Post by Quincy on Mar 4, 2014 3:28:25 GMT -5
The chill in the whipping winds and the crashing icy waves upon the bow of the Northern Lady were, to most present, a miserable state of weather to be traveling through; yet they had a calming, almost harmonious effect upon Izou. He sat there, feeling the full power of the winds and the spray of the ocean upon his brow, and despite the cold, he continued to sit there. He reveled in feeling the winds thrash his ponytail and kiss his cheeks a deep shade of pink. Yes, he was cold, but he was intoxicated by the breeze as he always was, even more so than he was so long ago. He chuckled to himself, thinking that after losing her that anything remotely connected to her would bring him sadness and further rip at his soul. Yet they did not, and in fact were his solace to losing her, his one source of hope, of finally seeing her again. The breeze, the blade he carried; he would hold on to them for as long as he could. For her.
He gazed up from his thoughts and turned to face the situation currently at hand: travel through the North Blue, and meeting up with like-minded individuals for a mission. A mission for the only cause he would ever raise his blade for; for the Revolutionaries! He turned back and observed his only friend, if you could even call him that, huddling to stay warm. Funny how fate constantly influenced Izou’s journeys. One minute he was wandering aimlessly between islands in the South Blue and the next thing he knew, he had landed upon Saint Reia, the newly freed Revolutionary Island. To make matters even better, he had been asked to travel to the wholly north for a mission and, of course, he had been the second one to heed the call and agree to the task. He questioned who else had agreed to undertake the mission and he was pointed to a young name by the name of Midori. Izou immediately respected him more than most other Revolutionaries for actually following through with the mission set before them, yet their fledgling friendship blossomed over chats of their weapon of choice: the katana.
After a seemingly long voyage, they reached the North Blue. Izou was happy to say the least, ever the ready to assist the Revolution, but he was aware of hardly any details on the mission. He knew there was to be around a five man team, of which Izou and Midori were the only members he was aware of, and the mission was to… Izou paused, actually straining to remember yet coming up empty-handed. The mission details were never given to the wanderer and his comrade Midori, and to his knowledge there had been no mission briefing. He turned to Midori, and with more of an instructive than friendly way, asked “Midori… What was the mission we had been called for again?”
He gazed up from his thoughts and turned to face the situation currently at hand: travel through the North Blue, and meeting up with like-minded individuals for a mission. A mission for the only cause he would ever raise his blade for; for the Revolutionaries! He turned back and observed his only friend, if you could even call him that, huddling to stay warm. Funny how fate constantly influenced Izou’s journeys. One minute he was wandering aimlessly between islands in the South Blue and the next thing he knew, he had landed upon Saint Reia, the newly freed Revolutionary Island. To make matters even better, he had been asked to travel to the wholly north for a mission and, of course, he had been the second one to heed the call and agree to the task. He questioned who else had agreed to undertake the mission and he was pointed to a young name by the name of Midori. Izou immediately respected him more than most other Revolutionaries for actually following through with the mission set before them, yet their fledgling friendship blossomed over chats of their weapon of choice: the katana.
After a seemingly long voyage, they reached the North Blue. Izou was happy to say the least, ever the ready to assist the Revolution, but he was aware of hardly any details on the mission. He knew there was to be around a five man team, of which Izou and Midori were the only members he was aware of, and the mission was to… Izou paused, actually straining to remember yet coming up empty-handed. The mission details were never given to the wanderer and his comrade Midori, and to his knowledge there had been no mission briefing. He turned to Midori, and with more of an instructive than friendly way, asked “Midori… What was the mission we had been called for again?”