She looked over at the small spirit, who nodded roughly and then wrapped long strands around him, tugging him towards one of the windows. "Could you roll up those curtains properly?" Her hair could do a lot of things, but the more dexterity it took, the less efficiently she could do it. She also had him help her clean the floors and the parts of the walls he could reach. By the end of it, the ballroom was very elegantly decked out with strategically placed tables covered in white tablecloths and thoughtfully arranged flowers. While it had seemed like Otelia was creating a great number of crystals, Mia had spread them out and hidden them such that they merely provided a nice highlight. Her previous owner had been an interior designer. She'd gotten to see a lot.

Zechariah had been standing near the entrance, trying not to get in the way as he listened to the hustle and bustle. Now, though, it suddenly fell silent. They were finished. Otelia rubbed her face in a satisfied, but slightly tired manner and turned to Zechariah. "Do you think you could go get the lord, to tell him everything is ready?" She asked.

He gave a shrug and a nod, "I should probably go collect the requip mage., too." He said casually.
 
Azrael did everything Mia asked. It seemed he was a little modest cause he did everything to her specifications. He knew this wouldn't make up for anything but at lease they were sorta getting along.

Spyritus however didn't like this feeling he was getting there may had been something the owner of this manor wasn't telling him. It may have had to do with his earlier coment.
 
Mia transferred herself back to Zechariah's head, sitting backwards and cross-legged there in order to let one thick strand of hair pat Azrael on the head for a basic job well-done. She didn't speak a word of encouragement, though. She wasn't that over it yet. The two of them made it back to the room where Spyritus was still waiting. "They're done. We're calling the master of the house now." He picked up the mirror sitting on the table and his blank blue eyes bored a hole into it, curiously. Wait a minute... was there something he was missing? "Hey, Mia. Perhaps this is because I'm blind, but I can't see any way to call the master with this mirror."

"I don't know." She said in a careless, not looking sort of way. He didn't turn to ask Spyritus for help, running his fingers across the surface of the mirror. Musingly, as if to himself, he said, "It seems the master doesn't want us to be able to contact him after all."

Otelia was sitting in a chair by the door, admiring their handiwork. "Mia really is very good at this, isn't she? I would have never been able to do this by myself." She told Azrael, then she gave a little sigh. "Sorry, even though it was Mia that chose it, I just keep feeling like you're all only going along with it to help me." She didn't look at him, just kind of looked around the room sadly.
 
"Don't worry about it. She and I will get along slowly. It will take a lot of time to fix what I did." Azrael said

Spyritus ran into the ball room. "You guys something's really wrong here! There is literally no one in this manor but us. No servents no cooks no nothing not even the master of this place"
 
((I have no idea where we're going with this, but it's kind of exciting.))

Otelia stood up abruptly at the same moment that Zechariah entered the room, following Spyritus. "What do you mean, no one's here? Wouldn't there be lots of people preparing for the party?" She looked from Spyritus to Zechariah in confusion bordering on panic as she began to realize the true weight of what he'd said.

Zechariah's face was grim. "It's as he said, and the mirror left to us to contact the master doesn't work. We tried the doors to the outside, too. We're stuck in here."
 
Azrael sniffed the air a bit. "The scents in the air tell another tale" he said. "There's the beer that spyritus drank before we left... Mia's mysterious scent, Zechariah's scent... And otelia's scent.... But there's one more....." He pointed upward. "It's coming from the roof"

Spyritus shifted into his armor. "Let's go see who it is"
 
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