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Post by Reverie Fuyuhana on Feb 10, 2010 21:22:02 GMT -5
 She always preferred to be alone. Even with the bond they’d formed just a few days ago, Nehayat – her Heroic Assassin Spirit, that is – always tended to wander off by herself, preferring to be with her thoughts, some of which she would seldom share with her master. But of course, the catch was that she couldn’t wander too far – the link between them didn’t allow that. As well, the purpose of the Spirit was to protect their Master in their eternal quest for the Holy Grail, the holy object that could grant any wish. It was a weird bond between them, not “awkward” weird, but unique weird. Their relationship was looser than most of the other summoners’; the young girl granted her spirit too much freedom in contrast to the others’. But that was just her personality. She treated her spirit with respect, because although she was somewhat otherworldly, Nehayat was still a human, and thus, deserved to be treated as such. That was why, under the trees that danced dizzily as the cool breeze passed by, Reverie sat, her eyes glued to a modern novel she had bought in Japan. She’d allowed Nehayat to go to the nearby cloak of trees to be by herself, and they had gone their “separate” ways. And although she felt somewhat naked and powerless without her spirit by her side, she knew the Nehayat was not far enough that she couldn’t come in a moment’s notice; if there was a need for that, of course. In this time of day, acts of mischief were rarely committed, as they would be too visible and would be a plight to the Magi Council – a direct violation to the rules of peace they so proudly withheld. Unless you were suicidal, you didn’t act reckless.
Cerulean eyes looked up for but a brief moment, taking in the scene around her. As usual, Vildia was as picturesque as ever, a painted landscape that human artists could only dream of ever coming to life. The lush greenery was ever-present, soothing beings that filled the air with luscious oxygen that smelled so much like freshly-mowed grass. The creatures here sat atop these trees, singing their own strange songs in their different tongues. To the far north, the sea was buzzing as the wild waves crashed against the shores, teeming with life. Various Magi and other presences lurked around this place, a place where almost anyone and everyone was welcome, a place where it felt right to call “home”.
Reverie sighed inwardly as she shifted her position on the staircase of her manor. Her “parents” were out – more like guardians, really – so she’d had the house all to herself. Nehayat was also nowhere to be found, so the lonely atmosphere in the vicinity had prompted her to catch up on some reading. Her “classes” in the human world and the magical world had taken up most of her time, and she’d rarely had a moment or two to herself. Well, she couldn’t wish for a more perfect day. Her eyes turned back to her novel, wishing that somehow, it would never end. Within a span of five minutes, the young girl was once more lost in a story daze, completely ignorant to everything and anything around her. Sometimes, she took the words “getting into” something to a whole new meaning. But then again, that was Reverie, and she was sometimes just weird that way.
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Post by Leon Galeheart on Feb 11, 2010 21:36:00 GMT -5
Endless walking down through what points he wasn't entirely convinced he knew. He tended to with a nomadic passion let his feet and by extension his muscles as opposed to his mind lead him absent mindedly to his next target. White jeans or rather was it a beise color? regardless they conformed to his figure and flowing with an elegant grace. Wind kissed his body as it flew past his stark white tee and lost its chill to a warm leather jacket. The fur frill along his neck tickled him ever so slightly yet left him warm and comfortable. A firey red stood out from his body in the form of his silken hair, wild and untamed like fire itself. His brown warm eyes showing a much more tame color yet intimate at the same time. A potent and head turning combination coupled with a firey flirty personallity, in all senses a lady killer. But he is more than just a pretty face if you look deeper.
The days melted by slowly within his gaze, his gaze tending to be up in the stars and the sky when allowed, it was always so serene and full of wonder, it all looked as if if we were just a bit taller we could grasp the sky and pull it down for ourselves. But such was the illusion that it cruelly gave to us. He lost track of time and day number as he slept at random times and kept on moving. By the scenery he guessed he was deep in Vildia if anything, but that was based off rudimentary knowledge of the area. His paripatetic nature had gotten him lost in many many places.
The scenery grew lush and vivid in the color of green as foliage of all sorts and kinds. Trees, grass, elegantly colored flowers. He stopped every now and then to take a closer look at the plants, a simple scent, a soft touch. He took it all in savoring the pure beauty untouched by anything impure. As he walked his eyes locked onto a single corner of color. Familliar... OH! He walked over with a bit of a giddy feeling in his step. He placed his hand on her hand ruffling it a bit. Kitty?
(WIP)
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Post by Reverie Fuyuhana on Feb 18, 2010 23:09:25 GMT -5
She was a little too attached to the book. The young girl could already feel the waves of the ocean bouncing off her skin, the feel of the sand in her toes, the glaring heat of the sun, and the boisterous laughter of children and parents. She could picture the glint of the water as the sun’s light reflected off of it. Nearby, there was an ice cream stand that sold a whole smorgasbord of flavours, from delightful dark colour of chocolate, to the pink shine of strawberry. There were also a variety of other stands scattered around, ready to cater to the needs of the sweaty beach surfers. The fresh air blew through, providing a one-second escape from the sun...
A voice and a shake of her hand jolted Reverie abruptly from her thoughts. Looking around wildly, her eyes landed on a figure who had suddenly materialized right next to her. Well, he probably came up to her in a relaxed manner, but she was just too absorbed in her book that she had no sense of what was going on around her. Eyes widening, she studied his face, taking in his features. They were so... similar, so familiar somehow, as if she’d seen them somewhere before. She tried to comb her limited memories for answers, but came up with none. His name was on the tip of her tongue, but... no, she couldn’t quite grasp it.
Kitty.
Almost at once, her mind reeled into overdrive, as though an electric current had been sent through it. Pictures of the past appeared in her head, from books, to laughter, to playing hide-and-seek, to spending rainy days inside together. It was the face of a boy that appeared alongside hers in all of these, a face with bright coloured hair. The face that was right next to her now. His name came to her like a reflex now, and she couldn’t quite believe she had forgotten him in the first place.
“I thought I told you not to tell me that, Leelee”, Reverie said, with a scowl. She hated that nickname; it was annoying and did not relate to her whatsoever. It reminded her more of being a pet than being a human. But that was probably just her. He probably just meant it as a teasing thing, so she’d come up with her own comeback a long time ago. That would teach him.
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