UNKNOWN SPECIES [ GOBI / OPEN]

[ayamu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 10px; color: #EC6A60; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] THE WILD LIFE , Miumi had managed to escape from the tedious and drawl life within the ACADEMY , albeit it was under the pre-text of research of FLORA & FAUNA within the SUNLENTH WATERSCAPES . Unfortunately, due Miumi’s desultory plans he was going to be accompanied by two novice scouts, whom were members of the ACADEMY as well; they were hindrances in Miumi’s eyes however. Their very presence prevented Miumi from unshackling the beast that lurked within the darkest recesses of his mind. The burden of suppressing the blood-lust quickly caused Miumi to become fatigued because stifling the voice within his head and to reject his more primal instincts. The life in the ACADEMY , would ultimately end up dulling the claws of this wolf and slowly it had begun to domesticate him. In the time that Miumi had amongst them he had been imbued with knowledge on a plethora of subjects; ranging from emergency medical procedures, the protocol for research and gathering specimens. It was perhaps on the way here that he learned the most as they loaded him on something that was called a “space-ship”, which reminded him of IVALICE’S airships. However, they went beyond the cerulean sky and alabaster clouds into the frigid nebulous expanses of space. Mystified by the new sights he pressed his face against the smooth polished surfaces of one of the windows and stared at the crimson swirls and the amaranth stars. Somehow seeing them from the hot DALMASCAN ESTERSANDS seeing them glimmer and twinkle compared to how they raged and spiraled. He found himself letting out a small sound of awe as a comet with a trail of diamond dust trailing behind flew within an arm’s length of the ship. The roar of asteroids passing by was deafening compared to the growl of thunder during the GIZA PLAIN’S wet season. He just found himself trying to take all in and one of the scouts chuckled and giggled to himself; having forgotten that Miumi had never been into space. He was soon offered a cup of tea, which helped ease Miumi’s nerves. His figure remained posed upon the edge of his seat until the darkness claimed his world as his eyes would flutter shut and slumber claimed him for what felt like a moment, but had in reality been hours. When his eyes awoken the tranquil sea of stars had been replaced by wild flora and fauna, which towered over their ship. He would slowly rise upwards letting out a childish yawn as he stretched and let out a series of mewls which were akin to a cat. His lupine tail swished once or twice as he slowly walked towards the cargo bay of ship because he could heard his two comrades speaking to themselves in hushed whispers; the advantage of his anthromorphic qualities. He listened to the low mechanical whirl of the door and was forced to bring his hand up to shield his eyes from the light that was filtering in through the open bay doors. He hissed as the light caused his head to throb, but the scent of nature filtered in filling Miumi with a sense of being at home as he was entering his element. He looked at his two scouting companions and merely walked towards a box which contained a satchel which carried a mediocre amount of gear for research. He swung it over to the left side of hip opposite to the right holster which contained his beloved weapon OKAMIGA NO ONI . He would scoop his petite arms under a series of crates, which may have been heavy but to someone whom carried carcasses it was easy. Once he descended the sloped silver platform and heard the crunch of branches beneath his feet he looked around in awe. The diverse flora alone made this place enchanting he looked back at the others and would give a quick curt wave as he would chase off after some type of hare which went running by. They went to protest but in the short time it took for them to think of what they were going to say Miumi had already bounded off. The rythematic and quickening beat of his heart as excitement filled his body matched the tempo of his feet pounding against the gnarled roots and ground. He would push off at angles quickly closing the distance with ease before he would lunge his claws extending outwards managing to slice off a thin tuff of its hair. He held the sinewy yet soft cotton like substance between his fingers toying with it as one might of done with a spider web before reaching into the satchel on his left and pulled out a small vial which had been kept in a padded container and placed it in. he still needed to obtain blood and other samples as well as perhaps the creature itself. He paused for the briefest of moments as sound of branches snapping caused him to become alert is grip tightened on the vial and he slid his other hand downwards towards his collapsed scythe ready to strike if whatever was lurking nearby was hostile. " Is somebody there ?" 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[gobi]

The Sunleth Waterscapes were beautiful and a true marvel to what nature can do when left on its own, more or less. It was home to a lot of different species, including the Flan. The Flan are a species of creature that had seemed to span multiple worlds, making it one of the few. Other species that did this were Chocobos, Behemoths, Marlboros, and… Cactuars. And where there might be Cactuars, there might be a little Ginger kid. Unfortunately, they’re probably not in the tree that the Ginger kid got himself stuck in.

Gobi had been fascinated with the Nature reserve, being partial to plants in general. The surplus amount of life around him was almost intoxicating for him. There really was nowhere like it that Gobi had seen before. But business came before pleasure. Gobi’s “business” was studying Cactuars, which meant recon. Sight-seeing would have to come later, after Gobi had surveyed the area about for Cactus life. After prioritizing his visit, he had looked about and decided that an up top overview would be a great place to start his recon. Backpack shouldered and gun holstered securely, he proceeded to climb up the nearest tree.

When he reached a commendable height, Gobi had stopped and took in his surroundings. The vastness and beauty of the Waterscapes were enough for Gobi to consider moving there, if only there had been signs of Cactuar life. This was a paradise in his mind. He had given an small ”Wow” and gone to lean on a branch that he hadn’t realized was farther away than his peripheral vision had led him to believe. That was when things went down, literally. Gobi fell, and fell, and fell some more (again, it was a commendable height), until he suddenly stopped. His stop caused him to jolt down violently and almost knocked the wind out of him. He wasn’t too far off of the ground, luckily a drop that wasn’t going to kill him.

He coughed and had attempted set himself free, but quickly realized that something on him was snagged on something else, most likely a branch or series of branches. He was then left to dangle in the air, unable to free himself, though struggling to do so. And so he remained for a few minutes. This is where we find Gobi currently.

In his struggles, he accidentally opened his backpack wide enough that some of his belongings were falling to the ground. He gave a squeak of protest and attempted to catch his belongings, but only managed to grab a hold of his tent and some notes. The rest of the escaped equipment survived the fall, thankfully, obtaining little to no damage, as well as causing little to none other than making some noises.


“Oh prickle!” he grunted, attempting to free himself but also trying to keep the rest of his things in his backpack. Then he noticed the sounds of something else. He gave an audible gulp, thinking that a monster was approaching, and then proceeded to struggle further. He made no more progress in freeing himself, but did manage to drop some more items, which proceeded to make more sounds as they made contact with the ground.

”Is somebody there?”

”AH! Don’t shoot, don’t bite, don’t do anything please! Just don’t do!” he pleaded suddenly. Most of the time when someone asked that question, Gobi ended up getting shot at, bitten, threatened, etc. No one said all of the Cactuarologist’s experiences were pleasant. Actually, most of them weren’t. So out of habit, Gobi had lifted his hands above his head as well as he could, being stuck in the tree and what not. And there he was, the Cactuar-boy dangling defenselessly and nonthreatening for Miumi to see.

[ayamu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 10px; color: #EC6A60; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] POISED & READY TO STRIKE , uneasiness claimed Miumi within the brief pause that existed between his shout and the time it took Gobi to respond; as for him it felt like an eternity. In the brief three or four seconds it had truly been Miumi’s hand had buried itself within the holster on his right hip and he extracted the collapsed and portable form of OKAMIGA NO ONI soundlessly. His ears would twitch eagerly awaiting a response and when Gobi’s pleas reached them Miumi couldn’t help but giggle because of their near hysterical nature. His sable obsidian ears would perk upwards coning and slowly rotating listening for the remnants of the sound to allow him to pin point GOBI . A brief sigh escaped his lips as he lingered in place for a moment before the muscles within his legs contracted and he would push off the ground propelling himself upwards onto a low branch of one of the trees. His hand pressing against the cool moss-covered and faintly moist bark. His steely gaze quickly slid across the terrace like a snake through the shadows, before the rustling of leaves and branches caused by the other’s weight being redistributed as they attempted to raise his hands in surrender. Allowing his left hand, which held within it the vial containing the furry of that odd creature to reach backwards he would place it within a small container, which had its exterior lined with thin durable metal while the interior filled with a padding with a series of holes cut just big enough for one to easily fit a vial in and be able to extract it as well. A quick push down on the lid and a lock of a clasp ensured that his sample would be safe from harm. He would take a deep calming breathe as he allowed his eyes to close for a moment as the sultry breeze would cause his sable locks to billow like wisps of smoke from a candle that had been blown out. Upon re-opening his dichromatic eyes the entirety of his muscles within his legs grew rigid as he pushed off with adequate force. This propelled him forward and he brought his legs inwards and crossed his arms over his chest as he craned his head towards them as he would break through the brush. A feeling of thin sharp thorns grazing his arms and legs causing a low hiss to emanate from between his lips and upon emerging he could feel tiny trickles on his extremities. A few branches had decided they were going to imbed themselves within his hair along with a few of their leaves and it would appear that Miumi was making no effort to remove them, instead choosing to run his hands along his arms and legs to ensure that no bugs had clung to him. He looked up at GOBI , whom was quite the strand looking kid as he was garbed primarily in green, which at least camouflaged him from any predators, but his vibrant auburn hair contrasted against it. The most striking and probably unnerving thing about Gobi, perhaps was how young he looked, albeit Miumi was quite young to be a field agent, but his looks were deceiving as he was well over three hundred years old. He would walk closer to the point where Gobi remain suspended a couple feet off the ground by a mass of vines which had entangled him. He would merely sigh allowing his left hand to come up to massage the bridge of his nose after her pushed his glasses up. His eyes lingered upon Gobi for just a moment longer before they would begin to rapidly look about as he attempted to formulate a plan. He would looked down at his beloved OKAMIGA NO ONI allowing it to unfurl into its full six foot length at the press of a small concealed button. He would reach upwards the edge of the weapon pushing on the socket releasing the scythe’s blade from place and turning it into a make-shift dagger. He collapsed the pole once more and placed the shaft of the dagger in between his teeth. He quickly rushed across the clearing and pushed off the ground craning his neck backwards as he neared one of the branches his hands clasping around the rather thick limb. His legs however just dangled limply as he hadn’t gone nearly as high as he may have wanted. He would attempt to pull himself on to it more and managed to get till the end of his sternum above the branch and was then able to swing his legs over to straddle the branch. He quickly rose onto his feet and would jump towards Gobi this time allowing his hand to shoot out grabbing one of the vines and using one of the vines closer to the other’s arm pit as a foot hold; the reasoning was Miumi could probably slid his feet in between the gap. He allowed his dominant hand, the right, to come free from the vines and retrieve the serrated blade from his mouth and gave a savage slash which tore a few of the vines asunder and the shift of their weight became apparent as Gobi would probably feel a distinct drop and find himself being twisted sideways. If that did occur he would feel Miumi’s feet pressing upon the area just below his last floating rib. He would however be courteous enough to offer a warning to the other, but the way Miumi’s voice sounded was odd, it was soft and feminine but behind it held years of wisdom as well as a commanding tone that would accept no defiance. “Hold onto my arms or waist and close your eyes.” He didn’t give the other very long to respond, infact it was probably just enough time for them to close their eyes and Miumi would sever the last supporting vines, which would cause Gobi to begin to free fall, which in turn sent Miumi plummeting downwards however in the fall Miumi’s left arm coiled around the other defensively. His plan was to take the brunt of the hall and he prayed that Gobi wasn’t too heavy, however upon landing he found that all the air had been knocked from his system and for a moment he would black out for a minute or two. In that time one might notice his deathly grip upon his blade. 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[gobi]

No one audibly responded to Gobi’s plea and that made him give a pathetic squeak of anxiety. He just knew he was going to get shot at, and with the way he was dangling, no one could miss. Well, no, I’d probably miss if it was me, he thought, not acknowledging his own rather uncannily precise aim. He still kept his arms as high as he could, still showing no signs of threat, not that Gobi could pull off the threatening look to begin with. He was just trying to come across as peaceful as ever.

When he took the time to quiet himself down, he heard movement not too far off from his dangling location. He blinked, waited and turned his head trying to see if he could see where this person was coming from. When Miumi emerged into view Gobi’s eyes immediately widened and he gave a small “whoa”. That’s a lot of piercings,[/color][/i] he thought. It was true that Gobi was rather impressed by the lycanthropic look of Miumi, anyone would if they weren’t used to it. But Gobi had studied Cactuars for a few years over a few worlds. One such world had a species of blue cat people called Ronso. Another had had Bunny ladies, called Viera. Humanoid races weren’t exactly a norm for Gobi, but they weren’t impossible for him to accept either. So, yes, Gobi’s more immediate thought was “Cool ears, but those piercings look painful.”

His second thought was that Miumi was an awfully small lycanthrope, being around the same size as himself from what he perceived. He then wondered if he traveled in packs and what they hunted, hopefully the prey not being Cactuars. Cactuarologist first, curious scientist second. This was all rummaging through his head as Miumi was moving about in a seeming attempt to get the Cactuar-boy down from his predicament. Gobi didn’t talk, which might have been mistake for fascination(or rudeness really), but Gobi was in general a quiet kid, and it was usually because he had a thousand thoughts similar to these running through his head at all times.

As Gobi watched Miumi, he couldn’t help but feel that Miumi didn’t have the feel of this world, like he didn’t belong and was perhaps just visiting. Gobi couldn’t pinpoint it, but worlds seemed to have a texture and its people matched the texture. Miumi didn’t seem to have this world’s texture, at least in Gobi’s opinion. Although, he countered with himself, I haven’t really seen another person from this world. Still, another world traveler isn’t out of the question. This thought was right before Miumi cut the first of Gobi’s entanglements. The sudden drop caught him by surprise, which may not have happened if he had been paying attention; story of his life. He gave a small yelp, but immediately felt himself being supported by Miumi. He had enough awareness though to realize that he was in a position to close his backpack and did so immediately. That was when he heard Miumi speak again.

“Hold onto my arms or waist and close your eyes.”

Gobi proceeded to immediately cling to the lycanthrope’s waist and pulled his headband and goggles over his eyes. The last of the entanglements were cut and the shift of gravity was a little unsettling, but the quick descent began. After Miumi had his grip on him, Gobi gave another yelp at the lurching feeling of the imminent collision with the ground. It wasn’t a long fall, and made even shorter because Gobi couldn’t’ see any of it. But when Miumi hit the ground, Gobi had managed to let go of his new found savior’s waist and unintentionally wiggled free from Miumi’s grip. Gobi tumbled a few feet away from the blacking out Miumi, toppling over himself and his backpack, and managing to grunt a bit. It was pain he was used to, pain from clumsiness and pain that was overall not important. Groaning, Gobi sat up rubbed his arm, and pulled up his head band and goggles. A quick look around, and Gobi saw Miumi dealing with the consequences of the fall. The Cactuarologist felt bad, realizing that the wolf had taken the brunt of it. He didn’t notice Miumi’s death grip on the weapon, but he crawled over to the small lycan.

“Are you okay?” he asked, with guilt and worry being evident in his young voice.

[ayamu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 11px; color: #EC6A60; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] DANCING SHADOWS & FLICKERING LIGHTS , Miumi’s head slowly lulled to the right side, however while that occurred the glare of the scorching sun seemed to intensify for the briefest of moment. The next moment however as his gaze settled upon GOBI , he could feel his eyes-lids growing heavy and slowly drooping downwards as he began to fully lose consciousness. At first it was merely the left eye which began to droop drastically and within a matter of seconds he was only looking out a slatted right eye and in the last few moments he could see that GOBI had begun to move. A smile weakly crossed his rather flustered and ashen face. His eyes soon shut and he would find himself disconnected from the corporal world and soon found himself standing within a room that was lined with red velvet tapestries with the sigma of a group of some sort. He found himself sitting behind a sturdy oak deck that had been furnished with brass fixtures as well as a variety of necessities which included a quill holder. A blink of an eye and soon he found himself standing upon the battlefield once more wielding his beloved OKAMIGA NO ONI , the way he saw someone whom resembledhimself dancing across the battle field leaving droplets of crimson in elegant trails. He had easily once filled the battlefields with such beautiful music as his foes cried out in pain and begged for mercy, but he had none of that. He just merely smiled and hummed a sick and twisted lullaby to himself, the next blink would bring him closer to the present when he had been standing upon an executional stand with a sword swinging forwards him. The next thing he knew when he closed his eyes within the dream-like world he found them opening within the corporal world, however they were glazed over as he wasn’t yet fully coherent. GOBI , however would make the mistake of getting close to a dangerous wolf and Miumi’s predatorily and combat instincts flared up and his arm lashed outwards suddenly and savage; the strength behind a single dagger swing rivaled that of a broadsword of a well-trained warrior. Mid arc Miumi wrenched his wrist awkwardly in an attempt to change the trajectory of his swing, instead of taking off poor GOBI’S nose or lower jaw it would dance mere centimeters from his face. Miumi sat upwards quickly at that point bringing his left hand upwards draping it over his right eye which as a piercing icy blue. A slight twist of his wrist would allow the cool hilt of the dagger to rest against his flustered head as he attempted to calm his breathing, which at this very moment was nothing but rapid and shallow wheezes. His chocolate hued eye was darting around rapidly trying to take in everything and Miumi brought his knees closer to his torso wrapping his free arm around them. He allowed the hand to go limp and it just dangled there. Miumi looked up his eyes were still widened with shock. A sudden rustling within the nearby foliage caused his body to go tense and for his emotional turmoil to be forgotten as his eyes narrowed. His eyes glazed over and he allowed his tongue to peak out from between his lips as they began a slow and seductive sweep across his lower lip making an audible slurp towards the end. He looked at GOBI and would mouth the word sorry, Miumi couldn’t help the fact that his instincts occasionally caused him to lash out. After all he was nothing more than a domesticated wolf and a dog of war. His eyes narrowed further as he scanned the brush for the movement and he could see a slimy appendage moving closer it was a vibrant reddish orange hue and was fairly large which probably meant it was a FLANDRAGORA , however it was clear within Miumi’s stupor he would be no match in actual combat, as he had yet to fully recover as his free arm extended outwards clasping upon GOBI’S shoulder using it to support his weight as he tried to rise upwards. His knees wobbled and shock and the wheezing of his breathe just from this effort suggested he hadn’t had ample time to recover. He would slowly attempt to straighten his legs and stand tall but this caused them to buckle and his hands flew outwards scratching against the bark of a tree. His eyes lowered in distain at himself and one could see his hands clenching until the distinct coppery scent filled the air and one could see a small rivet running down his clenched right hand and dripping against the leaves. He’d hold up his uninjured finger towards GOBI in an attempt to be quiet. Miumi would wait for a moment to see if the creature would pass, however it would burst through the brush and let out a strange noise, which was an almost gurgled and disgusting phlegmy cry. A distinct odor that reminded Miumi of a tomato lingered within the air, which matched the appearance of the FLANBANERO , as it had the bright vibrant hue of a tomato towards his top but as it went down it looked more like a rotten and putrefying tomato resulting in the off hue of yellow and orange. Miumi tried to focus his thoughts and he began to move his lips rapidly, while the words that came out were odd and cryptic and the briefest of pauses could be detected in between them. He had to think to remember the chants, which could be an indication perhaps that Miumi may of suffered a concussion from the fall and when his head snapped against the ground. GOBI might take notice when Miumi spoke in the arcane tongue, he had a voice that commanded respect and seemed to be inbued with wisdom. ” Oh, Ye of Holy judgement, strip away the ground and tear it asunder with glistening blades, THUNDER ! Miumi’s head throbbed and his focus was broken causing a strike of lightning to slam downwards near by the flan, almost decimating a small sapling, but dealing no damage to the flan itself,. His hand flew upwards cradling his head as he felt the mental fatigue. He pressed himself closer as sudden arcs of flame flew from the beast towards him and GOBI even in his sluggish movements he was able to avoid the brunt of the strike by a quick pivot beind the tree, a few of his hair had been ignited. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; line-height: 10px; color: #EC6A60; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] WORDS 800 + TAGS Gobi NOTES New template/ testing CREDIT coded by butters of btn [/style]

[gobi]

Gobi realized that his question was soon a silly one. Upon closer observations, Miumi had hit the ground harder than even Gobi had thought. And the Lycanthrope appeared to be fading out of consciousness. Gobi gave a small whine and gave a quick look around to see if any of his fallen items, which were scattered everywhere still. He had some smelling salts that might reawaken the Lycan. Well, they weren’t supposed to be smelling salts; they were supposed to have been a kind of snack. Gobi, however, had infused them with incorrect materials and had gotten these strongly smelling things. Long story short, they’re better off being smelling salts. He didn’t see them immediately, and when he turned his head around, there was a knife almost literally in his face.

As luck would have it, Miumi had regained consciousness. As luck would have it, he woke up with a violent start. As luck would have it, he had stopped himself before anyone found out if Gobi had red blood or just cactus juice in his veins.

At the point of Miumi retracting his blade from Gobi’s nose and sitting up, Gobi had himself fallen over and away with a loud “AHH!” Lying on his back and breathing hard, Gobi suddenly pondered his place in the universe. That there hadn’t been enough Cactuars was very prominent. He gulped, trying to get the image of a highly deadly weapon that was mere centimeters from his nose out of his head. Shaking his head and unconsciously putting a gloved hand to his nose, as if to remind himself that it was still there, he sat up and looked to Miumi.

Miumi, who looked flustered and confused, was breathing quickly. Gobi then took notice of his different colored eyes. Oddly enough, the Cactuarologist gotten a little fascinated by the apparent heterochromia that Miumi was displaying. Mostly because Miumi’s eyes were wide and gave off the look of shock, Gobi was able to truly observe the chocolate brown and icy blue difference.

Gobi didn’t hear the rustle that Miumi had, but it was very clear when the Lycanthrope’s demeanor changed. This was made especially evident when Gobi watched the different colored eyes go from wide to narrow and he watched as the wolf-boy licked his lips. Then the heterochromatic lycanthrope looked directly at the young traveler and mouthed an apology. Gobi tilted his head, not realizing what that had been for. Then he looked down his own face, saw that his glove was still covering his nose. The young scientist assumed he had apologized for the near “Got your nose”-joke-gone-wrong thing. He took his hand from his nose and waved it off, hoping let Miumi see that it was alright. And if he was being honest, he had had closer calls than that.

He was going to verbally reassure Miumi of that, but then he noticed that the wolf-boy’s head was turning, trying to locate something. Gobi tilted his head the other way, just watching him. He must be hearing something I can’t, which with ears like that would be totally understandable, but wouldn’t the clanking of those piercings get in the way?[/color] Because that was what was important in Gobi’s mind. Miumi seemed to see something and was then using Gobi’s shoulder as a weight. Gobi looked up with his rather boring, single colored eyes, trying to gage how his theorized fellow traveler was faring. He hadn’t fully recovered, that much was certain, as he still seemed shaky. Gobi was completely oblivious that the Lycanthrope had picked up on something hostile, story of his life. Otherwise, the Cactuarologist may have tried to convince Miumi to pull a “Cactuar” and use Flee. It wasn’t glorious, but it got the survival job done.

Gobi noticed the blood dripping from Miumi’s fist and he blinked at that, not sure as to why he had done that to himself. He was going to ask, but Miumi motioned for him to be quiet. Uh-oh…,[/color] he thought. Realization was finally sinking in, and for Gobi it was a tad too late. The Flanbanero emerged from the foliage, crying out which masked Gobi’s own yelp. Some sort of battle instinct took over for two seconds, enough time for him to pull his trademark Needle Gun, though it just didn’t look right in his hands. Anyone with any sort of sense would look at Gobi with that gun and run if they knew what was good for them. Not because he could fight, but because of the polar opposite reason.

The Cactuarologist recognized a member of the Flan family immediately. It appeared different, as most universally spread monsters did from each other, but it was definitely a Flan. It had more of a molten, caramelized look about it, as it flung it’s appendages about madly, and it oddly reminded Gobi of a tomato puree. A disgusting one, but a puree nonetheless. Gobi looked at his weapon as the abysmal realization of a standard Flan’s melee-proof ability reoccurred to him and then he looked at his Needle cartridge in his jacket pocket with even more terror. He had a Thundara Needle, yes, and even a Sleep Needle. But there was no guarantee that the Needles would provide what they were supposed to. Hopefully, his companion was better equipped to handle this than Gobi was.

His luck, no, Miumi wasn’t. He heard Miumi chanting what Gobi assumed to be a spell, but noticed that he didn’t seem perfectly alright. Physical shakiness aside, it seemed Miumi was rattled mentally as well. Possible concussion, which was just what Gobi’s luck would give him. Gobi gulped, but watched as the Lycanthrope was able to cast a Thunder spell of some sorts. Impressive as it was, it missed its target and only seemed to infuriate the monster even more. Of course it did. Gobi managed to get to his feet as Miumi was cradling his head and the Cactuarologist watched as the Flanbanero was about to spew something at them. Gobi hoped it wasn’t fire….

“HOTHOTHOTHOTHOT!” he yelped. Miumi had managed to get away from the flames and miraculously so had Gobi. Miumi was a tad more graceful, even with a possible concussion. Gobi had flailed out of the way essentially and had gotten one of his gloves scorched. Out of the way of the flames Gobi was panting and crawled backwards, trying to put more distance between himself and the Flame Flan. That was when he felt his hand go over a piece of paper.

”Oh, my notes and thi-AHHH!” As he had rediscovered his belongings, the Flan had turned to take a physical swipe with its drooping arms. Grabbing up his things, Gobi rolled/flailed away again. Unconsciously he turned to shoot with his Needle gun and pulled to trigger. Miraculously three needles lodged themselves in the Flan’s eye, but that only worsened its mood, go figure. “Oops….”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 12px; color: #FC9098; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] BRUISED FLESH & DISTANT MEMORIES , MIUMI soundlessly pressed his battered and bruised body up against the disheveled bark of the tree. His head had twisted savagely to avoid the sultry air which followed in the wake of the blistering flames. However, much like GOBI it appeared that LADY LUCK was against them as the scent of burnt leather and hair would perforate the air like cheap nauseating perfume. Miumi’s gaze suddenly grew cold as he allowed it to slide down the length of his hair and linger upon the ends, which were faintly charred and some of them were still glowing with the last flicks of an ember before they flickered out, which allowed a thin wisp of repugnant smoke to waft up towards his face. The gentle porcelain mask that Miumi adorned suddenly twisted into a visage of pure abhorrence as his fingers would touch the charred frayed ends of his hair. His angry had naught a minute to fester as his eyes slide towards GOBI , whom was still flailing and trying to gather his belongings but Miumi had forgotten about the FLAN’S elasticity and as it’s arms flew towards GOBI his mouth would slide open in an attempt to give warning. However, it appeared the young cactoid fanatic was quite nibble on his feet and possessed good instinct as he rolled away from the FLANBANERO he upholstered a bizarre green hued gun and launched a series of needles into the jelly-like eye of the flan. The sudden attack seemed to have not only caught the FLANBANERO off guard but also enraged it, in a similar fashion to Miumi about his hair albeit for different reasons, Miumi’s being more personal. His eyes narrowed into thin slits as the FLANBANERO seemed focused upon the red-haired youth and almost completely oblivious to Miumi’s presence, possibly because those needles had destroyed it’s peripheral vision, which meant Miumi was in its blind spot. It took Miumi a moment to realize this and he would let out a deep breathe, which was interpreted as a sigh of relief, however when he did so he felt pain resonating through the entirety of his right side, primarily from his ribs, which lead him to the conclusion that in the fall and from GOBI’S weight he had cracked one of the ribs and prayed it wasn’t one of the floating. In the midst of the battle he didn’t have time to dwell on it as the FLANBANERO advanced upon GOBI , which caused Miumi’s eyes to suddenly dilate and one could feel a change within the very air as the aura that surrounded Miumi lost it’s care-free nature and was overcome with one of blood-lust and primal rage. Miumi’s soft face suddenly hardened and his eyes would glaze over further to the point where they shimmered like freshly polished china. He would lower closer to the ground changing his center of gravity before he pushed off the ground quickly closing the distance between him and the tomato puree esque monster. Once he grew closer he would lunch his body colliding with the gelatinous form of the beast. In his haste he had forgotten about his ribs, which caused a low hiss to emanate from betwixt his coral lips. He would fight through it and reached for the eyes of the beast his nails clawing at its jello-like body until he felt the cold metal of the needles and closed his hands around it. Meanwhile, the beast flailed wildly and savagely in an attempt to dismount Miumi from it’s back, and it’s heavy aqueous limbs would slap against Miumi’s back which knocked the wind from his lungs. He would let out a violent cough here and there but he refused to let go as Miumi’s lips would part he would quickly begin to chant once more. “ Ye tear drops of RAMUH , strike down my foes with your crackling sorrows, THUNDER “ In Miumi’s haste he would recite a different incantation and this time a series of bright vibrant orbs would form taking the form of crackling lightning bugs which landed harmlessly upon Miumi’s forearm and flickered before they would land upon the needles at that point Miumi let go and was thrown off smashing into the ground and rolling. His eyes dilated heavily but he would snicker as the bugs landed upon the three needles. Suddenly an arc of lightning stroke from the cloudless sky causing the needles to glow red hot within the amaranthine glow of the lightning. The flan’s body would convulse violently and it’s eye would blister and boil before the heat within the beast reached a critical point and suddenly the flan would explode in a gooey explosion. Meanwhile Miumi’s head lulled too and fro as he slowly forced himself up onto his fore-arm. Once more the LUCAVI WARRIOR would begin to chant this tmie his words were slow and filled with delay suggesting he was pretty dazed. “ Oh, angel of the battlefield bestow upon me loving grace, CURE .”

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At that moment a dull glowing would surround Miumi and small orbs which let out bell like laughter began to poke and prod Miumi’s skin repairing some of the ecchymosis and bruising that he had suffered as well as easing the pain within his head. His ribs still hurt but not nearly as an alarming he would look over towards GOBI offering a childish smile.



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Gobi might have been impressed with Miumi’s prowess as a combatant, but he had been too busy to dodge any flailing that the Flanbanero had started after getting shot in the eyes three times. The Cactuarologist was constantly yelping, dodging the infuriated swipes, but he was also simultaneously picking up his dropped belongings. Gobi wasn’t the best when it came to priorities, and in his mind, gathering his notes and equipment couldn’t wait until after the creature was disposed of. No, he had to get everything right now, but most of everything was in the “arm’s” reach of the Flan. Still, one could almost be impressed with his determination.

Somehow surviving and collecting everything, Gobi looked up just in time to see Miumi launch himself into the Flanbanero, so the creature’s attention and flailing finally found a different target. Gobi gave a small sigh of relief before watching as Miumi got hit in the back. The red-head grimaced, knowing it had to have hurt a great deal. But all props had to be given to the Lycanthrope, that even despite receiving a slight beating, he could still pull off chanting another spell. Gobi watched with mild fascination as tiny “bugs” formed from the spell, collecting themselves first on Miumi’s forearm and then onto Gobi’s own needles.

Miumi was finally flung off of the infuriated Flan, and Gobi watched helplessly as the fellow traveler rolled away. His attention caught elsewhere, Gobi had little time to process the Thunder Spell and its effects. Its highly messy effects. Before he knew it, there was Flan everywhere. It was in Gobi’s hair, on his clothes, and all around him. Gobi gave a bewildered blink before shuddering and then attempting to fling the excess off of him. He looked about him and swore he would probably not eat another tomato for a good long while.

“Ah, gross…,” he muttered as Miumi cast his own Cure Spell. “But not the grossest, I guess….” He looked up and saw Miumi giving him a childish smile. Gobi smiled himself, if Miumi could even see it first under the Flan bits, and then past the Cactuar bandana he had around his neck. Slowly, feeling the goo move all about him in a disturbing way, Gobi stood up and tried shaking off again. He gave up and just decided he had been in worse situations and he would find a small, small, small source of water to wash up in. Once more he looked over to Miumi and felt the urge to thank the Lycanthrope, as he believed that’s what you did in situations like this. Or did asking about the other’s health condition take precedence? Gobi’s already suffering social etiquette was unfortunately at a cross roads.

“Are you okay? And uh…. Thanks for the tree thing and the Flan… thing….” Gobi felt like he hadn’t said those two things in quite the right order, but he was confident those were the important points at least.

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Miumi’s would perk up once more as he was listening for something, the sound of running water. He held up his finger to the other and at the moment Miumi could hear the faintest pounding of the other’s heart, followed by the movement of the leaves surrounded them and finally the sound of moving water; a river, if he had to guess. Miumi would look down at the other’s supplies which he had probably ruined, Miumi would walk over to the tree where he had thrown his own pack, which was filled with an extensive and thorough field-examination lab kit. He offer it to the other without a word and after he placed it at the other’s feet he would continue onwards to a small break amongst the dense trees taking the moment to glance backwards and making a gesture for the other to follow him, whether or not he did was up to the CACTOID FANATIC . The vibrant shades of crimson, cerulean and even pink flowers which grew wildly along the narrow path Miumi had went down, but something struck him as odd he noticed where those flowers grew other vegetation was sparse, perhaps they were an invasive species.

He only thought that because of their high population density and the lack of any signs of them being disturbed. He would slowly leaned forward allowing his doll-like porcelain fingers to slowly close around the viridian waxy stem. A sudden prick of a thorn would halt his attempt to pick it until Miumi slowly slid his finger away from the thorn and allowed his thumb to place right below it and gave a sudden press to snap it. The stem contorted and hung limply before Miumi would use the edge of one of his nails to split the sinewy strings which held it together. He would bring the flower upwards and held it briefly under his nose while his other hand hung behind his back. At that very moment it was hard to believe that same child was such a monster, but none the less looks were deceiving. He would only remain like that for a moment before another question ran through his mind what did those flans eat, as when it exploded there was no sign of food anywhere. He would bring his free hand upwards and gingerly scratch his temple.

After he pondered over it for another second he would continue down the path pushing off the un-even terrestrial surface to propel himself forward. This caused him to move somewhat sporadically as he simply went with the flow of the earth and it gave him an animalistic quality, not exactly a wolf but perhaps a deer. He soon found himself covering his eyes when he landed as the glimmer from the sparkling water would blind him temporarily. He slowly pulled his arms down from shielding his eyes to take in the beauty as the pristine and clean water bubbled over small rocks. A couple massive stones made a make shift damn and cross way and a small stretch of sand, which came from the rocks which had been ground up offered a plush walkway for a thirsty animal or a bathing human. Miumi would slowly walk towards the water sniffing the air once or twice for any unwelcomed scents as well as scanned the horizon for any sign of movements, once he had done that twice he would confirm to himself that this area was safe. So he would proceed to move behind a voluminous bush and slowly undid his hair from its ribbon allowing it to cascade down or what wasn’t in clumps.

He would also remove at least his jacket and shirt and his skirt but left on his leather tights and his shoes. As he approached the water his eyes would glow a haunting eerie blue.

“ Oh ye Tears of Levithan, Surge forth and Purify the Lands

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As Miumi spoke the water around him suddenly grew eerily still and slowly it rose upwards a soft globe, Miumi extended one hand and it sudden began to boil violently as Miumi purified it of bacteria it would appear before he would toss his clothing into the orb. While it cycled around for a moment one could see the water stained a deep murky red, suggesting the leather had a layer of blood. Miumi said nothing as slowly his hand would extend the waste oozed out and would spill upon the sand. He would repeat that once more before he extended his hands moving them intricately causing the bubble to explode removing all the moisture from the clothing. He caught his garments and would place them upon a thin-slabbed rock before he would take a tentiative step into the water. The luke-warm water would ensnare his ankle and the pull of the current slowly drew him in deeper. In a matter of seconds Miumi was submerged up to his waist and slowly leaned backwards allowing his body to float upon the surface. His hands flowed upwards and would push against his gooby hair and attempted to get it all under the water.

One might notice that Miumi's chest was fairly smooth, but it was covered in a criss cross of silver scars not to mention there was a fairly jagged on across his lower right ribs that went to his left hip.


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