A NEW BEGINNING [ INT. DEPT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings [style=width:350px;height:350px;overflow: auto;font-family:calibri;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;line-height: 100%] THE CHANGING TIDES, , once more ensnared Miumi within its empyrean hold. Upon opening his eyes once more Miumi stared up at the vivid green leaves, which were something that Miumi was only accustomed to seeing during the GIZA PLAINS during their wet season; this was different however. The overpowering perfume of the moist earth and falling rain didn’t linger in the air, nor did the sounds of beasts running free or the occasional crackle of lightning from a LIGHTNING ELEMENTUM , a truly awe-inspiring creature, which Miumi had only the briefest encounters with. Those encounters had not been pleasant and Miumi was lucky to have escaped with his life, which was something that had been on the line with every marked-mission. The rushes of adrenalin and the thrill of the hunter was something he had become accustomed to, much like seeing the sun rise upon the scorching sands of DALMASCAN ESTERSAND and setting upon them as they grew cold in the hours of twilight. A sudden pang of nausea over swept him, which caused an uneasiness and his arms that had been draped over his stomach suddenly tightened his sides. He couldn’t explain why he felt the way he did. A soft sniffle escaped from between his lips, as sorrow had made refuge within his heart, as he was had begun to turn his back upon the place that he had once called home, IVALICE , but was it truly home, when he had no place to return to? He merely had jobs that would await him as a MARKED HUNTER , and he would be forced to take them to make a shabby living. However, that paltry life style was something he had become so accustomed to. His eyes would water briefly as they stung, as perhaps the emotional pain of missing the place he called home and the life style, had been more debilitating then the hardships he had already endured. He had once suffered famine, before he was lucky enough to be taken in by a merchant whom taught Miumi the skills of the trade; poaching and appraisal, which had served him well. He had learned to hunt and salvage his prey in order to sustain himself. The image of himself hovering over a bloody DALMASCAN WOLF or a headless CACTOID . He had been so alone, despite having someone care for him he had no family that was until he had joined CLAN CENTURIO . It had been filled with a variety of rogues, whom each had their own story and welcomed Miumi with open arms as a comrade. He would reach down beside him pulling out a small leather bound book, it’s surfaces were damaged and some of them were blood-stained, however the pages inside were crisp and had only recently began to yellow with age, which caused them to make a crinkling sound each time he would turn them. Within the book were marked missions, there were easily ten or more. Many of the first ones were when he had been accompanied by members of the clan, however as he turned through the pages. He stopped upon one of them. It was a RARE MONSTER HUNT , a creature known as a DUSTA , when he had been accompanied by GENE , a male viera, whom Miumi had fallen for died to protect him. All that he had managed to keep was a small lock of Gene’s hair as well as a small locket that he had been given and from the Dusta a piece of its sickle like claws. It was from that point onwards that Miumi had become a lone wolf, yet once more he found himself seeking the company of others. He had been rescued by the ACADEMY , when he had pushed him limits with reckless abandon and surcome to the heat and exhaustion. He had already nearly made enemies with HOPE , whom seemed to bear no malice despite Miumi’s attempt to stab him with a needle, which had been during his fear induced state. However in thanks, as well as for more personal reasons he had offered to join the ACADEMY , during his stay in the medical bay he was given such an overwhelming number of papers and a few books. They tested his aptitude at least in a written fashion, which had managed to lance him a job within the INTELLIGENTENCE department as a field agent. From that point they gave him books on both flora and fauna, as well as had a fellow researchers come in and in-between his rehab sessions teach him about the process of procuring samples. His rehabilitation sessions had been for his shoulder, which he managed to only partial heal, so with the use of some of their medicine and thunder magic they managed to stimulate the nerves and muscles to realign them. Today, however was his official release from the medical bay, after his screening had been done. He had been given a pair of thin black glasses, in place of his others which were apparently the wrong prescription as well as made from crude glass. He fiddled with the new glasses, which were mainly meant for reading, which he had done quite a lot of, but how much he understood had been limited, perhaps because of the difference between his own tongue and the ones the book were written in, while Miumi’s was more primitive he had managed to grasp it with the help of fellow researchers and came to readily understand it. Slowly he would close the book and place it within his small satchel as he soundlessly rose. He would turn his back against the tree and gently lace his hands behind him as he reached into his pocket, it was orders to go to the field training, which was pretty much another lecture. It oddly brought the nostalgic feel that the marked mission offered as well. He would walk towards the exit of the court yard stopping by a small fountain. He looked down at himself. He found himself starring at someone he believed to be a stranger. A deep voice resonated through-out his head murmuring it’s agreement as well as whispering the name of a dark scion, whom relentlessly searched out. It would be easier here perhaps, as he noticed they had information on a variety of fiends, however some were just vague. He looked back at the still serene water staring at his own face. His sable locks were clean and no longer matted with sweat and dried sand. His eyes didn’t bear that emptiness of someone whom had lost their purpose for moving on, but instead were filled with the embers of hope. A faint smile bore itself upon his lips, where normally only took refudge when he accepted a mission and during the hunt. He would adjust his shirt which was a black t-shirt which was held in place by a series of straps. He reached into his bag retrieving his own jacket, which was made of leather and lined with an interior high quality cloth, as well as fur that was from a mission with GENE . He would pull it around himself and could faintly smell the scent of home within the fur. A single tear slid downwards and would fall upon the still water, causing it to ripple. He only smiled and looked towards the sky and whispered a silent thank you. He would continue to walk the rather short black leather skirt, which was lined underneath with a plaid cloth to prevent it from sticking to him, would sway back and forth. His black lupine ears twitching at every sound and his tongue occasionally peaked out licking his fangs, as he expected a fight or something. He stopped briefly placing his arms on the wall for support as he took a brief break. He adjusted the various straps that laced up and down his legs and held a pair of wedged sandals on. His hand rested on the holister that hung by his side and housed his beloved weapon, OKAMIGA NO ONI , whom had allowed him to lay waste to so many of his enemies and protect his friends. He would look at it once more as he walked towards the INTELLIGENT DEPARTMENT . His hand would reach down pulling up the keycard and slide it through a thin slot, which caused the door to ping before it opened. He had the necessary clearance and he walked into a room devoid of people, however it was filled with a variety of beakers and test tubes, some which contained plants and preserved artifacts from ruins and animals. He would look at them with a piqued interest and he approached a table. The mechanical whirl of the door caused him to jump and he had to quickly turn around and grasp a few beakers, which were filled with colorful fluids. An unknown figure would enter and Miumi would only offer a playful chuckle as he held three beakers, some albeit awkwardly within his hands. He would slowly turn and place them back in their place. Miumi wasn’t sure whom it was the light from the hallway still obscured many of their features.

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Tags HOPE, VINCENT, SHELKE ||Word counts300+ ||Note OHH YEAH

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