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some things can't be solved on your own.
Who: Mikleo, Lust, Edna, Lailah, Sorey & Whoever else has CR with Mikleo
Where: Palitutu’s Laboratory – Aqures Ixen
When: November 21st
What: After a lot of contemplations, Mikleo decides to face his other self in order to obtain more knowledge and control over everything that’s is going on.
Mikleo stood quietly in the room, looking rather torn between doing this and leaving it as is. For the longest time, he’s known that there were many things about himself that he kept under wraps. Some of which he’d never share with anyone here in Aqures Ixen and there are others that have been faced thanks to his friends and companions.
He didn’t know what to expect at this point. He only knew that whatever came from this, would be the answer to everything he wondered about. At least conquering a part of himself will help him move forward. He gripped his Crystal tightly for a long moment. Muse slowly lowered herself next to him and put her small paws on his shoulders, trying to comfort him in any way she could. As strange as it sounded, the moogle really did remind him of his mother. She had a gentle caring tone whenever she spoke with him and would drape blankets on him when he stayed overnight in the library.
The Water Seraph gave the moogle a small pat of reassurance before handing her his crystal.
“I’m ready.”
He mused softly. Once the Crystal was put down, and the process started, he was looking at himself, with the same physical appearance. The only difference with him was the color of his clothes were white and instead of his usually glowing purple eyes, it was a deep, almost ominous purple.
Except the ominous purple eyes, the other Mikleo only simply curls into himself in a corner of the room, not acknowledging anyone in particular. He had his hands tightly around his knees as his head is partially buried there.
”Tell them to go.”
It said bluntly, ”They need to leave.”
Mikleo is completely taken back by the words that were spoken to him. Was that really another version of himself?
“I can’t ask that of them. They’ve gone a long way to come here.”
”I don’t want them here. I don’t want to see them. I’ll only hurt them.”
Where: Palitutu’s Laboratory – Aqures Ixen
When: November 21st
What: After a lot of contemplations, Mikleo decides to face his other self in order to obtain more knowledge and control over everything that’s is going on.
Mikleo stood quietly in the room, looking rather torn between doing this and leaving it as is. For the longest time, he’s known that there were many things about himself that he kept under wraps. Some of which he’d never share with anyone here in Aqures Ixen and there are others that have been faced thanks to his friends and companions.
He didn’t know what to expect at this point. He only knew that whatever came from this, would be the answer to everything he wondered about. At least conquering a part of himself will help him move forward. He gripped his Crystal tightly for a long moment. Muse slowly lowered herself next to him and put her small paws on his shoulders, trying to comfort him in any way she could. As strange as it sounded, the moogle really did remind him of his mother. She had a gentle caring tone whenever she spoke with him and would drape blankets on him when he stayed overnight in the library.
The Water Seraph gave the moogle a small pat of reassurance before handing her his crystal.
“I’m ready.”
He mused softly. Once the Crystal was put down, and the process started, he was looking at himself, with the same physical appearance. The only difference with him was the color of his clothes were white and instead of his usually glowing purple eyes, it was a deep, almost ominous purple.
Except the ominous purple eyes, the other Mikleo only simply curls into himself in a corner of the room, not acknowledging anyone in particular. He had his hands tightly around his knees as his head is partially buried there.
”Tell them to go.”
It said bluntly, ”They need to leave.”
Mikleo is completely taken back by the words that were spoken to him. Was that really another version of himself?
“I can’t ask that of them. They’ve gone a long way to come here.”
”I don’t want them here. I don’t want to see them. I’ll only hurt them.”
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Turning slowly, she folded her parasol back into itself again, taking those few steps over to Mikleo. Without warning, there's a surprise jab to the small of his back with the pointy end.
"That's right. So let's keep going, what are you waiting for?"
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He started, a small smile still played on his lips, hinted with a brief moment of gloss in his eyes. He shouldn't be crying right now so he held it back. It made him happy to know that regardless of the future he had strong support from those he cared about and more so that they spent their time encouraging him relentlessly.
He was still scared of the future, and he was still worried about hurting those close to him but the important fact is that he had to take it all in stride and with his head up high.
"Yeah, I think it's ti--- Ouch!"
He jolted forward almost into his own Shadow thanks to Edna. Mikleo shoots her a glare before trying to straighten himself up and letting the throbbing pain diminish from the small of his back.
"Can you do that with a little less force!?"
Though, the jab at least made him move close enough to his other self. Mikleo holds the hands of his Shadow silently, while he smiled seriously.
"I know you're only a reflection of my insecurities, but thank you for reminding me that I'm not alone, and thank you for helping me stronger. Everyone as well. Thank you for giving me a hand. I can definitely walk with my head up high now."
That's what I want to hear. The Shadow replied in his mind. In a moment, the other version of himself completely disappeared into his being and Mikleo falls to the ground with a huge breath of exhaustion.
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"Can you stand?" she asked, oddly gentle in her tone of voice. If he wanted ice cream with his friends, then she had no objections to letting him go with them. But he didn't seem like he was quite up to walking, let alone celebrating.
They might need to just bring the ice cream to him.