Forgotten Purpose [TARO]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Pale fingers traced along a sun-bleached wall; it was still warm to the touch as if something else had just been there, but wasn’t that the reason that Miumi was here? He would tap his black lacquered nails gently against the surface looking briefly over at the crimson petals which were scattered over his nails in an elegant design. He would lean against rusty rail and began to look down into the dark abyss which this endless number of stairs seemed to be leading him into. He could faintly hear a feral growl from down below; that thing was his target. He would smile as he would push off the ground gently enjoying the brief feeling of being weightless before his petite feet made contact with the thin rail; the moment he landed he instantaneously would shift his weight to the arch of his feet allowing him to balance on the rusting and slowly buckling surface. He would then smile as slowly he shifted his weight forward and the metallic rail would buckle and snap beneath him and MIumi would plummet downwards into the darkness. Once he began to fall the wind would begin to spiral and envelope Miumi in a gentle cocoon causing his sable veil to splay around him wildly in its various layers. His tongue would peak ever so slightly from behind the pale ivory teeth which were wild and almost feral at some point; for even the most trained person this required practice. His ghostly frigid blue eyes would pulsate for a moment as they rapidly adapted to the darkness his pupils dilating becoming almost cat like as he continued to free fall. His black shirt billowed and flared at the belly button the pressure resulting in the flapping noise which was heavily distracting. His sweatshirt also billowed it was primarily dark with a few interesting metallic neon graphics on the back. His right hand would slide behind him for a moment grabbing something in the holster. A button was pressed and suddenly as his hand retracted from behind him a soft breeze emerged from behind him as his weapon unfurled in a matter of nanoseconds with sharp mechanical whirls. He would then swing outwards his loose tie sliding up obsecuring his vision as his blade sunk into the concrete with ease. He would feel his arms jerk and attempt to wrench themselves from socket as the pressure build on them. He would hear the grow and looked below him just in time to see the feral beast lunging for his legs. He would swing his body backwards and meet them with a sharp knee to the maw of the ugly beast as he did so he would push his legs against the ceiling as they swung up that high dislodging the blade as he would begin to swing back landing on the edge of the metal listening to it creak uneasily. He would push off his skirt billowing from the pressure he exherted. The black and red checkered material was surrounded by a variety of chains and rosaries. The beast wouldn’t even have time to recover as Miumi’s feet touched the ground for a moment locking one as he entered a graceful pirouette a sudden fountain of blood would erupt behind Miumi. He swung his blade dismissively cleaning it of the inchor of the beast, but another sound drew MIumi’s attention. He would step into the flitting light his face had a few speckles of blood, but he would simply allow his tongue to snake out cleaning the small droplet which hung from his lips. “ Who goes there? ” “

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[Taro Kyrai]

Taro walked passed the metal piping and walls of Midgar's underbelly. His jacket billowing out behind him, the dark colors blending with long shadows cast by the cold surroundings. The combat boots on his feet made light thumps as they collided with the concrete below. This place was the closest thing he had found to Cocoon since his odyssey began. The machinery and metal was familiar, yet more... dismal. Everything seemed darker, like there was some ominous presence hanging over the whole city. The path that he had taken was silent, seemingly devoid of people. Good. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself.

That's when he heard it, some sort of voracious growl ahead of him. Taro drew his pistols and hopped into the air kicking off of a wall and landing on one of the pipes above him. The old rusted pipe dropped fragments of metal and dust as he touched down, his jacket falling down softly around his torso a moment after the landing. Throwing his pistols up in front of him, he identified the beast, but it only lasted a few seconds before a figure collided with it in a meteoric collision. The faint glimmer of a blade could be seen through the blood that trailed from the wound.

Taro readjusted himself and accidentally knocked another chunk of rust off of the pipe, it smacked against the concrete. The man who killed the beast apparently heard it, and suddenly turned his attention towards Taro. There was no point in hiding anymore, it would only be a matter of time before he was located anyway, and this stranger seemed as agile as Taro. He jumped off of the pipe and grabbed onto another, his momentum carrying him into a forward swing, letting go of the pipe at the edge of the swing, he landed in a crouched position several feet in front of the stranger. Taro stood up and looked at the stranger. “I'm Lieutenant Taro Kyrai of the C.R.H armed forces.” He kept his pistols hanging by his sides, ready in case this stranger turned out to be hostile. “And who the hell are you?”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Miumi would look at the other briefly, but not a trace of interest seemed to linger in his eyes at the moment as he would suddenly spiral swinging his blade as hard as he could; it would send the blood splattering along the path and leaving MIumi’s beloved Okamiga no Oni quite clean. He would run his fingers along the smooth metal avoided the barbed edges and the serrated edges. His fingers would coil around the shaft of his precious scythe and he would press upon a hidden button and the mechanical wonder would creak and whirl as he would twist his hand the blade rapidly would coil in on itself becoming so compact that Miumi’s arm was longer in length. He would look at the other and put the weapon in its holster that all taking the time of a few seconds. Despite the other’s rather imposing figure; or what might of frightened someone else. Taro was standing before an assassin who’s only job was to ensure he had work and got paid, but of course he was more then that, but it was how he was able to survive without Agana or a place to truly call home. MIumi’s hand would flow upwards lacing itself in Miumi’s sable locks and he would tussle it adding a lot of volume to his hair and he smile ever softly as he ran his tongue along his lip ring making sure it wasn’t bloody. He would just move towards the other slowly his hands raising slightly above his head and due to Miumi’s clothing it was pretty clear he wasn’t hiding anything, but as MIumi walked he would lean down grabbing something from the beast he had grabbed its entire head; no to be exact it was its teeth as MIumi would keep walking he would press his feet to its neck and he would push off of it suddenly the weight of his one foot holding it would cause the neck of the beast to snap rather grotesquely as well as resulted in a couple of its teeth being ripped clean out; a little blood would trickle from the now void gum holes. The other had introduced themselves as some type of lieutenant and Miumi would roll his eyes quite blatantly; if he had truly wanted to be hostile the other would have been half way down the tower with Miumi’s scythe half way into him, but Miumi bore no hostility towards this man or anyone really; he did what he believed was right. Miumi’s hips would sway back and forth as he walked he would take a spot next the other looking idly at the fangs and was looking up at the other finally deeming the time between the other’s introduction to be adequate. Maybe the other would realize the thing he was so terrified of was nothing more then a young child with a fearful weapon and the skills to back it up; because his voice was soft and sweet and sounded almost naïve to the world that he lived in. “ Miumi Harou…. ” “

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[Taro Kyrai]

Taro watched the stranger's somewhat odd behavior. The boy's folding scyth was quite interesting to him, such a complex system for such a simple weapon. The serrated edges adding to the weapons already macabre aura. As the boy put his weapon away, Taro spun his pistols around on his fingers and thrust them down into their leg holsters. This
kid seemed odd, there was something about him that wasn't quite right. The boy's treatement of the beast only reinforced Taro's opinions. The brutal neck snapping and tooth removal seemed a little over the top, but Taro remained silen, though the kid's obvious gesture towards Taro. This aggrivated him, but Taro managed to retain
his calm.


The kid's voice was light, and surprisingly... innocent. It was severely misleading as to the boy's obvious and deadly skills. Taro raised an eyebrow at the Miumi's introduction. "That's it? Ain't gonna say anything else kid?" Taro threw his hands in the air in mock aggrivation. "Whatever, that's cool. I get it. I'm just sayin, it seems a bit, lacking. You know? Throw in a little personality why don't you?" Taro let his hands fall back to his sides and shrugged. "Eh, whatever, it's none of my buisness anyway. Though, i would like to know what you're doing here. This seems like somewhat morbid buisness for a kid like you."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Miumi’s face seemed devoid of any reaction as the other spun his pistols as if they were mere toys; part of him prayed that the safety was on so he didn’t end up getting shot in the face, but outwardly Miumi showed no sign of panic; as he had flirted with death so many times they were well acquainted, but each time he managed to avoid that lovely little black satin bed that death kept offering; simply because he wasn’t done living, but more importantly because he still clung to the belief that Agana was alive somewhere out there. It was a false hope, but it allowed Miumi to push through the doubts and hardships he had to endure to survive. The brutal slayings of monsters and fiends even other people had become second nature again and he wondered what Agana would say if she came to find him again splattered in crimson. He would fiddle idly with the fangs as he would tap them against the metal and ran them along it producing a very loud and irritating screech; he was testing the density as he would place on in one hand and toss it up and down and then with the other hand testing the weight. Some merchants were rather picky about their wars and would only take the finest of quality ingredients which meant Miumi would have to sell them before decay or oscillation took effect, but that gave him a couple days maybe a week or so at tops, which meant he was in the clear as he would look at the other again, the other took no interest in the beast so Miumi would walk back over reaching for his scythe he would press a button and the blade would actually detach from the rest a small axle like part unfurled slightly to become more like a dagger. He would set to work. The other talking made it more bearable as a slight bit of time had passed and a majority of the blood had pumped out and Miumi didn’t seem to mind it as he would kneel down in the puddle of inchor. The sanguine fluid still radiated hints of warmth and life as he would make a slight incision at the neck region and slide it down to the pelvis and slowly Miumi began to pry the skin off occasionally looking at the other offering a curt smile or nodding his head in acknowledge as the other had a miniature rant about introducing oneself; he must have been really formal or the military had really pounded that into him. To Miumi a name was pointless especially his as those who heard it were either friends who disappeared, targets who begged and pleaded for their life and learned his name. It was sad but his name didn’t mean much to him as Miumi began to peel the skin away from the beast allowing the meat and organs to spill out onto the ground. He showed no sign of digust or even phased as he had done this so many times as Miumi would pull the pelt of the beast away and look at all the blood on it and himself and he would focus suddenly fish began to appear around Miumi they were made of water but as they spiraled around him water would flow from them in arches with high pressure onto him cleansing the blood from him but the other would notice Miumi was careful with the hides cleaning them gently but the blood and inchor would be swept away and Miumi would smile. He would actually answer the other’s long rant with his own strange and morbid fashion. He couldn’t ask for much more as Miumi was used to being alone. He didn't seem to dwell into himelf to much as he felt that too much information was harmful to him as it made him appear weak. “Miumi’s name doesn’t matter… People forget or go soon after….. Miumi does what he needs to survive....” “

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[Taro Kyrai]

Well, the kid wasn't much of a talker, but that was obvious. Miumi seemed to be collecting parts of the beast for something. Probably sale at a market. So that's what he was, a hunter, a scavenger of sorts. Miumi butchered the beast-thing with brutal efficiency, showing no emotion as he sliced through the flesh and flayed the skin. The resulting screech from the fang's scrapings caused Taro wince for a moment. “So you're planning on selling those? How much can you really make for a couple animal bits?” He stepped closer and examined some of the things that had been harvested. The pelt and teeth seemed to be the most prominent.

The boy's use of magic to clean the pelts was almost impressive enough to overcome Taro's disapproval of the art. The water blasts cleaning the pelt with an unorthodox efficiency. Miumi's comment about 'doing what he has to to survive' snapped Taro out of his observation. “You do what you need to in order to survive?” Taro rolled his eyes. “Tch, that's the exact mentality of the people we were fighting on Cocoon. Why should they fight the Sanctum? They survived under their rule. Some survival, living as slaves to the Fal'Cie.” Taro took a few steps away from Miumi before turning again. “What's the point of surviving if you don't have a purpose?”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Taro had said something that finally managed to phase Miumi’s docile and placid exterior; rage and sickening digust would flow through him, but he realized something for the first time that there was a war of a kind. Miumi’s muscles all would lock up as the other seemed to mock his very means of existence and belittled it to nothing more then the ranting of a child and it sickened him. He thought he was so skilled well Miumi would show him as Miumi would allow his hand to coil around one of the fangs twisting it back and forth for a moment. He would twist it so that the jagged broken part was facing outwards and Miumi would suddenly spiral and lunge for the other just as he was turning, meaning he would have but milliseconds to react as Miumi would thrust the fang out with one hand but it was merely a decoy as Miumi’s other arm would snap out with enough force to temporarily jar the other’s windpipe which would make breathing quite painful. Miumi’s eyes narrowed decisively and the look in his eyes was cold and stotic that showed Miumi wasn’t unaccustomed to killing and even doing this. Miumi would speak force once but his voice was sickeningly sweet and Miumi would look down keeping his eyes on the other’s arms. If he made any move for one of the guns he’d find a fang clean into his hand and Miumi wasn’t one for games as he looked up his eyes remained stoic and cold and he’d realize that this child wasn’t nearly as naïve as he appeared as he had danced in and out of death’s grasp more times than he could count on his fingers. A sudden pivot of his hips if all had worked right would place his knees right below the other’s precious jewels limiting his ability to escape Miumi. “ The same reason I’ll let you live… if you don’t go on even without a purpose you’ll never find one… I lost mine but I won’t give up till I find her…. People look for a purpose for hope…. I refuse to give up on mine.” He would relax then just gently allowing his hand to fall down to his side and releasing the other his eyes narrowed slightly. “

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[Taro Kyrai]

As Taro turned and made his final comment, Miumi charged him in a spinning lunge, ramming a jagged fang into Taro's side. He winced as the tooth pierced his skin and dug into his flesh, but Taro was able to catch the second attack. Throwing his hand up in an attempt to grab the boys arm would result in either the debilitation of Miumi's arm, or merely a blocked attack. Taro would then twist to the side, facing Miumi with the side that had not been hit by the fang. It was likely that the fang may still be lodged in his side if Miumi let go, but Taro would have ignored it. He then attempted to ram Miumi with his shoulder, drawing his gun now that his side was facing away from the hopefully stunned Miumi. Taro would then twist Miumi's arm into a holding position if he had managed to grab it, if not, he would use his free hand in an attempt to shove the boy away, then fire his pistol at the kid's legs.

After firing, he would hop backwards, drawing his other pistol and aiming both at Miumi, regardless of whether the shots hit or not. “Now now, we don't want to resort to killing here do we? Honestly, did you think you could take down a C.R.H soldier that easily?” Taro shook his head. “Please, give me some credit. Now if you're looking for that girl, then you aren't just surviving. You have a reason to move on, you're purpose is to find her.” Taro seemed to relax, standing straight again. If Miumi moved towards Taro however, he would open fire again with another salvo with his pistols. “Just remember kid, if you don't stand for something. You'll fall for anything. Keep your purpose in sight through everything, and you won't be led astray. Don't lose sight, and don't lose hope.”