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Post by aya on Feb 28, 2011 20:12:32 GMT -5
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Faint wisps of steams slid from the corners of Miumi’s lips and wasped around him in a phantasmal sort of way giving Miumi an almost ethereal nature; this was only further supplemented by Mother Nature’s artistic hand. Alabaster moon beams would rain down from the sky coating everything with a frosted light; Miumi’s already ivory skin would give off an almost eerie haunting glow when he lingered in the light. The way his skin stretched across his body gave it the appearance of a life-sized porcelain doll. The sable locks of hair that fell down past his shoulders and framed his face caused the contrast to grow expediently giving Miumi an almost sickly hue. His eyes lingered on the ground for a while before he allowed it to crane backwards gazing into the endless sky; his icy blue eyes would glimmer slightly beneath the thin rimmed glasses. His fingers would close ever so gently behind his head causing the crunch of cold leather fingerless to echo through the almost hauntingly silent. A sweet honey like toned humming would echo through the silence while he spiraled precariously without much more thought then the to move one foot in front of the other; he was gradually growing more lax and social.
Porcelain fingers would trace along the obsidian leather of his choke which had a small golden buckle which kept it in place; the whole outfit e wore was rather intricate as a variety of small leather straps would flow from the back to the front resting on his shoulders allowing his upper body full range of motion. While the actual shirt had a large metallic zipper that blended in with the rest of the material undone revealing from Miumi’s last floating rip down. While the top was held up by another strap which went from Miumi’s left shoulder to the midpoint of his right arm showing off his narrow collar bone. A small dark spot lingered on Miumi’s pale slightly toned stomach; it was a mark of necrosis from a spider, the same spider that the village elders had used to attempt to purify him. His hands slid down briefly brushing his black and red plaid skirt which had tights underneath fiddling with the thin metal chains that always seemed to b e lingering on his outfit; like a spider did it’s web without one another it seemed incomplete. Miumi didn’t appeared to be armed but his arcane arts and chains were more than suitable.
A soft childish smiled adorned those milky white cheeks as he would spiral down an alleyway; despite the dangers of bandits as the last pair had realized Miumi was more then capable of fighting for both himself and Ma-kiwi or Maqui as some called him. A gentle twist and his fingers would glow with a faint trace of magical energy as he conjured up a light fire spell so that he could see where he was going; so he didn’t fall on his face.
“.. Hmmm I have to find Maqui a little later.”
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Ouranus Nova
Mist Continent 
[M:-650:-138:]
Even as the world burns, Abadon will guide me
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Post by Ouranus Nova on Mar 1, 2011 2:55:45 GMT -5
"It's quiet, almost too quiet..."
Ouranus never could deal with the quiet. She likes knowing that there is some sort of sign of life be it either person or animal. She would even take a monster encounter of all things. But the quiet had made her feel uneasy. She kept a calm demeanor around her as she looked around. It was an impressive city, but with so little activity around the city she had been concerned. Where are all the people? She would have imagined that there would have been some storekeepers at the very least. But with so few people out and about, she could only imagine that something serious going down. She had to be careful in case of emergency. If she was not careful, she could have easily been standing on top of a powder keg and a single spark would blow everything away.
Treading carefully, she saw someone that made her stop to look at once again. At first she thought that it was a girl but that was not the case. The person was a boy, but he did have what seemed to be an innate desire of leather. But that wasn't what got her attention the most. She had seen him make a wisp of magical energy. This alone was something definitely worth noting. She followed the strangely dressed boy as she wrote in her journal. She found him interesting because of what appeared to be magic. She had only seen the dolls wield magic in her world. To see someone who didn't even look remotely like the dolls wield magic was something that had blown her mind. She did want to know more, but she was wise about keeping her distance because she wasn't sure how he would have reacted.
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Post by aya on Mar 1, 2011 15:44:36 GMT -5
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A haunting illuminous glow would condense upon the tip of his finger forming an eerie ghostly orb; close to the orbs which were said to hold the lost souls of the dead. It produced little or no light before Miumi would bring his warm finger towards his face before he would blow outwards; a sudden burst of vibrant colors flowed around him shifting and dancing around him. It looked beautiful in a distorted fashion as he kept going those flames shapes would twist and contort under his command; taking the more aesthic form of graceful butterflies which fluttered around Miumi as if revolving around an axis. Their colors kept changing though from the azure of the darkening sky, to the crimson of blood to the vibrant white of snow; it was just all about the will and his constantly fluxing level of mana. A softness was detectable within his movements as he stared absentmindedly towards the sabel sky which was only illuminated by the ivory shafts of moon light. He would twist and turn absent mindedly briefly taking notice to the small figurine that lurked further back just barely distinguishable among the ever growing shroud of the shadows. Her silver hair and pale skin was the only thing that really stood out and even that was hard to focus upon; though hte look on her face reminded him much of Maqui’s.
A soft childish smile adorned his face sa he spiraled within the hot glowing butterflies; weaving intricately in between them as if it were just like his childhood. Not a single wasted movement was detectable as each pivot and spiral was graceful within it’s own right; his face was lit aglow with happines and seemed to radiate a care-free nature. The glimmers of light would illuminate Miumi’s hauntingly piercing eyes which at that time were locked onto the other with a hunter’s precision; she hadn’t escaped his field of vision. His eyes were an icy blue which bordered the line of an ashen white laced with a electricfying pulses of yellow which were surrounded by a sickly grey hue; they blinked twice before his head would turn and his movements would countine. He seemed so carefree despite his normal mission of protecting his beloved Agana-sempai; a job which had become almost so second nature it wsa comparable to breathing for Miumi. A year or so of being by her side and hopefully many more to follow.
“.. I know your they‘re you can come out.”
He said with a matter of a factly tone.
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Ouranus Nova
Mist Continent
[M:-650:-138:]
Even as the world burns, Abadon will guide me
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Post by Ouranus Nova on Mar 2, 2011 2:51:04 GMT -5
"Fascinating..."
Ouranus seemed to be very enthralled with what the boy had been creating. In her world, she had only seen magic wielded in very concrete ways: to heal or destroy. Naturally destruction being more apparent of the two with the creation of the black mage race. She never seen much in the ways of destruction. But to watch this boy being able to shape magic into something beyond the ordinary was something almost breathtaking. She watched the butterflies,
But that moment stopped as she felt his eyes go straight into her soul. She stopped dead in her tracks as she looked back into his eyes. She had to be careful since it was clear he was very skilled in the art of magic. She moved slowly to him, showing that she was not an enemy as she gave him a comforting smile. "It's okay, I am not here to hurt you. I am just an explorer," she said with a kind voice. She knew that if she was not careful, he could easily damage her with one of those butterflies. Especially since she was not from this kingdom.
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