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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Dec 24, 2010 12:50:44 GMT -4
Jadis*
"Hm," the low tone curled like a snake from red lips in steam before a puff of warm air curled and danced with Traverse Town's chilliness. Feeling her lips frost, a pink tongue licked them to moisturize. Lax evergreen eyes looked at the overall district with scrutiny, while a sleek dark blonde brow quirked. Something was missing at it caused a mild annoyance to waver on the regal pale face of Jadis the White Witch.
There she was lounging on an elaborate throne. The dull wooden bench with black iron legs transformed like Cinderella when Jadis sat on it. Iced waves decorated it, while little icicle dangled like ornaments. The cool blue hued ice reflected the yellow fire that burned in the district's latterns giving Jadis a warm glow against her icy nature. The yellow warm light even made her hair look lush in contrast to the pale blonde that took on a blue tint of her coldness. The yellow and blue lights cascaded on her white dress, which flowed, ebbed, and pooled like water when her left leg crossed over the right.
Overall the queen looked like a bored snowflake, a ponder snowflake. All of her warmth was gone or seperated from her. Her beloved Antique was still her little Snow White fast asleep in her ice coffin; Mikael was still mourning all of it, while carrying the weight of the Guardians on his shoulders. Luckily some of the weight came off when Max returned, but it wouldn't surprise her if his arrival and the overall stress prooved too overwhelming for the young man. Her apprentices were no longer seeking her as often leaving her to be still and dull.
This left her to question what to do now, but at the moment, she reflected on what was missing. What nostalgia can she tap into to bring some warmth to herself. Ironically, the answer was...the cold. Her lips curled in a smile in a low chuckle at the irony. Raising her hand, magic sparkled like fireworks; it bubbled and grew larger and brighter, while knocking into each other like squabbling children. With a thrust of her wrist, the beacon of colors sped off into the sky leaving a misty stream. Colors reflected in her dark eyes as the colored orbs dispersed with a thick 'boom'. A dome stretched over the world with specks of white, snow.
This just didn't feel right anymore... taking the life of adventure... adopting the ways of the nomad...
His recent journeys and findings had changed him in some way. That fiery and rebelious fifteen year old that had been thrown into the universe was no more; now a calm and much colder eighteen year old stood in his place, having learned that there were worse things than the wars back home. There were so many things threatening the universe as he knew it and there weren't many willing to fight to protect it.
It was quite ironic... how the boy that had feared the darkness within him so much now had learned to control it, reaching the point where he could end up relying on it at times. Darkness was not evil or bad. A dangerous weapon, yes, but it could be used quite effectively with experience and skill. Many people had shown him the universe from different perspectives, but only one had gained his complete and utter respect.
Now, Mikhail had come back to seek her, intending to continue the training that had been interrupted so many times in the past. The reasons has been countless and pretty much stupid but the pyromancer had felt the need to come back to her. He had a link with darkness, yes, but it was weak and could be easily broken. By training under her wing once more, that bond would gain strength and he would learn more ways of taking advantage of it.
A blessing... wearing the disguise of a curse.
But at last he had found her, sitting on a now frozen bench and clearly alone. The man looked at her, facing her back while a deep pain suddenly stung him. He had never really realized how much he actually cared about Jadis. Sure, she was his teacher but there was something... more to that relationship. Mikhail hadn't felt anything like it since his world had died along with his mother. The White Witch had filled an empty blank in his life and now he could see her as a motherly figure.
Small snowflakes continued to fall from the sky as he observed her, reminding him of a frozen maiden who would have loved to see them. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he took a step forward. Mikhail silently approached the sorceress, hoping that the reunion wouldn't follow the usual pattern and end up being short lived.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Dec 30, 2010 23:49:05 GMT -4
"I wondered when you were going to visit me for a moment I thought you would be to busy to stop by," she spoke out in reply to her name as a hand rose and beckoned him over. Deeply, she exhaled with a soothing sigh watching the snow fall, "when was the last time, you just sat back and watch the world around you? I assume it's been a while."
She turned her head ever so slightly to glance at him with a quirk brow and a cracked smile, "Then again that's what happens when one takes the initiative to right so many wrongs. You forget how to...sit back, breathe, and live, but I don't blame you; it's unfair to carry a burden of a thousand men."
Darkness didn't appeared over night; no darkness had a history a long history being sparked by greed, selfishness, pride, lust, gluttony, and so on. Darkness wasn't something of the present, but a prehistoric animal that just evolved throughout time into a bigger hectic problem which is now the heartless and nobodies wrecking havoc on the sensitive balance of life.
"Now I know you didn't come here for site seeing; this world isn't that extravagent," Her palm raised up to her lips before softing blowing a ice glass-like lantern as light as a snowflake before fluttering away.
Xavier did not know how or why he had woken up in a dark ally way, he barely remembered who he was to be certain. His mind raced through what had happened the last moment he was awake; all that came up was...walking? Was he really only walking around and passed out? Was he attacked and memory erased? Was he, "Damn it!" he hissed as he tried to get up from the cold cement floor and a sharp pain in his abdomen prevented such a feat. The Nobody placed a pale hand over his torn shirt and pressed softly, but such actions only rendered more pain.
"It would appear as I was attacked and had my memory erased. How...odd." he sneered to himself as he placed the hand over it once again and used his psychic powers to accelerate the healing. Pain shot though him from all nerves in his body; if not for the fact it was he himself doing it the pain would have caused him to blackout once more. When it stopped the tear in his shirt was nothing more than that; a reminder an injury had been inflicted. With that taken of he ventured back into his memory to see if anything else had been taken; Jadis was still the top of his memory bank, but the rest were faceless, nameless beings with no real sense of belonging. Little did he know this was the effect of his mind being bound to the Ice Witch. "It appears I've been gone far to long. I owe more than an apology..." the Psychic pulled himself off and out into the Town.
By the look of the sky, which was turning white, someone was messing with magic. Xavier could easily tell it belonged to Jadis and focused his mind to get a fix on her location. She was in the First District. Xavier was to her left in a flash, the usual snapping sound being only a low whisper. He gazed upon his mistress' figure and fell to one knee and bowed, his head hung low as he gave his apology.
"Forgive me my Queen. I have no excuse for my absence."
"I.." he began, not knowing what he was supposed to answer. Though he had pictured their reunion countless times in his head, this seemed nothing like it. Words now hardly came to him and he decided to remain silent as the sorceress expressed her wish for him to join her in the ice throne. The pain of guilt returned after realizing she had been lonely; after all, talking to a big chunk of ice hadn't been probably too healthy. Writing a mental note to eventually make it up to her, Mikhail looked up at the woman and listened as she spoke.
Her words were the utter truth.
The man had been so absorbed in his thoughts and responsibilities that he had forgotten the true purpose of his existence: to live. But without Antique to cheer him up and help him to take a breather, the pyromancer found it quite hard to do so. The girl remained trapped in her tomb, asleep... unconscious for the past months. Though he tried to hide such feelings from the outside world, Rutherford knew that he missed her company even though she could become quite an annoyance at times.
"Watching as others suffer..." he began, looking away for a moment. Though his personality had suffered many changes, Mikhail had always tried to do some good to the world. He had rarely used his abilities to feed his ego and he had never seeked to benefit no one but himself. Even back home he had fought for his people, to keep them safe from the hostile forces. And though he realized the wrongs he had done years later, the man had not been aware of the consequences of one's loyalty when he was part of his kingdom's army. "I just can't sit and watch... it bothers me how people complain about their problems while they don't do anything to solve them and yet I am there willing to give them a hand."
To some this could be a childish thought, but Mikhail believed this was his purpose.
"I don't know why I do this... but this is what I think is right. I could easily use the abilities I have gained to cause chaos and destruction but yet I don't... I wouldn't do it. Some people appreciate what I do and others simply hate me for it but I can't stop. It's like the strong current of a river... hard if not impossible to get out. I try to slow down and appreciate the gifts nature offers but I always end up standing up against what threatens all of it."
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he realized he had practically poured his thoughts on Jadis. But for some reason it did not bother or trouble him anymore; Mikhail trusted his mentor and he knew she would probably have an answer... that is if there -was- an answer. Or perhaps he just needed someone to listen to him... someone who would understand him and his ways and the choices he was making. But she knew why he had come back: to get stronger and to learn.
"You are right... this isn't a pleasure trip. I have come to finish my training." However, before he could get an answer, a man suddenly appeared before them, standing next to the White Witch. Mikhail turned his head to get a better look at him; he acted as if he was some sort of... servant of Jadis's. The pyromancer knew he had seen him somewhere... but where? He decided to remain silent, knowing that the answers would soon come to him...
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Dec 31, 2010 2:11:01 GMT -4
"That's understandable dear. Even if you did just stood and wathed, it's going to backslash at you eventually, sooner or later, and maybe even harsher. Eventually someone have to start with the mindset so it won't be like walking upstream, but starting a ripple. The more you affect the more you have to rely on and keep you sturdy; after all 'no man's an island' is an old saying for a reason. Atleast with more numbers you have greater chances to sit back and enjoy it all. So," she turned to him fully, "if you wish to be lax, then we better get started shall we."
While stretching her arms to rejuvenate, she felt a breeze to her left. Her head snapped seeing the figure; her brows wrinkled for not seeing his face. His voice rang in her ears freshening her memories. Although she knew hardly anyone can plot a trickery against her; she perferred solid proof to gaze upon. Reaching her hand, she cupped the side of his face and lifted it. Her fingers flicked at the mess of black hair to gaze upon scarlet eyes on a face almost as pale as hers. "Aren't I'm becoming a popular these days, two visits by people who can become strangers for their lack of visits. Xavier dear, where on earths have you been?"
"Is being around an Old Witch that burdening or has something else caught your fancy for you to be forgettful," she turned her attention away and crossed her leg over the other, while her free hand developed a spherical bundle of darkness. "Mikhail love open thy hand, and channel it; it will feel like a little bundle of life. After all darkness is apart of nature, and even just as helpful as light, because it can help one grow, especially those that falls into it, but wish to uproot themselves. This simple stage is called Dark; perhaps if you want to get crafty..."
The pressures in her fingers tighten revealing the veins as darkness sparked into a purple like flames. The purple hue etched out Jadis' face as her eyes glanced down at Xavier still waiting for an answer, "we can make this. Since you already know fire; it shouldn't be too difficult to translate your fire into dark fire."
Xaviers skin went cold as Jadis lifted his face to look him in the eyes. An instinct told him to look away, he had no right to be honored by such beauty looking at him. But he kept his scarlet gaze adamant as the Witch spoke. Though he could feel no emotions he felt rather hurt when his mistress suggest that he no longer wished to be by her side. His reaction was swift and honest, "No, of course no m'lady. I could not bear to leave you; it would leave me in pieces. My disappearance is a mystery to even me, I was attacked and left for dead with a piece of my memory gone. I...I am sorry." He remained on his one knee as he looked over at the other person there, Mikhail. He has had several encounters with this human before, none more than a few minutes at the most; Xavier made sure to keep his face and identity hidden during each visit.
"Xavier?" the Witches voice broke him out of his train of thought as he decided to share what he was doing before he was attacked. "M'lady, I do hate to be the harbinger of bad news. But I do have one piece of information. The Nobody that attacked the fountain is no longer part of the Organization. This Marluxia could be a problem in the future. As for anything else....I cannot say."
((Sorry for shortness, I have to head off to town))
Mikhail blinked, glancing at the newcomer as he listened to the exchanged between him and the sorceress. So this man, Xavier, had known Jadis for quite a while. It seemed as if he had disappeared for a while and just recently returned to his mistress. Indeed, the man didn't seem to be another of the White Witch's apprentice but rather a soldier working for her. The pyromancer looked away, closing his eyes as he tried to learn more about him by reading his aura.
It was quite empty, barren, as if there was a large void of nothingness in its core. He had sensed this in other beings as well and they all ended up being Nobodies, mere shells of their former selves. Strangely, however, this man showed a faint taint of darkness in his aura as well. This surprised Mikhail as he had believed the element would simply consume the nothingness; he would need to learn more about this, eventually. And last but not least was something nearly missed by the younger man; a will, shattered and held captive by an unknown force. Perhaps this was done by the one that attacked Xavier to keep him in place, the memories of the encounter long forgotten. But, why?
Knowing that he would be unable to answer the question, Mikhail simply tossed his thoughts aside and focused on the present. Jadis had apparently turned her head to look at the pyromancer, holding an orb of darkness in her hand for him to grasp. The sorceress had his full attention as she instructed him to hold it and to feel the energy travel through him. Memories flashed back to him as he looked at the sphere, filling him with a deja vu of some sort as he recalled the first time Jadis had exposed him to darkness.
This time, however, he was not afraid.
Not thinking about it twice, Mikhail opened his hand, caressing the orb of darkness. He took a deep breath before tightening his grip on it, now ready to open the door leading to his core. The pyromancer closed his eyes as the darkness began to run through him. It was quite painful, but somewhat delighting at the same time; to be wounded and healed simultaneously. There was pain but there was also relief.
As Jadis continued to speak, Rutherford opened his eyes. He was quite surprised when she managed to create fire out of darkness; it was dark fire, also known in his homeworld as "The Cursed Flames". Though Mikhail hadn't seen such manipulation of darkness before, he had heard of it; when used correctly it could be quite deadly. He didn't know what to think now that he had the ability to use the same technique; after all, his opinions on certain subject had been changed during his journey.
"T-thank you..." he managed to say as he looked at his own hands, wondering if he should try to do the same now...
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 11, 2011 14:57:01 GMT -4
Jadis brow cocked in disbelief. She wondered how fragmented his memory was just to say he remembered that. What else was missing in that noggin of his. The White Witch was never too entirely concerned with Marluxia; with his attack of the fountain, it seemed half-assed and underprepared, and seeing how obnoxious he could be, he is bound to repeat himself.
"I don't see how his status of being with or without the Organization would make him any more problem and a nuisance. If he was a problem he would've been a problem from the start. Also if he was indeed a problem, it would seem out of character for the Organization...not to do anything," Jadis multitasked by placing Mikhail's hand in an outward position with his palm out. This position makes the ball of darkness a bullet that can be shot and lauched.
"He was amongst their rank knowing what they want and who they are. They should be more concerned about him; afterall you keep thy friends close and they enemies closer. Also the worst enemy is a friend and counterpart."
Fixing herself in the same position, she pulled back her sleeve,"this is a common stance to deliver darkness in a direction. Your arm becomes a pistol full of channeled energy. Many have mistaken that forcing your arm out with jerks would be proper; assuming a thrust would force the darkness out."
Jadis demostrated with a thrust of her arm, which caused the ball of darkness to curve,"the problem with thrusting is that applying more force will cause it to change course. The darkness should come from you not you forcing it out. You will feel a recoil, but that's natural; with practice its backlash wouldn't be effective."
With her arm out, the darkness shot forward, "So Marluxia is the only baad seed you have jotted?"