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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 28, 2015 9:27:35 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Blue light spilled from the tip of a crescent moon. In the city below, sleeping buildings rose in blocks of stone and sloping roofs, diminishing into geometric silhouettes in the distance. Mikhail stood in the center of a quiet square, smothering four lamps with a shadow-spell. Their orange glow softened, dimmed, and disappeared. Mikhail turned away. He was tired of artificial light. Walking slow, the Keyblader made his way to a familiar wrought-iron table and scraped a chair across the cobblestones. The metal felt cold against his skin. Holding himself with poise despite (or maybe because of) his weariness, Mikhail traced patterns in the table with his fingers. Why come here? Nagi... Nagi might show up tonight. Nagi always wanted to talk, and Mikhail wanted a distraction. Anything to get his mind off the thoughts which plagued him. Even now they came creeping in. Year after year after year, fighting the Heartless. You caught your breath just in time for the next invasion. Then you started the cycle all over again. Sometimes the missions seemed futile. How long had it been since the Keybladers had done more than keep the Dark at bay? When would they start gaining ground? They needed a new edge or a change in strategy. Right now, the Keybladers were just trapped in a holding pattern. Well, there was the Labyrinth. Opening the Labyrinth was a victory. Shuddering, Mikhail pushed away the memory of half a corpse at his feet, and of Ruth's dripping jaws stretched wide to tear his head from his shoulders. Just think of something else. Mikhail didn't admit it even to himself, but the strain of circumstance - of the Labyrinth, Felix's mauling, Axyl - had strained him to the breaking point. Axyl... For five years, Mikhail's strongest desire had been to save his brother and friend. To make them whole again. To redeem himself. That was why he left home without his fathers' blessing. Why he took up an apprenticeship under Rose. I thought I could save him. Protect the innocent. What a cruel joke: Axyl - no, Alyxx - doesn't even want to be saved. All the family I have left is my mother and I can't even look her in the eye without seeing pain: the consequences of my failure. As for Father...Mikhail gave a short, harsh laugh. Lost in his own thoughts, the boy never noticed when a stranger entered the square. Milo### sorry, this is long. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Milo on Jun 29, 2015 18:07:45 GMT
 Darkness lingers
even in my heart
For it is so dark
Such a heartless heart
This night almost seemed to perfect so far, Milo loved the moon, and for a mission like this, it was even prettier then ever. He had been following Mikhail for some time now, he wanted to get a good feel for the boy before he approached him. Milo almost chuckles, Boy, he likely looked the same age as Milo. Of course Milo's age was far beyond appearance. One of the many Gifts of his Rebirth. Oh his rebirth, how he looks upon that memory with joy, and now was his time to pass the torch so to say. Give another this so wonderful gift. His job was to be simple but elegant, to turn Mikhail to the side of the heartless. Another keyblade wielder on our side would be a marvelous thing. But not only that, he would become another grand horsemen, perfect to play under Milo and his Mistress. Milo watched as Mikhail wandered, turning off the lights. It almost felt like an invitation to join him at the table that he ended his journey at. Oh how he would end a journey there. Jumping from atop the building that he had been crouching on to hide himself he silently and gracefully lands. He walks into the quart yard and walks towards the table. His hand lightly placed on his normal sword that rests on his right hip. "Quite the lovely night wouldn't you say?" Milo lifts and pulls back the chair across from Mikhail, and setting it back down to sit in it. His movements are strangely silent. He likes it that way. |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jul 2, 2015 4:46:43 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Mikhail looked up as Milo stepped to the table, expression grim but expectant. His eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise, then narrowed when he saw, not Nagi, but a young man about his own age. Black hair. Ice blue eyes. A complete stranger. "Quite the lovely night wouldn't you say?" Mikhail stared back and said nothing. This person. Who was he? Did Nagi send a replacement? A stand-in? The idea soured Mikhail's stomach; he couldn't say why. Whoever this stranger may be, it seemed clear that this meeting wasn't a mere whim. The angle of his shoulders, the tone in his voice, the sword on his hip: it all showed confidence. Purpose. For a moment, the only sounds to be hear were wind whispering under the eaves, and a the deep, melancholy toll of a distant bell. Then the obvious questions came. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The words came frigid. Icy cold. You're in the way. You're not welcome here. Leave. Leave me in peace.
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Post by Milo on Jul 2, 2015 18:58:49 GMT
Darkness lingers
even in my heart
For it is so dark
Such a heartless heart
The look that was sprawled on Mikhail's face sparks a bit of joy in Milo. He loved it, that look of disdain he had, it showed character. He was already sure that he was going to enjoy turning Mikhail, but this job was getting sweeter and sweeter by the second. Milo's face held its natural smirk, his display of confidence that could never be truly removed. He was the kind of person that felt perfectly comfortable in his own skin and wasn't afraid to show it. Mikhail's words rung cold as ice to Milo. His mood was at what seemed like an all time low, it was understandable. Plus he must have been expecting Nagi, that parading clown of a heartless, Milo was learning to deal with him but still had a not of disdain for the man after there first meeting. But that didn't mater here, what mattered was Mikhail, and the person he would become before the nights end.
"Who am I? I am a wish granter you could say. Here to grant the wish your mind has been calling out for for so long." Milo looks over to his soon to be subordinate. Milo always loved weaving stories, and edging close to lies. But this was not a lie, he was here to release Mikhail from all the pain and sorrow and weakness of his Mortal form. Show him darkness beyond his wildest dreams, and coldest nightmares. "I just want to give you a power that will make you stronger then you have ever been. And free you from the pain you have had to endure." A wicked smile crawls onto Milo's face. "Does that not sound enticing? A power more then even what your keyblade gives you." Milo resists the urge to chuckle. He should know, he has both a grand key, and his darkened form. The combination is unstoppable.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jul 7, 2015 20:06:52 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain "Who am I? I am a wish granter you could say. Here to grant the wish your mind has been calling out for for so long." The strangers' eyes seemed to glint. His mouth twisted in a proud smile. Mikhail shifted in his seat, eyes focused on Milo. He was tired. So tired. A mixture of weariness and impatience bled through; who knew if this person could grant wishes? What did he know of Mikhail's deepest desires? His style, though, reminded Mikhail of Nagi. Perhaps the Snake had sent in a replacement after all. Or... or the Snakes' master. Lilith.Mikhail payed closer attention as Milo spoke again. "I just want to give you a power that will make you stronger then you have ever been. And free you from the pain you have had to endure. Does that not sound enticing? A power more then even what you keyblade gives you." The strangers' smile widened, thin and unsettling. Mikhail looked at him without speaking. Power. Did he want power? Yes... yes, certain power. But more alluring than the promise of strength came the thought of freedom from pain. It was like cool water in a desert, offered when your dry throat bled and your mind was numb from heat and thirst. Even so. Mikhail knew better than to blindly accept a promise. "What will this freedom cost? Please, don't waste my time telling me this power comes without a price. And why would you offer it to me?" Mikhail looked Milo over coldly. "I don't even know your name. Though I assume you know mine: you seem to have come prepared." MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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