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Post by aya on Feb 22, 2011 16:13:51 GMT -5
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Miumi’s eyes were widened upon the sight that was placed before him; devastation and destruction had been allowed to run rampid in the place which was once known as slums. Some of the sectors were completely gone or just bits and pieces remained; this place was nothing more than ruins of time and ghosts of the past. The places that had once been safe-haven for children and families had become breeding grounds for fiends and things much worse; so each of Miumi’s steps was taken with great caution. His soft face was distorted into a mask of hidden horror and forgotten sorrow as memories of his home town flooded back; both good and bad. He would look down at his hands to see if they were stained with sanguine fluid; they had once been coated so heavily red because of those who wished to harm him. He was no better than an animal, yet Agana didn’t care she seemed to love him regardless almost like she was an older sister. It was because of that Miumi was going to defend her and would crush anyone who dared to raise a single hand against her; no matter who or what it was.
The soft echo of his own footsteps resounded through the narrow decaying concrete stair case he was carefully treading down; his hand constantly locked on the rather rusty but still sturdy railing. His foot would slid slightly against a small teddy bear that lay on the ground, it seemed incomplete without someone holding it; so Miumi would pick up the small bear and hold it softly in his one hand. He heard a sudden sound and would spiral round stuffing the bear into his bag he had begun to carry around. He looked around for the source of the noise but found none; so he closed his eyes and listened carefully and even seemed to cease breathing basking in the complete silence. He could find nothing and would continue his small walk down stopping at a small door frame which was still intact; something shiny glittered for a moment. His feet carried him into the dark room and he would follow the occasional glint which had him hovering over a small mirror; the reflection was a shocking one to see. The servant of an infected was a small child barely old enough to be considered on the brink of adult hood.
He held the fragment of mirror and would walk from the barren room and stood on the resting platform; examining the fragment. A single picture was taped to the back with its edges heavily burned; it was a family picture and it made Miumi feel remorse and mourns for those who had passed away, but he remained strong and wouldn’t fall too far into the depths of sorrow. He would examine his reflection in the small fragment of mirror; he was strange looking with long black hair that looked almost like a woman’s, ivory pale skin that looked as if he had never been near the sunlight. His eyes were heavily discolored coming off as an icy blue which was bordering the line of white, but it was filled with grey hues around the outer edge of his eyes as well as vibrant yellow pulses of color. The pettiness of his body; the innocent look of the sheep that hide the wolf, but not many knew just how strong Miumi truly was. His attire was different wearing a thin black t-shirt which had zippers which were half undone revealing his navel to the world and a small mark; necrosis from one of the methods they attempted to extract the “demons” that lurked within him.
The soft swish of wind caused his small skirt to blow slightly and his hand instinctively slid down smoothing the fabric down; avoiding touching the chains that dangled down in fear of attracting a monster. His hands lingered on the soft stocking’s he wore which came up to his upper thighs and fiddled with the thin beads that dangled down and looked at his small shoes. His eyes slid upwards at the sudden noise that came from behind him; his head would rotate slightly to see the source. A wolf was lurking there and growling heavily at Miumi as it would leap towards him. Miumi’s hand slid to the scythe on his back spiraling towards it he would slice outwards; a high pitched yelp was earned as well as arcs of blood which splattered around Miumi. The wounded wolf would fall down and cease to move rather quickly; this was the true nature of Agana-semapi’s guardian.
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Post by jay001 on Feb 27, 2011 20:49:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 480px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2m5gjtu.jpg); height: 600px; padding-left: 80px;] LET ME GO, please somebody, let me go, please somebody. No, I got this. Still thinking about this thing call love, it's got me shaking up. Please tell me there is a way. And it got my head spinning round, round, round. Don't want to take the fall.
Darkness. Despair. Death. The three D's that control Agana's way of life. She didn't remember much before she got into THAT job. The other agents of the group didn't seem to care about their pasts. They in fact, enjoyed their job. However, for some reason, Agana thought herself as different. She ached in the chest whenever she thought about her past. Maybe the reason for this was because was still human. A corrupted human infected with a dark mysterious power, yes, but still human.
She also felt pity for the humans. This too may because she is one herself. But for whatever reason there is, she had to make her true emotions. For, if the Plagues or Sicknesses find out...She and all what she hold dear will be in danger. From what she remember in the force: You must show no pity and crush the forces with all your might.
If he said blow up a base, you say where and when. If he said kidnap, you ask how many. If he said destruction, you ask what type and the details. That is the cruel and dark life Agana lives...and deep down she hates it. Agana escapes from this cruel way of life with her comrades, aka partners. They could be considered friends in a way.
She had no reason to rebel anyway. So why start now? She examined the situation around her. The dirty and ruined slums is where she was. The filthy conditions and the smell made her sick. However, she knew the fastest way to her next destination is through the slums. At least she wasn't alone.
Standing a few yards in front of her was Miumi. She found the boy years ago in Midgar and asked him to travel with her. At first, she thought it was whim to keep her amused and entertained. However, as years passed, she finally knew why she accepted him. It was because he mirrored herself: he had inner demons and was misunderstood. Just like herself so long ago from what she remembered. These days she viwed Miumi as a younger brother who she swore to support till the end. Of course, she couldn't act these feelings out. Because of what she was and who she worked for. If they find out, they might used Miumi as a tool to bargain to control her. Suddenly, she she snapped back to reality. Glancing around, she noticed the wolf lying on the ground and Miumi covered with blood.
"As efficient and fast as always Miumi." Agana stated in cold indifferent tone as she reached into her coat and tossed a handkerchief to Miumi. Though she didn't seem to care, Miumi could probably her the faint trace of pride in her voice.
"I find it odd though." Agana stated after a few moments of silence. She glanced around and narrowed her eyes. "This place is abandoned and has almost no signs of life." With that Agana sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "Sure it is ruins..But usually humans are swarming in these types of places for stuff. Even so, being the stubborn mortals they are humans usually try to rebuild ruins." This sent a clear message to Miumi: something scared or caused the living beings in this territory to flee from this area.
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Post by aya on Feb 27, 2011 22:58:29 GMT -5
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Amiable wisps of a zephry would flow haphazardly around Miumi's tepid sanguine fluid enshrounded body; the same halcyon breeze that wafted in would chill the sticky hot fluid causing small tendrils of steam to wasp around him in a vaporous fashion, but he showed no signs of caring and would remain rigid much like a statue. The faint echo of someone coming towards the sanguine coated hunter would cause his head to turn dismissively; he didn't need to focus on the eminating source of the sound to know who it was, but his head would turn that way as a sign of the respect to the sweet siren who produced the sound. His movements countined as if awaiting her to say something; a sudden swing of his scythe was used to dislocate the inchor that desperately and persistantly clung to his beloved scythe. The sickening splatter and arc of core would stop just short of his beloved Agana-sempai; that was his singularly display of his own unique and percise fighting style as the splatter would stop just a centimeter short of her foot. Her voice would cut through the silence as easily as his blade had sliced through the wolf.
When Agana spoke her voice remained frigid and rather stotc; but after years of lingering by her side and acting as her own personal guardian he had become capable of detecting even the minute changes of tone and often interpred what they meant, but as always when it came to Miumi's silent and effective fighting style he was able to pick up the slight hints of pride and joy which lingered dangerously in her tone. He would bow his head and smile as a sign of his gratitude; he trained so hard so that she didn't have to fight, but in a way he was only trying to appease himself by giving himself a purpose that needed to be fulfilled. A soft smile lingered upon his face as he caughty the deinty cloth and would run it along the crimson stained flesh; revealing the pale milky white porcealin colored flesh which was underneath. He would run it along till he could no longer feel the sub-par species disgusting remains lingering upon his skin. Folding the cloth up he would actually place it in his pocket so he didn't lose it and could cleanse it of the remnants of his fallen foe; he would prefer Agana to be happy and he would do nearly anything for even the faintest traces of the other's smile, but of course that smile was elusive like the other's true intention.
Her voice would poise itself within the air lingering with the toxic and foul tasting fumes; what she stated held just as many hazards. He noticed the way her eyes would narrow cautiously scanning the ruins as if looking for some source of disturbances; following her cue his own eyes would narrow for a moment before his legs would tense and his muscles locked up before he would propel himself upwards, but he would land softly upon a small perch of debris. He would rise upwards his eyes would narrow as he looked around surveying the heaviy distorted terrain. He would suddenly descend becoming an angel fallen from his grace; a variety of twists and turns while within the air and the shifting of his legs would disperse the pressure of his landing. He had went up to confirm that they were the only source of life in the area, but from what he had gathered they were which when compared to other ruins and even declared desolated areas; all of them harbored people of some sort it was true for nearly everywhere including the most harsh and remove living conditions. His eyes remained locked on the other as she confirmed his thoughts and he would nod while remaining poised for battle; his scythe lingering softly on his back like a constant reminder of the possibly impending battle.
He would nod his head in confirmation with her thoughts before his soft bell like voice would pierce the air with the effect of a volley of arrows; remaining within the other's ears much like the the broken shafts of an arrow, but much like the head of an arrow which was imbedded into his body it would fester.
" Your right Agana, I didn't see anything but whatever it could of been could be hiding. Are we going to investigate?" |
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