[Grimoire Heart] Airship

[Shuren]

Hayama, as he had intended, was going to use this time to conjure up enough magic to use a summoning. However, there was one thing he hadn’t anticipated: the man’s magic level kept getting more intense, increasing in both quality and quantity. He used his God Slaying Magic to halt the energy beam, and even push it backwards. Even the man’s surroundings were being affected by it, which amazed the young man while inducing a little bit of fear inside him. Knowing that the Gedou statue would not die, even if it was annihilated completely, he placed his hand on the ground. “Kuchiyose.” he thought to himself, and summoned a hawk behind him. Meanwhile, Azazel’s attack reached the statue. No, beyond the statue. It continued to advance towards all four of the shadows he had placed, and some part of it reached to him even. Falling to the ground, as his body started to burn with the black flames, Hayama quickly thought of a way to survive. Placing his hand on his mask and throwing it away, since that was the only thing he would not be able to deflect, he brought his hands together. “Shinra Tensei!” he exclaimed, pushing the flames outward while standing up. Without losing any time, he jumped on the hawk and commanded it to fly away. Once it did so, Hayama glanced back at the man and the destruction they had caused. Half of his face was revealed now that his mask was discarded. But that didn’t matter. Even if one of the duo was to catch a glimpse of his face, it would be the piercing look of his red eyes that were not covered by his attire. “So long, Azazel-san. And his right hand bitch. Now I know what you are capable of.”

[Bloodedge]

When his attack cleared, Hayama was no longer in place. He was, however, gaining distance from his previous location with the signs of burning evident in his lack of a mask, and so on. Azazel's Magic Power began shrinking at a rapid pace, returning to normal quantities as his God's Wrath transformation subsided. "Rikudou no Hayama, hm? What an interesting little mortal. Sabertooth's Guild Master... I look forward to him." When Azazel turned around, his expression showcased a twisted amount of pleasure at the idea of a Guild Master who had such a subordinate. Incinerating the whole of Sabertooth now registered to him as a potential goal that would afford him a good bit of excitement. "I may have a proper reason for finding the Dragon Slayer, after all..."

[Apollymi]

Calypso was still sitting atop her crystal ball, her face lacking amusement. But as the destructive nature of Azazel's transformation subsided, she approached floating to his side. "Hm, I suppose they would be an interesting group, I only wish he'd been more attractive. Sabertooth is supposed to be full of interesting things. Speaking of I'll need to pick up a copy of Sorcerer Weekly pretty soon." she commented absently. As one so caught up on physical beauty that magazine was the easiest way to sate her curiosities and give her targets for her collections of beautiful people. But that was an aside.

"But before all of that, I suppose I should put the Airship back up now, yes?" she asked her body beginning to pulse with magic as she floated towards the fallen ship to stand on one of its pieces. She seemed to take on this activity without waiting for confirmation, mostly because she herself was tired of being on the ground. As she did this she began using one of her more powerful spells. One which she avoided doing for what would soon become rather obvious reasons. "Restore."

[Bloodedge]

Azazel had nothing to say about Calypso's obsession with appearances, and her apparent need to retrieve the upcoming issue of Sorcerer Weekly. He withdrew his arms into his sleeves and slowly stepped forward as Calypso made her preparations for returning the airship to its former state. For all her complaining about aging the longer she waited, Azazel could not imagine such a task taking much of a toll on the woman, but he didn't particularly care, either. So long as she retained her power, all would be well.

[Apollymi]

As her magic began working properly, it was rather draining on Calypso, but pieces of the ship began flying back together at rapid pace. As she worked this modern miracle in all of the few seconds it took the ship was soon returned to the state it had been in before the attack of the Sabertooth Mage known as Hayama. Still it was rather annoying and expelling all that magic and altering the time around her for something so large had an interesting effect on Calypso. The Mirror Mage herself had been aged about half a decade but this was something she expected. She could always rewrite her own appearance back to what it had been, but it would have to wait a while because of the amount of magical energy expended during those few seconds.

"Too much time... lost years. It's annoying I'm getting old!" complained the woman as her feet met the ground and she began pulling on clothes that didn't fit right any more. "I hate..." she started only to be stunned completely as she ripped her over shirt away to discover that she'd gone up several cup sizes and was now stretching the spaghetti strapped shirt she wore beneath it. "Eh, maybe I've been too hasty. Look at my tits!" she said gesturing to the massive increase in cup size which was apparently a side effect of her most recent aging.

[Bloodedge]

"And now, we begin the complaints," Azazel said nonchalantly as the ship was put back together and Calypso began inspecting herself. To prepare himself, he lit a cigarette with black flames spawned from his forefinger, but after the first drag, he found himself merely letting it hang from his mouth. The reason behind this was Calypso's sudden change of heart, and the attention she drew to her increased bust size. "Well, that's..." he began speaking, but his sentence was left open as he took another drag from his cigarette.

[Apollymi]

As expected, Azazel lit a cigarette and waited for what he likely assumed would be a plethora of complaints from the white haired mage. Of course, when this didn't happen he seemed a bit stunned, but yet again was unable to complete a sentence. This seemed to annoy the woman just a bit, but she couldn't have cared less at the moment considering she was molesting her new found ample bosom in a way most would consider indecent while simply being amazed by the transformation. "Sugoi~, they are huge. I'm so pleased. I will now be this age forever." she said as she cut her eyes towards the black haired man. "Eh, that is all you have to say... you and your half sentences Azazel." Calypso finished

[Bloodedge]

"I needed a moment. Sue me," Azazel said prior to taking another drag. Following the third exhale, he watched the self-groping of Calypso with a keen eye, finding it amusing that she'd taken to doing such a thing. "I suppose interesting was the word I was going for. Maybe. But, that doesn't matter much," he continued, finding further amusement in the fact that Calypso had yet to stray from her activity of choice. "It seems like you need a moment as well."

[Apollymi]

"Sure you needed a moment~" the Mirror mage said in a tone that sealed the level of disbelief she had in the black haired man's statement. Even so her groping didn't stop for a few moments more. It was so odd to randomly have a large bosom when before they were so small and insignificant. Surely she could not be faulted for this new found interest in her own figure. But it would seem that Azazel finally found the words needed to finish his sentence and pointed out this seemingly indecent behavior which only made the woman scoff. "I don't need a moment. I need forever... and I will have it~" she mentioned giving herself a few more squeezes to appreciate the cushion of her new chest. "Besides, I can't be the only person so enthused by such an advancement. One could only imagine how long it would take to get a boy to come out of his room if he suddenly appeared with a larger non-grotesque version of his favorite body part, miraculously."

[Bloodedge]

"Very well then; grope yourself for eternity. I'll expect you to complete your tasks regardless, mind you," Azazel said as he stepped to Calypso's side and placed a hand upon her shoulder. With said hand in place, he employed his method of teleportation to bring himself and the white-haired woman onto the airship. Of course, he had no complaints about these developments Calypso showed, but anyone would be surprised by her immediate reaction to such a thing, expected or not. "There's a difference between what is happening now, and your example. You never ran off to your room."

[Apollymi]

"You can expect all you want. But you and I both know I do what I want... when I am ready~" said the Mirror Mage. She was a lot of things but even she knew after a few moments she would grow bored of her body's developments. And as such she would muse upon them for as long as she wished. As this conversation carried right along, Azazel went on to point out the difference between the example she'd provided and her present actions which again would only make the woman shrug as she turned on her heels. After already being teleported onto the ship she'd already fixed there was literally nothing left to do but giggle happily. "Eh, I didn't really have a room to run off to initially. But now I do~" she said seemingly amused and apparently more than willing to run off and continue her deviant self exploration.