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Post by Eiko Carol Fabool on Jul 31, 2010 16:54:45 GMT
Light filtered delicately through the silk woven curtains. It was a beautiful day, clouds lacing an etheral blue sky. There was real warmth in that light, and yet... Eiko felt cold.
She sat, her head propped lightly against the wall. In her hands she held a sketchbook, dark ink staining the precious white pages, scraping down line by line a simple design. The ink was remincient of oil, a substance that she had so grown to love. The little girl had grown now, from an abandoned child to a princess to an engineer. A strange progression perhaps. but that was what she wanted to be and that was what she would be. No questions where asked.
Yet still... Questions still lingered on her lips. As she sat there, in that beautiful room, listening to the bird song outside and loosley aware of the guard outside her room, her mind retreated back to other times. Her eyes went foggy as her mind creaked and ached, trying to recall the tiniest bits of detail.
Their lives had become so tangled, wrapped up within each others, until suddenly at the end it frayed and finally snapped, flinging them all in different directions. And here she was, a bit of ribbon, left torn. Her future was smooth, her past was frayed and scrambled.
She found herself staring up at the roof, examining the unique patterns and gauzy details. Her eyes closed and she sighed at the uselessness of it all. Most of the mysteries had been resolved. Garnet was Queen. Zidane was back and lording it about his mansion. Quina would be in some disused kitchen somewhere. Freya would be in Burmecia with her stupid Fratley trying to convince him to love her, ugh, it annoyed her how desprete she was. And then... And then there was Vivi.
Vivi... He had vanished, leaving only a letter in his place. Garnet had tried to comfort her, assuring her that Black Mages don't live very long and and and... Ugh! She knew that already! She had been there! Did they just forget she was there?
She shook her head, the hurt slicing a new rift in her. She looked back down at her sketch pad, notcing she had inked in the basics of two large, round orbs. She grabbed the page, tearing it out and rolling it into a ball, throwing it across the room in frustration. Didn't he want to be remembered? Why? Why had he just left? She couldn't even have a funeral...
She threw the book on the floor, standing up and wiping away the frustration from her eyes, throwing herself in her bed. She didn't want to think about it any more, didn't want to hold on to false hopes that he might be alive somewhere. What was the point?
It took her a while of fumbeling about under the sheets and throwing the covers over her eyes to block out the sunlight before her body finally found peace and her mind drifted into sleep. ~
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Post by Vivi Orunitia on Jul 31, 2010 17:50:56 GMT
Vivi had traveled like a whisp of air through the shadows, that holes in the layer between the living and the dead. He travelled htem without any control over his actions, or perhaps there was. simply not conscius. He moved through shadows not like a map, but more like a memory. Sifting through the places Vivi knew and loved. One memory shone brighter, more vibrant than the others, this was where Vivi found himself.
At first, he thought that he had just become trapped within the shadows itself, but soom the grey outline of a dimly lit bedroom formed. The Image became clearer and more tangible, as if it were building itself around Vivi's spirit.
He blinked his faded yellow eyes and looked around the room, it seemed familar, but in a distant way. Time had probably changed the room from when he was last here. And he was sure it was the same place, it must be. He ran over to the mantle above the fireplace. Well, not so much ran as bobbed, for his motions were like walking with little gravity, his feet barely touching the ground. Sure enough though, there on the mantle was a pink ribbon, faded from sunlight, but careful taken care of nonetheless.
He blinked away tears, or what felt like tears, that threatened to wet his spectre cheeks.
Willing himself to turn, he faced the side of the room that he had previously ignored. His metaphorical heart skipped a beat. In the same four poster canopy bed, under the same patchwork quilt, was a veiw of purple hair. It was truly her, he had had no idea that he could control the way the shadows took him, let alone that he could see them.
He started forward, bobbing his ghostly self into the sunlight and stopped dead. It was like a ton of bricks had just landed on him when he realsied She wont be able to see me. The sunlight that blared through the windows rendered Vivi invisible. It was saddening, but he resigned himself to knowing that sitting beside her was enough.
Thus Vivi continued in his bobbing, though less animatedly thanbefore and jumped up onto Eiko's bed. He held no weight, and did not disturb anything, though he wished he could. He sat cross-legged beside her, wtching her chest rise and fall as she breathed.
A lock of hair fell onto Eikos face, and instictively Vivi went to brush it away, his ghostly form grazing against her warm cheek with its coldness.
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Post by Eiko Carol Fabool on Jul 31, 2010 21:44:48 GMT
Eiko's eyebrows knitted at the touch, and a groan escaped her mouth as she turned away, her little nose crinkling. It was not long until her shoulders slumped and she plundged into peaceful rest again. Her dreams where incosistant, varied and making little sense, as was usual for her. Faint images of Beatrix and Freya floated around her mind for some reason, helping her out of a dark well that was slowly filling with sand...
Red eyes opened in the darkness, narrowing at the sight of the figure by the girl's bedside. Dusken white fur soon emerged around the eyes, bleeding into swirls and shades of blue and gold. Long, thin, red tipped black horns curved out from his head, though he seemed to have little use nor reason for them.
His figure lay still upon the floor, paws crossed delicately as he stared towards the boy. "You should not wake her. She dares to sleep. The princess is in need of rest, need not does she to be disturbed by restless spirits. Your past be vanquished."[/b]
He flicked his tail, his eyes now ushering a deep and silent warning. Yet the softened and turned when he recognized the spirit here. He knew no harm was in his touch, no, he was not here to imbue nightmares or induce torment, he was here out of mourning.
The touch was a touch an elephant gives to the bones of its mouther, a quite ceremony that whispered of remembrence. His soul had been once connected to hers, perhaps he was here to say goodbye, to touch the bone-white flesh of the living.
"So death did befall you, dear mage-child. Ten years have passed since she said those last words to you, ten years since you said nothing back. Where did you go and give your bones too? The desert? The ocean? The forest? She would like to touch them one last time, she would like to mourn you."[/b]
Fenrir shook his head, rising to his feet and pushing himself between the ghost and his master. "She so hoped, prayed even to Madeen, that breath still filled your mist void lungs. She was silly , she knows she was, we Eidolons have no control over death. And yet here you stand, dear mage-child. Her prayers where waste. What is it you have come for?"[/b]
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Post by Vivi Orunitia on Jul 31, 2010 23:19:56 GMT
Vivi stared at Fenrir, so familar to him, and shifted out of the way when the great beast stepped between them.
"I'm sorry" he said quietly, his yellow eyes glow fading more than death had made them. "I do not mean to disturb her, I did not realise I could even come here." He gave a sigh, his shoulders slumping as he watched her breathing.
He had spent to long drifting without aim. He thought for a moment of the years he had resisted the urge to believe someone was calling out to him.
He shook his head "She shouldn't have worried so much, there are no bones for a black mage. We are creatures of mist and magic and once we stop, that is where we return." He paused weighing his word carefully "But perhaps her wishes were not as futile as they seem. I am still myself, I thought I would have withered into nothingness like so much mist by now. But here I am, a soul.'
Wanting to draw coversation away from himself, he decided instead to focus on the reason for hsi being here. The sweet angel who captured his heart, and, he feared and hoped, held him on this gaia. "Is she happy?" He asked, gazing at her with the same softness he always had. |
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Post by Eiko Carol Fabool on Aug 1, 2010 1:58:58 GMT
Fenrir's eyes lowered, hanging his head low as he considered the others words. He seemed touched, though a firmness overcame his features, "I apologise, I know little of man made contraption. I was unaware such beings could haber souls, souls so strong that they can linger after death. It is true, then, you are crafted by the mist."[/b]
He sighed, closing his eyes, "Your hat then? Where does it drift now? I will show her the path, but nothing more, my dear mage-child. She cannot know you vist her. I would not allow you to trouble her brow with your petty presence. Understand."
He opened his eyes now glittering with concern, "You exist as the wind that might live or die within her mind. Sometimes it is your pulse she feels, other times she simply forgets. When she remembers she is sad, she is frustrated, but when memory enters her she is happier than she could ever be. Then she knows your voice is void, and happiness bleeds sweet sorrow. This is the sin you have inflicted upon her. When she forgets, life leaves her restless, studies cloud her mind, you must understand, she doesn't have time for true joy." [/b]
He cocked his head, "Worry not, we Eidolons have become memories to her too. Mere play toys. We exist like you, as ghosts."[/b] He smiled lightly.
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Post by Vivi Orunitia on Aug 2, 2010 15:13:19 GMT
Vivi looked up at Fenrir, sadness tainting the opaque yellow eyes. "I meant only to spare her that pain." He said, his word vibrating with the truth of them. Words were powerful, even more so when true to their very core as these words were. "It is why I created my sons, to let her remember me in the happiness she would find with them as friends. I failed" Vivi hung his head once more, ghostly tears falling from his eyes and fading into nothing.
"It was too hard to say goodbye to her. I was weak and foolish and in my foolishness I lost myself to the inevitability of my death." - - - - - - - - - -
She was mist given form, gliding on the dust that wafted in the beams of sunlight. She had travelled in search of something, in search of someone. She simmered and she flew, flowing towards what she sought.
Her essense seeped in through an open window, with its curtains flowing in the breeze.
Summoner she called into the childs dreams Summoner, come, release me
[/i] - - - - - - - - - - Sensing something, Vivi jumped over Eiko and landed lightly on the floor, ready to defend her. Mist pooled at the base of the window, and an erie voice called Summoner.
Vivi froze as the being took form, a shimmering femininity, indistinguishable as a being with many faces. Made of mist and magic, but a different kind to the black mages, Vivi sensed it. Summoner, come, release me
"Stay away!" Vivi yelled at it, "You can't hurt her!"
The being turned its faceless head to the mage and brandished an arm. The swift movement had Vivi wrapped in what appeared to be vines of mist, holding him down, hurting him. He felt them rip at the fabric of his being.
What could he do? What could he posibly do to save someone he cared for so? In his desperation he struggled against his binds, they cut his ghostly form, spilling silver blood that soon evaporated, he struggled harder.
He saw the thing move to Eiko's bed and wondered where Fenrir was, why he had not stopped it yet. |
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Post by Eiko Carol Fabool on Aug 2, 2010 18:24:48 GMT
Her eyes stirred, a groan escaped her lips, mist filled her lungs, strangling her, quelling her every breath, filling her body instead with the crying, blighted souls of the dead. She wanted to scream but she couldn't, her body just shook in sleep. She instead swallowed the mist, swallowed those thousand Lindblum soliders, those black mages, those countless raging beasts, she swallowed them. She drank Kuja, his ghost white hair sucked in like spagetthi, she consumed Brahne, her soul no fatter than her flesh, and she savoured Vivi, his glass eyes crunchy and ambre beneath her grooved teeth.
Her arms lashed at the air and her green eyes lit up, gasps of air trilling out of her as she saw the great faced being, that pulsed and seethed white hot, the essence of a creature far above. Its voices rose in the air in unision, chanting, chanting out its mantra in a heavenly way that made her body shake star struck.
Summoner, come, release me
Her body screamed till the sound ripped dark red, her lungs a black throat. The damned tasted of fear, vile, repulsive, shaking fear. Her insides felt cold and drenched in vapor, like eating clouds, and she clenched her stomach, fearing the moisture would seep out through her belly.
Yet her lips clenched closed, no angst to flutter, no hatred to awaken the guards, this fight was hers and hers alone. She had no flute, no wand, yet still her eyes closed and willed, prayed prayers she had not ushered in 10 years, breaking through layers and layers of dust and grime and ancient emotion.
She would not release this monster that had crawled into her room. She would not obay the commands of an Eidolon that had no will over her. She would banish it. "Get out of here you FREAK" she murmered so as not to rouse the sleeping guards, pointing her gentle hands towards the strange creature that crawled here, now.
Fenrir burst forth from her, exploded from the layer of the dead to the existance of the living, whispering, spiritual head the very breath of wind, pushing back the tendrils and wreaths of mist that coiled. It was not the earth that trembled, no, it was the very air that shook now, emitting a sound that would be disguised as wind roaring against a window-pane.
Thud!
Eiko rolled out of bed, her hands scrabling across the ground, unable to see as the great torrent screamed around her. Papers flew in the air, her dresser creaked, but the mist was leaving, being pushed out of the open window. She cralwed, delicate hands passing over pencil, pen, quill and upset ink, searching despretly for the origin of the thud.
She grasped something strong, wooden, ah, yes that was it! She brought it to her lips, thin things grasping it so tightly like she might accidently swallow it whole, but she didn't, she blew and blew, music dancing over the wailing winds. Blue light flooded around her, growing stronger and stronger as her melody picked up, obaying the wishes of the music. They twisted and danced, swirling around the multi-faced freak, filling it's eyes and mouths with blue light, drenching it with silence.
Then they sparkled, heavnly white and purple, glowing with an ever hotter pulse. Her music lifted, growing higher and higher, willing the magic on. It became erratic, so willing and ready to smite for its master, yet then... Then the Holy died, its blue dulling to grey dulling to nothing. The flute was useless, the melody broken.
The terrible wind simply stopped, the wolf heads gone. Fenrir's howl throbbed in her head, a torrent of displeasure and rattling like chains in a thunderstorm.
Eiko slammed her fist on the ground, almost weeping uselessly.
She couldn't do it. 10 years had been too long. The magic had left her.
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Post by Vivi Orunitia on Aug 2, 2010 19:01:16 GMT
The moment was gone so quickly, that Vivi barely had time to register the mist-creatures retreat, or his release. He did not care that his soul had been hurt, that he could feel himself begining to blur at the edges. All he could see was her, quivering with grief for magic to long unpracticed. All he knew was an undeniable urge to be beside her, to console her.
Every good sense he had told him to leave her, to let her become calm and continue to be a spektator. But he had been so useless, unable to protect her when sh eneeded him. He reached out a ghostly hand and cupped her cheek, wiping away tears, his hand becoming tangible in the shadow she cast. "Don't cry" he said softly "They will never abandon you, and neither will I"
His ghostly whispers echoed though the layers from the dead to the living. He knew that his words were a mistake, that he may cause her more harm with them eventually, but right then, in that moment, she needed him. And he would always be there when she needed him, always. |
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Post by Eiko Carol Fabool on Aug 2, 2010 19:31:29 GMT
She could not feel the hand. She could not feel it press against her warm fleshy-lining, could not feel it brush away her salted tears. Yet she could see it, this ghostly, strange hand. Her lips curved in horror, her eyes wide and shaking. She recoiled from the touch, slamming herself against the wall and keeping the hell away from what she had just seen, assuring herself it was just a trick by the mist goddess.
Yet then a voice filled her head. It was as if warm liquid was being poured into her mind, filling it with ideas and thoughts and bubbly luke-warm feelings. She could not stop the same liquid seeping from her eyes, but joy was tasted on her lips now, not fear, not frustration, not failure, but love. The words spoke straight through her, made her skin pale white and her hair glow green. The ornamental wings upon her back fused with her skin, growing long and white, tingling overwhelmingly. Her horn grew like lust and glittered emerald blue.
"Vivi, Vivi,"[/b] she cried. All those prayers, all those whispered questions, had finally been answered. Ten years of silence broke, twisted into words that filled her with love, with strength, showered her in protection.
She turned now towards the misted creature, already trying to retreat ou her room. Her lips twinged, her hands pointed, her flute played with no sound and magic shot from her with such strength and power. Holy envolped the beast, twice over, ridding its presence with a shriek of a thousand heads. It fled, a pulp of mist smogged out across the Lindblum skyline.
She ran to the window, leaning out and screaming, "And stay away you stupid dull-brained bastard! What do you have so many heads for? You've got no brains for them!"[/b]
She glared, green dust still twinkling over her, but it was not long until she turned back to the room. Everything was dishelveled, her room a mess. Yet as she breathed heavily she didn't care what her Mother would say. Didn't care what father would say. She'd beam straight them them. Vivi was...
Vivi was?
Her mind stopped, her eyes dulled. Alive? No, how can a living thing speak when it was not there? (She quickly checked under the bed) Dead? But how could a dead thing speak?
"Vivi, you're dead aren't you? You're dead. Dead things don't speak. Kuja doesn't speak, Brahne doesn't speak, so you can't speak either, can you?"[/b]
Her eyes rolled into her head and her hands covered her face, she was going insane.
Fenrir shuddered, teeth bared as he stared down the little black mage, "Trouble befalls her mind because of you mage-child! Leave here, leave at once, do not unsettle her further![/b]
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