MISSION NAME: A Taste of Heaven[break]
CLIENT: Kiyomi[break]
CHARACTERS: Kiyomi Tenma [break]
MISSION BRIEFING: Now with that pathetic gaggle of wizards gone, Kiyomi's first objective in her long time goals is to FIND POWER. So when wandering the land looking for a new village to take jobs from or perhaps an ancient treasure to find, something rang out to her. Not from any physical plane, but from the realm between this one and the next. And what called out to her was, familiar... It was a remnant of her lost power that was scattered during her forced ascension. Now, Kiyomi would find a fragment of the power she craved.
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Post 1. WC: 313 TC: 313
CLIENT: Kiyomi[break]
CHARACTERS: Kiyomi Tenma [break]
MISSION BRIEFING: Now with that pathetic gaggle of wizards gone, Kiyomi's first objective in her long time goals is to FIND POWER. So when wandering the land looking for a new village to take jobs from or perhaps an ancient treasure to find, something rang out to her. Not from any physical plane, but from the realm between this one and the next. And what called out to her was, familiar... It was a remnant of her lost power that was scattered during her forced ascension. Now, Kiyomi would find a fragment of the power she craved.
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The grass danced to the rhythm of the breeze that whistled through the open field, and each creature of the land grazed to this unheard music. It was this movement, this unseen energy that fueled life and resided within everything that Kiyomi was once connected to. In a metaphorical sense, with his own desire to be a conquer earth and ran down Hades on... well hell, the realm she once felt such a connection to. However unlike the sinful forces of her motherland, Kiyomi knew that with what hit her like lightning fueled ecstasy only a few days ago was a glimpse of what she would feel in Earthland.
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It was a feeling much more innocent than her acquired taste, but it was harmonious, and perhaps it could be used as a way to harmonize with hell. If so, she had step two in her plan of power, a way home.
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Crows sang wildly to their own hearts content and while it wasn't at all common place, it was a sign of death and that meant something dark was lurking. Kiyomi didn't mean some kind of physical force to attack her, but that her power was somewhere close and it was corrupting the land as she soon would. How barren she'd felt without her once great magic, but today she would gain back what she once held. It was a depressing thought process, yes he knew, but in order to go forward in life sometimes you had to take a step backwards.
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Kiyomi ran her toes through the blades of green around her, taking in a deep breath and stretching to her full height. It wasn't every day that she could just feel the periwinkle skies and beaming rays of sun decorating the heavens above shining down fortune on the demon. Because today was the first of the end of the world.
The grass danced to the rhythm of the breeze that whistled through the open field, and each creature of the land grazed to this unheard music. It was this movement, this unseen energy that fueled life and resided within everything that Kiyomi was once connected to. In a metaphorical sense, with his own desire to be a conquer earth and ran down Hades on... well hell, the realm she once felt such a connection to. However unlike the sinful forces of her motherland, Kiyomi knew that with what hit her like lightning fueled ecstasy only a few days ago was a glimpse of what she would feel in Earthland.
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It was a feeling much more innocent than her acquired taste, but it was harmonious, and perhaps it could be used as a way to harmonize with hell. If so, she had step two in her plan of power, a way home.
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Crows sang wildly to their own hearts content and while it wasn't at all common place, it was a sign of death and that meant something dark was lurking. Kiyomi didn't mean some kind of physical force to attack her, but that her power was somewhere close and it was corrupting the land as she soon would. How barren she'd felt without her once great magic, but today she would gain back what she once held. It was a depressing thought process, yes he knew, but in order to go forward in life sometimes you had to take a step backwards.
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Kiyomi ran her toes through the blades of green around her, taking in a deep breath and stretching to her full height. It wasn't every day that she could just feel the periwinkle skies and beaming rays of sun decorating the heavens above shining down fortune on the demon. Because today was the first of the end of the world.
Post 1. WC: 313 TC: 313
