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Twenty-Ninth Ink Drop [Action]
Aug. 23rd, 2010 11:45 pm[Miyabi didn't have much to apologize for, like any of the rest of people. For the most part, she acted the same, despite how she had aged and changed. Even so, the poncle didn't know how to feel about the change. She...had been an Envoy. A real Celestial Envoy, just like she wanted. And even the Chieftess of Ponc'Tan to boot!
Yet, she had also hid things away from people. She had been accepted the Dark Lord, Yami. She had been his Envoy, and though she seemed happy before...it was confusing. She had always thought things different. The darkness consumes the lands and is the root of evil; it must be eradicated. Yet what she learned was so different.
Balance. Light and Dark together, coexisting. They support eachother, and provide the world its very support. One cannot exist without the absence of the other. Nothing can exist without the absence of Light or Dark. It was easy to understand, really.
And then there was her painting. She had advanced so much! And she had been happy at first, to learn that she had improved that far in the future. But was that really what was going to happen? Was that really her future? Or just something else the Malnosso fabricated for their sick experiments? Miyabi didn't know, and it was really taking its toll on her mind and emotions. She didn't know what to feel.
Miyabi was still large, though she was making it her duty to not stick out. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now. So, she decided not to go to the forest like she usually would. Instead, she was sitting at Good Spirits Bar.
Her hair, which had lengthened during her stay in Luceti, was pulled back and tied into a loose bun and her clothes were a bit darker than what she usually wore. She was leaning on the table she sat at, with a bit of sake, and looking at a painting she drew when she was older. It was lovely...but would she ever really get this good?
Sighing, Miyabi will then roll up the painting and go look for the Lucky Mallet to make her smaller again. It would be easier to hide out that way. The thing shouldn't be too hard to find, even if it did have a mind of its own. And it usually hung around the forest and plains. Or at least that's where she always was when she got smacked by it.
She's not really paying attention to anything or anyone in either location, so feel free to spot her or run into her. The poor thing really could use some company, though she thinks otherwise.]
Yet, she had also hid things away from people. She had been accepted the Dark Lord, Yami. She had been his Envoy, and though she seemed happy before...it was confusing. She had always thought things different. The darkness consumes the lands and is the root of evil; it must be eradicated. Yet what she learned was so different.
Balance. Light and Dark together, coexisting. They support eachother, and provide the world its very support. One cannot exist without the absence of the other. Nothing can exist without the absence of Light or Dark. It was easy to understand, really.
And then there was her painting. She had advanced so much! And she had been happy at first, to learn that she had improved that far in the future. But was that really what was going to happen? Was that really her future? Or just something else the Malnosso fabricated for their sick experiments? Miyabi didn't know, and it was really taking its toll on her mind and emotions. She didn't know what to feel.
Miyabi was still large, though she was making it her duty to not stick out. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now. So, she decided not to go to the forest like she usually would. Instead, she was sitting at Good Spirits Bar.
Her hair, which had lengthened during her stay in Luceti, was pulled back and tied into a loose bun and her clothes were a bit darker than what she usually wore. She was leaning on the table she sat at, with a bit of sake, and looking at a painting she drew when she was older. It was lovely...but would she ever really get this good?
Sighing, Miyabi will then roll up the painting and go look for the Lucky Mallet to make her smaller again. It would be easier to hide out that way. The thing shouldn't be too hard to find, even if it did have a mind of its own. And it usually hung around the forest and plains. Or at least that's where she always was when she got smacked by it.
She's not really paying attention to anything or anyone in either location, so feel free to spot her or run into her. The poor thing really could use some company, though she thinks otherwise.]
