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A s that gentle body seemed to move much like an angel from the dense parts of the forest, the light began to dance around Miumi illuminating his pale features and giving him an almost angelic glow which threatened to bring even the strongest of warriors to their knees before Miumi to praise his beauty and the gentleness which he moved was hard to describe but it held an eerie tone to it. As Miumi's hair was held in a long black bun which was pulled tight and looked almost good despite being sloppily made. As Miumi moved the boy actually smiled and began to undress slightly he looked at a small rack walking over to it unzipping the vest slightly letting out some of the scent that was Miumi it was the sweet scent of the soap, facing away from Clive he stripped down to the bandages, taking them off and sliding on a snow white-shirt and pulling the vest back over it. The shoes he took off hanging them from the wooden carrier using the straps. As he left the vest slightly unzipped. He looked comfortable and slowly reached into his pocket pulling out a pair of nice looking leather gloves, slowly pulling them onto his hands, he looked like an almost professional fighter except this he looked alot more like a she. Slowly he focused pulling his legs behind him stretching the muscles just a bit more loosening himself up for the great flow of moves he would have to do.
"Remember Clive.... I won't be holding back... I will come with the intent to kill." "
W hen those words left Miumi's lip the carefree nature the other had seen not so prior to meeting Miumi would disappear, this wasn't just a lesson in magic, this was going to be a lesson in combat that the other would never forget. As Miumi focused pivoting in the sand a few times doing a flow of movements which looked like a dance but in realization it was a mockery of the human vitals. He was showing that he did know where most of them were and he could strike them quickly if his foe was stunned. As he focused he began to unleash a flurries of kicks into the air his deinty feet packing a punch. He was warming himself up soon not long after a thin layer of presperation was seen clinging from that milky white skin. While the muscles he had within his body were feeling almost like liquid power. As slowly Miumi lowered himself to the ground doing a graceful looking sweep kick which looked elegant when done by something so fragile his body rising up. Bringing knuckles together cracking them in sickening fashions followed by the popping of his neck joint as he twisted it roughly to one side. Bending back ever so slowly the steady sound of his spine popping itself back into place could be heard, Slowly he let out a soft contented sigh and spoke his voice was soft and feminine but it commanded the other. It was eerie to know that the teddy bear was watching though.
Clive watched Miumi prepare ‘herself’ for battle and it was during this time did Clive notice that Miumi was a little odd for a female. From the distance he had first gazed upon her, he couldn’t make out many features, being lost in the distance between him and her. But now, he could see ‘her’ details up close and he nearly swore something about Miumi screamed ‘male!’, it left him slightly confused. She’s petite like a woman should be but at the same time, her shoulders and other features appeared more masculine. Clive shakes the thoughts off; he obviously was just working himself up over this strange practice battle – least he hoped this was just practice; this isn’t exactly how he pictured himself going out. Dead on the beach, beaten by a beautiful girl to a bloody pulp… actually this is exactly how he pictured himself going out but only after pissing the girl off to such an extent that murder seemed like the right thing to do.
“Yah, same back at you.” Clive exclaimed as he prepared himself. He didn’t have the graceful finesse that Miumi did, but he had one thing against her, the fact that she probably never confronted a Burmecian before. Their anatomy was different then humans or humanlike humanoids, different pressure points, different bodily weaknesses that could be exploited in the proper hands. Of course, Clive was unsure how quick to learn Miumi is but this should give him the advantage at the start. Then, mixed with his natural jumping ability, he’s sure he’ll give her at least a little run for the money and maybe cop a feel all at the same time. No matter how this ended, least he’ll have gotten even just a passing feel. This thought made Clive smile devilishly to himself. He waits till she tells him to begin.
“Hope you know what you’re doing.” Clive asks, unsurely as he smacks his sures up on Ol’Zappy, clenching it in both hands. He’s hesitating or thinking, it’s hard to tell and even Clive himself isn’t sure of which it is. That is until he decides to just do it and get it over with it and falls into a combative stance. There comes a loud cackle of electricity, arcs of lightning shooting from the top of the staff and down, along Clive’s hands, being channeled through the various copper wires and gauntlet that run the length of both arms. It builds, a bright blue-white light emanating out from Clive’s hands and staff then explodes out in a cackling bolt, snaking out in the blink of an eye to Miumi. In that moment, Clive leaps into the air, through the trees as he charges another Thunderspell.
Miumi can see a blue-white streak race up through the leaves and branches, followed soon by a swishing sound of air being cut by a quickly descending object. Like a meteor from the sky, Clive slams down with an electrical blast atop Miumi, his gauntlet smacking down with a terrible sunder, the ‘cattle-prod’ popped out with lightning dancing along its cylindrical shaft. Knowing landing this close in proximity to Miumi was risky, so in hopes of distracting ‘her’ long enough to get away he swings his staff around in a twirl above his head, the lanterns flaring out like flails, slicing through the air at Miumi. Kicking back against the ground, Clive darts back a few yards away from Miumi as he puts some distance between himself and her and prepares for the counter-attack.
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A s the world around them seemed to begin to slow down, as the rushes of andrenilla began to pump through Miumi's body causing those soft fragile looking eyes to become slightly more wild looking, the very essence of life seemed to flicker and glow within those icy hues which were slowly widening much like a cat's did under the light. There was a warmth slowly spreading through all of Miumi's veins as the sense of a good battle seemed to fill the depth of Miumi's snow white heart. No matter how happy Miumi was, he could never find this joy unless he was fighting, was it his demonic nature that made him enjoy this fight, could it be he knew that he might even win. That was the fact of life, no matter how many times you looked at Miumi, he may of acted innocent and he may of been innocent but within everyone there was a twisted bit of evil. Everything that lived had a guilty pleasure which seemed impossible to admit to. After seeing his own life flash before him so many times and knowing he should of died many times over. It made him value fighting and the very life that coursed through his veins. But that also made him Shadowkissed- he had come back from the thresholds of death a few times and had learn to become free and live the life he had like it was coming down to it's very fine stop. Miumi wasn't giving up though.
Slowly the world around Miumi seemed to closing in, the scent of the salty ocean began to fade ever so slightly, the sound of birds and animals cawing and crying to one another was growing faint. The sound of the other's breath grew louder and the faint beat of his own heart was audible within his own ear. It was as if Miumi was within the trace, as the world around him seemed to waver and pulse gently it was amazing to believe that this boy was going to fight to the death just to teach someone something. Some would call it a sick desire to be within battle so much, but it was in essence the only thing he had ever known that had saved his life time and time again. He had been afraid to fight and he realized that the fear he had harbored costed his contractor's life and ultimately others a well. Instead he chose not to run away from the fight and go at it head on. Slowly Miumi's muscles began to feel like they were liquid as he pivoted his hips and moved his arms a few more times. He was slowly getting into a stance his legs sliding slightly farther apart. That gentle nature of Miumi's stance just the nature of it seemed to show that the style Miumi used relied on speed. While that was very much true. Miumi was a speed demon in combat and relied on being able to get within his enemies close range.
When the other seemed to be offering words of encouragement, or a prayer for Miumi's personal safety, while a part of him was thinking are you saying I'm weak while another part was thankful for the concern, while his eyes were focused on the ground until he heard the smack of the metal against the furry skin his gaze jerking upwards. For a brief moment he could swear he could hear the other's hand tightening uneasily around the metal shaft of the staff. While Miumi looked as if the world could be falling down and he simply wouldn't care. This a state of near ecstasy for Miumi. As he slowly let his gaze shift over the other looking for the more weak looking spots. He would have to observe the other's fighting style. As the other slid into an unfamiliar fighting stance Miumi's wolven ears perked up at the smallest crackle of electrical energy. Then there was a sudden excitement within Miumi it was going to begin. As that wild look seemed to grow. It was hard to believe Miumi was even human now. Since he and the doll weren't connected the sense of control was slipping. While lightning began to arc on the other's body the colorful streams of pure energy seemed to amuse Miumi but that look of fear wasn't there. Suddenly a large crack echoed within the air as a bolt of lightning flew towards Miumi, While he pushed off the ground suddenly doing an elegent flip over the bolt landing unharmed as the stray energy seemed to be missing Miumi by mere inches and some even feet.
" So the fun of the hunt begins.
W hen those words left those pretty pink lips, a long cat like tongue raked itself over her lips. As she watched as the other pushed off the ground with an amazing feat of strength, while her senses would allow him to focus. As he looked around for a few moments before he saw the bluish light that signaled the Miumi where the other was. As Miumi watched slowly turning his body in sync with the other's movement Miumi was going to be the hunter. Sudden the sound of something swishing and Miumi looked down as the glare of the sun shown on Miumi the giant shadow that was cast down where Miumi was standing helped give out the others location as the blinding sun made it impossible for Miumi to look straight up without being disoriented. As the other aimed for Miumi waiting till the last moment he could he did a back flip the other would land where he had just been his body pushing off once leaving a few feet between the two. As Miumi watched electrical energy dance into the ground. It was a rather shocking sight to watch but it eerily seemed to sooth Miumi. As the other brandished that staff. Miumi began to take a few steps back from the other as the swung the lanterns attempting to use them almost like extra weapons, but due to Miumi's graceful nature he was capable of dodging most of them. But then the other pushed off and Miumi locked on them.
As the other had become weightless within mid air. Miumi followed his scent much like her hunter like instincts seemed to command her to. As he landed he would have a brief moment of peace as Miumi came in close, his body pivoting sending sand flying upwards towards the other's face as Miumi's body got even closer, he was near lip's distance from the other before the barrage seemed to begin. As this style while it made Miumi vulnerable it prevented his enemies from managing to even lift a weapon as. He sent feinted punched backwards and jabs but then his body dropped downwards sending a sudden kick which skidded across the ground. It was obvious Miumi was going to take this man down but then after his blow. Miumi rolled to the side before rolling slightly forward and pushing himself off the ground. They very style Miumi had been using was based off dance as Miumi kept his rear close to the other and as he had moved he may of created a rather distraction friction against the other's lower regions. Some would call that a low blow while Miumi found it to be a simple way to use the male's gender against them. While the females had more curves to their body making them more precautionary towards their supple breasts and their rear. While Miumi was curvy he lacked the overly large and almost comedic breasts some women had. This was Miumi's body and he was happy with it.
"What do you think Ayamu? . "
H e whispered to himself before the bear spoke, the noise was the bear's stitching coming unwinded it would allow the bear to speak his voice was deep and encouraging much like a lions roar.
"Mi lord your doing fine."
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Physical attacks? She’s using physical attacks in a battle of mages? What the hell is she then? She said she’s a demon, a mage like me, and who knows what else but where does she muster the power for such physical attacks. Could she have lied about her nature, perhaps she was more a martial artist then a mage or summoner. Either way, it was clear she was toying with him now, perhaps to see what attacks he could muster, or tire himself out before dealing the final blow. This was going to be a lot more trouble then he originally expected, but perhaps he could use her cockiness against her. Pride was always Clive’s favorite sin, proud, cocky people never could see past their nose long enough to see that lightning fist come plummeting straight towards their head, Clive loved being that preverbal fist. Now just to find the break in her wall of pride before he gets pounded down. She’s good, but no one is not without weaknesses.
Sand to the face, cheap shot, and Clive makes a mental note to drop his goggles over his eyes the next moment he has that he could. Normally they were just kept to block out the flash from the electrical discharges, the brightness of such could be as strong as a welding torch, however in this situation they would work well against unwarranted attacks against his eyes. He knew this type of attack though, he learned it on the streets, though he much preferred his method only known as ‘pocket sand’ that he’d unleash against other gang members during their petty little brawls on the streets of Lindblum, and he knew this was just a precursor for a close range assault. Perhaps she thought that getting in close would prevent him from using any weapon based attacks, which would work if it were a sword or axe, however a staff was an entirely different weapon, made for both close range and medium range attacks. It didn’t need powerful swings or long jabs to be effective with it, all he need was a tight sweep or planting the end of it into her foot, maybe even locking and knocking her knee out. When she came in close, though he was blind from sand, he was ready. He planted the staff between her legs, her feigned punches didn’t faze him but he was concerned what she had planned, but he couldn’t show weakness yet. When Miumi dropped low for that low blow to the groan, Clive took action then, for the safety of his fun bits.
As Miumi dropped down, she lands with the back of her a knee tight against the staff. Pinned, he jerked the staff up, in hopes of throwing her off her feet. Sand and dirt from the forest floor is shot upwards from the strong strike against the back of Miumi’s knee. A successful blow would send her flipping into the air and landing on her back as if she slipped in a puddle of water, hopefully it would be enough for Clive to get another drop on the woman. In this moment, following his strike, Clive himself jumped then; lower then before, kicking off a tree and landing behind Miumi – and what a nice backside it is. In this brief moment of repose, Clive slides those yellow-lens goggles over his eyes. He now had to think, and think quickly. Even if this was just for training purposes, he wasn’t going to get shown up easily. He might not have as much power as Miumi had, but he’s been around the block a few times to know some things. He took assessment of the situation, a tropical lush forest, a hot ‘chick’ trying to kick his ass, a teddy bear cheering her on (Clive wondered where his cheerleaders were), and a nearby cliff dropping down to a peaceful blue ocean. There is a lot of water around here, making it impossible to use his electricity for the purpose of causing a fire. Something Clive is infamous for, if they were almost inadvertently caused. This would be a good time for an inadvertent static spark fire to flare up, but that was not going to happen in this place. He needed to come up with another idea and quick.
From above, there was a number of green vines hanging from the canopy top. From Clive, there came another cackle and shot of building electricity from his arms, forming at his hands. A bright blue bundle of built up brilliance of blistering blindness to blast to bits Banisteriopsis caapi from above Miumi. He released the charge, it snakes out over air and strikes the vines above, electricity charges through their water choked veins, as it cuts through the vegetation causing a volt packed net of jungle vegetation to come plummeting down from the sky atop them. Clive skirted back, with a kick from the ground. He skids to a stop before spinning his staff around in his fingers. The lanterns twirl around, their connecting cords wrapping around the staff till the lanterns come to a tight wrap at the staff head. They lock together with a spark, causing a minor magnetic field to form. They wouldn’t be swinging around anymore, and in fact, being so close together, it seems that the energy stored in the little glass lanterns was building.
Clive’s tail flickered with delight, this battle was going to get very interesting very soon. He wanted to see what Miumi thought of him, and through this battle, it would become apparent through her actions. Maybe she did like him, somewhere deep down inside. But the question then is how will she show it? Will she beat him to a bloody pulp, act smug, and walk off to see if he’d still follow, or would she pull her punches and let him get a few good blows in or even win as to not to hurt his own masculine pride. He suspected the former far more than the latter. He also pondered when she would bring in that odd bear to slice and dice him, a part of him was wary about going all out for fear she may unleash that thing upon him out of spite. She already showed that she wasn’t above hitting blow the belt and if not for quick thinking with the staff, he’d probably be singing soprano by now. He didn’t need to relive puberty again; it was far too fun now to go back to his childhood biology. So with this thought, was it above her to use that bear to try and castrate him with a few quick sweeps of metal wire – it also couldn’t be sanitary. Tetanus didn’t sound pleasant to die of, especially for a man who could barely keep his mouth shut. It would be torture, pure unadulterated torture to a man like him.
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A s the almost predatory like sinking of Miumi's body began, he could faintly feel the metal but figured the other wouldn't be able to budge him as he continued his descent. But Miumi had underestimated the other's strength as he pulled up suddenly Miumi felt his body felt weightless and as he did he sent a swift kick towards the other's head in his flailing panic. As he went up into the air just a few feet. For a few moments Miumi felt weightless but when he began to fall his weight shifted ever so slightly causing him to land on his back in the soft sand. As the dazed Miumi watched the other's figure suddenly they pushed off flying overhead temporarily eclisping the sun so Miumi spiraled his body ever so slightly looking more like a woman who was trying to be seductive. His eyes were much more like a hawk, the other had been more aware of the combat that they were capable of. She smirked the other had to realize in combat there were no low blows. Part of him was giggling though the other thought he was so cruel as to kick a man in the nuts. Well if he needed to escape but no, Miumi had been aiming to knock the other off their feet and sit on them and pin them to the ground but that plan had just went down the gutter. So now his next plant was to resort to physical combat again.
His eyes glittered with a sense of excitement as he watched the other slide the lenses over his eyes preventing another sand blow. It was another useful trait this man had, adaptation, A part of him thought, if he keeps adapting he just might figure out my weakness. As he began to rise slowly dusting the moist sand from his body as he did so his eyes remained locked on the other. She watched as the other's gaze slid upwards to the canopy where they were many of vines which were filled with water. She was slowly putting two and two together. As he stood there firm for a brief moment before the other pushed off from the ground. As she watched the other she heard it then, a loud cackle of ligthning as she watched the small charge of electrical energy flow up and down the other's arms, she could see the small bolts going from one section of the arm to another. They had a bluish hue to them but with each passing second the lightning flowing around was getting quicker and quicker. Slowly Miumi could see that the blue was beginning to blur slightly and it was like he was charging up for something. Suddenly another cackle went through the air and it caused Miumi to shift uncertainly. He had Miumi slightly wierded out but now bad enough to throw Miumi off his game. As he smiled softly he was ready for the challenge. At this point the gloves were off. It was time for the full out combat.
Those icy white eyes widened with a sense of shock and surprise. As she watched suddenly from the other's body the lightning escaped, it came out as a razor sharp bolt that seemed to weave back and forth, while to many that attack would of occurred within an instant but Miumi's demonic eyes broke it down, he watched as the bolt seemed to slither through the air weaving back and forth much like a snake which caused him to smile it was going to be interesting. As suddenly the bolt hit the green canopy, the scent of burning plants and and the sight of the plants as slowly they began to glow with an almost luminescent quality. As the ghostly blue hue began to hover there until the lightning had sever the top of the vines from the trees. As the net began to fall Miumi was standing dead center, managing to look up and suddenly she pushed off the ground with massive force going in an angled direction. As she flew quickly the net came down just as quickly managing to let out a rather stifled gasp as when she hit the ground falling to it as the net hit his leg. As pain radiated quickly through his leg he just felt it as he flinched ever so slightly. The pain was a burning one but he said nothing as he bit his lips he was going to get the other that much was sure. There were no more games.
" The cackle of flames, the roar of the fire, the howl of the endless warmth. Burn my enemies to cinders... "
W hen those words left his lips, he was watching the other, the way they pushed off the ground sending themselves backwards and as they twirled their staff so carelessly, a soft look of naivety was crossing the other as he watched as the lanterns spun rapidly until they connected, as he stood there he watched as the energy between the two seemed to be increasing but Miumi suddenly looked at the other the soft look of malicious intent. Slowly Miumi reached towards the sky the sound of bones cracking rather sickeningly as the numbness within his leg began to subside. As he looked ahead with a soft gaze suddenly the power of mana was seen as Miumi began to channel the energy with his hand, slowly a large orb of fire began to form, it hovered harmlessly above his hand many would expect Miumi to fire it at the other but slowly. Miumi's hands would begin to close over the orb of flames and it began to slowly condense within Miumi's palm it was scary to watch as soon that black leather he wore was beginning to glow, a subtle show of orange before it began to hastilty shift towards the blood red. While it looked as if it may of been hurting Miumi, he showed no signs of his pain it seemed his own mana wasn't that effective against him but against others it was deadly. This was going to be the other's downfall they would probably be here for a while as this was just one of the combination he could use.
As Miumi pushed off the ground he felt the soft sand squish between his toes, but Miumi moved quickly in mere seconds the other would find himself starring down at Miumi who was actually quite dangerous and intimating looking down with a glowing red fist, which seemed to pulsate. Suddenly Miumi leapt mere inches from the other and slammed his fist into the ground the effect was instant, when the forces clashed it caused an explosion of flames which flew towards Clive, then there were chunks of glass, Miumi had produced so much heat he had managed to turn the sand into crystallized glass. As Miumi let out a rather soft sigh, it was obvious he was bored of that attack after a while seeing his magic do the same things grew bored, But then Miumi squeezed his hand releasing the final bit of flames which actually caused a visible explosion which shattered the rest of the glass. As Miumi's lith body began to rise up rather quickly the look on his face was innocent but he took an instant stance. His legs spreading ever so slightly revealing some more of that milky white thigh. Seduction ad battle went hand and hand for this man. As the boy smiled ever so lightly revealing those white fangs which glistened with a thin layer of saliva. It was sexy it in it's own rather macabre way as he looked at the other those eyes of Miumi's were ones of a fighter.
" Burning Rhaspody "
H e said as he took a gentle stance the bear watched as with each second Miumi seemed to grow slightly more bold and stronger.
"Becareful Mi-lord don't get cocky. . "
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So his initial tactic worked, imagine that, Clive was completely guessing as to what this crazy ‘girl’ had in mind or what she was capable of. So it seems that this is turning into the clash of demon dancer and the street-wise spark – now it was down who could adapt the fastest to the other. This ‘training exercise’ was quickly turning into a battle of wits and ego, neither of them wanted to submit to the other, it was a strange matter of pride. Clive did not want to look like an incompetent fool – it was his survival instinct and his ability to float freely through society and people that made him who he is. Miumi, on the other hand, seemed to have something to prove to the world and wouldn’t let anyone stop her mission. It was beliefs like those that made people dangerous. Clive would never tell her this but people like her, the righteous without allegiance, were the ones who turned into even greater threats then the ones they faced. A saying goes that when you do battle with monsters, take care least you become a monster. Unlike the righteous with allegiance, who could turn into a vicious authoritarian in their pursuit of an ideology and law, those who strived with the same goals yet had no affinity to anything but their very ideology were so easily corrupted into a twisted abomination the likes of which the world could hardly ever have imagined. She seemed so innocent about her goals, but there was something in her eyes that made her dangerous and that ‘something’ made Clive just slightly uneasy – but that could easily be ignored by Clive if those ‘something’ eyes were fixed on a pretty face. This train of thought is quickly dismissed as Miumi’s foot strikes Clive in the chin. It hit hard, making him stumble back just a little but it wasn’t much worse then some of the slaps he’s received from making inappropriate comments to young ladies.
It occurred to Clive that his electrical build-ups were too slow, that was one of his problems in the heat of combat. Unless he could get the drop on someone, they could easy see him charge his magic and act appropriately, this was something he needed to correct. It occurred to him, in a quick thought, that perhaps making a few modifications to his metal wires such as insulating them better could reduce the amount of resistance caused. They were getting pretty old, he made the thing when he was just fourteen and hadn’t updated any of the wires or copper since. It was time he should look into that, but after the battle of course. In the end though, the attack had worked and the canopy of heavy vines fell like an electric net upon her, though through her nimbleness she was able to avoid most of the attack, it just striking her leg and it appeared to hurt – even if she refused to show it. A certain glimmer of satisfaction arose in Clive at this sight, not that he enjoyed hurting beauty such as her, but knowing that she wasn’t perfect. She had weaknesses, she wasn’t immortal, she could hurt, perhaps then there was hope for him after all. He went into this unsure and wary that this would cost him several nights in an emergency clinic and a large quantity of potions, yet this proved she wasn’t as perfect as he perceived. Yet, could she still be toying with him? This next attack would tell.
Clive readied himself for the next assault, drawing himself into a defensive position. Should she unleash a physical attack, he’ll be prepared for that. At least enough to be able to absorb some of the assault, yet when she began to chant of fire, Clive got nervous. He had to think quickly, fire and him never got along. His fur seemed to attract it like lint to clothes, and like lint, his fur was easily combustible – and smelt horrible to boot when smoking. He couldn’t help himself but watch the ball of fire form in Miumi’s hands, like a burning orb of molten steel being sculpted in her hands and yet she didn’t even flinch. Clive figured fire was to Miumi as electricity was to Clive, maybe, where it didn’t even affect him. He could stick a life wire in his mouth and get little more then a mild buzz that actually felt amazingly good, of course only Clive would be strange enough to think sucking on a live wire was a good idea – but a dare was a dare. He lived such a strange childhood – and to think the other odd things he did with electrify on dares or because of curious questions. The life of a walking Tesla Coil was not without its interesting moments. Enough of those thoughts as Clive sheepishly steeped back from Miumi, cagey of Miumi’s intentions with the growing ball of fire. Then the inevitable happened.
Miumi charged and Clive could only react by leaping back, something inside him told him that the strike wasn’t aiming for him but the environment and he needed to not just merely dodge but get out of there as quickly as possible. When Miumi came within the mere inches, Clive took his leap, his right foot to propel upwards and his left foot to use as leverage against Miumi to shoot back. His clawed toes meeting her lower chest, just below the sternum, raking across her as he shoots back. He could feel the burning heat of her attack in her hand, his knee brushing against the smoldering fist. Thankfully, the leather wrap hanging from his waist shielded him from most of the burn; it was much like touching a hot plate very quickly to check its heat. It burned but not enough to leave debilitating damage, though he knew his fur had curled under her hot touch, an embarrassing blemish for the next month or two. In his leap back, he felt the explosion of heat follow him and flow right under him in his flipping leap. It was as if he just vaulted over the sun – a strange wingless flight of Icarus. It burned his back, shards of something mixed in the fire. Fragments spew out, slivers of it embedding themselves in his tail, which incidentally was now smoldering. Clive winced with pain as he landed back in the soft sand, his bare feet enveloping with delightful cool as it plant themselves back to earth, his tail however was another matter. Ths smoldering, shard infested appendage would have to wait till later, he reckoned a night with teeth and tweezers to get out whatever it is now in his skin. The leather wrap and clothes had shielded most of the fire and heat from more vital regions on his body, but a direct hit like that would be deadly. Then the secondary explosion occurred and caught Clive off guard, it ripped out with all the force of a grenade and in the flash of fire, heat and glass. When the flash of fire cleared, all that remained where Clive had stood is just his staff, spinning in the sand before falling over with a several clanks. Nothing else of Clive could be seen.
What crosses Miumi’s mind at the moment, Clive would have given anything to be witness too. Surely she hadn’t expected Clive to make a disappearing act, or was he completely obliterated in the attack – cremated in a hail of fire and molten glass. Assuredly, there would have been some sort of trace of his body there, aside from the slightly smoking staff. Miumi didn’t have to wait long to find out what happened to Clive for in a moment, the rat revealed himself as a bolt of lightning rained down from the sky upon the spot Miumi stood followed by a awkward battle cry as the Burmecian swung from a branch and launched himself at Miumi’s back, feet first in an attempt to knock the demon ‘girl’ forward towards the fallen staff.
In Miumi’s attack, Clive couldn’t avoid the explosion but the distance he had put himself between him and it, was enough of a buffer to prevent serious harm. So here, having rolled away into the treeline in the chaos, he took to a nearby tree and retaliated – leaving just his staff behind. On the streets, you had to think quickly, same applied to the jungle, as Miumi soon discovered as a smoldering rodent flew themselves at ‘her’. Though his more exposed parts suffered from flash burns, his fur absorbed much of the heat. It will take months before a new pelt grew, but what is one to do? His vanity was ruined, and his tail a mess, but he was proud he was able to pull this off. She wasn’t playing around anymore with an attack like that, and neither was he. In the swing of the attack, he hoped that making contact with her back would send her stumbling or flat out tumbling towards his staff. He hoped this would put her close enough to suffer a nasty tendency the staff had. Having been out of contact with his staff, the stored electrical energy contained within it becomes unstable and would discharge the majority of itself after a few moments and it did just that. A tremendous brilliant flash of blue light washed over the them, the light would be bright enough allow those in Besaid to bear witness to it. This event was extremely devastating to electronics; it would shut down any that weren’t properly shielded. He could knock out an entire city if he did it close enough to their main source of power, to a person however, it was far less of an impact, yet if someone without Clive’s natural affinity for the element, being close to it was like get smacked in the body with a wall of crackling lightning. He never used it in a manner such as this, but with the amount of water in the air, the conductivity was high enough to produce visible results as the electricity displaced itself from the lanterns it is stored in.
Clive stumbled as he caught himself on the ground, checking to make sure his cap was still atop his head. It was, thankfully, he loved that silly cap. He dropped into a guarded stance, quickly slapping his tail against the sand to put out the smoldering fur – each smack into the earth hurt like being punched with a pillow filled with needles, but it was better than looking like a walking lit match. As he stood there though, Miumi had got in the way of him and his staff, this was a problem.
“Hey, be a dear and throw that back to me.” Clive asked very snarky.
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WORK IN PROGRESS (WEW MIUMI SHOCKING GOODNESS) Spread these petals, look on the inside
A s the scene began to replay itself within Miumi's mind, he smiled softly as he could see the other wasn't as dumb as he acted at times. He was quite capable as he seemed to warily back down at Miumi's display of power and even defend himself when that hell had been unleashed, this man would make a great guardain if he survived knowing Miumi. He payed careful attention to the other's defensive position and when eh charged it would all begin. He remembered seeing the other leaping backwards he was going to fast to slow down so he remembered feeling the other's body, as his rat like claws drug along Miumi's smooth attire so glad for the leather he wore or that would of hurt, it went over his body grazing where his breasts would of been if he had been a woman. Part of him blushed deeply, this man was a little perv even if his life was in danger. He could sense the other as his head turned slightly he could see him vault over the first part of the attack suddenly Miumi let out a single audiable note, boom. Suddenly he remembered his own body being shoved forward as suddenly a shower of glass shrapnel seemed to go everywhere. It was scary to imagine something so innocent and beautiful. So beautiful could be so dangerous. Soon the disgusting scent of burning hair filled the air and then there was the blood which stained the ground. Miumi seemed to be shocked had he killed that rat.
While sorrow seemed to echo deep within Miumi's chest as the thought of having killed one of his friends seemed to greatly bother him. As he felt a single tear slide down the side of his face. He truly felt bad since he couldn't see or sense the other's presence due to the smell of burnt flesh, fur and blood which adored the air in a disgusting fashion. Could it be even a demon could cry. He heard the other as he leapt from the tree as he turned to face him Miumi was nailed in the stomach by the other's clawed feet sending him flying to the ground and skidding towards the staff, which erupted in power. Miumi's nerves and muscles went into a spasm as the emp hit her, it was stimulating her nerves in ways that were strange. Causing her to twitch after the end of the attack. While Miumi's gaze was focused slowly he rose his leg attempted to kneel while he rose but he forced it under his control. He looked at the staff he wasn't touching that but slowly Miumi closed his eyes and the other could feel the magical energy radiate from Miumi. It was obvious this was going to be a fight that would end up sending them into a slumber by the end. Miumi was becoming more bold and his moves more intricate it was obvious that there was now power rushing through Miumi's veins. It would be an interesting day that was for sure.
" Drops of Jupiter rain from the sky, Show them your true power, petals of energy scatter and seek out my enemies..." "
W hen those words left Miumi's lips bolts of lightning began to rain down towards Miumi they struck him but they showed no effect as his bangled hands began to close as he was pulled into the air by the pure energy. As he hovered there slowly his body began to curl inwards as if he was a baby within the womb. Suddenly his body began to spin rapidly the energy that he was letting out was amazing as bolts of lightning showered the ground rapidly but as he spun petals of lightning flew around rapidly before htey condensed into spiraling orbs. Which rotated around Miumi until there was a surpluss they would fly at the other aiming for different parts of the bodies. While they were made of lightning it seemed they could be harmless, no once they came in contact with something they exploded with the force of a grenade that was covered by something. As Miumi just slowly began to lower once this happened. Miumi brandished his fists ready to countine to fight. This was just the beginning of the battle but Miumi's attacks were still beautiful. A soft grin placed his lips. It was interesting to say the least.
Clive felt giddy deep inside when his little stunt actually worked, it was more of a last ditch effort to avoid Miumi’s powerful blast of fire and glass. Yet, he felt slightly bad for it. It was a bit underhanded and cruel – making ‘her’ think ‘she’ killed him in the wave of fire only to exploit that moment of weakness to get the jump on her with her mind distracted. Thus is battle though, it’s not meant to be fair and shouldn’t be treated as such. A brief respite filled with smug satisfaction flowed into him as the electric blast fell away after washing over Miumi like a rogue wave from a distant ocean – hitting her with the awesome force of nature before vanishing. What made that smugness subside was how quickly ‘she’ seemed to recover from the assault, surely that must of hurt but yet she shrugged it off as if it were nothing. This demon was starting to get on his nerves, no matter what he did, she wouldn’t submit. This wasn’t a battle of life or death, but it would be nice to have a triumphant moment to put on his record. She is something so much more than a street punk, to claim a victory, even a minor victory would be a tremendous ego boost. She then prepared her next attack.
“Uh oh…” Clive thought as he saw her swirl and spin with building energy and he wasn’t going to wait this time. While Miumi swarmed with energy, Clive dove for his staff opposite her. He leapt beside her, head first, and slid to it coming to a stop just beside it. He snatched it up quickly, spun around in the sand and jumped back to his feet. She spoke again, another strange incantation much like the first – this couldn’t end well. By the time he realized what was going on, an orb of lightning spew out and flew at Clive. He didn’t have time to react before it hit, sending a wallop of energy into him. If he hadn’t had that natural affinity for electricity, it could have done some serious damage, but luckily for him, the electrical components of the attack was absorbed, however he didn’t anticipate the explosion that followed. It flung him to the ground like a rag doll, spinning in the air till he landed on his back with a hard thud against a tree trunk. It made a terrible snapping sound. He rolled off into the dirt, bleeding and coughing. He stammered onto his knees, wiping away a trickle of blood from his mouth, turning his head just as another barrage of those lighting balls flew at him. A cackle of his own electricity shot into his arms as he raised them in front of his face, staff and all. Through the properties of both energies, a buffer is created, a magnetic containment that stopped the balls dead in their tracks. Clive stands, pushing against the force of Miumi’s spheres. Sparks of lightning shoot out from his fingers and in the barrier between them and the orbs and once on his feet, he tries using his whole body to push them away. He grunts then lets out a pain riddled yelp as he sends the orbs back, shooting them off randomly into the environment where they explode amongst the trees. A waterfall of leaves and branches – and a few dead birds, rain down onto the battle field amongst Clive and Miumi.
Clive catches his breath for a moment, hand on a knee as he doubles over, spitting out blood onto the sand. His head turns to look at Miumi, his face looking as if he wanted to ask her in very choice words if she was trying to kill him. He was done, but she wasn’t, and he wasn’t going to submit that easily. So, brushing himself off and digging up a bit more energy, he turns and faces Miumi. He drops into en garde, staff at the ready. A surge of electricity snakes through the staff and out with a loud snap, Clive jutting the staff out towards the trees above. As the bolt strikes the trees in a brilliant, Clive’s other hand flicks out at Miumi launching a black ball to her. Hoping that the electric bolt would distract her so that his main intention would strike, the spell Blind. After Blind is let loose, Clive twirls around, swinging the staff around his body and drops into a kneel with the staff out, shooting a bolt of lightning at Miumi from the staff’s head. Brilliant and beautiful, it slithers out in a flash as one long beam of pure electricity. He breaks away, spinning back to his feet, staff low waiting for ‘her’ next strike.
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"Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you have to look out for."
Surges of Mercury, through these veins... I'll erase the pain
A look of concern had laced itself across Miumi's childish features, as soon as the first orb connect he felt a twitch of a smile, so the other thought it wouldn't hurt slowly Miumi was putting the puzzle together, this one had an affinity for lightning, that's why all of his attacks used electrical energy. A small grin crossed his pale lips while then the sound of the explosion caused him to look up. His eyes widened he hadn't meant to use that much power in a single attack. As the pulsating green orb connected with him it exploded. A loud boom filled the air and suddenly Miumi's eyes filled with tears part of him was debating screaming Clive's name. But nothing came out of his lips. He knew at this rate he might end up killing the boy. They would have to go to Besaid. He would withstand the pain of isolation if he must to save this man's life. Since he needed potions anyway. There went some of his well saved money but this man's life was more valueable. As his eyes widened he watched as the other was being thrown around with such force he looked as if he was a piece of paper under a hurricane's force. Miumi's eyes widened with fear as he looked down at his hands. This was what he was capable of and then there was sickening crack. Miumi's eyes welled with tears. He wasn't even the one in pain but why would he keep fighting.
For a brief few moments the world was still as the other didn't seem to be moving to much. Worry laced across his features and he began to walk towards the other. His ears were deaf to the sound of his foot-steps he didn't even know he was moving. As the other orbs began to fly forward, he sent out energy trying to stop them but they weren't responding to him anymore. If anything they seemed to speed up as he noticed this Miumi pushed off the ground weaving around the orbs focusing he actually grabbed branches and caused a series of the to explode as he threw the twigs into their path. The explosion actually hit Miumi in one of them sending him flying to the ground. As Miumi hit the ground a torrent of sand flew into the air. His body had disappeared completely under the sand until he continued to roll. Pain radiated through Miumi's body like liquid fire. While the numbers of the orbs had dropped significantly he could do no more. As he slowly propped himself up coughing out both blood and some sand. His face was riddled with concern. Despite the pain, which was being over taken by the rushes of andrenilla, which seemed to be like Miumi's drug. As slowly he rose. His one arm dangled limply it was obvious it wasn't within it's socket. Miumi grabbed and wrenched it back in letting out an inhuman scream. It filled the air like a banshee's wail.
Miumi watched as there was blood trickling from his mouth, it made Miumi feel bad his will to use his own power seemed to be slipping but then the other began to rise cackles of lightning began to rise up and down his arms giving Miumi a hope as he debated weather to use ice or water, water won out for this one because he knew that he could use water to help the other. As the other rose his arms and staff suddenly Miumi could feel it, the world was balanced for a moment as they repulsed one another's energy as Miumi watched as the other was creating a field, Miumi could briefly see the sparks where they met. It was awe inspiring, this man would become his guardian he would make sure of it. As the other seemed to have the power he needed to fight against Miumi. A smile riddled his face, this boy had the potential Miumi just has to unlock it. As Miumi began to take a few steps towards teh other before the orbs were repulsed, Miumi danced around them elegantly his body looked as if he were walking on the very air that they breathed. An orb just almost grazed him. As they hit trees and birds alike. Miumi wove through it as if was all a dance. A small smile on his face. A child like giggle filled the air before Miumi's bell like voice filled the air with a sense of happiness.
" Well you are doing better then many of my other enemies.... good job Clive, but there are still three more things I must teach you."
W hen those words left his lips, they had a gentle nature in them, he was going to have to help the other at this rate. As he focused on the falling leaves for a moment. As Miumi was still swaying around the leaves and falling debris. Branches showered down around her like wooden spears. He moved flawlessly with ease. The look in his eyes was one of happiness and the smile on his face seemed to show that Miumi was free. While upon closer inspection of his face, there was a look of pain and sorrow. Tell-tales signs were by the streaks of tears which had fallen, when he spiraled the other would see a single tear fall from his face. Despite dancing the other would realize his eyes were on Clive the entire time, Miumi wasn't ignorant nor disrespectful within battle. As the other began to cough and spit out blood. A sting of guilt echoed within his chest. As he just simply pushed it away for the moment. As the other began to move slowly Miumi took her defensive stance, which looked casual. As she pivoted as the bolt of lightning flew into the sky. Her eyes would follow it while she didn't realize the orb of darkness which was flying until it hit her body. Her sight blurred for a brief moment before the whole world seemed to go black suddenly she felt so helpless. Yet she showed no signs of giving up not not or ever.
The bolt of lightning he fired the next time, was aimed towards Miumi, while she was blind she was more aware, as his own eyes closed and he listened carefully before suddenly he could hear the crackle of the bolt, suddenly he pushed off the ground doing an elegant flip. Knowing his own strength as he came down he had to prepare so he didn't break bones, his hand slid forward he could feel the ground as his legs slid giving him a deadly crotched position. He looked like a tiger ready to strike. Suddenly a smile played her lips as she listened. She could hear the other's breath faintly from where she was but as he would move even the slightest the crunch of the sand and twigs and leaves he had littered the battle field with would be the next step. As she rose her hands flew up into the sky for some reason as if she was evoking something powerful it was actually scary to watch as soon Miumi's milky voice filled the air with it's presences. It was another chant, another spell another danger to Clive. Her body was twitching slightly as suddenly it all began.
" Drops of frigid mercury, cleanse the field of blood and pain. Wash away my enemies eternal pain, MERCURY RHASPODY"
A s he spoke his body released a blue hue his hands would glow and he slammed them to the ground, it looked like he was truly blidn but then the water wold actually shoot from the ground from beneath Clive. He had managed to lock onto the other's position as the water would fly around him, it would attempt to cover his body, if it did it would actually begin to pull the glass out quickly and without pain, while also mending the dead fur and such. It had gathered nutrients which would help heal as well as it was pulling dead fur and skin off the other to accelerate the healing progerssing, it also began to swirl removing dirt and grime from cuts and bruises he had caused but to cover up his act. Miumi closed his hand and the water would attempt to slam into his core with the force of another explosion but it was spread out so it would be less damaging.
Was that a tear? A sign of emotion, was Clive’s pain actually affecting her too? Clive could swear that’s what he spied for a brief second after he recovered from that nasty hit against the tree. Maybe she really did have feelings for others that weren’t locked in her righteous drive to purge this world of Sin and whatever else – and Clive wasn’t even a bunny as well. He’ll admit, he knew nothing of ‘demons’ or whatever she claimed to be, and he didn’t care to know. Clive is a simple Burmecian, mortal (though his youthful bravado might try to suggest otherwise), and he knew well enough to not meddle in the affairs of gods or other planes of existence and, as far as he knew, demons were part of these ‘other planes’. Besides, and most importantly, sticking your muzzle into places you should not in this world normally resulted in something otherworldly and nasty happening to you, now should he accidentally wind up in those places was another matter entirely. Like that time he came across that forbidden journal and was chased across the world by some dark force trying to acquire the artifacts mentioned… wait, that was just a dream – or so he believed, those strange memories of events he can’t recall actually remember having kept abounding, even in battle. He brushed those thoughts aside to focus on the situation at hand.
Miumi spoke again, congratulating Clive on his performance thus far and yet somehow, he didn’t quite believe her. If he had been ‘doing better’ then other’s she fought, he feared what horrible things she had done to them. Being a one-trick pony didn’t help the matter either, he felt so inadequate compared to Miumi, whose assortment of spells and abilities left Clive feeling disadvantaged. If not for his quick thinking and specialization in the field of electrical harnessing, this would have been over in a few seconds. But, now that he’s exhausted everything he had, what was he left with to do now? Oh, he figures he could think of something, but he hurt too much and head too tired to try. What was the point, she seemed to be no worse for wear then she was before the battle, maybe a little sore but nothing she wasn’t able to shrug off – unless she was feigning normality. Even after blinded – amazed the distraction worked; maybe next he could try throwing something shiny and save the energy, she still reacted normally. Her senses must be more acute then a Burmecian, Ronso or Vieren. Where the hell did she go to learn all this, and how could he find a way to get kicked out of there in a month.
Her elegant, blind flip, let Clive feeling hopeless. She was too far above him, he thought that much before, but this just confirmed it. If she can do this blind, what hope was there for him? He needed silence and something like immobilize to even stand a chance – something he didn’t have knowledge of. Then Miumi started another chant, and all Clive could do was quietly sigh to himself and wince slightly, wary what was too follow. Suddenly, water enveloped Clive, and he officially began ‘freaking out’ at that moment. He tried desperately to shoo it away, flinging the water off him but it kept coming, washing over him by its own magical accord.
“No no no no!” He cried. “Please not this!” His words were filled with profound fear. His eyes flickered terror, tail tucked between his legs and ears folded back like a cornered, frightened animal. Even as the gentle warmth of its healing properties took hold, Clive paid them no heed. Fear and anxiety were his bedfellows now; he was blind to anything else but them. Seemingly random sparks shot out from Clive’s body, his body arched and cackled with uncontrolled lightning. It flowed throughout his body, unstable from the overload of water now washing over him. It arched through between his ears, flared down through his eyes, teeth, down the length of his body, coursing like blood. What poor ability he has to control the electricity that resides inside him has now come undone and it flowed wildly, he was a live wire dancing on a deep bed of water, uncontrollable and wild. Lightning shot out from his quivering frame, the bolt flew every which way without a sense of purpose or reason into the environment, striking trees and sand and nothing at all. Then, when the water exploded, Clive flew back from the force of the slam. Tumbling head over heal, tail whipping around as he spun through the sand like a rogue wheel. When he finally came to a skidding stop on his front, he looked worse then before. Abrasions have skinned away fur from his pelt, leaving bloody patches while still shards of lingering electricity sputtered out from his body, causing him to twitch.
Yet, after all this, Clive was still not completely down for the count. Though probably against his better judgment, he stirred again. He pushed his upper body off the ground, now caked with wet sand on his fur and clothes. Snatching his staff, he attempted to stand, slowly, but only manages to make it half way and remained on his knees, using the staff for support. Panting, with disheveled hair and the look of a beaten dog, he gazes to Miumi.
“Got… anything else for me?” He calls back, slightly grinning. Shock, not the electrical kind, must have kicked in by now for the pain in his body was nothing more then a cold, numb throb. “I still got a little spark in me, what about you?” The glow from the staff’s lanterns was almost entirely gone, what little bit left just glowed with a very faint blue hue that pulsed as it waned away towards nothing.
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As lightning showered the world around them, Miumi wove around them with ease. While he was closing the other looked far worse he couldn't let this countine as he moved, the sound of a zipper coming undone. It was obvious that Miumi was doing. That vest slid down revealing that tattoo. He knew what he must do as a voice screamed within his head. As the other spoke Miumi would right infront of him in mere moments taking one of the shaking arms despite the electrical flow. Miumi let out a howl of pain before he slammed the other's hand against the tattoo. Miumi's voice filled the other's mind with a gentle tone. While Miumi's free hand went up and gingerly stroked the other's face for a moment Miumi looked like a mother. His voice was soft when it filled the other's ears and he just spoke a single word.
"Sleep.."
B efore the other could even protest. Miumi's body jerked him forward his hand would connect with Miumi's tattoo for a moment it was quiet. There was an unknown warmth radiating from it. As the other's hand connected with the heart suddenly a high pitched noise would fill Seymour's mind loudly it was like someone was slaughtering an entire world at once. As this scream echoed within Miumi's mind he just closed his own eyes. Then there was the burning feeling that would go through Seymour's body. It would feel as if he was being eatten alive by liquid fire, no he wasn't though he was feeling the pain as Miumi's mental barriers seemed to resist his presents. While Miumi felt no pain the other suffered the worst of it as the barrier broke. The other might feel as if he had been stabbed by thousands of swords within his body. Suddenly Seymour would probally feel the worst of it, as their minds clashed their personalities would overlap violently almost like a true fight. Miumi's mind was calm and collected but it was within it's own domain so it soon consumed the other. While it might of hurt Seymour alot it soon separated them. It had gathered the information it needed and created a vessel of Seymour within Miumi's memories. This was the creation of a Lucavi, while the first view he would see was actually from his true mother's eyes. Claudia Harou. It seemed that part of her soul lie within Miumi.
Claudia appeared to be gazing into a long mirror, which reflected not only her but a shadowy figure in the background who lay on a rather ancient and medieval looking bed, while the walls around them were made of stone. Then he could see Claudia, her beauty was stunning, the long curly locks of golden color which seemed to make her look like a doll in appearance, while she was wearing a tight corset of black which connected to black dress which had gothic signs upon it. Her icy blue eyes seemed to glitter with a gleam of what other's would take as hope. Her heart shaped face was contorted with a sense of hope as well. A gentle smile played those porcelain lips. While then her voice filled the air. This woman sounded like an angel or was that just Miumi's vison of her. In the eyes of a child, the mother was god. As turned towards the man who had begun to walk towards them. Seymour would see a man, who was large and bulky having muscles that would of made Titans freeze in horror. His eyes were a golden hue with splashes of green within them. The voice filled the air, it was horse and seemed strained as Miumi just remained still the other would see his entire history. This woman spoke her voice was clear. " I want a child Lucied." He spoke back. "But we can't give birth..." "I know we will create one..." "With what my dear Claudia." "Follow me you shall see." The man let out a small growl of aggravation.
Soon he would see the couple walking down long stone hall, ways to an ancient looking stair-case which lead to the dungeon. He looked at his wife with a sense of mystery as they walked down the howl of both prisoners and the wardens echoed aloud. As Miumi smiled softly he would see the truth behind his own birth. As he watched them walk down they looked at the guard who just nodded and let them in, there were body parts laying everywhere, both demon, human and other races. While his mother walked over to a chest. It was filled with a series of things. She began to draw runes on the ground with blood which seemed so intricate. As the father began to gather some of the paler flesh that resembled his wifes. Grabbing teeth and fangs from both fiend and human like creatures alike. He was filling the ground with a pile of body parts. While his wife stood there before she bit into her veins where she let go her blood was showering the skin, slowly turning that pale skin a scarlet red. While her skin healed quickly her husband did the same. It was almost eerie to watch and suddenly they began to chant the language was strange and seemed to feel almost distant. IT was like the prays of the Fayth, but it was more twisted and sinister. The word new life seemed to come out. As they did this they grabbed a living demon, it looked close to what Miumi looekd like now.
As the man went within the circle, he let out an inhuman scream as Miumi watched ni horror as the man's skin began to rot and he quickly aged into dust. While his parent's had a faint billowy wisp of blue and and green flow from their mouth it was part of their souls and spirit. As it flew around their child's birth place. Slowly all the ingridents they had thrown together began to mesh together. It was scary to watch as blood and bone began to arrange itself. Slowly a small vessel lay there it was Miumi, he looked soft and squishy and his skin was as ghostly white as a dead man. While slowly his eyes would open his mother countined to feed her soul into him until she felt weak. As she did his deep brown eyes turned a cold blue which seemed to glitter with hope. As slowly the wolven features began to erupt from his skin leaving blood beneath the child, this was how Miumi had been created. While time flew by quickly the other was seeing many of a mortal's lifetimes in seconds. Miumi was well over five-hundred years old. He would see Ayamu Miumi's familar how they met and all the adventures. Miumi training, he would see all up to the portal when Miumi was brought to this world. Suddenly Ayamu's voice echoed within Miumi's mind and even Clive could hear. He would see the truth behind Miumi's place on this planet of Spira.
" Miumi was brought her by a man who didn't wish to die.
A is creation wasn't pretty, A long circle of blood and bones was made in a land of the dead of this very world where the fiends were said to lurk, a city that had once been so pretty was nothing but ruins. A man was breathing heavily as he chanted a long string of words. Many fiends have something in them lodging them to the ground. As they all began to age quickly as it drained their life from them. Slowly a swirling purple and red vortex emerged. While Miumi was trapped within it. He was released. As he came out a piercing pain flew down his back as a tattoo was engraved thre but it was different from the one that Seymour was touching, while the resemblance was close. While Miumi was bright he watched in fear as that man was killed before him. Ayamu sprung from the portal slashing at the fiend as it lunged at MIumi. The travel through the icy mountains of Gagzet was visible while then time seemed to speed up as Miumi was now living with a human family within the calm lands. That meant this boy had travelled across Spira in such a short time alone mostly. As he would feel pain as Miumi watched as the couple he lived with had died from a strange disease a guilt flew through Miumi he had always thought it was his fault and Seymour would see Miumi clinging to the bodies screaming why.. did they have to die... Was it my fault?
He would see Miumi packing things up and then burning the house down as if to offer them a cremation. As he watched the house and their ashes scatter on the wind a tear went down his face. He would see Miumi with one of his guardains that had been somewhere in the Luca today, It was Sonzai, he would see Miumi almost dying, then he would see Celeste on the icy plain. Then it was Ignis on the Thunder Plain. For a moment he would see a strange man who was a demon who was from the Guado City to the end of the journey or to Luca. While from Luca he went to Kilika. That man would see Sin, as MIumi was one of the fighters. As the fiend tried to hurt others. Miumi dealt with the spawn like they were simply flies and then even the Kraken and Sin himself MIumi's attacks had devastated them. Soon a fight scene was shown a man of gerat power and having a giant beast against Miumi, how he had fallen so easy, the other would see Miumi's true power as he could see every movement the chant the power that this small body held. He would see blood, Miumi's side had been cleaved open he had ran back to the boat and passed out, he would see Miumi at death's bed as a few men healed him. Then he would see him on Besaid Isle.
He would see Miumi and a clown like man fighting and him putting his life on the line to save that ship full of people.
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Clive was confused by Miumi’s sudden change; she didn’t appear to wish to continue the fight anymore. Be it pity or something else inside her that she held of the pathetic looking Clive, it seemed this was the end of the ‘training’. Clive was grateful; he didn’t know how much more he could handle with another round of melee. His body burned and ached, pain shot through parts of him he never imagined could hurt so and as she approached, he felt a slight sense of calm, he really didn’t see her as an opponent but rather a deranged teacher, like some lofty master of an art who cared by inflicting pain and pushing one to their extreme most limits. The sound of a zipper send a giddily little jump spark inside him, watching with both curiosity and horniness. Her touch was soft as she took his hand, and it was if her voice filled his mind – then things went sleepy and black.
Unimaginable pain consumed him, like a nightmare of agony. Strange, foreign, otherworldly magic seemed to consume him in a blaze of suffering. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, it was as if his body was being pulled apart by a 1000 hot needles, his mind was not his own anymore, it was under the control of Miumi, like a puppet that sees the strings and can do nothing about it to change his fate. The horror, the horror of this vision that befalls him like a video sphere fast-forward, he only sees glimpses of things past, like phantoms caught in the mind’s cobwebs these images filtered through. It felt as if Clive had lived lifetimes all in an instance, a dream that he couldn’t wake. Familiar yet queer, upset in it’s balancing of reality. Why was he being shown this, what was the point? His mind became overwhelmed with the inundation and he felt himself slip as the vision sputtered near the present.
Before his mind gave way and he succumbed to the encroaching darkness that the flash of memories left behind in their wake, something he read once back at the school flashed into his mind. Why it did, he didn’t know, why now. A simple little poem from a book he can no longer remember.
The waves are breaking and the sand is soft and warm. It is paradise.
There are murmurings of an ancient knowledge lost - a true Golden Age.
Will the flames clean you - Wash away all of your sins - Or will you be burned?
Where are memories - Are they only in our heads - or twinkling in stars?
Then the darkness came and he drifted into a dazed sleep.
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