Closed First Turn Left And Then.. [Shiyami, Noaru]

[Ruvyn]

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27th of Winter, 513AV

A small shadow made it's way between the trees, though swaying left and right, not following a clear path or destiny. He was packed in thoughts about this place. Why he had left. What he had done.

The Wildlands. They were interesting to Ruvyn. Now that Winter had been there for a while, the trees all had a cold, chilling air around them. Their leaves had made place for darkness and they now all looked similar. This time of the year always caused a certain feeling of depression build up, whether there happened remarkable things or not. This was one of those moments again and Ruvyn tried to cheer his thoughts by thinking about Syliras. He'd left his home - or at least, to Ruvyn it was a home - for Sahova. The young ghost knew nothing, exept that it was filled with the Undead and Dead and it was a place for magic to gather. There were wizards, he had heard. But first he would need to make his way to Sunberth, and then he'd see.

A shudder went though Ruvyn's soulmist as his thoughts went back to the present. What direction was he heading in again? His thoughts had distracted him from what he was doing, while he had only tried to cheer himself up. Stopping, the ghost looked around. It was.. Similar to what he'd seen last time. But then again, everything looked the same here.

Ruvyn turned around, spinning. What way had he come from? This one? Or was it this one? He picked the way that seemed right. It was, in fact, the way he had come from. He didn't notice that yet and his thoughts drifted off again. What would it be like? Would they accept a dull ghost like him? Did they hate outsiders? Again he stopped, realising this wasn't going to work. He had seen this tree before. He had seen this lump before. He was going in circles. And the worst of all, he had all the time of the world. Literally. He had no idea what would possibly roam these lands.

Don't give up hope yet.. he thought, trying out different paths between the trees, then again turning back around, swaying uncautiously. Nothing. It was all similar and he was petched now. No one would come looking for him. He was just a dull ghost roaming the Wildlands. Nothing more. Defeated he got down and made himself small, hidden in the shadows of the trees. What to do now? He was lost. He could try to get back on his own, but where? He didn't even know how big the Wildlands were. Where he would possibly get if he went in the wrong direction. He had been stupid, forgetting to check this. He'd need to do that back in Syliras. But the job was done now. He was alone.

Bells had gone by. How much, he wasn't sure. Apparently he had fallen asleep somewhere. Where was he? Then the realisation hit him again. He was lost, somewhere between the trees. This time, the ghost started crying out for help desperately.
"S.. Somebody here? Anyone? Help? Help me! Somebody help me! P.. P.lease..."
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[Noaru]

The Manifestation

Noaru levitated off the ground with his daggers in tow. The two weapons allowed him to fight against those who would aim to harm him. Noaru placed his daggers on the ground and decided to check the area for abnormalities. He could sense that things were satisfactory here but visually he wanted to be sure. The spirit extends a portion of his soulmist and gently places the tendril upon the tree beside him. A black mark appeared on the tree with a trace of transparent soulmist, coating its surface. Noaru took note of his surroundings, making sure he would remember where he placed his daggers.

Noaru ascended into the trees and once he reaches the treetops: an ocean of barren trees stretched on indefinitely. The view was as beautiful as ever. He was watching the world; it gradually darkened as the final hour of day approached. Noaru was embracing this peaceful silence until a plea of help reached him, causing him to raise his guard. Noaru vanished, reappeared in the branches below then vanished again. He reappears on the forest floor and extends his tendrils of soulmist to grasp the daggers that were resting on the cool soil.

“A voice that breaches the silence—disturbs those at rest.”

Noaru was certain that the voices origin was directly in front of him. However, he was not sure of the distance between it and himself. He was sure that voice was close by but this could have merely been an illusion, as sounds echoed in the forest. The spirit heads towards the voice despite the uncertainty of it all. Noaru delves into the depths of the forest in search of the voice he heard. Noaru concealed his presence, as he did so, something he was able to do with relative ease; especially so, at night or during dusk. Noaru senses the faint presence of a ghost nearby and travels towards it.

There, under the shadow of a tree. Noaru sees a young ghost and while disregarding his own rule—decides to reveal himself. Noaru drops his daggers. The soulmist around him fluctuates like smoke, rising and falling until it takes on a form resembling a human. A deep dark black represented the color of the spirits soulmist as it embraced his being. Noaru stood with blackened soulmist fuming off of him.

[Shiyami]

OOCSorry for the wait! My exams period(along with my 'crash for 18 hours' period) is finally over!

Shiyami sighed, as he looked around. Although he wouldn't have admitted out loud, he was somewhat enjoying the view of the landscape. Though desolated, the surroundings have off a peaceful aura of serenity, with the smooth snow, mostly untouched, asides from the trails of small animals that moved around during the winter season.

Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that the younger of his two companions was also enjoying the view, as evident by her gaze. Shiyami's eye shifted over to the oldest of the group, the spirit Noaru. Noticing the latter placing the daggers on the ground -That's not the best of options. Metal becomes brittle when exposed to lower temperatures...-, and fly up, clearing the tree line, Shiyami stopped walking, and turned around to stop Kimi from running into him, as she was still focused on the landscape. "Might as well wait for him.", he explained with a shrug.

His attention was diverted, as he heard the distressed plea for help, originating from behind him. Seeing Noaru blink down, and retrieve his daggers, Shiyami turned to face the place where he believed the voice had come from. With Noaru taking lead, Shiyami followed closely, while making sure Kimi stayed behind his back.

Detecting the prescence of another ghost, Shiyami stopped beside Noaru. Of course, seeing the spirit beside him drop the daggers and appear non-hostile, Shiyami sighed. "You're going to weaken the metal of the blade if you consistently drop it into the snowbank.", he said, somewhat in a joking and exasperate tone, loud enough for the new ghost to hear. Just his attempt at projecting the 'non-hostile appearance'.

Looking at the new ghost carefully with his eye, he noted that he didn't seem armed. But then again, ghosts didn't need to be physically armed, as proven by Kouri. So he did keep his guard somewhat up.

Shiyami

[Ruvyn]

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The ghost uncurled himself. His behaviour.. It was pathetic. He was not a little child anymore. He shouln't behave like he was one, too. But at this moment of time, he did want to. He wanted to cry and hit things and throw with anything he could find. He wanted to hurt any living being passing by. He felt awfully sad. No one was going to help him.

"You are being silly. Stop your childish little thinking patterns and look up. You're not as alone as you think."

Mamusha was right. He wasn't alone, the ghost noticed. There were.. Three other ghosts. One of which his soulmist was coloured black, but probably tried to appear hostile. There was another ghost next to him, who tried to do the same, but in his own way. The girl behind him just used the second ghost as some sort of shield against what appeared as a threat. That had to be.. Him. He tried to smile, and the second ghost said something about the first dropping his blades in the snow. He was right. It was no good for the metal, but the young ghost didn't get the joke behind things. They should know eachother well, otherwise the second wouldn't be joking around with the first.

The young ghost turned his head. Where had he left his own weapons? Oh no, not his beloved wrist ra-... There they were, hidden behind the tree he was sitting beneath, carefully stored in a wooden box. Tssk. He shouldn't have gotten that worried about the well-being of his weaponry. Inhaling a deep breath, Ruvyn turned to face the odd presence.

"Sorry for.. That. I... I was.. am lost. I'm Ruvyn. T.. Toten. I'm trying to get to Sunberth."

He looked terrible, his eyes still scared, wide open, and he had small pupils. Apart from that the adrenaline had caused his soulmist to tremble and fume, his appearance then clear then barely visible.

Telling who he was and where he was going wouldn't be the best of all options, but he had no choice. These were the first living - moving - signs he had seen since days. They could be fake, too. Illusions of his mind. But for now, he didn't know for sure and it was best to show them too he was no threat.


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[Noaru]

The Manifestation

“The Wildlands is not a place for one to become lost in, Ruvyn Toten.”

Noaru’s gaze was empty but not void of emotion. He was reading Ruvyn: in attempts to analyze his soulmist and understand his current state of power. Noaru could feel something about Ruvyn. This something was his ethereal presence which was something Noaru would have to remember. The spirit turns in Shiyami’s direction and with a tendril of soulmist, he gestures Shiyami to come over. Noaru was sure that Ruvyn was harmless, or was simply a psychopathic ghost in disguise.

“I’m Noaru: a wandering spirit. I’am heading towards Sunberth and if my companions trust you, it may be possible for you to travel with us there.”

Noaru extends his tendrils of soulmist; he uses them to grab a hold of his daggers which were resting with the tips of their blades in the earth. The weapons were pulled upwards and were held close to Noaru’s gaseous form. The daggers were starting to have a dark hue around them, constantly being exposed to Noaru’s soulmist was caused this to happen. Noaru hadn’t realized this hue but he could sense that the daggers were becoming different somehow.

[Shiyami]

If Shiyami was still alive, he was certain he would have a heart attack right then and there. The name that the new ghost introduced himself as. Ruvyn Toten. The same Toten as Shiyami himself. There should have been no way that his brother would choose to endure along the passing of time.

In his utter shock, Shiyami did not even notice Noaru wave him over. It was his adopted daughter who broke the silence for him. "Ruvyn Toten. Isn't that the same last name you have?", she asked, looking back and forth between the two brothers.

Shiyami gave a slight nod, before sighing. "And to this day, I was wondering whether or not everyone moved on and reincarnated. Guess this answers my question.", he muttered to himself, before looking at Ruvyn again. Shifting his soulmist around, altering the colors of it, until he was back to his old appearance, the one he had when he was still alive. Abeit, with the left eye closed still. "It's been a long time, hasn't it? Remember me?", he asked, in a neutral tone. Although he kept it mostly hidden, his emotional were in a turmoil. Evident by Kimi who gave Shiyami a worried glance.

Shiyami

[Ruvyn]

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The black ghost talked to him, but Ruvyn was absent. He was being looked at, stared at. Did he really look that bad? His eyes went to the second ghost and saw that he exchanged looks with the girl. What was going on? He didn't understand until the girl broke the silence.

That guy had the same last name. He was named Toten too. He was... He had been... He was part of the Toten family! As the idea slowly settled down in the ghost's head his smile grew bigger and bigger, almost into a manical grin.there had been survivors! He wasn't alone!

Hastily, he got up, extended his soulmist, got his chest and slowly got closer, not paying attention to what the black one was doing. He tried to smile, but all of his emotions were mixed now. Shiyami seemed surprisingly calm, but he could see his eyes tingle. All of the sudden the ghost's soulmist shifted and changed until there was...

"Shiyami! You... I mean... Why.. How.. Who's the girl? How did you get here? What happened? Who's that? Why are you here? Why do you want to go to Sunberth? Why are you still around? And for how long?"

A flood of questions came out of the young ghost's mouth as his soulmist changed too, into a much more comfortable and friendly appearance, the way he had been before death. He was unsure what to do now. Of course hugging would be odd... Or asking the girl or.. Standing there. So Ruvyn just stood still, his arms dangling aside of him. Then he turned to the young ghost.

"D...don't worry.. I'm Shiyami's older brother."

His head was a mess right now so he looked at his brother pleadingly, hoping he'd come up with something they'd have to do next. He assumed this all looked very awkward to the black ghost and the girl, but on the other hand, now they knew he was friendly.
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[Noaru]

The Manifestation

“Shiyami’s kindred?”

Noaru watches as Shiyami was bombarded with questions upon questions. The emotions and desires within Ruvyn’s words were some Noaru was familiar with. The longing to find that which was lost in the maze of life was a treacherous trial to undertake by one's self. However, once that something was found, questions would rise, sempiternal in number.

Noaru understood the situation at hand and remains silent, allowing the two brothers to catch-up on lost time.There wasn’t much for Noaru to do in the situation and he decides to leave the Ruvyn and Shiyami with some privacy. He extends his soulmist and grabs a hold of his daggers. Noaru levitates into the forest, temporarily leaving his companions behind. A matter that involves a family was a sacred thing to Noaru, he could not stay or offer any assistance—he was not a part of Shiyami’s family or any family, not anymore. Noaru treads into the forest until he was completely immersed in shadows—where he levitates quietly.

Noaru wasn’t far from Ruvyn and Shiyami, he was sure that they would be able to sense his presence. However, in his little darkened corner of the world. Noaru couldn’t help but hear the echoes of his family and see their faces in the little speckles of light that graced his world with luminance. Noaru watches as the figures of his past danced before his eyes, reminding him what he had—what he will always remember and what he has lost.

“Loss and solitude for an eternity, everlasting companions within my destiny.”