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soul akira
Posted: Mar 30 2011, 04:08 AM


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This wasn't normal. Soul lifted his eyes and looked around, seeing nothing but tree after tree. There wasn't even a way to see the sky! Kneeling on the dusty trail he had been walking on, he touched the ground with two half-gloved fingers, closing his eyes, before standing up and glancing around again. There was a light breeze, just enough to ruffle his hair so that whenever it came through, his hair was pushed into his eyes. Still, there wasn't really much he could go on in terms of direction. And to think he was headed all the way for the Mi'ihen highroad was unnerving. Letting out a sigh, the boy muttered something quietly before placing his palms on the tree he stood in front of. He gripped it tightly and began the climb up, using his sword for extra support. Once at the top he thought he may have had a clearer view of the forest, but in his opinion, it only got worse. All around him were trees upon trees, entwined with more trees until you felt like you were in some sort of maze. He was almost driven to marking them to find his way out.

"I've already been that way, and that way." The youth reported, naming off the paths so hopefully he could find a way out. "I came that way, so I guess this way is all I have left." He looked around quickly, making sure that no one heard his plans or the fact that he had been having a conversation with himself before turning down the path. Soul walked quickly, with purpose. His head was held high, his normal expression of a glare being highlighted by the fact that he hadn't pushed his hair away from his eyes and so looked like he was hiding some terrible secret. What he was in fact, 'hiding' wasn't so terrible or really a secret at all. He just didn't make it his business to tell every his entire life story upon meeting them. And why rush things? Why not wait a while before you told them that you were kidnapped, or tortured? Why tell them at all? Especially since it could be used against you later. If you were stupid enough to tell the wrong person.

Finally, it seemed like the trees were thinning away. Soul stepped off the main path and turned down one of the forks in the road, before coming to a complete stop. Before him was a river, lit up with pyreflies and the moon. Or was it the sun? Either way, it was a sight to behold. Even Soul couldn't deny that. He stopped and sat on the ground in front of the water, wondering if that was where he should eat. Crossing his legs, he finally pulled some of his hair back and he wanted to smile, but it didn't seem like a good time to.
MYINAH
Posted: Mar 31 2011, 12:18 AM


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    macalania forrest was generally a place that mylinah tried to avoid. hell, macalania in general was a place that the young al-bhed woman tried to avoid. while most people longed to travel to the beautiful frozen lakes of macalania and the azure hued pyrefly filled forrests, myinah dreaded going there once every few weeks or so for business. ah yes, it was all for business, and that was what she had to keep telling herself in order to force herself to go there. it was stupid, why couldn't gippal and his two sidekicks have gone to macalania to deal with the guados? no, of course he didn't, he was the leader after all, so all the dirty work that no good self-deserving al-bhed citizen didn't want to do was put on her shoulders in the machine faction. yes, myinah satym had the very unfortunate job of being the 'consultant,' for the machine faction. you wanted a new high-tech blitzball stadium, a concert amphitheater with wide-screened spheres, or a few machina guns, for well... never mind, she didn't want to know the purposes. the point was, all new machina related business deals went through her advisement. she handled the money and laid out the construction and sealed the deals with people all over spira. myinah never understood why she was put in that position, it wasn't as if she was the friendliest person in spira.

    so what was the young blonde doing in macalania anyways? debt collecting, of course! that stupid merchant o'aka the whatever hell number had passed on the store to his brother wantz, and even his brother was not able to keep the al-bhed owned store out of debt. so, myinah was left to be the bad guy and deal out the threats and pain. it was always the same excuse, 'no one comes to macalania! i can't make a profit off of anything when no one visits!' always the same excuses that she was tired of hearing. after pointing a small machina gun to his throat she had at least received a little bit of payment to bring back to her bosses at the headquarters in djose. macalania was just so unpleasant to be at because of all the damn guados that had infested the place since they had left guadosalam out of embarrassment from seymour's actions and destroying the al bhed underground city of 'home.' yes, myinah was certainly one to hold grudges.

    walking down the path with a sac of her portable sphere grid and various machina weapons in it, the blonde sighed in relief after finishing her work in macalania. exhausted from the day's work, myinah decided to go off the path and trudge through the trees of the forrest as a short cut to the river. while she was there she might as well enjoy the only good thing about macalania; the river. as she stepped out into the clearing she heard a rustle from the ground and quickly reached for her bag to instinctively take out a grenade to throw, however upon looking a few feet away from her and seeing the boy she slowly put it away cautiously. "enjoying the view?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she slowly approached him. "hmm... i think i've sold to you in the past, no?" the blonde inquired, quirking an eyebrow at him.
soul akira
Posted: Mar 31 2011, 01:24 AM


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Normally, Macalania wasn't a place the boy wandered either, mainly because it was confusing. Soul never asked for directions, so going to a place as thick with trees and dark as Macalania was never a good idea. Neither was Luca, but that was for the simple fact that he didn't like crowds. It was funny, because Macalania seemed like a place Soul would love to be, and in all actuality, he loved the woods. Still, he got lost every time he wandered into them. You would think by now he would know his way through it, but he didn't. Probably never would. And because he refused to mark the trees, it was even worse. Why ruin nature though? The blade was only for something that deserved it, a fiend or a person. Trees couldn't hurt you unless someone pushed one on you. And even then it was the person's fault.

"Enjoying the view?" The female voice sounded oddly familiar as Soul jerked his head upward to look at the person it belonged to. Dammit. His time of peace was over. Letting out a soft sigh, he decided that maybe if he just ignored her she would go away on her own. Unfortunately, as he expected with this girl, it didn't work. "hmm... i think i've sold to you in the past, no?" Came her voice again. This time, his eyes shifted in her direction before her turned his head completely. "Maybe." with that he turned his head back to the sight before him, fighting the urge to rub his temples and say something extremely rude. Truth was, she wasn't that bad, it was just the wrong time to speak to him. Actually, a good ninety percent of the time it was bad to talk to Soul. It wasn't like he was an in-your-face jerk, just very quiet, more or less. Everyone was going to disappoint you at some time in your life, you might as well limit who is able to do so.

Turning back to the woman, Soul pulled his hair away from his face and raised one of his eyebrows to match her. "Could I help you?" Honestly, he didn't know why she found him so odd. He was just, distant. Distance was his safe harbor. Soul liked it. Solitude was easier to deal with. No drama, no love, hate, or death of someone you cared about. You had time to rationally think about what your next move was going to be, and if you should be making any such move at all. But that was when the thoughts of him getting married crept up, because unfortunately, that was inevitable. The girl was eagerly waiting, older than he was, and Soul wasn't pleased with the union. At all.
MYINAH
Posted: Mar 31 2011, 02:51 AM


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    hmm, well this bloke was a little strange, myinah thought to herself as she slowly closed the distance between the two of them, standing above him as he was seated on the ground. having a nice conversation with someone would be a nice change from the nasty ones that she had been forced to have with o'aka and wantz earlier on their payments to the al-bhed for their rented out shop. she was tired of making threats, taking out her weapon, forcing people to obey her by violence. sure, it always gave her a bit of a power high to watch a man start shaking in fear from her, it made her pulse quicken probably just as much as her victim's. it was nice having power for being a woman of such a small stature. alas, she was a business woman and when someone didn't satisfy her need of payment, well... there was not much of a choice besides making the person pay for it in a different way. nothing came free, especially her machina that people chose to use and then seemingly 'forget,' to pay for. ah yes, there had been enough violence for the day, it was time to at least enjoy some of macalania before she headed off to bevelle.

    allowing a sigh to escape her pale colored pouted lips, the nineteen year old cast her swirled verdant gaze upon the silver haired boy. yes, she was well-aware of the fact that it seemed as though he didn't want company, but unfortunately she wasn't the type of person to just back off. no, this boy was much different; he was strange, eerily strange, and that only drove her curiosity more. she didn't like being half-way ignored, so yes - she would stay there and pester him for a bit more whether he liked it or not, she truly did not care. "ehh, you look a tad bit familiar. don't know too many people with erm, that silver hair you got, you know?" she spoke, narrowing her eyes at him slightly as she tried to put a name to the face, all the while setting her sac of supplies on the ground next to him. he didn't seem too threatening. sure, he might have been a tad bit strange in her eyes, but not frightening.

    running a hand through her feathery ash blonde locks, she placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side slightly at his question. well, no - of course she didn't need any help from him. she just wanted to talk, to be social on a half-way friendly level would be nice. apparently she had picked the wrong person to do so with though as he seemed more stoic than she was on a normal basis. "hm... no, don't think so. unless you're looking to buy anything. i sell weapons. you never know. woods might look pretty, but things can get heated easily." she pitched her business right away, wiggling her eyebrows for a moment.
soul akira
Posted: Mar 31 2011, 03:14 AM


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    The girl was equally as strange to Soul. She was a bit pushy, too social, and he heard she could be a little violent. Of course it was all about her pay, but still. She wasn't extraordinarily frightening to Soul but for a girl she could be a little intimidating, and her spirit was readable and overwhelming, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Just unexpected. He still wished he could explain to people that his distance had nothing to do with them, he was just like that. No one seemed to really understand that fact about him, and he felt like it was probably useless to try to explain. Especially since this girl would probably not care enough to listen. They seemed to puzzle each other, which was fine, as long as he didn't think about it every minute of the day. Then he would have a problem. If a person entered your mind more than anything else, like surviving, that meant you had feelings for them. That was something that wasn't okay, both because he was already engaged and because it was just dangerous. Not for the fact that people liked to use who someone cared about most as their weakness, though it was very valid, but constantly being worried about another person in the middle of a battle wasn't a good idea. Soul knew all about that.

    His eyes didn't move as she came closer, he kept them locked on hers, and she was one of the few who wasn't put off by his gaze. It usually made people uneasy, very much so, though that was another thing he never understood. "ehh, you look a tad bit familiar. don't know too many people with erm, that silver hair you got, you know?" The girl said, and Soul sighed and nodded. Was she poking fun at his hair color? It wasn't original in the slightest. But once again she didn't seem like the type to sit around and make fun of people. Seemed like she had better things to do. That drove his curiosity more. The girls he'd met tried to get on his good side with a poorly executed joke, only to figure out that his sense of humor left much to be desired. He did have one, if you're wondering. It was just dry humor, sarcastic and most of the time, other people didn't understand it. Especially since he didn't laugh. Ever. An empty half-chuckle was the best you were going to get.

    When Soul asked if she needed help, he was hoping that she would get the message and leave. Unfortunately she probably understood the message, but refused to leave. Stubborn type, eh? If she wanted someone easy to converse with, she would have to go find someone else, unless she was up for a very difficult challenge. Getting Soul to speak was like getting a baby to eat vegetables. It probably wasn't going to happen. "hm... no, don't think so. unless you're looking to buy anything. i sell weapons. you never know. woods might look pretty, but things can get heated easily." He looked around at the trees and nodded before returning his gaze to the woman again. "Unless you've got a sharping stone, I think I'm good." It was a sentence. That was something, right? Maybe she'd go away now.
MYINAH
Posted: Apr 1 2011, 03:32 AM


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    so much for having decent conversation with someone, as apparently myinah had picked the wrong person to converse with. she figured that someone was trying to tell her just to stick to being cold to people rather than engaging in friendly small talk. it just went to show her to just do what she did best, or what she was used to. the blonde had been under the impression that if she had, had a half-way friendly conversation with someone, then perhaps she wouldn't have felt so bad for her past actions of the day, threatening shop keepers, being nasty to guados who had treated her with perfect kindness. she just wanted a change. it was not easy being cold, having walls up. yes, it actually did take an effort to put them up, but perhaps even more effort to take them down and just enjoy someone's company. clearly the walls on both sides of the fence were going to stay up that night though, she thought as she stared confusedly at the silver haired boy before her, trying to see through him. mystery was never something that myinah liked, and it seemed to be everything that he was with his stoic persona, barely giving her the time of day.

    there wasn't much else that she could do other than try to put humor into the clearly awkward situation. unfortunately the girl's sense of humor usually ended up in poking fun of others, but she wanted to spark conversation somehow. why not point out the most obvious feature of the boy sitting beside her? clearly he did not share the same sense of humor that she did, making her feel stupid, which ended up making her feel the same anger that she had felt earlier after her hell of a day. so, she had made her attempt to be friendly with him. if he wanted to be cold, that was fine, she only showed the same feeling given to her. sure, the girl was easily angered, but after a day of making threats and doing business deals with people, or rather creatures she was not too fond of, yes - she was a little volatile.

    if he was just going to be silent and cold, she wasn't going to pursue anything. no, she didn't have to waste her time on some stuck-up twat who thought he was better than her to hardly talk with her. "i'm al bhed, i sell machina. if i did, i think i'd use it to stab my own eye out." she spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone of voice even though the comment was venomous. myinah was over attempting conversation and bent over to pick up her sac that she had set on the ground, slinging it back onto her back with a small smirk, turning to walk away.




soul akira
Posted: Apr 2 2011, 12:48 AM


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    It took no effort on the part of Soul to keep his walls up, because in the famous words of Lady Gaga, he was 'born that way'. The walls didn't bother him, nor did he ever wish someone took the time to break through them. He was just content being by himself, not begging for company, and never letting loneliness touch him. But it did, and he liked to talk to people every now and then, or rather, he liked to listen to what other people had to say. He didn't feel like his life would hold enough appeal to keep any person's attention. Not that they needed to know about it anyway, since to most, it would be just another sob story. He ran his fingers through his hair and tilted his head to the side just slightly, eyes turning to see if the woman was still there. Unfortunately, if she was looking for a good, charismatic conversation, she had come to the wrong place.

    She was still there. Obviously, she really, really wanted a conversation. Like, I've-been-stuck-in-the-woods-three-days-without-a-companion bad. He moved his stuff from the ground next to him, indicating for the girl to sit down. If she were hellbent on conversation, he would give it to her to preserve the peace. "Soul." He told her quietly, his gaze falling to the ground. Soul then realized that she would probably have no idea what he was talking about if he didn't tell her why he'd said that. "That's my name." He brought his eyes back up to hers now.

    If she wanted to leave, Soul wouldn't hold her back. It wasn't his nature to beg, and it wasn't his nature to try to force her to stay. He had tried, and even held back the fact that he wanted to tell her he wished she would stab her eye out. When she turned to leave, he turned his gaze back to the sight in front of him.
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