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A s the long journey towards the boat had been rather tiring and due to a few nights of near restless sleep. So Miumi lay within his cabin for the beginning of the journey across the sea, his eyes were gently shut and his features were soft and fragile. As he smiled just gently within his slumber as he realized that his next destination was Kilika. As the fragile boy lay there silently until a small jerk caused Miumi to awaken. As he just slowly climbed out of the bed. He wondered what had happened just walking through the halls in his normal attire. the soft sound of his weight hitting the boards was almost soothing, when he arrived on the deck he could see some rather familiar faces. It was shocking but there was, Clive, Ignis, Draco, Celeste, and not to mention Sonzai he would wave to them all. A soft smile crossing his face he wondered if Bay was somewhere below deck.
For the last three days, Clive has been contemplating that question as the ship he boarded in Alexandria made its way down the coast into Spira. He had only once gone this way, by land, and ended up in a tiny village of Besaid where he met that strange girl – least he believes to be a girl, named Miumi and her psychopathic talking teddy bear with the steal whips that just seem to itch to rake flesh from bone. A part of him feared running into Miumi again, though the more vociferous part of him screamed otherwise. An unsettled irk in gut told him they would met again, and the closer the ship sailed into Spira, the more that little irk grew inside him till he felt slightly queasy – or the feeling could be from the motion sickness. Clive hated the water (specially seawater), not only for the obvious reason that it disrupted his electrical properties, causing them to go haywire when in mass quantities, but also for the fact he got motion sickness quite easily – though he would never admit that its probably purely psychosomatic. He could not wait till they got to this place called Kilika or Kiklia, or wherever the ship’s destination was – long as it was far away from Alexandria.
On the morning of the fourth day; the evening before they had taken on more passengers in some large port in Spira, Clive found himself on the weather deck aft, staring out at the endless expanse of sea, the blue water, crisp ocean air, and the occasional fish breaching the water. It was serene, peaceful, quiet, but Clive was far busier trying to keep his stomach contents inside him. He hung his head off the side with droopy ears, disheveled fur, and a lackaday tail sliding on the deck with the list of the ship. He looked miserable. There were others on the deck as well, people he didn’t know, nor did he care who they were right now. He just wanted to be miserable alone – that was until a familiar voice spoke up behind him.
It’s Miumi, of course, and Clive couldn’t tell if he felt excitement build up inside him or another, less pleasant sensation. Yes, he remembered her, how could he forget. He still felt bits of glass inside him on occasion. His tail has never been the same since that ‘practice’ battle in Besaid all that time ago before he returned to Alexandria to drink the weeks away and led to him being here on this boat destined to gods know where. Then it occurred to him that he probably doesn’t look his best right now, a prospective female would not want to see a man in such a disheveled state, so quickly he fixed his hair, rubbed his eyes clear and fixed himself while he was turned away. Frantic, he wanted to appear he knew ‘she’ was on board; he needed something, a gift perhaps. That’s when he got a ‘brilliant’ idea. A school of flying fish were escorting the vessel and when one breached high along the side, Clive lunged over using his staff for leverage and snagged a fish in mid-flight. He spun around quickly with a grin of a cat that ate the canary.
Acquired: 1 Flying Fish
“Miumi! What a surprise to see you here!” Clive says with excitement. “Um, want a fish?” He extends his arm out, his hand grasping a squirming fish struggling for air. Clive cringes at the sight of the floppy fish and sends a nasty bolt of electricity into it, zapping it dead and making an actually quite pleasant smell. “Caught it for you, I did!” He gritted his teeth and in forced smile, obviously unsure what Miumi would make of the dead fish in his hands.
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It was about that time, with his small boat out of action Ignis was now forced to spend the little money he had left traveling, although, in this case, the ride was free. He had offered his services to the men on the boat to protect them from anything hostile that they would be unable to defend themselves against, and so far it had been a relaxing trip. Right now the worst they had, had to deal with was an unconfirmed sighting of Sin, and when it had turned out to be a false sighting they had gone back to their every day business soon after. Ignis was sat, half asleep in a large deck chair on the end of the ship, overlooking the distance they had already traversed. While Ignis was not overly fond of the water he did not deny that it could be quite a magnificent sight, lost in his own drowsiness and many thoughts he could not help himself, he dozed, falling asleep.
"I think he's ready Kaime. He's certainly proved how much of a threat he can pose. Both in battle and in recon." Came the bass-voiced reply of that Red-Robed-Man, Ignis had never been told the guys name and had often wondered why, not that it really mattered much, Ignis was given a task and he stuck to it, the only guy he had really ever spoken to was that silver haired one. Ignis tried to remember the name as the Red-Robed-Man and Kaime had one of their rare disagreements. No, he was not able to remember it, well; it was not like the guy was difficult to pick out from the others.
"Are you sure you're ready for this Ignis?" He was forced out of his small daze by the shock of the question alone, Ignis rubbed his eye and then yawned widely, it had been a fairly long week. So far he had, had to eliminate several relatively powerful fiends for the sake of some guy that only two weeks ago had been deemed unimportant.
"Yeah bud I am." He was lead through an intricate network of corridors and large doors, and was soon in a large circular opening lined with numerous, grand sized double doors, a large sign framed the top of each door, and each sign read something different, however, Ignis had no chance to even begin to try and read what was written before he was lead into the exact center of the room. There was a small silence as the Red-Robed-Man seemed to prepare some kind of ritual.
"This will push you to the limit. Once it is all over, if you survive, then you'll have earned your place here." There was a sudden rushing sound and Ignis soon found himself stood in a familiar place, outside a familiar village, shock gripped him as he realised where it was he was stood.
He had no idea it was possible to zone out in a dream, but here he was, witnessing everything in rapid succession. The Drake Slaughters, in which his birth parents had been killed all the way up to the end of the witch hunts, looking as a younger version of himself and the woman he had called mother were dragged out into the village square.
The woman screaming to leave them alone, the child crying after his surrogate mother, the flaming torch being raised into the air. And he was running forward.
Ignis jerked himself awake, sitting bolt upright, the color from the human mask drained almost completely. He drew in a deep breath, sitting still for a long while, merely holding his head in his hands; he began to wonder if these were regular occurring, or merely the end result of his trip here.
"Jesus Ziggy. Some Drake you're turnin' out to be." He mentally insulted himself, knowing full well that even though he was still young that had his life gone uninterrupted that he would probably be a completely different person right now. He yawned widely, getting back to his feet, turning as he heard a familiar voice. He allowed a small smile to work its way across his features, well, at least not everything had to be so harsh, he had some friends after all.
"Damn dude. If this ain't unexpected!" Came the call. He dusted off the long black coat as he made his way forward, happy that at least there was one familiar face he could talk to right now.
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[OOC: Apologies for the late post, been feeling pretty demotivated for a while now.]
Celeste looked out into the horizon of the sea as she leaned on the railing of the ship to Spira. She had sneaked aboard not having enough money to actually pay for the trip. As she looked on, her mind wandered. When was the last time she went to Spira. It was a mission of assassination. She had done her work that day in Spira. Before then she had been randomly traveling places looking for clients or just traveling just to do so. Traveling was difficult and dangerous sometimes but it was soothing...fun, at other times. Spira was also the place where she had met a strange boy... or was it a girl? Anyways, a child named Miumi. She had just gotten out of the inn and went skating in the frozen lake, and that is where she met the child. He was fighting off a fiend whom attacked him. She remembered an odd talking bear he called Ayamu. Celeste recalled his magnificent fighting skills as Miumi fought the beast. And the feeling she got when he looked into his crazed eyes and soft, feminine features. He wasn't human. She knew it when she felt connected to the child. HOw, she could not say.
Celeste closed her eyes as the wind hit her face and her hair whirled in it, as well as her black cape with the crimson symbol on it. This was peace, this was tranquility. The times where she could get her mind off of her troubles, the faces, the memories, everything, which was hardly ever. Traveling at random. Smelling the air which carried dozens of fragrances; feeling the wind on her soft skin; Listening to the various conversations that carried on around her, the voices.
Celeste turned and leaned on the railing and opened her eyes. SHould she have? Her eyes bulged open in surprised as she took in the image she was seeing way on the other side. Sonzai. Her features calmed and a sly smile spread on her face as she turned back around wrapping the cloak around herself. What a surprised. "Well, well...if it isn't Spikey." Memories filled her head. Their meeting. Their fight together against Fenrir, whom was now her summon. Her decision to accompany him on his own adventures. She did owe him, after all.
And then another 'pleasant' surprise as the voice of a certain child rang out amongst all the passengers present. She turned her head and saw there not far off, Miumi. She turned her head to the other side and rolled her eyes. "Great..." She turned again and saw that others recognized him as well- including Sonzai. What were the odds, A billion to one? Irritation itched at her, but at the same time fascination. He certainly was an interesting child. What WERE the odds? It must have been fate. She did not move from where she was and instead looked on to where they all were from where she was, her face passive and calm with a smirk on her face that was hidden behind the whirling hair over her face.
*Draco was on his way to yet another continent he didn't really pay attention to where. He was in his usual traveling ritual of locking himself in his room and going into his half form, and in a meditative pose listening to everything that went on around. Sensing every person. Feeling the rhythm of that boat as it sailed over the waves. Draco was going over the individual people on board when a familiar presences hit Draco. One that was very similar to his own. One of a demon, but it was hidden as if trying not to embrace itself. That boy.
*Draco quickly covered himself in his coat, folded the collar over his face, and put on his bandanna. He left his cabin in search of the boy he had met earlier before on his adventures. He tracked the boy down, following his senses until he finally located him. He noticed some other people around the boy, or maybe enemies, either way Draco wished not to get involved, and knew the boy would handle himself. Draco just stood in the background keeping Miumi in sight*
He watched as they all took their places. Out at sea, there were no witnesses. He had gotten aboard the boat as a cloaked figure, before the summoner had even got on. He knew that this one would take the ship to kilka though. His hood was up, hiding his face. However, his gauntlet claw, razor sharp gripping weapon. And his katana. Spelled out, to those who knew him. Just who he was. However, as far as he knew. Nobody on this ship had ever met him. Personal to personal contact at least. It seemed. That all these people knew each other. Connected by the summoner. Guardians in all. He spat on the ground. Not true guardians. Their own lives each came before that of the summoner.
On top of that none of this group. Not even the summoner. Was spiran.
In his eyes it was a disgrace. And thats why he was here. At least. Part of the reason. A Lucavi summoner. A demon. It was against the teachings of Yevon, and he had no doubt that this boy was sneaking into the temple and tricking the fayth with his profane powers. No doubt that he had used the same trick to recruit so many guardians. Either that...or there were too many heritics in Spira for him to abide. He was here to deliver a message. A message of pain. For that is how Yevon worked. There was always a chance given. A warning. And his blade would be the warning today.
They were far enough out at sea that there was no one that would come to help them.
Not that many would dare try to pass Zero's blade aside.
He stepped forward from the shadows. Slowly making his way towards the Lucavi. " Demon of the profane....". He called out to the creature. No doubt this would attract the attention of its guardians. " I am here to put a stop to your heritical journey...". He would speak no more, except to tell this Lucavi his name. And title. So that he knew, just what he was to face. " I am Sir Zero Lorgana, Guardian of Lady Adiona...future High Summoner of Spira...". His eyes glinted under the shadow of his cloak. " And your Journey ends here....( Hehehe word play <_<)". He reached inside himself, and although to him it seemed like hours passed, in reality, only seconds moved with the wind as he unlocked the power of his potiental.
Energy like white fire danced along the outline of his body. A small shockwave shot off, the timbers below his feet groaning with the pressure of his power. Each person aboard would feel a similar effect.
[[Spiritual Release: Level 1 ACTIVE]] Effect on Zero: Strength, speed, defense all increased for 3 turns. Effect on others: Constant crushing pressure ( slow status) for 3 turns.
With that he held out his arm. A mumbling of words long forgotten in text, a warrior monk technique. With that. Each of the people on board ( bar Zero) would in themselves marked with a symbol of yevon on their right hands. This symbol sealed all magical powers and abilities for a short time ( 3 turns). More than enough for him to get his message across.
Slowly he unsheathed his katana, dropped into his fighting stance. And dared one of the guardians to attack.
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[[ This is an example of how plot quests can be interupted by heroes and villians with a purpose]]
”Oh great, an a-hole.” Those were the words that crossed Clive’s mind when this ‘Zero’ appeared on deck and confronted Miumi. So, though he thought, that there were others involved in this Guardian business all over Gaia and Spira. It is news to him, mostly interesting news but then, if he was someone else’s Guardian then why is he trying to stop us? Isn’t he therefore on our side? This, again Clive mumbles, is why he shouldn’t get involved in the politics of crack-pot religions and governments. Well, too late now though, he’s trapped on this boat with a man wielding a nasty looking sword and probably some mental instability. Just another day in Gaia, he supposes – time to do something foolhardy.
Clive stepped forward just as Zero finished his fancy little speech, which he probably rehearsed for the last two days or so while he sat in his cabin brooding like some wanna-be badass with a complex. Least that is how Clive figured it; why else would someone interrupt such an occasion. Perhaps he wasn’t held enough as a baby, or his mother liked to spank him in sadistic fashions for petty grievances. There were many possibilities; all of them seemed legit enough. So without further ado, Clive raised the fish in his grasp into the air and… was about to throw it when a shockwave smacked him full force, throwing him back against the railing. He stammered, but caught himself, fish still in hand. He turned back around to face Zero, but then noticed something peculiar, and crushing. A heavy weight had fallen upon him, his movements were slowed and heavy, like the ship was trapped in a place of unusually heavy gravity, yet Zero seemed unaffected. Obviously some type of ability, a very annoying ability that was going to make this a lot harder then originally imagined. That means it is time for some thoughtful negotiations. He threw the flying fish, though his arm weighted; it flew quite nicely at Zero, aiming to plant itself – hopefully, on the guys face. All those years playing stick-ball on the streets actually proved useful.
Lost: 1 Flying Fish
“Hey! You! Yah, you! Mr. Dark and Soliloquy… yeah I really wasn’t paying attention so it was for me.” Clive called, slowly approaching the mad monk, staff tapping onto the deck with each heavy step. For a moment, he caught a glimpse of something on his right hand – some type of strange seal and immediately he realized his casting abilities had just been axed, this left him with just his staff, which operated outside the normal means of magic control. If he could hit him with it, he could zap him like he just tangoed with a live wire – but then again, this slowing was going to make that easy at all. “What is your problem? Come here, throwing your weight around, calling people heretics and demons, and what have you… yeah ok I lied, I listened. This- this is why our world is so messed up, cause of zealots like you.” He scolded with an outstretched finger. “You fundamentalists are all ‘rawr, I hate you cause you’re different’ and ‘rawr, I hate you cause you don’t believe in the ways or god I do, rabble rabble’, why don’t you just leave Miumi and the rest of us aloneeee.” He drags the words on, adding emphasis to it. “Take your fundamentalist and backwards ways elsewhere, to some prayer meeting or something.” He chuckled to himself, he really hated the overly religious types, truly believing that both the aristocracy and the churches, are the root cause of most of Gaia’s problems. “Or is this all ‘cause you’re afraid that ‘demon’ is gonna lay the smack down on Sin and your little summoner is having tantrum issues about it. Well what is it?”
His slow, staggering steps now put him dangerously close to Zero. Only a few feet apart from one another on this ever shrinking deck, Clive couldn’t help but feel he was doing something dangerously foolish. “Well, come on now, don’t stand there. You just going to dazzle us with some fancy show and not deliver? You sealed our magic, slowed us, well then this should be no problem for you – specially now, since you obviously needed to employ such a handicap against us. So come on, beat up this little rat, big man. All I got is my staff here, no more magic, nothing. Just me and my little staff.” The lanterns atop the staff glow brightly, obviously still charged with something. If he could only push past the slow as much as possible to distract him long enough for someone to come up with a plan.
Now, he was too close and spoke up, he had to make good – though Clive knew he was going to regret this and badly in the end. He felt compelled to protect Miumi, specially after the incident in the jungle – though he still insists he would have been alright. He looks to Miumi for a moment. “It’ll be alright, I got this.” He looks back to Zero, "I don't got this, I reallly don't got this," and charges at him, sweeping his staff around his body. His movements were slow, but his resolve quick and strong. He attempts to bring it down and across Zero, then sweeps back criss-crossing over the man’s chest in any attempt get at least a hit in. In one last ditch effort, Clive leaps into the air, though not nearly as high as he normally could, just enough to vault over Zero and spin around over him. He lands and attempts to bring down the staff upon him with a powerful overhead swing. A flash and cackle of expelling electricity spews out with every hit, be it flesh or the wood of the deck, a hit from the staff will still cause electrical damage should it make contact with Zero or anyone else.
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*Draco watched as a man went right past him calling out Miumi, the other demon like Draco. Draco had never had an attachment to anyone, but with Miumi it felt different, like how some would feel to a little brother. Draco did not like how this man was calling Miumi out. Now Draco did not think of the boy as defenseless, but this man Zero seemed to be an opponent who would provide too great a challenge. Draco was about to kill the man, he could feel his predator blades on his fore arm, readying the gears to extend, and plunge into the man's neck, too close to the spine, that even if he missed the throat, unlikely but possible, the blade would pierce the spinal column rendering the man immobile. Draco was about ten feet from the man, and in his demon form he could easily clear this distance in one bound. Right as he took the first step, muscles tensing ready for the killing jump Zero did something, and a shock wave that blew Draco back form the step he had taken*
What was that?
An ability.
I feel normal, like human normal, but my senses seem to have stayed with that of a demon's.
*Draco looked down to make sure he still had the gray tint to his skin. He was definitely still in his demon form, but his physical abilities seemed to have slowed. This made Draco hesitate. He had to rethink. The man would probably be able to see him coming, and if he was half as strong as Draco thought he was, would be able to dodge our stop Draco. He had to protect Miumi though. This was the one person he could call friend, and he would not let him die until Draco had no life left in either of his bodies. Just as Draco scrambled his mind for a plan, the man talking to Miumi began attacking Zero. This was a bold move, and he could see Zero was much stronger than this man. This didn't stop him though he seemed to distract Zero enough. As soon as Zero would begin his retaliation Draco would strike. Using all the stealth he had acquired over his years of hunting, Draco creeped around Zero as not to get noticed , but to eliminate the distance between them. Now about six feet between them, and Draco in his blind spot he just had to wait for Zero to busy himself. Swing the sword, throw a punch, anything that would make him incapable of stopping Draco. There Draco waited patiently.*
Ignis had lowered his hood and started to make his way toward the Summoner Miumi when a man stepped forward, at that moment and intense pain slowly clawed its way through Ignis' head. He let out an involuntary scream as this happened, the experience was as painful as it always was, yet this one was different. He could see this man, "Zero Lorgana" over many instances, in fact he had even fought him several separate times, yes that was it. He remembered this man and by the time he had come back to his senses he had only one thing to say.
"Role reversal? Wow, didn't see that comin'" He said out loud, looking down at his hand as Zero began his assault. He could feel it already, despite his close affinity with fire remaining intact his control and ability to cast it had been blocked, he rolled his eye and hissed through his teeth. That trip through the gateway had taken more from him then he had initially anticipated, oh well, he would just have to fight without the use of his fire magic for the time being.
"Well, that makes me about as useful as a co- wait. What?" He remembered with some difficulty where Zeros' allegiance had ended up and laughed out loud as Zero went on about heretics, and the fact that a Demon was a Summoner. In fact Ignis was on his knees, laughing too hard to stand up.
"Oh... My... God... DUDE! Talk about irony!" Ignis half yelled breathlessly, finally summoning up the strength to stand up straight. He tried as best as he was able to ignore the crushing sensation flowing over his body and his severed tie over his fire spells. Drawing in a deep breath he summoned his guitar in a wave of fire, not being magic he still at least was able to do that much... Ignis shook his head as he thought of it, well that would probably be about as useful as he got right now since he was unable to use magic.
"Dunno why you decided to attack us here dude. Numbers game mean nothin' to ya? Ya clearly don't stand a ghost of a chance!" He sniggered at his own comment and then fell silent, shaking his head once again.
"Oh yeah... Sorry dude, wrong guy... Kinda." He said cooly, taking up a stance in order to play his guitar in. Well, the others that Ignis had guessed were also Guardians to Miumi were beginning to take up defensive stances, which was good, it meant that Ignis would be able to stall for just a little while. Taking a step back he rolled his free hand into the air, striking a pose, and hoping above all else that it would provide a much needed distraction.
He didn't say a word, but took each of what they said into his mind. The first one was a rat boy, Zero stared at him with silent eyes. This one was likely from Burmacia. The raining city, he'd never been there personally, but had heard about it and its people whilst living for a few months in the city of Lindblum. The boy raised his hand, ready to throw something at him. His reaction was othing, at least that was visible to them. He had already sent in the motion of preparing to slice whatever he threw at him. His sword, flashed upwards, and slight droplets of blood flashed across his face as a perfectly sliced fish fell in place before him. He closed his eyes and resheathed his sword.
Such was the style, instant draw. Instant cut.
However, it seemed that the fish was merely a distraction, the boy continued his rant, talking about how he needed to seal their powers to defeat them. How wrong this boy would be after facing the dark gaurdian. Incoming the staff. Clearly it had some kind of magical properties to it, the sparking at the sides would likely have given him a shock. If he wasn't in spiritual release. Increased speed, strength. And defensive powers. As the pole came down towards him he watched. His increased speed had increased his perception. Each second seemed to take three times longer than it actually did.
However to those on the outside, his movements would seem much faster. His gauntlet claw came up and grabbed the staff. The claws wrapping around it in a kind of death grip. He felt the electric pulse running through him. But because of his spiritual release it felt like nothing more than a mild buzzing sensation. With that, he yanked the staff out of the rat boy's hands. It would likely be somewhat of a suprise to him. BBut Zero had perfected this technique long ago. There was a reason he had sealed their magical powers. Because melee attack counters were his speciality. And he wanted to make this point to Clive. Painfully.
He spun the staff once, and then forced it downwards. There would be a sickening splat and crack. The sound of blood hitting the wooden planks of the deck. As Clive's own staff impaled his knee. The disturbing feature of such an injury was that usually staffs had virtually no penetrating power whatsoever. With this done he turned to the others.
[[ Bleak Future: Grab an opponents weapon during a melee attack, disarm them, and counter. Impaling one of their limbs, rendering it ueless for the remainder of the battle [ Word Count for counter reduced by 50%
Clives Attack: 152 Required for Counter: 76 Words done: 238/76
Clive's left leg is disabled for the remainder of the fight.]]
Zero looked to the others. The tanned man who had screamed earlier on.He seemed to have calmed down now slightly. However his actions were...annoying to say the least. He raised up his gauntlet claw. And then cut it through the air. As he did so. A crescent blade of razor sharp energy shot out towards Ignis. As he recovered from this attack, his next movement was against Draco. As his hand fell from performing his Ultimatium technique on the other gaurdian (Ignis). It moved to his sword, turning and drawing at once. Slashing at Draco.
T he world had faded away for a while, it seemed as Miumi stood there on the deck with a blank look in his eyes for a while, it was as if he didn't see his guardians which stood around him for a while, it was true he saw creatures, each of them from different worlds but who had come together to protect him, around each of them he saw a halo of light against the darkness of the deck. As Miumi blinked once or twice he saw his friends coming back, he smiled softly for the briefest of seconds before a large shadow was over cast upon them Miumi's body spiraled and looked around for the very source of the problem. The look upon Miumi's face was one of shock, it was a mystery how long that man had been there and Miumi felt ashamed as he failed to realize both the threat to himself and the guardians that traveled with him at the time. As the man stood there a wicked glint kept radiating from the weapon that he brandished as Miumi stood there almost like a statue. There was something about that man, he felt cold and twisted almost like a serpent or the very essence of death. For a few brief moments Miumi felt strange as if he couldn't breath the coldness of the other's gaze was like having a dagger ran over your skin, just light enough to rise it but not cut through. This man was a monster.
As the cloaked figure stood out menacingly against the rest of the crowd, Miumi's eyes closed for a moment he saw wings coming from the other's backs they were stained with blood and instead of his sword of steel he saw one of bones, as he blinked again his vision cleared and Miumi shook head for a moment, as if he were shaking off the essence of slumber, no this was something else, some might call it a forewarning of the things to come no this was just what food on a long journey could do to you. As well as cases of amnesia. As Miumi stood there for some reason it almost felt as if there was a cold connecting running from Miumi to the man known as Zero. There was something about the scent that this man produced that was just so familiar, it was close to his own only colder and it held a more irony scent, which brought back thoughts of death. The look in this man's eyes which Miumi could only see slivers of, was one Miumi was used to it the coldness was one that screamed that heathen, He was used to being judged but those who met him and found out he was a summoner many of them at least interacted with him. As a soft look of distain formed across Miumi's face. He adverted his gaze as if this man knew some dirty little secret about the innocent child standing before him.
As the other began to move towards Miumi, his body instinctively flinched away taking a few precautionary steps backwards as if to put some distance between the two he focused sending his energy into Ayamu, luckly this bear ran off two forms both Miumi's life energy and his magical energy so if one were to be cut off, he could still subliment the other as long as they were still alive, now if magic was completely destroied then the bear would die again, much like he had during that Frosty creature. As the energy flew from Miumi to the bear, it flared to life, those black eyes becoming a ghostly whitish blue and it began to stir the chains of energy could be seen sliding along Miumi's body, they glimmered softly but soon disappeared as the bear leapt from his shoulder landing on the ground beside Miumi. As it gazed at the other the two stood side by side but Ayamu would let out a low growl, this man there was something wrong with him. Then he spoke, that voice was cold and laced with the very essence of malice, it caused Miumi to flinch at the very tone but the words he used were like daggers running through his mind. A small glimmer could be seen along side Miumi's face could it be that even the demon's cry. As it slid slowly down the one side of his face Miumi looked ahead his eyes were wild almost like a cornered animal.
There was a problem with Miumi's look, the same problem there was with a cornered animal, you never knew what they would do and when you were cornered you fought back stronger and harder then you ever did in your life. As his gaze slid around the ship to those he cared for, he took a step towards the other. Trying to ignore that voice, that made him tremble slightly, he knew that he had to be strong for his guardians as well. As a few on the boat began to shift into both offensive and defensive stances. As the other introduced himself, he seemed almost confident that Miumi was going to die here, Miumi had no intentions of letting that happen as he looked at the other with a gaze that was so cold it would be like looking into the depth of the blackest heart. As Miumi's eyes twisted and looked dangerous as Miumi smiled softly, as if this was merely a game revealing rows of long sharp teeth. As his friends seemed to move around if they could work as one this man would fall in mere seconds. Miumi was refraining from getting involved, he wouldn't stoop so low as to prove the other's point to call him a heathen and an abomination. Then the tone of other's voice was cold and calucating as he seemed to emphasize the word end in Miumi's ears. But apparently he had more tricks up his sleeve. This man had done his research it seemed.
Suddenly the other would come to a dead stop, Miumi could feel it he was doing something, the energy that was radiating from him was icy and actually caused Miumi to shiver as suddenly he felt a pressure, it slammed down on Miumi so quickly and so unexpectedly Miumi let out a small gasp and teetered back and forth unevenly. He knew this effect before it was so much like slow, he had managed to over come it before in that fight with Kefka, as he slowly took a step forward, he was better off then the rest of the group, he was naturally fast. So even when he was slowed he could probably fare better. As his gaze slowly slid over the other and suddenly it fell to his hand which had a burning sensation. He looked at Ayamu for a moment who nodded his head and stepped forward, Miumi knew that this spell would slow his bodily reactions so Ayamu would have to speak for him, as Miumi focused their thoughts for a moment melded, the weapon and the wielder became one. This is what it meant to be a warrior. As their personalities clashed with a fiery spark which flew up and down the chain slowly they existed within perfect harmony. The black wiry stitches that sewed Ayamu's mouth shut unwound so quickly that the wires left gouges in the deck, thin slices that were from the rough wiry metal within the cloth. It then spoke, it's voice was booming and commanded respect.
"Miumi can't agree to that, Miumi is sorry but Miumi will countine Miumi's journey not just to bring peace but to show the world a lesson, that everyone can work within harmony, race and skill doesn't matter.... but the very essence of friendship does. Miumi is asking nicely, please stand down, MIumi has no wish to fight but Miumi says if you hurt Miumi's guardians... no Miumi's. , Miumi's wraith and vengeance will be swift and deadly.... Now please back down....
O nce the bear had finished giving that speech, Miumi was chewing gently on his lips maintaining eye contact with the other suddenly someone began to move, he didn't even need to look for who, he knew by the sounds of the feet hitting the ground it was Clive, as Miumi realized this he wanted to scream stop but his hand just flew out as if he was going to try and catch the other, his hand would just barely graze the other's clothing as he ran. A look of concern filled his face but then he remembered how the other had faired in a battle against Miumi, he was stronger then many and his will to keep fighting would always allow him to keep fighting when others would of given up, but that stubbornness would get him killed. He noticed that the other had thrown that fish and he had just realized that the other had sliced it in half within a second, his movements were so quick Miumi hadn't even noticed it. This man was dangerous but he would let Clive prove that they weren't afraid to fight as Miumi himself knew that if Clive was hurt, he would snap. As he was holding onto the wooden banisters. His nails were digging into along with his fingers so hard, that the wood cracked dangerously. There was power within Miumi's body it was only a matter of having the will to use it. He was going to it seemed as he looked at Ayamu and nodded once.
As Ayamu seemed to be thinking about the rant, the images and sound flooded Miumi's ears with words he had been lost upon. As Clive stuck up for Miumi a look of happiness slowly slid across Miumi's face, a single tear slid from his face but he let this one fall, it wasn't one of fear or sadness but one of them that allowed you to feel happiness in a way you hardly ever did. As Miumi's hand slowly loosened the fear of losing was fading as slowly Clive began to take the offensive. As they got closer to one another Miumi seemed to watch, he was looking for the other's weakness it seemed as Miumi slowly stepped closer as well as to show he would fight, no this summoner wasn't like the rest, he would fight with his guardians because he loved them all like a family, they gave up their goals and dreams for a while to help him. They risked their life and they offered their lives as payment for the journey. They were becoming the family Miumi had no true memories of as he looked ahead he saw not just his guardians but his friends. He wouldn't let them die even if he had to die to protect them. Each of them knew Miumi was a demon, many of them were okay with the fact that he wasn't like them, some embraced him for it, some even were just like him. His gaze lingered on Draco for a second.
He watched as that man began to inch ever so close to the other, he was like a black panther hidden among the trees waiting for the moment to pounce it's prey, just like the fly trapped within the spider's web. Each of them a single strand, despite being so thin and weak, when they worked together they could ensnare the other so tightly that he would never escape. Miumi knew that this man was doomed in a sense, despite the power he held, he would probably realize that his guardians would keep fighting if it meant to protect Miumi. Then there was Miumi who was going to fight until he was dead, he was born within the world of blood and death and he fought and slayed countless creatures. He was a warrior and a creature of the blood. Except he didn't claim it as his own. Since he came to Spira, he attempted to avoid killing even those who were trying to kill him. A brief image of that man known as Exdeath flickered through his mind, the malice that the man held towards Miumi, he could of killed him in the end but Miumi chose to retreat. Did it make him weak, no it was that very compassion which made him human. That very essence to be able to forgive made him strong, only the weak held a grudge, the strong got over it and over came their weaknesses. As his gaze was locked on the battle. The look on Miumi's face wasn't one of horror but one of acceptance.
As he remembered the countless battles, the rushes of pain and pleasure which came from the burning andrenilla pumping through his veins like liquid magma, some would say he was addicted to the sudden rush of warmth, the feeling of being capable of nearly anything and realizing it was true at times. As he seemed slightly lost in thought as his fingers came to his lip and chewed on the nail absently. Those glistening fangs seemed to shine and shimmer with a thin layer of saliva which connected to some of the teeth with a spidery like web of liquid. At the thought of that his eyes shifted to the man known as Ignis, who had a rather troubling look upon his face, Miumi realized that this man had become cut off from the very thing he loved, the flames that had saved him back in the thunder plains, with each of his allies being disabled, he knew this put them at a disadvantage as many of them has personal styles which relied on something, Miumi had no magic so all he had was his speed and pure power. Despite being just one, he could stand against the very army of the marching seconds of time, he had lived far beyond anyone's expected years, older then many of them people on the ship combined, yet just an infant among these people. As the eons of time played back within his mind slowly the boy took another step forward. The look on his face was one of happiness, the trip would of been boring if Zero hadn't showed up. As Miumi stretched his limbs, the sounds of cracking filled the deck.
Suddenly Miumi noticed that Ignis was laughing, he seemed to be laughing in a state of near hysterics which kept him low to the ground, it was rather amusing to know that this was one of his guardians, but Miumi knew that this man was far stronger then that playful face lead on. Miumi watched as Ignis struggled to rise for a few moments and Miumi's gaze remained locked onto him. Ignis didn't seem as shocked by the power of this man, could it be that they had fought before which meant they may of had an edge, one of them might have known the other's fighting style. As he watched as suddenly a pillar of fire flew from no where and from within it, emerged that guitar that he had seen the other bash in the skulls of a few fiends with, a look of confusion crossed those features. Why the other had chosen a guitar as their weapon he would never understand, Miumi had a teddy bear armed to the teeth. This was a strange group to be within but in a way it was his family. As he looked over there were people from many different orgins, but they managed to co-exist because they had to worry about people they loved, some came for the fame, some came for the power. He believed that Clive partially came for just Miumi. As a brief flash of the kiss to the cheek flowed through his mind, he knew he should get emotionally attached to people, but it was his curse his deadly weakness. He loved people because they accepted him. It was the people like this man infront of them that tried to hurt Miumi, those people were cursed with ignorant and they walked a path of isolation. In the end they'd die alone.
Suddenly Miumi heard a loud crack noise, followed by the smell of blood which filled the air, suddenly Miumi's face twisted it was inhuman, that innocent child was no longer there. As Miumi's hands clenched so tight he was bleeding himself, his nails cutting into his skin as his gaze slid upwards, he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his leather gloves which had had a small metal plates within to protect his hands, they weren't meant for combat but accessory while slowly Miumi's eyes came upwards, they were cold and almost murderous, as Miumi slammed his fist backwards into the wood, which resulted in a shower of wooden splinters, non which were strong enough to pierce the leather gloves. As Miumi looked up his voice filled the air, it was cold and malicious sounding, Miumi was going to gut this man like a trout. His voice boomed loudly and commanded the attention of everyone on board, even some of the travelers who had come as well peaked their heads up from below the deck in a fearful fashion. The edge to his voice was sharp and could cut through the mind of even the strongest warrior.
"..... Your going to die now.... you hurt my beloved guardians, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to hurt you now so please atleast make it interesting.."
W ith that gesture, Miumi's battle would begin, as he cracked his knuckle with sickening results, looking at the slivers of the wood he had broken off. None of them were long enough to jam into to many painful places, so Miumi would settle for the next best thing, he just needed the other's sword for what he planned, maybe a disgusting decapitation and then smashing his eyeballs. As Miumi took a step forward, suddenly it felt as if there was an opposing force, Miumi's will was strong for a moment they might of believed they saw the very essence of death clinging to Miumi's shoulders. As he fought the pressure, it wasn't something he wasn't used to. As Miumi began to look at the people at the deck, his eyes were narrowed, cat like and seemed to hold a bit of knowing knowledge. As the other would probally turn around to face Miumi. He knew that he was only proving the other's point about how he was a twisted little demon, but he was going to kill this man with good reason, he hurt his friend... no his love... He couldn't deny the fact that he felt something for Clive, that kiss was proof of it. As he bit his lip nervously. It was rather awkward for Miumi to admit he felt something like love. But as Miumi looked upwards his eyes locked on the other's body. Miumi's hands clenched so tight his veins were visible from under the tight leather.
Suddenly Miumi's head reared backwards and he let out a deafening roar, which seemed almost like the mighty Ronso except it may of made some of them quiver in their loin clothes. As he shook his head, he revealed those wolven ears loaded with their piercings and his wolven tail twitched expectantly. Slowly Miumi lowered himself slightly to the ground adapting an almost what some would say was a lycan's position. Not completely erect and standing tall, but somewhat crouched allowing for quick pivots or counters, but Miumi held his own adaptation, they would find out about the Sonia Barrage, it wasn't a combat ability but a technique that Miumi and many were capable of doing. As Ayamu jumped onto Miumi's shoulder resting there. He leaned to his master and whispered within his ear, the other had a plan as always Ayamu was the more strategic of the two, Miumi would go into a fight head on against an army and not care. As he giggled playfully as he took that one step, it was slightly maniacal sounding. Those playful fangs had a crimson tongue running over them as his attack would begin looking at Loci and then he looked to Ignis and moved his eyes from one to the other hoping Ignis got the hint. Slowly the edges of Miumi' vision blurred, the distracting sounds of sea-gulls and voices from below faded away. All he could hear was the other's breath and his own heart-beat which sounded rather slow.
Suddenly he felt it that rush, as he knew this man was strong that feeling knowing he could possibly die, that warmth flowing through his veins, it was addicting as his heart sped up, his strength increased, he wouldn't back down easily as he felt his heart beat change he pushed off after one of the rather awkward beats. Moving with some speed, he wasn't nearly as fast as he usually was but still he pushed off the ground flying into the air. For a moment he felt weightless as Ayamu suddenly flew from the deck, for a moment the two were sky born, while in mid air, Miumi began to spiral the chains coiled around Miumi, they were heavy and weighted but they would pull causing Miumi to spin rapidly like a top. His physical features were blurred, this only slowed the physical movements but Miumi was able to use their rather strange weapon command, it would cause Miumi and Ayamu to spiral as Miumi began his descent he nodded, Ayamu would begin to unleash his blades. The chain shortened somewhat so that he didn't end up killing one of his own guardains as Miumi would come down to one side of the other. Not only would he have the blades coming towards him but Miumi was trying to ensnare him with the chains. As they were like being coiled within a massive beasts's hands they were rather hard to escape from and took different shapes depending on the energy.
While Miumi spiraled the chains extended and countined to spiral, Miumi's own body wasn't facing the other it seemed that the bear was just toying with the other for now but the claws would occasionally come near enough to rake his clothing just enough for it to pull a few strands away showing that Miumi was getting close, as he focused he walked near Clive leaning down to the other. He would place a gentle kiss on the other's lips. It was the only thing he could think off at the time. As he grabbed the staff in one hand and the other's leg in the other. He couldn't laeve that in there. If it was moved the wrong way it could break the leg entirely. As Miumi focused, He braced for the pain he knew was probally coming using the gloves to isolate the lightning, thanks to leathers rather resourceful ability. As he grabbed it. He blushed and looked into the other's eyes as if they were counting down the very numbers. Slowly Miumi's grip tightened on the other's leg and his staff. Miumi's teeth gently latching themselves playfully to the other's lip. As he was trying to distract the other from as much of the pain as he could knowing that Ayamu could only buy him so much time before he would have to get back into the battle. He was using Ayamu's speed and twirling blades as a distraction which would come in for their synchronized attack.
As Miumi focused, his hand tightening around the base and lsitening, he could hear the blood and the bone, He would tighten his grip so tight that it was like a steel vice. As slowly he found the angle it had gone in. He slowly began to pull the staff out, as soon as it began to slid. Miumi pulled it out as quickly as he could without moving it. With the hands of a surgeon and a grip of steel. The staff would be out in a matter of seconds. While the guard of the staff, he knew when it came out of contact with Clive's grasp he would actually throw the staff to the ground knowing what was going to happen, no he knew what was going to happen but he was going to trap the man within it. As Miumi kissed the other a final time on the cheek before he pulled away. The bear and the boy began knowing there was only a few seconds till the reaction he needed. As Miumi knew that had hurt, he knew he'd make it up to Clive being the nursing assitant. As he spiraled his eyes narrowed and he would shorten the chain. At this close distance it actually would make it rather hard for the other to maneuver around Miumi and his deadly partner. As they moved in like a pack of wolves coming for the kill. Miumi knew that he had wasted some time but he prayed that they had kept the man within his sight.
As the chain shortened it would being to coil inwards as Ayamu was being pulled, the two would actually flow in sync, Miumi moving the opposite way of Ayamu, while Miumi's sudden lunge began. He jerked the chain with a sway of his hip it would bring Ayamu in quickly as Miumi came from the other direction. The blades claws of Ayamu were aimed for the other's fragile face. Ayamu wanted to help gouge this man's eyes out while Miumi's hip's pivoted in a fashion that might of been painful for anyone else. Miumi pulled his fist backwards. He would slam it forward with enough strength to normally break bones. It would come fairly quickly. As Miumi's eyes narrowed he looked at Draco and Ignis again and looked dead at the other. He was saying don't let that man get out of the circle that Miumi had created. If they could attack in a trinity of attacks. IT would end up crippling this man. They each were strong. Ayamu and Miumi then spoke in sync.
All he could recall was losing grip of the staff, it ripping from his grasp in an instant. He didn’t know how Zero did it, it was too quick, whole thing unfolding in what seemed like a matter of micro-seconds. His eyes flashed with the twirl of blue from the lanterns spinning through the air before him then suddenly there’s a snap and his world goes white. By the time he regained his senses, Clive found himself flat on his back with his own staff protruding from his left knee, sticking out in a horrible, sickly fashion. Clive had no idea what to make of it; he just stared, dumbstruck at the sight with his head raised just slightly off the deck. It felt surreal, not even any real pain, just a peculiar chilly throb emanating from the horribly injured knee. It felt disembodied, as if he was see the injury on someone else – detached and foreign. He reached out with a shaky arm to feel the wood and wound – that’s when the flash of pain shot through his entire body, nearly making his stomach twist and expel. The realization of what happened washed over him and he lets out a piercing yelp.
He began to hyperventilate, looking to the wound and the battle unfolding, eyes darting quickly between the two. He crawled back, over the deck till his back rested against the side railing. He left a streak of blood behind in his wake, and struggled to stay conscious as shock began rearing its ugly head. Then, he felt that soft kiss, a gentle caress. Miumi had come to his aid in this fray; he wanted to protest but failed to find the words – the wound was bad, but there was more pressing matters at hand. He just let the demon do what needed to be done though, yet regret that ‘she’ pulled the staff out as ‘she’ did, the pain felt beyond mortal means and Clive could only let out a scream, overshadowing the dull clanks of the staff hitting the deck and sliding away. The moment Miumi turned away, and with his staff out of his grasp, Clive quickly dropped his goggles over his eyes in anticipation of the inevitable.
Ol’Zappy goes haywire: The staff, out of Clive’s possession, explodes with a powerful burst of electro-magnetic energy, producing a brilliant display of blue-white light – temporarily blinding and distracting those in the vicinity. The EMP that erupts from it, though not necessarily harmful to organic entities as it is electronic; anyone close to the eruption is affected with light electric damage. All electronic devices in the area have a chance to be completely fried; those not destroyed will have to be reset or repaired. Hopefully the ship wasn’t using any advanced equipment for navigation, because now they will be running blind.
As if on auto-pilot, he quickly rummaged through his pockets, tossing aside the lint and random junk he pilfered from the ship as he wandered its passageways and decks till finally coming to one of the hi-potions he actually legitimately purchased in Alexandria. He popped the crock with his mouth, spitting it aside and downs half the bottle in one long gulp, pouring the rest of the potion over the wound. The wound stops bleeding and the pain dulls, but it would take a lot more work then a simple potion could muster to fix that injury. For now he was stable, the shock subsiding, the bleeding ceasing and would partially sealing. He tosses the bottle over the side and staggers up to his feet, using the railing for support. With his body weight hanging heavy on the ship’s railing, Clive musters a sadistic little grin.
“Zero! I’m still standing… ya git!” Clive exclaims with a mocking laugh towards the zealot while he shuffles with his bum leg dragging beside him, using the railing as support, till he is close to his weapon. He hobbles towards it, leg dragging uselessly behind him then painfully bends down to pick it up. Now with the support of his staff, his movement improves – though the heavy gravity wasn’t making it any easier; but till magic is returned, he’ll be out of this battle. “Miumi! Chaste the bastard!” He calls, waiting and watching. He wasn’t out of this, he just had to wait for the right moment – that’s if Miumi didn’t rip out his vital organs before he had the opportunity to.
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His eyes moved away from the two other targets and onto the Lucavi itself. The demon was an abomination. He remembered the last time he had faced one of its kind. In the war between Galbadia and Midgar. That one had said many strange things during their battle. But ultimately the demon had ran from his final assault to join his ward. He wondered if this demon would be as powerful as the last. The one known as Belzera. He listened to each one of its words. To back off and leave now? He could have laughed.
But the battle rage was upon him.
Usually warrior monks supressed their emotions during combat to ensure that they would't lose themselves in a rage. Zero had managed to utilize both. The sheer strength of rage. With the serene mind of a warrior monk. The end result was his " silent rage" . In battle he rarely spoke his mind, lost to the battle high that would come from the rage flowing through him. Giving him the strength to withstand wounds and continue attacking. The demon placed on leather gloves, it seemed after the attack upon Clive, the demon had entered a rage far beyond what he had seen from the. Up till now. Quiet Lucavi. Zero prepared himself for what was going to come. But first the Demon seemed more interested in healing the wounds of its guardian.
The staff was pulled out of his leg, and within seconds the thing emitted a huge wave of electrical energy. Not an attack per say. But he was glad that it was against the tenants of Yevon to use machina. Otherwise any he would have carried on him would have likely been broken.
Then came the attack from the summoner in the form of a chain and her weapon. Unlike with Clive, he made no move to avoid it.Or to block and counter. The weapon moved in. It was more of a form of intimidation. To show he did not fear death. Nor the creature that thought itself high enough to bring it. To show the creature. How futile its attempts were. The claws of the weapon first hit the white flames of the spiritual release. Then moved to his skin. Dangerously close to his eyes. His skin however in spiritual release was un-naturally tough. Akin to chainmail. A mild cut formed on the bridge of his nose, spanning under both his eyes. Blood began to flow, in minute ammounts. It was nothing more than a shallow cut. But even so. He didn't blind. Didn't take his eyes off the demon.
He moved his hand over his sword.
" My sword, brings upon you...Yevons Wrath....".
As his hand reached the end of the sword. Two additional marks of Yevon would find themselves imprinted on Miumi's body. One on his left hand. The other on his head. As they settled. Miumi would realise. Just how futile this battle had been from the begining. Her muscles were completely frozen. Leaving him a living statue. Unable to move. But able to think. To see. To breathe. And perhaps the most cruel part. Able to feel everything that was going to happen.
[[ Yevons Wrath Activated:The final secret sealing art of the warrior monks. Created by the heroes of Bevelle during the Zanarkand war for use against stronger an larger opponents ( the aeons), this seal plants itself on the opponents limbs and forehead after the incantation is said. Once the seal is on the opponents body, their muslces will be completely frozen, rendering them imobile. However this is not the same as the paralysis status effect.
Rendering only the muslces unable to move. The spell leaves the nerves intact, meaning that whilst in this state. The opponent although unable to move will be able to feel every single thing that happens to them. Due to the sheer power of this seal, it is immune to all forms of anti debuff magic and seal resistances. The seals power however derives itself from the users vitality. Costing them 100 exp each 2 turns it is active. It also curses the user with the slow status effect. ]]
Zero felt the tell tale signs of the strain of using the seal upon him. But he didn't show it on his face. The seal naturally reduced his speed. But since he was in a form of enhanced speed already. It had merely brought him back to normality. But he would not want to use this technique for long. He rarely ever used it. But felt compelled to do it. To show this Lucavi the height of his foolishness. His eyes moved to Clive. Crippled for now, he wouldn't be fast enough to save his summoners. The other two were positioned by the cabin. And he and Miumi had long since moved from there after the demons attack. Calmly he walked over to Miumi. Grabbed the demons front collar with his gauntlet claw. And lifted him into the air.
Motionless as a sand bag. Unable to do anything. He felt the draining of his vitality eating away at him. He had to end it now. He looked at the demon. "....This is...but one reason...Adiona...will be high summoner.....You are not yet ready to face me....nor are any of your guardians....". He tilted his head. " This...is but a warning....I do not expect to see you on the pilgrims path....". With that. He finished it. He would not remove the seal before removing his ability to do battle. So. He drew back his blade. And stabbed Miumi in the torso. It was a non lethal strike. Missing vital organs. That much he ensured. But it would be none the less painful. With that he tossed the demon forwards into the sea. With a splash, and the staining of the normally clear water with blood. He watched the demon sink.
He looked back over to the gaurdians.Clive in particular. "....Waste your time trying to fight me...and he will drown....choose...". With that he drew his blade and sliced the ropes on the side of the ship, dropping a smaller threeman lifeboat. He jumped ship and moved into that. He set up the small sail on the boat. And headed towards Besaid.
((Sorry about being a little late. Thouhgt i should still dodge the attack)) *Draco watched as Zero tensed. Now was the time, but he was tensing the wrong way. This stopped Draco. Then it hit him, Zero knew he was there. He reacted quickly asZero began his attack on the other members, before just bringing a regular swing down towards him. How insulting. Draco could follow this man's moves as if they were in just regular time, and he wastes his attacks on the other opponents. Now true he didn't know the other allies of miumi, but he could tell they relied on magic, and that was one weakness Draco did not share with them. So when the stroke came Draco had his blades intercept Zero's sword so it was caught in between his two. He then slid them away from his body and sprung back. When Draco landed he saw the one called Clive get stabbed in the leg. Draco was about to jump back in the fight when Miumi entered. He watched, and followed the battle up until Miumi got stabbed, and Draco booked it, running as fast as he could. Miumi fell over the edge of the boat, and a second later Draco was behind him. Draco grabbed Miumi right as they hit water.*
*Draco resurfaced with Miumi and saw Zero sail off. The coward. Draco shouted in rage after him.* "Know this warrior, you have caught the eye of a predator, and I will find you, and you will taste my blades."
*After taking a few moments to calm down Draco called up to the other men onboard, in a very calm and even voice* "Could one of you throw down a line?" *Draco began swimming, needing his advanced physical traits to keep close distance with the boat while keeping Miumi a float. Draco finally looked at Miumi's wounds. they didn't seem to peirce any major points, which actually would take some skill to do, or atleast knowlege. Draco would find Zero one day. Find him and show him what a true demon is*
Celeste turned around as a strange looking man came out into the gathered and spoke directly to Miumi. Celeste watched carefully and listened. It was quite the annoying little speech, but the man was strong, Celeste could tell- maybe even strong enough to take on the lot of them. She glared at the man thinking of what to do. Before she could do anything or think of anything, three other people who seemed to be associated with Miumi stepped forward and confronted the guy. And she knew why. There was a pressure she didn’t know how to describe on her. She felt heavy and she almost lost her balance for a moment there, but stepped out to gain it back. She took a heavy step forward after the others were attacked, flapping her cape back with her right hand and placing it on her sai, and did nothing more. But she eyeballed her hand for a moment and brought it up. There was a strange symbol on it. She had read all about it in a book once. All her casting abilities were now rendered useless. Celeste heaved a heavy sigh, as heavy as her annoyance and anything else.
“fantastic…just…magnificent …” She said between clenched teeth, sarcastically.
She listened to what the others had to say and although the words were a bit straightforward and maybe a little dull, she couldn’t help but agree. Who was this man to go prouncing around and causing trouble, calling people this or that. She know how much SHE hated it when people called her names for being a half-breed or some insulting elf name, like the soldier who called her a forest bitch on Midgar and she beat him down to a pulp. It made her hot at the ears and face flush red in frustration. She wondered if it made Miumi feel any different.
The man seemed to be here for, more or less, religious reasons. Miumi seemed to be something out of the loop for their kind, or something along those lines, and needed to be punished. It made her skin crawl with Goosebumps. This guy was such a nuisance. Celeste continued to glare on through narrowed eyes at the man as her impatience grew, especially for the added weight. She liked feeling as light as a feather, as agile as a cat as she was, but this was going to make things a bit complicated for her, a rogue. “Hmm… I almost feel…human.”
The man was after MIumi, and therefore, was now after us as her guardian. She knew there would be trouble. She sighed. There was no backing out, although she almost wanted to. But the thrill of the fight had her locked and adrenaline flew through her system as it never failed to do at the nick of battle.
She watched as the others charged and she watched as the man landed an assault right back at em’. Miumi wanted to stop this, she could tell from the look in his eyes.
Poor Miumi looked wild, like a prey that clearly can’t get away and has nowhere to go; no escape. Celeste couldn’t help it, she did feel for the kid. It was unlike any feeling she’d had in the past, ever, like the feeling of a mother about to lose her child. What could be a good word to describe this feeling, she couldn’t but her mind to it. She thought back to the time she had with him in Spira. The strange connection she felt with the demon child. Like invisible threads intertwined together unsuspectingly. Celeste had simply come along this trip because she was in real search of herself, who she was, her purpose in this life. Celeste walked a lonely path, living only for herself, but searching for something more than this. Life must be and mean more than this; a purpose. But now she was beginning to think that there was a lot more to this than meets the eye, or simple thought. It was much deeper than that; the feeling that fate had brought them all together.
As Celeste continued to watch, waiting for who knew what, something happened. One of the fighters got hurt, and Miumi’s face twisted into that of unimaginable hate. She knew that now he would charge at the man that called himself Zero. He charged and things started happening really fast. The rat man lost his staff somewhere in the blur of the battle and was injured pretty badly. Was this what got such a great reaction from Miumi. It seemed so as she watched Miumi move to heal him. And more… Celeste looked away towards Zero.
It was a good thing Celeste was far off from everyone else, practically outside of the circle; she was unharmed by the staff’s effect. Celeste would have used heal on those who needed it, but unfortunately it was not possible. She did get the urge to join in, and other urges such as cheering certain people on. The pomp part that made her was burly and she didn’t allow herself to say a word, or join in. She felt as if she would be in the way if she were to join in. Maybe if the situation called for it, she would, but it didn’t, at least not at the moment.
She watched once again as Miumi waged war on the peculiar Zero. He seemed so emotionless and didn’t phase one bit although he did seem to be suppressing a whole lot of that emotion. Much like an elf would do. He took on the attack without retreating, a very impressive feat. He moved his hand over his sword. “My sword, brings upon you...Yevons Wrath...." he said.
Celeste’s heart beat like the wings of a hummingbird at the thrill of adrenaline that flowed through her veins as she intensely watched. She saw that there were now two marks imprinted on Miumi's body- One on his left hand, the other on his head. At that moment, Miumi seemed to freeze. And everything else seemed to stop in time at the nick of that point in the battle, if only for a moment. She watched as the demon took a hold of Miumi in the air, the child unable to defend.
Celeste lunged forward. There was no way she could possibly contain herself any longer. Her human blood boiled strongly over her conservative elf blood. She felt the heaviness on her body, but as immensely fast and agile as she was it didn’t make that big of a difference, and the adrenaline and anger she felt at the moment seemed to make her faster as she drew her long dagger from her boot. What exactly did she think she could do against that monk? She hadn’t the slightest clue about it. But she couldn’t sit around, not anymore.
But she froze. She stopped in the middle of running to charge towards Zero because he was gone. The blood that pumped was a loud and painful thumping in her head and heart. Before she knew it, another one of the ‘guardians’ went overboard for Miumi as he was thrown, before she could make even a single move. She should have done so earlier in the battle if she was going to be of any use. So when the one with Miumi in the water called for a line, she threw one down at them and pulled them up with her great strength. It was strenuous but she managed to pull them both up. She cast CURA on all the injured party members. She took Miumi from the other’s hands and cast another CURA on him as he needed it more with the injury he had. It was not fatal, but it was bad enough. She put a hand on Miumi’s forehead after placing him down, still in her hold. Her face was as hard as ice, as cool as can be, but with a hint of worry and care. She was now wet from taking a hold of him, but she didn’t care. Her auburn red hair hung down over Miumi’s soft pale face. Her deep emerald eyes searched for something in his.
“Are you alright?”
Her voice sounded a bit worrisome but rang like a bell, soft and soothing to the ear.
All Clive could do was watch in horror as Zero snatched up Miumi and imprinted her with this ‘Yevon’s Wrath’. A horrible paralysis technique that, honestly, should be banned by some international convention before it is used again. What type of cruel creature would do that to any living thing… except maybe clowns, clowns deserve such torture. This man came with a message and he certainly did make good on delivering it. He spoke to Miumi, stating his final ultimatum, a threat about the pilgrims path, and all Clive could do was stand there, supporting himself – watching, as if this was some horrible chocobo wreck. Then, the worst happened. He drew his blade and pierced Miumi through.
“Nooo!” Clive yelled as he tried to lunge forward, his knee giving out under him and causing him to collapse like a bunch of broccoli upon the wooden deck of the ship – the wound reopening in his knee. He cringes in pain, blinded by it and before he knew it, Zero was upon him with a message of his own. Clive kept his mouth shut this time, just gritted his teeth with the thoughts of the many horrible things he will one day do to this monk – which made him fail to realize that key word Zero had spoken. Then the fled.
Struggling back to his feet, bleeding and in agonizing pain, he rushed as quickly to the railing as possible just as Draco flung himself over the side to save the summoner. Thank the gods he did, because Clive couldn’t swim. He never learned and would never learn, that being the bane of his existence as a Thunder mage – water. In normal, small amounts, it was fine. He could drink and clean and what have you, but to submerge himself in it, never. Draco reemerged with Miumi and he felt a weight lift off his heart. He assisted Celeste bring them back onboard and thankfully, after she did, she cast Cura of the lot of them. Clive’s knee went to work healing itself and before a few moment were up, any outward indication of damage was gone, it just ached and would be stiff for a few days now assuredly.
Immediately, he came to Miumi’s side. She still remained motionless in Celestes arms and he was at a loss on what to do. “Miumi, wake up! Come on.” He tapped the soft demon’s face. “Dammit, don’t do this to me… us!”
Suddenly, a voice flashes through Clive’s head like a bullet. “ You have your chance, Miumi needs your help now.” The space coyote said.
Clive groaned, “But how!?” He yelped, loudly, appearing to talk to himself.
“How should I know? I am just a memory; I can’t give you any new information.”
Clive groans, “Stupid space coyote! Celeste… Celeste right?” He asks, looking to her. “Let Miumi go. Trust me.” When she obliged, Clive kneeled over the young summoner, resting both his hands on Miumi in strategic locations. One hand sliding under ‘her’ back to make contact with the spine while the other rests just above the right chest, he then tried to comfort ‘her’. “I’m sorry, but… this may hurt a little. Gods, let this work.” He closed his eyes, focusing what little electricity he had left, arches of electricity spark along his fur, down the gauntlet that rests on the summoner’s chest, and down the wires of the other arm under ‘her’, on her back. Then a loud thump is heard as the charge expels into the demon’s body – in a desperate attempt to restart the electrical signals between ‘her’ brain and the rest of her body, forcing muscle contractions. It was the only thing he could think of that may break the power of the seal’s placed on ‘her’. “Work, dammit, work!”
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Sonzai walked out toward where the Frozen Miumi was. He stepped forward and looked at the boy. He had never seen something like that; not that kind of attack that the stranger had displayed. Miumi was not moving.
Sonzai took his bracelet off and put it on Miumi's wrist; no avail... This was not magic; it was something else. Sonzai didn't know what to do; this was not something he had ever seen before; except...
*flashback*
Sonzai stood in the middle of something that looked like a training room within his house. On his hand a book which he was intently reading.
Sonzai was trying to do something; force something out, but was unable to.
"I guess books don't help..."
*end of flashback*
This was not magic all right; Sonzai had remembered reading about spiritual attacks. This was something that only Yevon's monks knew how to do, and not something that any old book could ever teach you how to use.
"He won't move... even if you heal him with magic" said Sonzai as he stared at Miumi. "Spiritual attacks... usually not a powerful attack, has no element, and seldom anything that caused great physical damage... I can't believe I'm witnessing such a thing... "
I want to learn it
"Sorry but I don't think I can help at all with this; I don't have enough knowledge to treat this... but maybe the monks of Yevon will know something about this... "
Zero was long gone... and they needed to get the kid to any place where he could be helped.
Sonzai took the bracelet off form Miumi’s wrist and put it back on. He looked at the girl; the one whom he had met in the lifa tree. “For now… let’s heal the injured ones… and hope the seals wear off… ”
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OOC: Sorry for the late response. Been somewhat busy and low on muse as you can notice
*Draco sat back, but not very far. He had let the others do their magic on Miumi hoping it would help. Draco only knew how to heal people the old fashioned way, and right now that just wasn't good enough for him. Always sitting at most three feet away from Miumi he watched as each tried their own way of healing. Magic, shocking, an item. All of it not working. All of it pointless. One mentioned a seal, and Daimon seemed to writhe at the mention*
It is not something we are ready to face yet.
*Draco tried to coax an answer out of Daimon, he would need this information for when he kept his promise. Zero is lucky. Lucky he left when he did, lucky he didn't bleed. For if Draco had acquired that, there would be no hiding from him, and he wouldn't have been able to stop Draco till he no longer had a body to fight with.
These thoughts, along with those mixed of tasting blood began to spur Draco. He could feel Daimon's presence taking over the body, making it stronger, making him want to change.
We said before, we must wait before we can be one.
Draco in an attempt to calm himself clenched his hands to the deck. He concentrated back to the problem at hand. He huffed at magic. What good was it? It took forever to learn. Takes all your energy. You never have the right spell, and if you do it's not strong enough. Now true Draco had learned a little magic in his journeys, but they were simple things, not something he would rely on in combat or dire situations.
One of the other people grouped around Miumi finally spoke up and said they couldn't do anything now so they should just heal who they can and hope the seal wears off. With this Draco carefully, but with force, haste, and skill picked Miumi up, and began to travel back to his room. He wouldn't leave Miumi here, and he didn't want anyone else to move him. Before any one could make a fuss about Draco moving the boy, he stated with a deep demonic voice*
"I will be taking him to his room, and I will look after him."
Draco also detected that Miumi's temperature had dropped a minute degree. Draco took off his coat exposing his gray skin, and his blades were showing. He also noticed that the water had flattened his hair exposing his ears and black horns. So if any one had a doubt in their mind about his species, there wasn't one now. He wrapped his coat around Miumi, and continued off hoping none of the others would stop him. He was still a half demon, and wouldn't be distracted, or let any one get in his way. He got to Miumi's room and laid him down.*
Ignis was fast to react to the attack against him, he raised his guitar in preparation and felt the weight of the attack press against it. He grimaced and grunted once with exertion, a small pause followed as he shifted his own weight behind his guitar and then pushed forward harshly. There was a rush of wind and the blade of energy was sent soaring harmlessly into the sky. -[69 words, attack blocked]-
He returned his attention back to the matter at hand, ready to continue the fight, just in time to see Zero throw Miumi into the water and flee the field of battle.
"Shit!" He made to help the Summoner but was beaten there; drawing in a deep breath Ignis cast a glance into the sky and sagged his shoulders.
"That's a new one. Ack, that damn trip took damn near everythin' from me!" He kicked the mast in frustration, longing to feel the comforting warmth that fire offered him, he lifted his sleeve, looking at the bracelet Miumi had given him after both fighting alongside him and saving his life.
"Am I gettin' myself in too deep?" He asked himself out loud, walking over to the small group, he was unsure if he would be any help in a situation like this. hell, there was nothing to wonder about, he was no help in a situation like this, especially since he had access to nothing he had, had access to before he had come here. He raised his hand up to his only visible eye and rubbed it, in reality he was merely closing that eye. He opened his covered eye wide beneath the bandanna.
"It s'ok guys. He's still alive. Ya don't think that a little thing like that would kill him do ya?" He asked calmly, lowering his hand from his eye and yawning widely. He shook his head once and began to walk back to the back of the vessel, where he had been sitting peacefully before Zero had attacked. He felt so useless, before he came here, his power was absolute, he remembered that much. And now, he was weak.
"Dun' worry, I got my eye on everyone else out here. You guys keep close to him an' I'll just make sure there ain't no more extremists here." He looked over the back of the ship and into the sea, sighing heavily. Guitar in hand he looked int othe sky and plucked a few notes, piecing together a poorly written piece of music, frowning he simply released his grip on his guitar, causing it to vanish and shook his head sharply.
"Ya' gotta' be kiddin' me! Even my own damn music!" He said sourly, turning his back onthe sea he merely kept his eye on the deck, making sure that anyone else whom seemed the slightest bit suspicious was watched, what had just happened was a lapse in guard, an unforgivible one. One that Ignis was not going to let happen again.
“And I’m coming with you.” Clive exclaimed, getting to his feet. His voice was firm and unrelenting. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, as far as he knew, this Draco could be in league with the one that attacked them. This random gathering of budding Guardian’s didn’t leave much in the way of building trust easily. They came from all parts of the world all because of the locus that is Miumi, Summoner of Yevon, yet aside from their one connection, they knew not each other. “You can’t stop me.” He didn’t care what threat Draco attempted, he wasn’t going to leave Miumi’s side while the demon was in such a pathetic state. “Don’t even try, lead on.” Static in his resolve, he motioned for Draco to lead the way, while he snatched up his staff, Ayamu, and then followed – limping just slightly.
Yet, through all this, for some reason the simple fact everyone calls her a he went completely unnoticed by Clive. Perhaps his mind was just too caught up in its concern for Miumi that he failed to register what the others were saying – or maybe, he just didn’t care, specially being in the current situation. They arrived at Miumi’s room, and waited for Draco to set Miumi down in the bed. Forcefully, Clive pushed his way closer, bumping Draco out of the way, and set Ayamu down beside Miumi, tucking the insane bear under ‘her’ arm. Stepping back, face contorted with concern and anxiety, his eyes peek to get a glimpse of Draco. “So… we just wait?” He asked, curious. “I hate waiting…” He then fully turns to Draco. “Names Clive, by the way, just Clive.” He then turns his attention back to the paralyze Miumi. “You’re like Miumi, aren’t you? A demon, Lucavi or something, right? Anything you know about your species that can help us?”
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*Draco observed the other. His every movement, which was very ragged because of his limp. He knew this was the man that had been the first to assault Zero, so Draco already knew this man wouldn't kill Miumi, since for all he knew Zero would have stayed and killed all of them, and this man was the first to sacrifice his own for Miumi. So Draco was fine with this man accompanying him with Miumi, and he thought it was a better idea in case some one else got any funny ideas about messing with Miumi. He had liked the man all the way up until the point when he decided to start a conversation. Since Draco was used to being a loner, idle conversation often irked him. He knew the man was probably here just cause he didn't Draco, but the man should have know, if he wanted to kill Miumi and do it discreetly, when he dove over the edge he could have made Zero's attack look like it had been much more serious.
Draco ignored the man's first question. He knew it would be the first of many. Though he did agree with this man, Draco too hated waiting, but he had developed a huge amount of patience while hunting. You always had to wait for the opportune moment. He watched as Clive introduced himself, frantically turning from half way to Draco, then back again to Miumi. Draco knew it was rude, but remained silent for this too. When Draco was trying to be patient he would revert back to his hunting, and never moved, and inch. He wouldn't even twitch. Also he really didn't care for what Clive was talking about. Finally Clive said something that struck a nerve for Draco. He sat there, unmoving, thinking. How could he explain, that he didn't know the inner workings of Miumi, or that he didn't even know much about his own species. How could he tell anyone that his own parents abandoned him in the wild, that he has had a psychotic demon as a mentor. So after a very long, and awkward silence Draco finally stirred. He cleared his throat, and finally turned from the standing at the end of Miumi's bed.*
"No I don't know much about his demon side, we usually don't like to talk about the side of us that thirsts for blood." Draco said this as a reason why they wouldn't discuss it* "and from what I can tell our abilities differ greatly. All I can tell you is that wound won't kill him, or even be that threatening. It did not pierce anything vital. It must be that spell or whatever it was Zero used, because I do know that wound would not have this kind of affect on us, but this is more just a educated guess as I said earlier we differ greatly."
*Draco thought about it for a few minutes, maybe some blood could help him. He knew that if he were in Miumi's situation that any kind of blood would help, especially another demon's blood. Draco just wasn't sure, he just couldn't picture this little person engorging on blood, but Draco had to try something, even more so if it was in his power, and easily done.*
"Clive do you know if Miumi reacts to blood?"* Draco hoped this man might know something about Miumi, because this could help or hinder Miumi greatly*
Celeste let Draco take Miumi from her hands, she let everyone examine him and try to help him in every which way that they could. She caressed Miumi in her arms until Draco took her away. She was relentless to do so but gave in anyway knowing that fighting would be absolutely no use at all and that it wouldn't help Miumi, not a single bit or way. She walked back and leaned against the railing of the ship and sighed, watching Miumi be taken away by Draco and Clive whom followed, or limped after him. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. A sly smirk crossed Celeste’s lovely face. He was good for Miumi, stubborn and bold, yet hasty and reckless. She turned her head to the right and let the wind throw her hair into it whirling and dancing along with it and she closed her eyes and wondered. She wondered why the demon named Zero had to come here today and attack Miumi and the rest of them but it only frustrated her and made her blood boil in it, so she pushed the thought away. But she couldn’t help thinking about the circumstances there on that ship. So many people were there who knew Miumi. And even Sonzai was here. She turned her head to look at all the other inhabitants involved with Miumi and then at Sonzai thoughtfully. Wherever this journey was leading to, wherever fate decided to pull their strings and draw them to certain places and draw certain people together, then so it shall be. Besides, this is the greatest excitement Celeste has had in a while, since her previous adventures with Sonzai and others, to be precise. Celeste continued to smile her peculiarly enchanting, and beautiful smile, and nodded once, a hello to her friend. Friend…She guessed it was right to say that is what they were at that point in time, although it was strange to even think so.
T he feeling of being so weightless, as he remembered falling into the sea, the burning within his stomach from where the sword had been, the sting of the salt. The sound of the fiends that lurked within the water. As he watched the world growing darker as he sunk deeper within the water. He watched as someone had leapt into the water. The man escaping out a small boat on the side. He knew this would happen yet he was powerless to do anything. As his eyes began to drift close by sheer will power. Just that gesture felt as if he was moving a thousand miles. As the boy's arms were coiled around his chest by the chains that were connected to Ayamu. He looked almost peaceful for those few seconds that he drifted deeper. His lungs were screaming for air as his face was locked. He wasn't breathing in the water. As he felt something touch him. He prayed that his death was swift. As he felt Draco's skin along his own. A beat of faithfulness coiled around him. He felt the other's strong body pressing against his own frail looking one. As he felt weightless as he was pulled back onto the deck, he felt the blood pouring gently from his body, he had already begun to heal slightly it appeared but those cure spells seemed to help even more. AS the skin stiched itself quickly together almost like a spider web. Yet he didn't move the pain he felt was driving him mad as he couldn't even scream out.
"Master please wake up..... Please.... you can't leave me... You promised me that'd we be together forever. You bound me with your blood.
O nce Ayamu had spoken living off the reserves of magic that he had taken from Miumi, he watched as Clive was soon hovering over his master, he watched as the electrical energy began to flow through him. Ayamu's eyes were filled with what appeared to be bloody tears which slid down the side of the bear's face. This creature was a living being as well it seemed as he just watched and leaned down stroking some hair out of his master's face. It looked so sweet and caring but it was of desperation. As Ayamu seemed to be in emotional pain. As Miumi just found the darkness soothing he listened to Clive as he felt the electrical energy flowing into his body. His one hand twitched slightly as the nerves were stimulated showing that he was at least alive. Ayamu watched as they continued to escalate and looked at Sonzai as he just seemed lost within his thought and slid that bracelet around his master's wrist. It didn't even glow when it touched his skin. He felt weightless and cold as Draco picked him up and coiled his jacket aronud him. It was so strange to know that Miumi was just this helpeless right now. That same person that many of them had seen rip apart foe by foe with the grace and speed of a dancer. Now like a sick child in a mother's arm. As Draco moved Ayamu followed, He knew that Draco was a good person in heart.
"Please wake up Mi'lord..... PLease just open your eyes."
W hile they were walking down the hall suddenly Miumi's whole body tensed at the mention of blood, his eyes shot open they were wild and almost animal like as he felt himself being carried suddenly he seemed almost feral that trace of gentleness wasn't there as he focused his hands shot for something it was obvious he was awake but the look in his eyes seemd to say that he wasn't all there as his claws raked the wall for a moment till he fonud something it was a window, his hands latching along the edge as he jerked him self away from them. His eyes were wild and his hair was plastered across his face. When he spoke Miumi's voice seemed different it was more mature, it seemed to hold the essence of danger. He spoke before he passed out his body falling against the side of the door. He slumped down he was breathing atleast and he moved ocasionally.
" Thank you.... but I require sleep once we arrive at Kilika we will conutine our journey."
