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Pulling stripped pink and blue socks up to her pink shirted chest, Antique glanced up wards, craning her delicate looking neck upward, to gaze at the eternal night sky. If she watched carefully enough, a star would sometimes flicker out of existence. She had learned that they were worlds disappearing, worlds whose hearts were devoured in darkness. A soft melancholy filled her as she sat upon one of the many roofs in the second district.
She had gotten up here easily, so the descent downward would not have been too dangerous. She was still high enough where she could glance down at the inhabitants without worrying about being seen too much though. Perhaps only if someone was seriously looking for her. Which she doubted.
This area sort of seemed deserted anyway; the First District was the safest after all.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she yawned, lips parting, a single note flowed like water. One note became several and twisted into a sweet melody. Words just came to her, like words being written onto blank parchment with dripping, flowing black ink.
Until I become an adult, I didn't understand what had happened I'll go to the lake Where you two drowned in sadness I'll disobey God and accept the punishment for loving People will whisper, but I will just close my eyes
Narcisse Noir In the vicinity of that lake The narcissus are blooming Narcisse Noir Oh, am I really Becoming so cynical?
She hummed a couple of lyrics, drifting in and out of words as if she were trying to remember some of the words. She remembered, vaguely, someone else singing it. The song was melancholic, though she didn't really feel that way. Or perhaps she did. Perhaps she just felt like singing. No one could hear her, right?
((OMG, it can't be.... its... its... its Shun!!! O.O))
Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?
He had to be dreaming. He really had to be dreaming. But obviously, his wish didn't come true; everything that had happened did happen. And there he walked, an eighteen year old man, looking for answers. He needed time... time to think, time to clear his mind from all that guilt. But why? Why did Erika give up her soul? It wasn't her fault... she didn't deserve that. If there was someone who needed to pay with his life, it was him. Running a hand through his hair, Mikael walked through Traverse Town's First District. Surprisingly, he was alone. There was no Max; there was no Rubix; there was no Fearon; there was no Garnet; there was no Erika.
He turned eighteen that day, and what a lonely birthday it was. The fire user needed time to think, time to plan his next actions. That's why he had temporally left Max and the others. Besides, kicking some Heartless butt would be something fun to do... right? Well, not that day. Mikael didn't really care if a Heartless or two appeared; actually, he wanted them to come and eat him with their dirty, Heartless-ly fangs. Was he masoquist? Perhaps, but no one could blame him. Knowing that a friend sacrificed herself to do something you had to do was a tough hit, especially since Mikael's main weakness was a friend's death.
"I need to get out of here... I need to disappear..."
Suddenly, he heard a noise... was... was someone singing? This immediately captured the man's full attention. It was a young, sweet female voice. He felt like it was calling him. Knowing that he had nothing more to lose, Mikael followed the tune, looking for the melody's source. Not here... not there... were was she? Suddenly, the tune's words became clear enough.
Narcisse Noir Oh, am I really Becoming so cynical?
The scavenger hunt was now easier. Mikael followed the words with haste, until he reached an ordinary building. Closing his eyes, the man attempted to decide if the girl was behind the building, inside the building or above the roof. "Is someone else here?"
Gently letting go of her legs, she let them dangle over the side of the building, letting them kick back and forth lightly to the make-shift rhythm she had been singing. Her eyes fluttered shut, enjoying how the town had actually rather nice acoustics. She could hear the soft melancholic strums of the piano, the wailing of a violin that intertwined with her voice. The invisible mist that only she saw flickered in and out, playing around with the gentle sound waves that were her voice.
Narcisse Noir Since then, I have wondered What sort of people cannot love? Narcisse Noir Even now, I do not change I can still see your figure
Narcisse Noir I don't know a thing It's just the day of a girl's first love Narcisse Noir Even now, it's sweet I can hear your voice
She held her hands over her heart as she sang to no one in particular, the words of a dark baroque sweetly filling the air like the scent of flowers, asking time to reflect on an entirely different era or music that had perhaps been forgotten. Perhaps her world was just a little back wards when it came to music. Either way, it was still a rather sad song.
"Is someone else here?"
Her singing stopped abruptly and she froze for a nano of a second. She pulled her legs onto the roof and pivoted so that her head peeked over the edge, balancing on her hands and knees. A boy with raven hair and white and black clothing. Her lips broke into a smile as she peeked down at him, and waved her arm, to see if he'd notice.
Just incase, her free hand lightly touched the hilt of her sword.
Looking around, Mikael attempted to find the girl. The singing had stopped, probably because he had interrupted her. This made him feel slightly guilty; after all, all of Traverse Town's citizens deserved a moment of peace. The man folded his arms across his chest, leaning on a nearby wall. She wasn't behind the building, or beside it. The obvious answer immediately came to him.
How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there and lead it back home...
And he looked up, finally seeing the artist's beaming face. Mikael's eyes widened as he realized who she was. "The Dive's Girl..." He blinkblinked twice, wondering if he was going mad. She was exactly like her... electric blue hair... pink eyes... and what a beauty she was! The fire user quickly snapped out of the temporally confusion and looked up at her once more. A weak smile could be seen at his face as he waved back.
Wake me up (Wake me up inside) I can't wake up (Wake me up inside) Save me (Call my name and save me from the dark)
"Are... are you an angel?" The words were out of Mikael's mouth before he could stop them; to him, it seemed as though it were a stranger speaking. He immediately turned pink, embarrassing him further. "I mean... uh... nice view up there!" He quickly said, trying to cover up the angel-talk. Rubbing the back of his head nervously, Mikael couldn't think of something more to tell her. Talking to a possible dream lurker wasn't comfortable at all. Oh well, he should at least introduce himself. "Uh... the name's Mikael, Mikael Darrow by the way! Excuse me if I don't shake hands, both of mine can't reach that far."
Antique looked pretty taken back at that. She tried her best to hold back bubbling snickers. She let go of the handle of her sword, and smiled down at the boy on the street below. He must have been delirious or something of the sort! Me? An angel? she thought. This poor boy must be ill!
To top it off, she caught him trying to cover it up. It was too funny! She stood up on top of the roof, and grinned up to the eternal night sky. "An angel? I mean, if you consider this place purgatory...well...no. I'm not an angel! Far from that!"
"Uh... the name's Mikael, Mikael Darrow by the way! Excuse me if I don't shake hands, both of mine can't reach that far."
"Oh! Uhm! Hold on!" she said, and took a step off of the roof, with a soft grunt. She felt the night air push against her as she descended like a butterfly. With a soft thud, barely audible like a cat jumping off from a table, she kneeled before him, catching her balance before she jumped up. Standing up straight, she offered out her hand.
"My name is Antique Faustus! And I believe you're the one with the 'angel' nickname, sir!"
"An angel? I mean, if you consider this place purgatory...well...no. I'm not an angel! Far from that!"
Two words: mission failed. Mikael cursed in his head; having her comment about his embarrassing statement wasn't making him feel any better. His face, as you can guess, was as red as a tomato. The culprit was none other than embarrassment. The man glanced at the girl once more, examinating her. "Well, she is as good looking as an angel..." he thought, being momentaneary hypnotized by her looks. Of course, this didn't last long; she had spoken again.
And there she went, gliding as a white dove as she made her way down the building. Mikael looked at her extended hand, eventually deciding to shake it after a second or two. His face was not as red as before. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Antique. And to be frank, the word angel would suit you well." Mikael wouldn't be surprised if the girl suddenly started to run away from him. After all, getting compliments from strangers was not a comfortable thing at all.
Rubbing the back of his head once more with his free hand, the boy suddenly remembered why he was here... and the guilt that possessed his soul. Of course, that wouldn't be noticed with some luck, especially since the girl didn't know him. "So... since when have you been living at Traverse Town?" He asked casually, glancing at her for a moment. However, he suddenly realized that her hand was still being held by his. Mikael turned a bit pink, and gently released Antique's hand.[/
Post by shinjihirako on Nov 7, 2009 1:32:07 GMT -4
Naoya walked along the streets of traverse town unsure of where his brother was, but with everything else that's worth a damn you must wait. Remiel had been quiet as of late but was always there to offer his sympathy or his guidance, no matter how insightful and contingent as he was Remiel would always be that plus more. Remiel had always reminded him of the leader of his cult. They were righteous people who wanted to free humanity from god and would have done so if it weren't for those damnable angels. His mind drifting back to the day of the angel attack he placed his hand to his head and gritted his teeth.
ashes of the innocent remind me of the past taking scars of victory the time has past to fast singing broken melodies like shards of broken glass ripping through my reverie these scars will never last
As the verse drifted through his head he made a fist and hit the bottom of his hand against the wall before hearing two voices, one male one female.
"And to be frank the word angel would suit you well"
The males voice and uttering such horrible blasphemy from his lips. Though Remiel was an angel himself he detested his kind for their acts on the humans he loved so much. Walking towards the two he regained his composure and his expression was one of apathy. He looked at them as a hunter would analyze his prey his eyes analyzing them.
"To compare a human to an angel is an insult, angels are evil creatures with god leading them; pressuring and sending ordeals upon man. And if you are simply speaking of how she looks then I suppose you've never met an angel, have you?" Naoya said with a condescending tone in his voice. Something told him he would dislike him but for now he'd give him the benefit of the doubt.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Antique. And to be frank, the word angel would suit you well."
This guy was definitely weird, and she enjoyed the flattery, but to be compared to an angel was just a bit strange. She had seen paintings of them in cathedrals, but since no one had saw one for themselves...either way, the form of flattery was strange. Especially since the girl wasn't used to it. Flattery had always came on the level of ones swordsmanship, or footwork, or grace. It didn't often come in the form of appearance. That's why she found it amusing.
They shook hands, and she smiled charmingly, tilting her head. It wasn't a quick thing though, she noticed. She glanced down at his hand. It didn't surprise her though, to be honest. The last few people she had met had done something similar. It just had to be a strange cultural thing. Her face turned a little pink though.
"So... since when have you been living at Traverse Town?"
"A few weeks now? Maybe a couple of months. It's hard to keep track."
He let go of her hand, and she quickly put hers behind her back to keep them from wandering off. She allowed her eyes to wander though; she had to keep a careful watch on her surroundings, especially since this was the Second District. Another person seemed to have come out of nowhere.
At that moment she knew she was being sized up. Okay, granted she was by far alot shorter than both of them, she knew when she was being sized up when it happened. She lifted fuchsia eyes to openly look him in the eyes. Granted, she was small and looked like prey, her stance and carefully crafted body language suggested it would have been an unwise fight to pick.
But the look was short lived, and broke into a carefree smile.
"To compare a human to an angel is an insult, angels are evil creatures with god leading them; pressuring and sending ordeals upon man. And if you are simply speaking of how she looks then I suppose you've never met an angel, have you?"
His language was mixed, filled with cognitive dissonance.
She carefully lifted her hands in front of her, giving an almost submissive look, then waved them. "I'm not an angel, not at all, in fact, I'm quite far from it, so it's okay! Really!"
Turning a kind smile at him, fuchsia eyes soft, she hoped this meeting wouldn't lead into something confrontational.
So, Antique's world had recently vanished. Mikael could have said "I'm sorry." or "How did it happen?", but he didn't. His compliments had already invaded much of her personal bubble, so storming her with questions wouldn't be helping at all. He looked up, eyeing the bright starts once again with curiosity. Many had ceased to exist... and the Heartless were not going to stop there. No, they were determined to destroy all of the worlds. This was another reason to continue to fight... to fight against the Heartless and their leaders. He had talked about it with Caxnon and Drago... and then with Max. Both of them had decided to do something about it.
Before Mikael could reply to the knight, another person had appeared... a slightly familiar and certainly unwanted one. The man rolled his eyes as the kid "lectured" him about angels. He could easily detect the arrogance in his voice... it was such a pity. Ignoring Antique's attempts to stop the argument, Mikael looked at the newcomer straight in the eye. "I see you have gotten the habit of following me Lyon, could you please stop being such an a-" The fire user managed to stop himself before finishing; he had just finished scanning his aura. It was exactly the same as Lyon... same shape, same intensity... the only thing that changed was the element. While Lyon's was dark as a nightmare, this boy's aura was full of Light.
The man's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the stranger's face. "If you are not Lyon, then who are you?" Forgetting his manner for a moment, Mikael waited an answer from the angel expert...
Post by shinjihirako on Nov 7, 2009 19:47:28 GMT -4
Naoya saw the girl get into a slightly defensive stance but it ended shortly and was more open and greeting than closed and hostile while the man had obviously seemed irritated at his prescence as if he had seen him before.
"I see you have gotten the habit of following me Lyon, could you please stop being such an a-"
So this man knew of his brother is well, and with any luck he'd know where he was at the moment. Deciding to be slightly more open he let a small smile slip on to his face, to gather information one can either be intimidating or sincere; Naoya had always preffered the latter.
"I'm not an angel, not at all, in fact, I'm quite far from it, so it's okay! Really!"
"Do not worry, I know you are not, Remiel would have told me by now." As if saying a magic word Remiel seemed to come awake noting both of them as neutrals, neither good nor foul intentions arose from them.
'You need not worry child, they are just bystanders and can be shown a mild amount of trust.' His voice heard by Naoya he kept his smile and put his hands in his pockets as a mild sign of trust.
"If you are not Lyon, then who are you?"
Straight and direct, the man was either impatient or serious. Deciding to give the man an answer he spoke clearly and defined. "I suppose I owe you that much for my rather rude interruption. My name is Naoya and from what you've said I can tell you have met my brother. Would you care to tell me your relationship with him?"
"Do not worry, I know you are not, Remiel would have told me by now."
She smiled sweetly, not exactly knowing what this fellow was talking about--if her eyes had been open one of them would have twitched. To her it sounded alot like an insult to her. Granted she had just been called an angel by the other guy. She made a mental note not to soak up flattery. Easier said than done.
Folding her arms lightly over her chest, she gazed past the two for a few moments, not even really noticing that Mikael was checking up on her every few seconds. She did notice Naoya's body stance though, which was good--a stance like that didn't usually mean trouble.
She did, however, pick up that someone named Lyon was stalking Mikael and that there was a relationship that Naoya mentioned. A huge grin crossed her lips as she looked at him--ahhhh, so. Didn't really make sense, but through the bits and pieces that she was paying attention to, it made plenty of sense. That mischievous look played on her face, though she remained quiet about it. Hey, who was she to judge anyway? She happened to know alot of knights like that!
"Nice to meet you Naoya. I'm Antique," she said quietly, with a tiny curtsy. Pity she didn't have any information to offer him. But she was sure Mik over there had plenty.
((Blah, sorry for the slight rudeness of this post, its nothing personal ))
Remiel? Who was that? His imaginary friend? Mikael simply blinked, wondering if Lyon was related to this Naoya. After all, the loon gen was not that uncommon. His thoughts were proved right as the angel expert started to speak once again, explaining that he was Lyon's brother and asking about the relationship between him and the fire user. Mikael sighed and looked at Naoya, ready to reply... until he noticed her grin.
The man quietly stared at Antique as her mind ran forward. A worried look could be seen on his face as he realized that the word "relationship" could have been misinterprated. Come on, he wasn't gay! He turned back toward Naoya and quickly replied. "Before I reply, define relationship. Because, if you are thinking what I'm thinking, it's wrong. Why? Number one, he's two years younger. Number two, he's a man. And," he glanced at the blue haired girl for a moment before continuing. "Number three, I'm not gay."
Of course, this didn't mean that Mikael was a gay hater. Of course not! Everybody had the right to choose who to love, and if that chosen one was somebody of their same sex, there wasn't anything wrong. After all, it was a free universe! However, the fire user felt slightly guilty about the way his replies were shot to the newcomer. Oh well, he had to do what he had to do. "Excuse my sudden lack of manners, I'm usually not like that. The name's Mikael, Mikael Darrow."
Post by shinjihirako on Nov 21, 2009 21:40:57 GMT -4
Seeing the rather confused expressions on their face after talking about Remiel. He probably should have explained who he was lest he be seen mentally disturbed. "Sorry for not explaining about that, Remiel is a rebel angel that exists within me. He's kind enough and is the one that allows me to use my powers to their fullest. Though that may seem rather crazy the only way I can show it is to release his power. Also do not see what I said as an insult, in truth not all angels are beautiful or handsome creatures, some could even be described as grotesque. Naoya spoke cheerfully and without spite.
As the man seemed to get the wrong idea thinking he was calling him gay or such a thing he chuckled a bit and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry for that, when I said relationship I simply meant affiliation. Once again, sorry for that." For all he knew his brother might have been gay but he wouldn't really care if he was. Brothers are brothers no matter how odd.
As both of them introduced themselves he nodded his head with a slight smile. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you both." Naoya was still a caring soul but still on the inside he was examining and analyzing, and should he have to he would manipulate them. Though he would hope it didn't come to that.
Antique tapped the inside of her arm as Mikhail suddenly spoke up--a little bit shocked that he knew exactly what she was thinking. Then again, the girl was pretty much an open book--it wasn't that hard to see what she was thinking.
"I don't understand what you're getting worked up about," Antique whispered lightly, holding her hands over her heart. "If you're in love with someone, then you shouldn't be ashamed of the circumstances," she said. An absolute serious look was written across her features, but it quickly fell into something more carefree. "But I wouldn't know about things like that! Just being idealistic!" she said, waving a finger as if it would make her point more clear.
Love? She understood friendship love and familial love, but love love...ah, she didn't know what she was talking about, anyway!
"It's alright," she said, about the comments about the angels, "I've never seen one, maybe except in paintings and such, but..." she shrugged and laughed, "Perhaps it's better left up to my imagination. I wish I could help you with your information, but I'm not really sure about anything here..." she said, and glanced up at Mikael. "He said he knows something, so I'll just let him take it away from here," she smiled.
Taking a couple of steps back wards, she pondered about what she should do for the rest of the day.
Mikael looked away for a moment as Antique spoke. Sure, talking about love would be considered as a "natural" and usual thing, but the thing was that it wasn't a thing that the man liked to talk about. While it wasn't a sensitive subject, it wasn't a comfortable one either. "I know that, I'm not an homosexual hater. The thing is, love doesn't have any magic left for me, and I doubt that it will."
He looked up at the sky, just in time to see a pair of stars twinkle and vanish. They had died for no reason, just like Mira, Erika, and all of Elona's people. Even though it seemed unlikely to happen, Mikael was determined to restore his homeworld. Nothing would stop him; nothing could stop him. "Life hasn't been so kind to me, just like love. If you ask me, I'm still alive because I still have a purpose. After I fulfill it, I will probably die."
He wasn't tearful or weepy while talking. He spoke calmly and slowly, seeming to think that the subject was something natural. Life and death... there wasn't really a difference between them. Both were going back and forth constantly. Mikael then turned to look at Naoya before replying to him. "Well, I don't really know much about that kid. You could say that he's annoying at some moments, but other than that he's ok. Last time I checked, he was at Olympus Coliseum, which was a few days ago. From what I heard from others, your brother also has... temper issues." Suddenly, he remembered something: a connection between the names Lyon and Naoya. "Oh yeah! Lyon was looking for you. He asked the god of the Underworld if you were dead."
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