S.S. P. S. (Mission) {Deion-Solo} [Finished]

Again. It was another silly mission. Although Deion didn't mind this at all, he had a large feeling of regret. It dug at him violently, and he didn't feel like drinking. But he had been previously informed that photo shoots aren't all that bad if you just have fun with them. Deion shuddered, but decided that he would have no choice but to have fun with this. It was all he could do. In fact, it wasn't, but he felt like it was anyway. His jacket would swing gently from the same breeze that ran through Magnolia as Deion looked at the building before him. Magnolia Faces.

The second Deion walked it, the situation was already set. He would do a few natural photos. Just Deion being himself. He felt that those would be rather easy but not fun. Then, they asked him, well, more like told him he would have to do a few more. Such as, posing with a shirt, perhaps with less clothing. He wouldn't be naked though. He didn't know if he was relieved or not about that. He just smiled and accepted his fate. He also learned that he'd do a swimming one as well. Luckily, they provided costumes. They had a lot planned for him.

First and foremost was a natural Deion. The background was a bar, and he was seated on a barrel of alcohol. More like sleeping on a few barrels of alcohol. He was permitted to just stay still and pretend he was sleeping, as it was something he did. They added a few background people to make it seem real, and one of them was forced to try and wake Deion up. He tried not to laugh, but couldn't help it. He fell off the barrels, but despite that, they took the picture anyway.

With his favourite and really, only attire now his again, Deion was back to being happy. He had stopped drinking and was back to smiling as he got payed. He was glad to be rid of that job and had devised an idea. He would discuss it with Fawn and inform her about it. He wouldn't stop for anything because he needed this. As he walked, he thought about it carefully. It would be nice. I haven't traveled since I was a child. Perhaps I might find information about that Dark Guild or discover something amazing for the guildmates to experience., he thought as he found himself alone.

It was that absent-mindedness that allowed him to think. He entertained the thought of traveling again. As he walked with his arms folded, he truely wondered how Fairy Tail would grow in his absence. More members? Everyone getting stronger? He thought about it all. He wouldn't mind getting away and going back to his old life. Go down memory trail, only for real. It would be a treat only he could enjoy.

He decided it. Because he had finished this dull and rather strange mission, Deion would once again travel. To where? He had little clue where he would go. But the world was his to walk once again. In the mists of travel.