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Post by aya on Aug 18, 2011 19:30:19 GMT -5
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The Wings Of Freedom Sings
As of recently the taverns of Rabanastre had been filled with the rumors of a cloaked figured having begun to take on a vast number of marked monsters and even approaching the guilds to join just so he could get more work; while none of them had seen the face of the person quite yet, but even the gender was a mystery as of now. If only those people knew the unfortunate truth that the masked figure was nothing more than another child; whom had no other means of survival. His eyes would crack open from inside the small room he had managed to bring enough gil for a single night. He would fill a small basin with water and a scented oil which he scrubbed off the grime of the desert, the crusted on blood and opened up old wounds. He would just gently run the cloth along the wounds enjoying the sharp pain that it shot through his veins; it reminded him that he was alive. He would just reach into the small bag he had grown accustom to carrying pulling out a roll of bandages coiling them around his arms; where he had suffered the worst of the damage from abrasions from the hot rough sand.
He would stand over the window pouring the basin of water of his head, but he shivered and convulsed as the water felt cold against the hot hair of Rabanastre. He would say nothing as he just gingerly took a fine tooth ivory come and would brush the water out of his hair allowing it to dry into it’s variety of voluminous layers as he would pull out the black button up shirt leaving the last few buttons undone revealing the black necrosis mark from the spider. HE would just gently press against it; there was no feeling that skin had long since died and would never come back, He would just slid on the tights and then pull up his plaid skirt and lace in a variety of belts through the hoops; the styles varied from simple spikes, to textile patterns like skulls and such but there were only three. He would also attach the chains to the spare hoops. He listened to them jingle and attaching his final rosary in the front allowing it to fall. He would also quickly lace the straps up his leg before attaching the holster just below the edge of his plaid skirt.
He would pull a sweat shirt over the shirt and adjusted it so that the vibrant design of a dragon of a sort was on the back before he would grab the cloak and pull it around him to shield him from the heated winds and pick pockets as his bag was hidden on his back. He seemed to almost disappear into the cloak and he would work into the busy streets. He would work his way to the tavern and when he entered the bar keep and the mark board manager’s eyes perked up; the tavern keeper had wanted to tell Miumi that someone had been looking for him but he would just smile as he reached for the board picking a few of the sheets off the wall and looking at the inn keeper. Who kept beckoning at him Miumi would lean over the bar counter and ordered a cup of juice. The bar keep would lean towards Miumi whispering in his ear.
“ Someone was looking for me? ”
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Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Aug 19, 2011 20:13:00 GMT -5
Numbers were shaky in the Resistance, but they always where. So it wasn't a surprise to see the leader of the Resistance running through out Rabanastre looking for another raw recruit. Amalia recently took a liking to recruiting people by hand. She told the other rebels that she wanted to make sure each person worked within the resistance, but there was more. She told to tell her allies that she was afraid, that she thought she was an unfit leader.
Recently Amalia was torn between two halves. One told her to go to war with Archadia, make them suffer for their crimes. And to gather as much power as possible and crush them beneath her heel. That was the side that she knew as herself. But recently another part of her emerged. It was a primal feeling, almost something she couldn't say no to. And it told the Resistance Leader to walk the road towards peace with Archadia. So the Resistance Leader was torn, and she needed help setting her on the right path. If she had kind hearted people around her, then that meant her cause was just. And all she wanted to do was the right thing.
So that lead Amalia down the eastern parts of the Royal City looking for this mysterious hunter. Hunters were honest people, well more honest then head hunters. They aided the local communities and themselves. So Amalia began to think of the typical hunter, rough and tough yet kind beneath their exterior. Amalia quickly entered the local tavern. From the rumors she heard this hunter wasn't local. Which meant they weren't a part of any of the Clans.That left the Sandsea as her best chance to find this mysterious hunter.
Amalia made her way to the bar. With a broad smile Tomaj put a freshly cleaned glass on the table, a rag in his other hand. The two were good friends, former associates as Amalia spent some time as a hunter herself before she joined the Resistance. Or at least thats what she thought, she could remember the briefest memories of hunting down a mark or two. "It's a pleasure to see you Tomaj," Amalia said, starting the conversation between the two.
"Likewise, how can I help our fair Captain today?" He replied with a grin on his face. The man picked up another dirty glass and began to polish it clean. The cleaning served to mask his thoughts of the Desert Rose. The barkeep was a little more then fond of her.
"I am seeking out the newest hunter in town. I thought that they would be staying in one of the finer taverns in town, have you seen them?"
Tomaj searched his mind, only one person came to mind. That little one who was staying at the tavern, had a habit of looking at the hunter board in a business sort of way. The simply gave Amalia a nod in response, confirming the fact that he knew her. "Well, if you see him then would you kindly send him to my table?" Amalia asked before departing.
"Sure will!" He called out as Amalia ascended the stairs to the small balcony that over look the tavern. Amalia took a seat at her table, a small flickering candle in a glass jar sat in the center. Providing a small amount of illumination on top of the dull lighting. Amalia's mind began to wander off about what the hunter looked like, unbeknownst to her Tomaj was already delivering his message.
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Post by aya on Aug 19, 2011 21:49:09 GMT -5
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The Wings Of Freedom Sings
Tomaj’s husky voice whispering the directions in Miumi’s ears caused him to shake and quiver under his cloak, but to maintain his persona he would show no outwards appearance besides the occasional dull click of his nails on the bar counter as Tomaj was also pouring Miumi a cup of juice from one of those little cactuar monsters he had been slaying so often. He would offer a curt smile and leave a couple Gil on the counter as payment for the information; he didn’t have much at the moment either so he couldn’t be as generous as he once might have been. When Miumi began to transcend the stairs he would fiddle with the metallic chain of his necklace and would pull it taunt to his neck; it would apply pressure onto vocal box making it slightly easier for his vocal pattern to become slightly deeper. He ignored the feeling of being slightly choked as he would take rather deep calming breathes from his nose as he pulled the cloak down further so that shadows just stopped short of his eyes. He didn’t wish for that many people to see his face; as he had memories he didn’t wish to remember.
He noticed the glare of flame flickering wildly within a jar; like an animal caught in a trap struggling for life. It began to eat at the quick as an occasional updraft from the hot air would bring it sweet nourishing oxygen. His eyes would trace the shadows of the figure that was before him as it shined slight light on her face; it quickly became apparent that she was female due to the angles and the pettiness of the face. So this was the person who wished to meet with him. He would just slowly approach the table allowing his cloak to billow open in the next draft, it would reveal Miumi’s thin and narrow legs; how despite being such an adventurous fellow they remained an almost ghastly sickeningly pale shade meaning that he probably got his work done quickly or only traveled under the guise of the chilly nights. She would probably see the fine leather holster which held within it a pristine weapon of some sort; unlike many other people who chose swords and guns Miumi chose the more versatile scythe as it was good for both close, medium and even long range if he threw it right.
He had learned since his travels that he could even supplement hand to hand in while using his weapon as a way to maintain his leverage and restrain his enemies; Ivalice’s lands had been quite kind to him as of lately . As the cloak continued to billow it would spread to reveal narrow hips which were rather scantily clad with a plaid skirt which had luscious shades of red which rivaled the rose and the dark shades which mimicked the color of obsidian. Occasional checkered spots of white the color of the clouds above Rabanastre would filter in. A variety of elaborate chains were ensured around his legs and it was strange one would think they would hinder his movement; no they if anything made his prey fear him and run giving him the delicious thrill of the hunt which gave him near orgasmic bliss. He would allow his arms to spread revealing the narrow lithe build of Miumi’s torso which had various little scars on it and the vaguess glimpse of a tattoo could be seen as his arms would collapse inwards; yet despite showing off his body he kept his face hidden. He would sit on the banister instead of the actual table.
“ You wished to see me?”
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He would say softly his weight shifting uneasily on the banner and he would balance it occasionally by planting his feet to the ground and looking at her from beneath his hood.
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Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Aug 20, 2011 15:18:48 GMT -5
Expectations were a very odd thing. To say the least this skinny little one did not live up to Amalia's own. He seemed to have almost no muscle, and his skin was pale alluding to the fact that he probably favored the night skies or indoors. Furthermore he looked young, really young. The Cactoid juice that he was sipping on was only a testament to his age. Not the kind of person she was looking for. Amalia leaned over to the balcony, and quickly caught her old friends attention. "Uh... Tomaj..."
The women paused as she glanced back over at Miumi. Her hazel eyes hesitated for a few seconds before turning back to the barkeep. Tomaj never led her astray before, the least she could do was give the kid a chance. "Could you bring up a Choco-cocktail, and uh..." Amalia paused once again as her hazel eyes looked back to the boy. "And another of what my guest is drinking." She finished, the hesitation was clear in her voice.
The Resistance Leader turned back to Miumi, her hands interlaced in front of her. "I apologize for the rude introduction, I am Captain Amalia," She started, keeping her true role undeclared. It was never a good idea to tell someone you were a leader of a Resistance when you didn't know which side they stood on. "And you are?" The polite question finished off Amalia's statements for now. Although this mysterious hunter was unknown to her, perhaps a name would ring a bell. After all names travel a lot faster then faces.
[OCC: Sorry if it's short, but I did this kinda thread before in the SAME PLACE. ]
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Post by aya on Aug 20, 2011 19:54:12 GMT -5
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The Wings Of Freedom Sings
A gentle drumming of Miumi’s nails on the banister would probably show the slight hints of irritation that had begun to well within Miumi as Ashe had leaned over; if he hadn’t been sitting at the on the banister and looking down at the table he might not of noticed the strange looks that Ashe was giving off. She was trying to get Tomaj’s attention and the look on her face seemed to display that it wasn’t just for a drink; maybe to confirm something that was whom she had asked for. He would look at the glass candle holder with a slight look of distain and he would just push his foot against the table slightly which caused the holder to slide almost to the edge, but it made Miumi’s irritation fade as he could no longer see Ashe. He heard her rather smooth and well-played attempt to ease the awkward silence she had created between herself and Miumi, but she had also tried to patch it up by ordering Miumi some more of the sweet Cactoid Juice; which was a very smart choice.
Once Ashe had introduced herself to Miumi his hands would flow upwards to the hood of his cloak and he would pull it down. Miumi’s long black hair would splay out wildly in the sudden hot updraft and the soft scent of herbs and oils would fill the air. Miumi would just tossel his hair once or twice allowing a few droplets to cascade against the railing and probably a few would hit a few of the patrons below if the sweltering heat didn’t evaporate it. His eyes would narrow suddenly the pupil dilating heavily for a few brief seconds, but then it slowly came back in. His hands slid up just gingerly twisting his earrings and his tongue ring with his small tongue. He would pull out the small cube of ice from his drink and placed it on his tongue and he would suck on it as the other asked him to introduce himself. He would just smile softly.
“ Miumi Harou…. ”
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Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Aug 23, 2011 11:22:25 GMT -5
Oh god it was a child. Amalia's heart seemed to sink as she suppressed a sigh of aggravation. Amalia may only be nineteen, still young in the eyes of most, but Miumi looked to be even younger then her. Yet she seemed to be a hunter of some renown. It was all very odd. Amalia worked with people younger then her before, yet never as young as Miumi. And he looked rather frail, the Desert Rose couldn't understand how he managed to become such a famous hunter. Yet when Tomaj delivered their drinks, he gave Amalia the approving nod. This was the hunter.
Amalia secretly dreaded the conformation. She needed someone like Miumi. So the woman picked up the fragile glass that contained the sharp yellow liquid, tilted her head back and chugged it down. With a clack she placed the now empty cocktail glass onto the table. Amalia was going to need a lot more booze to recruit someone so young. "Tomaj, keep them coming," she called out to the bartender before turning back to Miumi. "The drinks are on me, don't worry. If you would like anything to eat at all, feel free to order it on my tab." She said, hoping to break the ice.
"Business must be good," Amalia went on, starting her attempt to slip into a political conversation. "With the Cocoon and Archadia at war, they're patrols have slacked. I'm sure a lot of good hunts have been posted since the start of the war." The teen may be young compared to Amalia's ideal recruit, but she was sure he knew something about his own profession. Or at least enough to hold up a conversation over free drink and food.
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Post by aya on Aug 24, 2011 17:15:26 GMT -5
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The Wings Of Freedom Sings
Blackened lacquered tips would clink occasionally against the smooth glass which reflected the strange design of a lily of a sort, it was called Lycrosis Radiata. Soon his pale fingers would begin to trace the rim of the glass which resulted in low hums which meant there was at least some type of crystal component to the glass, but it was quiet sturdy which surprised Miumi as his fingers would clench around his glass as he would sip at the green cactoid juice. Miumi had yet to make eye contact directly with Ashe instead he often looked at a point behind her or some place near her giving the illusion of such, but he would bless her with the his gaze, but something was off about it despite him being so young his eyes lacked the luster of wonder and excitement that one could normally find in children. No these eyes were slightly devoided of that only an occasional flicker of true life could be seen flashing by. The cold piercing frigid nature made it slightly unwelcoming but Miumi’s smile seemed to soften even his frigid gaze; Miumi had known a life of suffering with fleeting happiness and because of that he had become cold and callused his true emotions stuck in the deepest part of his soul.
Tomaj’s presence wasn’t going undetected by Miumi; as Miumi could faintly hear the sound of stairs creaking mixed among the hustle and bustle of the small tavern. Miumi’s head would twist and he would smile just as Tomaj reached the last step and he would allow his head to crane following Tomaj until he reached the table and would place their drinks down Miumi would place his old cup down and offer a soft smile as he would just look at them as they shared a nod; maybe it was just confirming the order. It appeared the woman before him had quite the drinking problem; or that or she had a very rough day despite Miumi just having gotten up. His eyes would scan her face for signs of fatigue but he couldn’t seem to find many. He would look down for a moment as she spoke at the three hunting tabs he had grabbed. It appeared he was to deal with some type of flan like creature, an aviator and some elemental sphere like thing. They shouldn’t be too hard as he would look up his eyes were softer again, could it fighting gave him a sweet release and a purpose.
“ ... War isn’t good… for business yes… an occasional hit and maybe a political face disappears, but I don’t like my job…. I miss having someone to protect… Agana disappeared and I can’t find her anymore……”
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Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Sept 19, 2011 3:25:12 GMT -5
Those last words lingered in Amalia's mind. He wanted someone to protect. Perhaps a lover? No, he was looking to find value in his life to defend another. They were short, yet powerful words. Amalia pondered for a few moments. Simply thinking over her options. This was a person who would give everything he had and more to her cause, it was the kind of person she needed. Yet his age was a few years under that of an adult. Could Amalia truly feel confident in hr own movement if she employed children as human shields?
Or worse, could she live with herself if the child died because of her. Larsa was a special case. He was the dictator, the cruel wicked man. Yet this boy was simple, plain, and honest. She opened her mouth yet no words came out, so she simply closed it again. What was she to do? Perhaps a test... Yes that would suit the boy well. "I believe the Resistance has a place for you," Amalia started. She wasn't sure if the boy would even be interested. "We are in dire need of strong arms to defend our homeland of Dalmasca." Dammit, the boy wasn't even from Ivalice. "You may be suitable for our shield. We must not allow the Archiadian dogs to have their way with Dalmasca."
"Yet..." She paused for a few seconds. Allowing her words to linger in the air. "I am not fully confident in your own abilities. You see, most people your age are rather over confident, and over extend themselves. I can not allow someone as young as you to die under my command." She went on. Her morals were clear at this point. Yet perhaps her own desires surpassed the Resistance Leader's moral values. "If you could prove your self, I will allow you to join our ranks. If your interested of course." How would he prove himself? A test... It would be perfect. Her mind began to toil, wondering how to best apply the boy's own abilities. "A simple combat test will be all that is needed."
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Post by aya on Sept 21, 2011 15:11:26 GMT -5
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Miumi; was nothing more than a domesticated dog of war whom stood idly by allowing the world to slip between his fingers simply because he didn’t have his precious master, but he kept searching for someone whom could fill the void. Miumi’s eyes would look gently around the room but as the other’s voice took the tone of doubt his eyes would focus on her finger sand the way they were parted along the glass suddenly in a whirl of movement his hands slide behind unclasping his blade quicker then a human could even blink in the midsts of his swing outwards the blade and scythe would unfurl and Miumi’s weight and momentum would carry through while one would of expected him to end up cleaving clean into her hand, but as it sliced through the spacing between her fingers only cutting the glass. His head twisted the opposite way of his body looking over his shoulder as he locked his arm stopping it once it finished cleaving into the glass, but the cold frigid tip of his blade resting on Ashe’s warm veins in her mid-forearm. He showed no sign of remorse but he would pause for a moment before she’d probably feel it.
The upper glass clasped in her hand would get vastly lightly and to prove his point if all went as planned there would be a rather loud crash followed by a spray of whatever she had been drinking. He would offer a soft cheeky smile as he would take a step and move his blade backwards while extending the other in a gesture of allowing her to go ahead if she wished while he would lean on the balcony his weight shifting backwards until suddenly she’d see his upper half go down and his legs go up while he would fall downwards among the crowd his legs suddenly latched the edge of the banister for a moment which creeked he would swing his upper body forward using his scythe to help shift his weight when he let go he would fall towards the counter of the bar his feet landing with a rather dull thud as he twisted and hopped down and would simply walk outside reaching into his pocket he pulled out a thin red ribbon and would pull his hair up.
“…. When your ready my hime.”
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Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Sept 24, 2011 13:03:28 GMT -5
Miumi was bold, brash. Rash in her own actions, and so much like Amalia. Yet a small part of her was disgusted by Miumi's actions. How many lives could she endanger by fighting here? Battle may have been the test, yet she rashly lashed out at Amalia here at the very tavern that served as Amalia's personal recruiting center. And it bothered her so much that someone was so ready to resort to violence. Although in truth she would have accepted Miumi in a heart beat only a weak ago.
The Resistance Captain bolted to her feet. Her hands found the bottom of the table, and with a grunt she flipped it upwards.Sending the large wooden object in Miumi's direction. It was only a distraction, a minor one at best judging from the boy's skills. But it was enough time for Amalia to withdraw her sword, and fetch her shield that rested beneath her seat. Her hazel eye's scanned the potential damage in front of her as she brought her shield up in front of her. It was a rather solid defense posture, one that would limit her attacks yet drastically increase her own defense. Her sword held at her side she slowly walked forward.
"Miumi," She called out as the dust from the flipped table settled. People were running, screaming as they ran out of the tavern. Save for a few who thought this was an excellent time for a brawl. Tomaj, however, had other ideas. He jumped over the counter with his long sword in his hand. The steel of his blade gleamed wickedly in his hand as he made his way towards the brawlers first."Do you not think that it was a tad rash to attack in such a manner?" She asked. Although Miumi had enraged her, she felt like there should still be hope for everyone. Especially one as young as Miumi. Some part of Amalia simply wished to give the boy a good home.
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