Reacquaint [Kindred]

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There's so many places I want to go, so many things I want to see

Sorey slept a lot on his days back from inexistence. When there was no errand to be tended to, Mikleo spent the best of his time reading by the shepherd's bedside. Tonight, however, Merlin didn't assign the Seraph any errands. Instead, he suggested that Mikleo go out for some air, and that he would look out for Sorey for a change. Mikleo trusted the old wizard enough to agree; he needed a break from the stuffy air anyway.

So instead of reading by Sorey's bedside, he now sat reading over one of the roofs in the second district. The air was refreshing, time drifting by comfortably...He just didn't know what to do with said time besides, well, read. The more he knew, the more useful he'd be.

He thought a lot about that lost dream when Sorey came back, mostly because of Sorey's crazy sense of heroism. Sorey was more than happy to fight the heartless upon his arrival. Mikleo couldn't stop him, and he knew that. So, as the saying went: if you can't stop 'em, join 'em. Now, Mikleo did have a purpose. It wasn't as good as a dream, but it was still close enough. He'd rekindle his crazy sense of heroism also. More specifically, he'd take on the heartless.

The waves of a dark portal coming from behind him caught his attention, and knowing what it meant, he flattened his book down with his palm. The heartless finally detected him. Now it seemed he had something else to do with his free time after all.

With the pact between shepherd and seraph in effect, Mikleo was technically still Sorey's sublord, and that meant he could not only take down the heartless, but also purify them.

"Twin Flow!"

So it didn't take long before he confronted the soot-colored cronies over that same roof, delivering water and ice spells that freed hearts in bulk. On the downside, since the heartless numbers were relentless this time around, there was a good chance the seraph would arrive home a little later than expected.

The dream is alive and it's right in front of me

Ken

It had been 'amusing' to watch Mikleo act. Wolf highly disliked just how MUCH watching he was forced to partake in. Despite the boy's past, Wolf dubbed the spirit rather boring. Books, words, blah blah blah.

To make matters worse, Lamb seemed perfectly content with just creeping around and following Mikleo like a deranged stalker who never acted. Even as Mikleo FINALLY went outside, Wolf nearly howled in agony as the boy CHOSE to just read outside.

Even as Lamb sat to watch, a patient gaze over the boy, Wolf started to whine in protest. "I'm booooored." He would complain to his lighter counterpart. As if on cue, the Heartless made their presence known. While the duo had met them before, it was still always a delight for Wolf to be able to 'kill' the things over and over again.

"There, go play with your friends." Lamb points out towards Mikleo's fight. Even though he so badly wanted to interpret that as 'Attack Mikleo', the savage knew better than to cross his ever-calm counterpart. Flattening much as a Shadow would, Wolf slid cleanly across the rooftops until he was in the same area as the seraph.

Glorious combat awaited as the swirling darkness of Wolf would glide and weave among the Heartless, ripping their last bits of life free from their containers. Wolf cared little for the 'good' he was doing and simply reveled in the massacre he was causing.

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There's so many places I want to go, so many things I want to see

Mikleo had a lot of conflicting aspects about himself. For example, he can hold his cool but can also lose himself out in nerding out over historia and ruins. He can poke teases at others but can also be susceptible to harsh teases himself. He's fairly knowledgeable about the world via reading books, but as a water seraph he freaked out over seeing a sea crab for the first time. Additionally, Mikleo could also be feminine in looks, but very boyish in execution.

But the scream that came out of him when the wolf approached - it was not boyish.

He forgot Heartless even existed for a second. "W-What are you doing here?!" he stammered at the black wisp. He could never not recognize neither piece of the odd pair, partially because traumatic last encounter and partially because of what they presented themselves as. And now, the echoes of electricity still running up and down his spine told Mikleo he wasn’t going to forget this encounter either.

A heartless caught his cape and brought him back to his priorities. Hopping back and evoking a water spell, Mikleo blasted the accused straight into its friends and they all flared out of existence - some diffusing with floating hearts, some without. His powers of purification had been acting up ever since Sorey became bed ridden. The seraph didn’t outrightly act on his concerns, however; he wanted to wait until the shepherd awoke.

With the last of the heartless taken care of, the Seraph dismissed his staff again. This time the opposites had his full attention. Mikleo folded his arms, nose regally high to cover up his extreme discomfort (he probably had enough princes in his bloodline to pull it off perfectly).

“So, our next encounter would be here, then? Am I still slothing around in any way?”

The dream is alive and it's right in front of me

Ken

Wolf was a creature of very simple pleasures. And Mikleo's girly scream fit right into the list of things Wolf enjoyed. Not because of the girlish-ness, but due to the fear that was behind it. It sent a shiver of delight down Wolf's body as the fear seemed to feed him. Had Mikleo turned and ran... Wolf might have gotten the chase he so loved.

"You know, just playing. Playing with the little darklings that won't die." Wolf muses and gives a massive grin at the display that the boy uses to finish them off. "No more friends to play with. Unless you want to... play tag."

Before any other questions about what exactly Wolf meant, Lamb leapt across from where she had been standing. Seemingly drawing Wolf back towards her, the white one would tilt her head curiously at Mikleo's question.

"Even if you were, would that be so bad?" Lamb questions while Wolf takes this opportunity to investigate where the Heartless had been defeating. "But no. Despite you being... 'boring', as Wolf would say, your actions have a purpose behind them." With that, Lamb too began to look over to where the Heartless had been. "Your skills are most impressive, considering you're in a land like this."

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There's so many places I want to go, so many things I want to see

Mikleo had enough arrogance confidence to let the lamb’s praise slide cleanly off of him. If only the same could be said about Wolf’s creepy antics. “It’s that noticeable? Well, yes, you could say that I am with a purpose now.” he smiled in passing. “...Even if it involves babysitting the biggest dork alive.”

Following Lamb’s line of sight, Mikleo’s expression grew bothered. While he couldn’t directly speak of his pact of purification, he wasn’t adverse to going into more detail. “I possess the ability to purify the heartless - though as you’ve have seen, it doesn’t always work. It’s more of a gamble, but it’s better than nothing.”

Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure how their future would fare. There wasn’t a dent in the heartless numbers even after being purified, and if anything, even stronger foes were emerging. As he helped himself back on the edge of the building with book back in hand, Mikleo recalled unpleasant memory involving a humanized heartless.

“Evidently, I'm attracting them like a lighthouse. I suspect that things will only get worse from here on forward. But still - this is an important path to me. My purpose comes from a place of protection, as opposed to conflict.”

He eyed lamb and her companion in idle amusement.

“You know, I don’t mind being on your good side, but given what you symbolize, is it strange to say that frequent encounters with you will worry me?”

The dream is alive and it's right in front of me

Ken