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exsiliumlogs2013-07-15 06:47 pm
explodewiththerage) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-15 06:47 pm
Truth hurts more than any blow.
Date & Time: Right after this call here Here on the 14th
Location: Training Room
Characters: Natsu Dragneel and anyone drawn in by the sound of explosions and things being broken
Summary: Natsu venting.
Warnings: Angry Natsu is Angry so expect a lot of rude language and damage to the surroundings
Destroying his device in the hellfires of his wrath had done nothing to quell the tempest of emotions that call had left him with. He didn't want to risk damaging anything else in his room especially not his collection of memories.
So he stormed out of his room, slamming the door so hard it left a crack starting from the handle and ending in the wall. Luckily he didn't run into Erza or worse, Lucy on the trip there. He honestly didn't know what to do if he met with Lucy after seeing that conversation that she most likely never intended him to see. Oh how he wished he hadn't. The fire burning in his body was not the kind of flame he enjoyed. This one was bitter and wild lashing out at everything around him.
That's why he was here now. Alone with the training equipment and the targets meant to sharpen the bodies and skills of the people who would fight for the Initiative.
Not even five minutes after the door closes, people nearby will hear explosions and roars of anger coming from within as the walls shake from the force of whatever fury is being utilized within. Most would also notice a sudden spike in the temperature as well. This continued until some brave (or foolish) soul finally decided to investigate.
When they open the door they will find most of the equipment in bent or broken states. Scorch marks mar the walls and floor everywhere and in one corner there is a small plot of sand from where Natsu obliterated the punching bags.
And in the middle of it all there is one Natsu Dragneel wreathed in flames with his fists clenched by his sides. The gauntlets are there around his hands and the eyes on the dragon head ornament seem to shine that much brighter than usual. He seems lost in thought but the flames show no sign of extinguishing.
Location: Training Room
Characters: Natsu Dragneel and anyone drawn in by the sound of explosions and things being broken
Summary: Natsu venting.
Warnings: Angry Natsu is Angry so expect a lot of rude language and damage to the surroundings
Destroying his device in the hellfires of his wrath had done nothing to quell the tempest of emotions that call had left him with. He didn't want to risk damaging anything else in his room especially not his collection of memories.
So he stormed out of his room, slamming the door so hard it left a crack starting from the handle and ending in the wall. Luckily he didn't run into Erza or worse, Lucy on the trip there. He honestly didn't know what to do if he met with Lucy after seeing that conversation that she most likely never intended him to see. Oh how he wished he hadn't. The fire burning in his body was not the kind of flame he enjoyed. This one was bitter and wild lashing out at everything around him.
That's why he was here now. Alone with the training equipment and the targets meant to sharpen the bodies and skills of the people who would fight for the Initiative.
Not even five minutes after the door closes, people nearby will hear explosions and roars of anger coming from within as the walls shake from the force of whatever fury is being utilized within. Most would also notice a sudden spike in the temperature as well. This continued until some brave (or foolish) soul finally decided to investigate.
When they open the door they will find most of the equipment in bent or broken states. Scorch marks mar the walls and floor everywhere and in one corner there is a small plot of sand from where Natsu obliterated the punching bags.
And in the middle of it all there is one Natsu Dragneel wreathed in flames with his fists clenched by his sides. The gauntlets are there around his hands and the eyes on the dragon head ornament seem to shine that much brighter than usual. He seems lost in thought but the flames show no sign of extinguishing.
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"Quick learners huh. This is going to be fun after all!" Natsu chuckle before pushing off the ground with flames at his feet to rocket himself head first into one of the Nemessis like a human rocket.
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"You're getting better," Zeref comments quietly. The other Nemesis spawn are already wheeling around, and leap off of the ceiling and the nearby walls, attempting to make up for the loss of numbers with speed.
"But Nemesis is, frankly, not that advanced of a Living Magic spell. Any novice in the Black Arts can do it after mastering Alive. You've seen what Living Magic is truly capable of already, haven't you?."
This was, after all, just practice. Zeref finally turns to Natsu. "If this is boring you, let me know."