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Post by ars on Jun 29, 2012 18:32:53 GMT -5
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It was a dark, musty place in which Ars awoke.
Where…
He tried to open his eyes, and the instant he did he realized he wasn't yet fully formed. He could feel his body, but it wasn't "real" yet. Something with the spell he;d used must have gone awry; afterall, creating a body from nothing but magic was difficult. It took a little while before he felt anything but his body, and at that time he felt a cold hard surface under his feet. Slowly but surely he gained awareness of his environment, until at last he could open his eyes.
As he did he winced as a flood of visual information overtook him, overiding all the other senses he had at once wit an overwhelming force. It took him only a moment to regain control though, and the small feeling of accomplishment he felt at his success in materializing in this world was only overtook by his surroundings. He was in what seemed to be an abandoned place, probably once habituated by people, but long since deserted. There was a noticable lack of destruction here as well, as if those who'd made this place had just gotten up and left, for one reason or another.
It was a plane that he could use to enter the rest of the distorted world though, he knew. The only place he had found that made it possible for him to materialize in; to take on his own form and will. It had taken him a while to work out how, but in the end he had done it. The magic required had been complex, easily beyond the capabilities of any mage that was living. Luckily, he was a mage of sorts, but by no means hd been "alive". Until now, that is.
The task had taken its toll though. He felt leagues less powerful than he had previously been. In fact, he had never felt this weak, this vulnerable. The feeling only reaffirmed his suspicion that something had gone amiss.
Ars stomped the ground lightly with his legs and stretched out his arms, testing his new body. Everything seemed to be working fine. Of course, constructing a body after observing the inhabitants of the world for half a millennia was easy. Making sure it was functional had been the hard part.
He tried taking a step forward, finding to his pleasure it was as easy an instinct as casting a spell. With that small affirmation in hand, he walked out of the place he'd materialized in; a small path between the mammoth structures of the abandoned place. After doing so, he continued to look around, observing and admiring much of what he saw. He could spend a while in this place, studying all the buildings as he wished, but he had decided he was done with merely observing. Observation wouldn't let him change things, and there were many things he wanted to change.
It was with that thought, and a small instinct of direction that he determined the direction he wanted to go was towards the exit of this place, and so he strode off, admiring things as he went.
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Post by MIUMI HAROU on Jun 29, 2012 20:52:49 GMT -5
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Abandoned; Miumi’s strange antics had finally caught up with him, he had been hiding on a ship that was destined for one of the other islands outside of Besaid and unfortunately for him Miumi’s little hiding spot had been discovered and they had thrown him and his stuff over board. It might not of been as bad if they hadn’t done it when he had been sleeping in one of the crates that was loaded with pelts and had only been using the top two as a make-shift blanket so he was in for a rude awakening; literally as he felt water filling his mouth and lungs causing him to awaken in a panic his limbs moving wildly until one of his feet connected with the soft sand below and he realized that he could stand. His gear was in the waterproof satchel that floated beside him and as he picked it up he was surprised that it had resisted the water getting in so perhaps his luck wasn’t that bad as he would grab it and began to feel at his hollister; surprised that his beloved weapon Okamiga no Oni was still there. He had no memory of where the weapon came from but oddly having it near him brought him a sense of comfort.
He would bring his hand which was still drippin with water up to his forehead scanning the horizon noticing a city of large imposing buildings just beyond the grasp of the sea. He slowly begin to walk towards the city of Shibuya with soft padding of his feet and the sloshing of the water from his feet as they stirred the water. At some point due to the warm and dry climate and the heat of the scorching sun Miumi’s clothing and hair and even satchel and hollister had mostly dried and he was quite happy about that because it meant he didn’t have to do more weapon maintenance. A soft swish of his hips would allow him to connect with dry land; albeit it was still squishy and allowed Miumi to finally dry his feet as well. Miumi found it strange there was no signs of any human inhabitants despite Miumi being slightly certain that some of those buildings were homes or at least businesses; his trip to the flying city BHUJERBA had yielded some new knowledge. He would slowly ascend a flight of stairs that lead past a series of metal guard rails and he found himself walking along the road until he saw a small alleyway.
He didn’t feel quite comfortable walking in the midst of a wide open area; perhaps that was just his predatory instincts speaking as he would move down the alleyway which had some trash littering it and when Miumi emerged he found himself in the middle of a street lined with a couple small shops. Miumi found himself intrigued and would enter one of them; it happened to be a clothing one and he found himself looking around for a merchant of some sort and picking up a couple of the outfits he would place a handful of gil upon the the counter as he walked out after he had gathered what he liked. He stuffed into his bag which had also amply dried on the exterior and he would grab a few pieces of shiny stuff; jewelery . He would step outside and he heard the sound of foot steps and found himself for the time actually truly speaking.
" h.. elllo ?. “
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Post by ars on Jun 29, 2012 22:31:36 GMT -5
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"H.. elllo?“
The sound of the voice genuinely surprised Ars, who immediately turned all his attention on its source. The owners voice was an effemate person, though Ars could tell this one was distinctly male. With sable long hair, the boy truly probably fooled most any person he came into initial contact with. His pale skin was unnerving though; most humans would have tanned skin after repeatative exposure to the sun. What struck him most was his ears though. They weren't human; distinctly animalistic, though what animal he couldn't say.
When he went to speak, he merely opened his mouth and froze. He had no idea what he should say. He'd had no interaction with any so called "sentient" beings before; this was a genuine first for him. Ars was surprised he hadn't thought through to this point... until he remembered his observations. "Hi..." It was a weak reply, even someone as inexperienced in society as him knew that. He quickly picked up the silence from there however. If anything, he had questiions for this person. He only hoped that he'd be able to answer.
"Do you live here?" Was the first thing to come out of his mouth. To him, it was a stupid thing to follow up with. Then again, he couldn't exactly ask everything at once. That was only possible in the realm he had been in before. He'd have to get used to this.
At the same time, he thought it unlikely that this boy lived here. This place had a feel as if it had been abandoned for a decade or more. Regardless, he couldn't take back his question now, so he just simply waited for the reply.
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Post by MIUMI HAROU on Jun 29, 2012 23:22:49 GMT -5
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Panic; it was only after Miumi had made the grave mistake of speaking did he realize what he had done. His eyes would widen for a moment and his hand would silently coming up to his mouth as he looked around wildly for the origin of the foot-steps that were approaching him and growing in volume rapidly. MIumi’s eyes would close for a moment as he would take a deep breath slowly his wolf-like anthropomorphic ears would begin to twitch cocking up and seeming to twist slightly; their cone like shape acting as a filter, it allowed him to pin-point the general direction and Miumi would turn to face it. His eyes would open and spy the approaching figure; they appeared to be human and they didn’t smell like the monsters he had encountered so far, since they typically harbored the scent of a beast; musk, sweat, dirt and blood, but inevitably to one like Miumi by the end of the flight they would smell like food. A brief thought of Demyx would run through his mind and he found himself relaxing; knowing that he couldn’t assume everyone was an enemy, as another image of Aerith whom lived in a mechanized wheelchair.
It would seem Miumi had begun to take on the traits that made hume and any species a true threat on the battlefield; adaptation and the ability to find light and hope within even the more dire of situations. Despite his trust issues Miumi was fairly confident if this person did turn out to become a foe that Miumi could hold himself; the week and a half or so of training he had on Besaid Isle with fiends and people alike helped put his mind at ease and allowed his hastened heart to slow down with each breathe. Once the other had drawn near a sense of unease seemed to wash over him like a tidal wave; not because of the other persay but because Miumi felt like he was a piece of meat before a ravenous wolf as the other seemed to staring at him briefly. It caused Miumi’s face to fluster slightly and his eyes to advert preventing direct contact from being made. The other’s voice was different then Miumi expected despite the other’s strange appearance; his voice was oddly soothing and seemed uncertain much like his own and after he spoke Miumi’s head would crane slowly to the left.
That slight twist of his head allowed a cascade of sable locks to fall downwards and rest vertically across the nape of his neck. When the other asked if he lived here he would get Miumi shaking his head vigorously causing his earrings to jingle slightly as they clinked together. If they were being honest Miumi barely knew where here was; simply because he had been sleeping in the cargo bay of a ship and been tossed overboard which is how he arrived here, he knew another vessel would have to come by at some point. He would turn back looking out at the ocean in the distance though he could see small shadows on the horizon; he assumed those were the islands that he knew. Miumi would turn around to face the other again this time making eye-contact while Miumi would offer a shy smile; but in that gesture his pink upper lip would curl causing Miumi’s animalistic canines to be revealed and Miumi’s fingers would lace gently together infront of him twisting over one another; while it was a childish gesture one might notice Miumi seemed to keep his hands always within a couple seconds reach of the hollister attached at his hips.
Miumi’s soft whimsical voice would fill the air with it’s inquistive tone; yet the words Miumi spoke were awkwardly stammers and kind of murmured to the point where he relied on the soft briny breeze to help carry the sound to the other’s ears. He had mimicked the other's question it would appear.
" Do you live here? “
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Post by ars on Jun 30, 2012 1:07:09 GMT -5
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Ars smiled at the boy curiously. He had merely responded to Ars' question with a shake of a head, when before he had been the first to offer greetings, though now it seemed he was shy. In that case, Ars being here must have surprised him, and the repeation of his question only cemented that suspicion. In fact, if he had to guess, it seemed like the boy wasn't good with words himself, though he understood them. It seemed he had come upon a rarity, even by normal standards. Perhaps his luck was better than he thought it was; even if he was severely weakened from his materialization, he could take this chance to learn more.
Ars took a few strides towards the boy, answering his question. "You could say that." It wasn't much of a stretch, but it still didn't answer his question with certainty. Of course he hadn't actually "dwelled" in this place, but it was the first place he was "alive" in, that was the truth. So he could say that he "lived" here in the strictest definition only.
He didn't think on that much though. The building that the boy had emerged from caught Ars' interest, so he continued moving until he passed the boy and entered it. It was a clothing store, that he figured out immediately, but what was curious was that the clothes it contained were still in good condition. He walked around inside the building studying, touching, and feeling everything he found. Some were soft, pleasing to the touch while some were rough, made more for strength than comfort. It was interesting, but he wasn't interested in obtaining any of it. He'd made his own attire for when he entered the world, and it served him better than any of these clothes could.
Light shined off an object in the corner of his eyes, turning his attention to it. There were coins laid on the counter made of a metal. Ars frowned and approached the counter, picking up one of the coins, studying it. It was a tool for exchanging items, but that's all he knew about it. It was confusing to him why people would use pieces of metal, no matter how finely crafted, to exchange essential goods and items. To him, it honestly made no sense. He could never figure out why is was worth anything by observing people's actions.
However, he wasn't merely observing anymore, was he?
Ars turned back around and searched for the boy, holding up the coin so he could see it. "What is this?" He hoped the boy could give him a better explanation than what he already knew, but then again, the question he'd asked was simple. "Err... I mean, why is this of significant value? Or... how do I ask this..." The last part of his continuation was muttered. Speaking was a frustrating task. He couldn't even put together the question that could get him the answer he wanted. He could only hope the boy got his meaning.
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Post by MIUMI HAROU on Jun 30, 2012 2:24:02 GMT -5
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Instincts; it would appear the other’s indirect and rather elusive answer had begun to rouse them from their slumber and a slight sense of suspicion would begin to wash over Miumi like the oceanic waves lapping at the shore, but what had tipped Miumi off? In Miumi’s short time here he had realized that a variety of the cultures and people of the lands had a distinct and unique sense of style; the people of Besaid had a more seasonal and carefree style, while the people of Bherjurban were a mix of merchants so the styles intermingled but this man’s clothing were different from the ones within the city and the other’s he had been to. He would say nothing to voice his own suspicions; perhaps because he wanted to avoid conflict or risk angering the other. Ars’s began to move towards the shop that Miumi had just exited and Miumi would allow his gaze to linger upon the other with an almost hawk like gaze. He would slowly walk towards the other his feet moved soundless across the cement sidewalks as he would approach the door he found his hand resting upon the sun-warmed pane of glass and for the first time he looked at it.
It had decorative golden font that was etched along the glass. While the other walked around observing the wares of the shop that Miumi hadn’t taken interest in Miumi was slowly leaning up against the glass gently rising up unto the tips of his petite toes. Once he had risen upwards he would allow his cadaverous fingers extend running along the slightly raised surface tracing the golden lettering while his mouth would move mouthing out the syllables. Miumi could briefly see the other in the reflection of the glass and as the other began to approach him with one of the pieces of gil , when the other’s footsteps grew in decibels as they grew closer Miumi would turn allowing his fingers to lace behind his back as they came down intertwining gently. He would turn to see one of the pieces of currency in the other’s hand and he noticed the way the other looked at it like it was something foreign; it brought up the question did the city have another currency or had the other lied to Miumi, but he once again didn’t know enough to call the other out but none the less would answer the other’s question.
”It’s called gil, it’s money.”
It would appear that perhaps his answer didn’t quite satisfy the other, Miumi understood only the basics that he could give some of the poached goods he harvested to certain merchants and they gave him that shiny stuff known as gil. While he didn’t understand how much a pelt was worth except when they had prices listed like some of the fangs he sold were bought for maybe twenty or forty gil each; meaning that depending on their quality that was their worth. He didn’t understand where the prices went down or why they would rise or fall; then again Miumi had no understanding of economics. While Miumi didn’t always understand when they asked for a specific amount because Miumi didn’t understand what each piece of gil was worth so he gave them what he thought was right and probably more often than not ended up overpaying and the greedy merchants abused his naivety. It would seem he was correct because the other would follow up another question, but the other’s pattern of speech was hard to understand but Miumi was capable of gathering the gyst.
Miumi would gradually inch his way closer just gently closing his fingers around the edge of the gil and would extract it from the other’s hand and walked back to the counter where it had been and he would place it down before he would turn around; all the meanwhile he had been debating how to answer and it would dawn upon him he would look at the other reaching into a pouch that was hidden in his hollister pulling out a couple coins and he would give them to the other and offer a slight smile while he brought his finger up to his lips and would slowly speak. Miumi took time to enunciate his words while looking at the other.
“ Umm, people use that to buy stuff... like i can give them stuff i get from monsters they give me that and I can use it for other things that I need
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Post by ars on Jun 30, 2012 15:07:54 GMT -5
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Ars frowned at the new coins in his hand. In all honesty, he still didn’t understand it thoroughly, but it would probably be best to ask someone else rather than repeat the same question again. It wasn’t like he learned nothing though; the coins were called Gil, and were “money”, whatever that is. All he had to do now is figure out what exactly “money” was, and that could very well be done in a more populated area. Perhaps in a place where it is common to use it. He turned the coins over in his hand, flicking on up into the air with his thumb. The coin was spinning as it came back down to rest again, and somehow, that was amusing in and of itself.
He picked up one coin and held the others back out to the boy, smiling lightly. ”Would it hurt if I kept one?” From his observations he had found sometimes people could be strict when it came to the coins, so he figured it would be best to ask. Plus, having a coin on hand would let him try using it for himself. Planning for the future and a new object of interest at the same time; a double win for him, even if it meant next to nothing overall. Besides, he seemed to have made a new friend of sorts; maybe socializing wasn’t all that hard at all?
Ars tossed the coin up lightly and then slid it into a pocket before frowning out the window. This place was too quiet to be any more interesting to him. He wanted to learn more about people, but it was obvious that there weren’t many here. With this boy here though, he might know where to go. It made for an interesting start to his time in the world, but then again, even he as an observer had noted that “anything can happen” more often than naught was true. He just only hoped that the nearest settlement wasn’t far. Though there was the problem of crossing the water that separated them.
He turned back to the boy, curious yet again. He couldn’t keep thinking of him as “boy” if they were going into a populated place; there were too many who could fit that label. So he gave the boy a quizzical look. ”By the way, what’s your name?” It was a rough way to ask, but the most “to-the-point” he could think of. It was here that he wondered about his own name. Just “Ars” should do fine. He thought to himself. He didn’t much care about what people referred to him as, but it would be best to spread the name himself.
”You can call me Ars or whatever you prefer, doesn’t matter much to me.” If the next settlement wasn’t that far, and the coin he had was enough to buy food, he might try it. He actually did not need to eat or drink to survive, but it didn’t restrict him from enjoying the actions as much as any person. If he could, he’d like to try as much food as he could. Not doing so would be a waste of the body he’d made.
”Do you know of a way to get out of this place and go… somewhere else? Um, somewhere with people?” Again the words came awkwardly to him, but it was the only way he could figure out how to ask. If anything, asking questions was turning out to be the most arduous part of getting answers. He’d get used to it soon enough though, or so he hoped.
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Post by MIUMI HAROU on Jun 30, 2012 18:08:19 GMT -5
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Observations; a whisper resonated within the darkest recesses of Miumi’s mind, but it stemmed from his doubts of the other and it was telling him to watch the other carefully. After all even the weakest hunter could take down a mighty beast if it caught it at the opportune time. The furrowing of the other’s eyebrows and the micro-expressions of the other’s face as his lip pulled downwards before it would fully descend into a frown seemed to give off the impression that perhaps Miumi’s explanation; despite himself thinking it very informative didn’t actually answer the question the other had asked in it’s entirety. The jingling of the gil in the other’s hand was quite distracting and sounded more like a gun-shot to Miumi in the silence that had befallen the town; having heightened and animalistic senes was useful for combat but it had a few shortcomings in more serene settings. It would appear the other had found some sort of amusement from spinning them so Miumi endured the coin spinning while Miumi would offer a soft gentle smile. When the other caught the coin he had flicked up into the air Miumi watched as the other held onto that coin yet returned the rest; it appeared they were uncertain if they could keep them all which had been Miumi’s intentions,
He would reluctantly extend his hand retrieving the rest of the gil; except for the one coin, but perhaps they could use that money for fare for one of the boats to take them back to Besaid. He would shrug his shoulder and opened his pouch returning the gil into it while he would fiddle with the pouch making sure to securely attach it while Miumi would let out a soft yawn and bent backwards for a moment his hands locking together coming to rest above his head as he would forcefully attempt to extend his torso upwards resulting in a few little pops of his spine. He would turn around pivoting his heel causing the skirt to billow as a soft salty breeze would waft upwards from the sea. A soft hand would flow upwards pushing back a couple strands of hair that had fallen into his face and for a moment something had begun to move towards them and Miumi could hear the sound of it’s feet padding against the ground and Miumi’s hand would flow downwards to the pouch at his side pulling out the collasped weapon and he would step past the gate way and into the light.
He would pause for a moment returning a soft smile as Miumi would speak his voice was soft and laced with an almost bitter-sweet tone and one could finally see clearly the lines of silvery scars that adorned his body this child was a weapon.
“ I am Miumi... Ars, we'll need a boat...
With that Miumi’s hands would slide along the groves of the weapon and as the sound grew closer the other would hear the whistle of his blade as it cleaved through the air once he pushed the button. A soft smile adorned his face as he would send his blade lashing outwards as it folded into place cleaving clean through a trash can as if it were butter and it would become clear the source ofnoise was a cat which had fallen to the ground in shock. Miumi would giggle for a moment and look back at the other while he folded his scythe back down he would walk over to the cat picking it up by the scruff of his neck and began to pet as he buried into his jacket before the cat awoke and clawed at Miumi with a vengnace causing him to let out an epp as he dropped the cat
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Post by ars on Jul 1, 2012 22:57:03 GMT -5
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"A boat, eh...?"
Ars frowned, trying to remember what a “boat” looked like. He remembered that it was something people used to travel across water though, and it seemed if they were going to get out of this place, they’d need one. Ars saw the flash of Miumi’s blade as it struck out, somewhat surprised at the motion. As the blade cleaved the trashcan apart, he frowned further, wondering what had startled him, or if he has simply done it out of reflex. His hand twitched slightly as the violence, small flames licking between the fingers of his free hand before he realized the magic was there. Apparently Miumi had been surprised by a cat, which seemed to be just as if not more surprised to see them here. It was only a moment later when Miumi was messing with the creature that the flames ceased licking between his fingers. It was a weak form of magic, but it was all he had at this point. If that scythe had come at him, he’d have reacted without hesitation. He just smiled at the spectacle and shrugged.
”Do you know where we could get a boat then?”
Ars exited the shop, smiling while studying the beach area. If they were to leave this place, they’d need a boat, but there were none in site. Maybe there was a place where the water was shallow enough to cross? He’d have to look to find out, so he started off, shouting out behind him. ”I’m going to go see what there is to see down on the beach!” He silently wondered if Miumi would follow him, but shoved the thought aside. As far as he knew, there was no one else here, so there were no worries. It all just depended on if he wanted to or not; who knew but him?
He reached the sandy shore and was surprised when he felt the ground change texture on him. He knelt down and took a handful of sand from the ground kneading it and letting it run through his fingers. He immediately decided he liked the feel of the sand better than the roadways or earthen landscapes he’d been on. It made him wonder what water felt like; so he simply walked until he stood knee-deep in it. It was cool and felt as if it had wrapped itself around his lower legs, but whenever he tried to move he could do so with little resistance. It had gone through his pants, soaking his lower legs down to the skin and filling his boots, but he didn’t mind it at all. It was probably the first thing he truly took a liking too in this world, though for the moment it provided a hindrance.
He walked back onto a dry part of the beach, and when he was clear of the waterline he dried his lower legs, manipulating his magic into heat to do so. It wasn’t difficult, but it was probably a task only a being as he could do, as the concept was probably alien to normal magic users. After that, he sat down in the sand, legs stretched out in front of him with his arms propping his body up. He dug his fingers into the sand and studied the horizon, sky, and everything that laid in front of him. Things had only just begun, yet he was already encountering a problem; though that only made him excited. He didn’t expect it to be easy.
His smile faded as he remembered Miumi, and he righted himself enough to look around for him, wondering if he had followed him to the beach.
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