by aurumlupus » Thu Jul 12, 2012 10:42 pm
Sev leaned over and tapped Soul Edge. It didn't like him in the least. He sighed. He had to wait for Pyrrha to open the rift and power up Soul Edge, making his task even harder. Once it was powered up further, she would come here and find the other half of her sword. Then the fun would begin. Sev sighed. "What did you do at work today honey?" he asks dry open air, mimicking a conversation between a married couple. "Oh, not much. I allowed a demon controlled girl to open a rift powering up the most powerful sword ever in existence, then she flew over and found the other half of her sword, further helping her. I'm due to fight here tomorrow after a cup of tea." he sighed and straightened up.
"You never have been quite the same since she left." a voice behind him called out. Sev spun. "Miabo, I'm going to kill you." he replied. Over walks done of Sev's only remaining friends, Miabo. Probably the best healer ever, Miabo was also almost as old as Sev was.
"You can try." Miabo said with a smirk as he walked over. "However, you have a hard time killing anyone for the last thousand years. Sorry I missed the anniversary, I'm sure it was spectacular."
Sev sighed. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Nothing really. Just wanted to say goodbye one last time in case Pyrrha rips you apart and enslaves the entire world. That's all."
"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. You might want to clear out though, she would be gettin here real soon." Sev informed his friend.
Miabo shrugged. "Just passing through. Don't get yourself killed now." he flared his wings and was about to take off when Sev reached over. "If you ever find two people, Tira and Valtair, please." he asked. Miabo nodded.
"I will." he responded. He flew off, soaring through the sky. Down below he noticed one rather bored looking girl sitting under a tree. Miabo closed his wings and fell from the sky, flaring his wings right before he hit, and landing softly. He closed his wings and smiled. "Hey, what's up?"
Sev looked at the sky. Pyrrha would be here soon alright. He wasn't looking forward to this at all...
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."