Fairy Tail RP

Medea ducks into another alley, one she's been to many times. She gently places Atticus down and cracks her knuckles. "Okay...shit shit shit." Medea shrugs. It's only Atticus. She clenches her fist and nearby rock floats up, vibrates to clean it, then drops onto Atticus's wound. Medea clears her throat to focus, and the parts of the rock start to shave off as it sinks into the wound and meld with Atticus' skin to close it off. "Fuuuuck that looks like it hurts."

Atticus eyes don't open, but he coughs up more blood, his whole body jerks violently. The skin around is becoming red and irritated.

"Because Its not my thing." Melody shakes her head.//"talk like what?" Lily asks. "This is how I speak?"

"You speak like you've been locked up somewhere for years." Washington blinks. "No offense."

"Oh I see. I apologize that it is weird. I do not know what normal talking is?" Lily tilts her head.

"It's only normal for this area." Washington says. "Uhm...What's your name? Where ya from? Are you...lost?"

"Well I'm no doctor." Medea stands and crosses her arms. // Fenwick looks at the ceiling.* "Alright Melody."

"What? Not every girl needs to be like her." Melody grumbles.//"My name is Lily. And uhm.. I'm not sure." Lily explains.

Atticus opens his eyes and rubs his face, sitting up and leaning against the wall. "No shit." He grumbles. // Washington looks her up and down. "Right..." He says.

"What is your name?" Lily asks removing her hood.

"Washington, but you can call me wash." He says.

"You're right." Fenwick looks back at Melody. // "Thank you Medea! You're so great!" Medea mocks.

"I could handle it myself." He scowls, and tries standing up, but falls back down from the severe pain.

"Its a pleasure to meet you Washington." Lily waves.//"But I could totally beat her in a fight couldn't I?" Melodly puts a finger to her lips in thought.

"Didn't look like it." Medea says. // "I don't know. Probably. She doesn't seem like much of a fighter." Fenwick replies.

"Then at least I got that." Melody smiled brightly

He sits on the steps to the guild. His pale eyes stare off into nothingness as the breeze gently blows at his long greasy hair. The stubble on his face is salt and pepper. The pink dress that he continues to wear is so holed and torn that you can see his butt sheeks when he stands. His gloved hands hang lifelessly at his sides.

Salem sits down at the table with an egg whites omlet and a cup off coffee. He’s wearing shorts, no shoes, and a tanktop due to his morning training. He mindlessly stares out the window as he dreams, but the dreams are plain and uninteresting. His lack of contact with Shiomi has increased his focus while training.

"Good morning." Aliyah smiled at Salem "how was training?" She asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee

Salem jumps a little at the suddenness ofher voice. “Oh, it was good.” He leads his head on his hand and stirs bits of omlet around his plate. “I finally broke that blue punching bag.”

"Good thing I got another one ready for you." Aliyah teased

He looks up at her with a small smile. Great. Salem roles his his head to crack his neck and then his shoulders. His gaze turns to his plate and he mentally prepares himself. “What was it like when you were my age, mom?”

"Hell honestly." Aliyah sits down across the table. She took a sip and sighed. "We grew up in a time of war. Civilians were constantly slaughtered if they refused to follow the Baron. I was a mercenary to start with. It was...the only safe thing my sister and I could do. The scariest person back then, was Kibo Sato."

His eyes wander out the window as he tries to imagine the town in ruins. Salem looks back at her at the mention of her sister. “What happened to her again?”

"Its how I got this." Aliyah points to her scar. "She died sacrificing herself so that I could live."