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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 17:06:09 GMT -5
The sights and sounds around him were so colorful and the small mage was reminded of the Festival of the Hunt in Lindblum! There were all kinds of people gathered in this strange town where the buildings were wobbly and looked like they’d been painted by a gang of Moogles. Earlier on a wooden stage, Vivi saw a clown and the clown put on puppet shows and told the whole crowd that this was a ‘Feast of Fools.’ Vivi would have thought that that would be insulting but everyone seemed to be less than offended by it, in fact there were a lot of people laughing at his antics. There was a beautiful woman in a long shiny dress and Vivi stayed to watch her dance as well, a light warmth on his cheeks the entire time. She was so pretty and he felt like maybe he wasn’t supposed to be watching a girl moving like that. Had Zidane been around, Vivi probably would have shyly asked if he was supposed to or not, but Vivi still even sure when he was let alone where he was. He’d only run into one person that knew him at all.
Once the show was done on the stage, Vivi clapped enthusiastically with the rest of the gathered crowd and at the mention of a magic show, he headed straight for the plaza board for the details. That sounded so exciting! Maybe there would be other mages here or someone that knew him could show up! On his way to the plaza board, he expertly weaved around people. A pretty lady stopped him to ask if he’d seen a man with blond spiky hair, but Vivi could barely see above the hem of people’s coats most of the time and the show had been so eye catching too. He politely shook his head and continued on his way until he reached the plaza boards. The magic show sign ups had only two names on it, so Vivi stood up on his tippiest toes and picked up the pen and proudly etched his name on the sign up before stumbling back down. Thankfully he didn’t land on his bottom and he took a moment to adjust his coat and his hat while admiring his moment of boldness. Zidane would be proud of him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 20:03:23 GMT -5
 "Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Be careful what you wish for, young Vivi... Having people who know who you are is not always the best thing to desire... Black Waltz 3 too had been sent to participate in this.... mockery of a show... Rina had spotted a flier in one of their many shopping trips and, as was typical of these HUMANS, she was excited for a gathering of her kind!.... Or so that was he assumed... Instead, as she continued to talk about it, he found she was more interested in the prize money awarded at the end of the Magic Tournament more than she was about the show itself and WHO better to win it... Than the master of magic Black Waltz 3 himself? Of course, there were only a few keys Rina had to play on to get the machine to do as she bid, attending to his pride and his sense of superiority... and his desire to prove it... She really did get to know him over these past... time. It was hard to tell how long they've been together given the lack of consistent celestial bodies in the various realms they've traveled together. One would think he would hold it against her, that she knew how to play him... Instead, he took it as a compliment... She had survived him... then chose to UNDERSTAND him... That wasn't something he'd allow just anyone to do... T'was good to see his risky investment was well conceived. INDEED, he was now here, towering over most of the other goers to the point of absurdity, his 10 foot frame like a buoy in a sea of people. Wading through them like sludge... resisting every erg to burn his way to the registration center... UGH! This amount of patience but the Waltz out of his element... What was worse was the performances going on, the attractions meant to advertise the show... A child's entertainment... Clowns, puppets, dancers... Such things were only entertaining to the immature and the stupid, a classification of life the machine was surrounded in abundance apparently. Black Waltz 3 had found the booth set up for the Magic Tournament, though, easily able to peer over the heads of many of the other aspiring contestants... In particular, a certain hat caught his eye... He never would've seen it had he been at the same level as the rest of these... vermin... but with his superior angle, he could peer down among many.... and he saw a distinctly familiar crest of an old, worn hat... Involuntarily, a spark of electricity flashed across the machine's face, his fingers clenching around his staff to the point of nearly threatening the wood it was carved from! Vivi... The prototype...
He was several people away and, as much as he might want to.... NEED too... tossing people LEFT AND RIGHT to carve a path towards that treacherous little failure wouldn't have served him nor his purposes here... It would've been the most satisfying disruption of peace he had ever been a part of... but, to his surprise... the order-..... the "request" Rina had given him took priority... His vengeance for his humiliating defeat at the airship... his first... DEFINING defeat.... It would have to come in a less... explosive form... Still, beneath the shadow that hid his face, a scowl of disgust and hate carved into his features, his eyes glowing with a dark passion rarely seen in the soul of a machine. The Waltz had reached the booth, bending down to the point the official could see the monster the stood before him before scribbling his... designation into the sign-up sheet. Now... About Vivi... He hadn't gotten far, standing a little ways away from the booth and reveling in his tiny victory. He looked as happy as a obsolete model could... something the Waltz would gladly SHATTER with his presence. Taking his time, the machine waited for his opportunity to weave through the thin wall of people that separated them, more bolts of lightning arching across the creature's hands and neck, expressions of his feelings towards Vivi. "Still alive...?" The Waltz growled, having finally reached the smaller mage, standing right behind him. "How is it... the outdated models survive this long...?" @tag |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2018 14:53:56 GMT -5
A voice full of malice and hate sounded behind the little mage sending a violent shudder through him. Awkwardly the boy turned, his puffy clothed trousers requiring an extra step to turn around. Vivi's gaze visibly rose to compensate for their difference in height, the droopy hat on his head shifting a bit with the movement. Unable to believe his eyes, the little mage stumbled backward landing with an audible thud on his rear end. "Y,You!?" he practically squealed in fear.
Vivi was only able to behold the terrifying sight of the tall black mage as electrical energy sparked and crackled around him. The small prototype desperately scooted backward to avoid the occasional bite of tiny connecting coronas. Yes, he was still alive...but now? Vivi had managed to back himself right up against the sign post of the plaza board, his yellow glowing eyes wide on the Black Waltz. "But I s, saw you die!" he panted in fear as the horrible memory of all the black mages falling off the air ship flashed in his mind.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2018 17:31:59 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The Waltz's face broke into a wide, toothy smile as his smaller counterpart fell back on his rear, practically quaking in terror! He casually followed the smaller Black mage as he scrambled from him, chuckling darkly under his breath. Vivi had nowhere else to run... The sign advertising the very event he had signed up to compete in had blocked his way out! With Black Waltz No. 3 in front of him and the sign behind... the poor little machine was trapped. With a raspy stutter, Vivi exclaimed his disbelief, that he had watched him DIE.... as if that would make his monster disappear. How foolish... "You saw what you wanted to see..." The Waltz growled, his eyes glowing a bright and sinister gold. "You... somehow with your inferior power.... had damaged me... But you did not KILL me. And you never will..."By now, the surrounding peoples had noticed Vivi's panicked voice had had turned to watch the interaction between them... The Black Waltz didn't care... Let those humans watch... They wouldn't get much of a show... He crouched down low so that he was more eye-leveled with the much shorter mage, the shine of his needle-like teeth cutting through the dark that obscured his face... curved up in a serrated grin. "Come now, prototype... Where was all that bravado you had back on the airship...? Where was all that.... strength? Do not tell me it was all fake?" He hissed the word at boy, a tendril of voltage arching between them! "You cannot kill what is superior to you in every way, runt. Not you... not your worthless 'friends.' Now... You have signed up for the Magic-show, have you not...?" He raised a hand to his chin, cupping it in his forefinger and thumb. "What could something like you possibly accomplish in a competition such as this?"@tag |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 10:30:40 GMT -5
The little mage vigorously shook his head. Vivi never wanted to see any of his kind dead. Not ever, but it seemed that for a time that death had been inescapable, like it was all around him and all he'd ever know. He'd spent so long afraid if death, knowing itwas coming for him and soon that his timewas limited. Or was in his fear that that he found himself and in anger at Kuja and Queen Brahne that he'd found hatred and in those 'worthless friends' that Vivi had found his strength. His wide childlike yellow orbs for eyes narrowed even in the face of the Black Waltz's serrated maw. The demon from his past was so close, staring him directly in the face, the crackling energy connecting and stinging at his arms and his legs.
The Black Waltz prodded, asking where his strength, his 'bravado' was and he was gonna tell him! He was gonna...! Then the Black Waltz asked what he could possibly gain from the magic show and that gave the boy pause. Vivi's expression had been one of fear and anger but it was blinked away when the Black Waltz reminded him exactly how he was different, how he had his own feelings and experiences! How he was never someone else's weapon. Vivi had never followed someone's orders. If ever he agreed to or went along with someone else's lead, it was because ultimately he chose to and that choice was his strength. Vivi carefully and shakily got to his feet, his gaze still on the Black Waltz. "The experience." Vivi managed to answer the much taller mage. "The memory will become part of who I am, and part of what I leave behind even if my time runs out." Vivi told the Waltz as his own gloved hands were fidgeting against one another before him.
"I thought the contest sounded exciting, and I'd want people to remember me that way." Vivi wasn't quite as concerned with his own questionable mortality these days. He was almost certain that at some point, he had indeed stopped...but here he stood...and there the Black Waltz stood. It was a whole new wave of speculation. Of all the people from his past he'd wondered if he stood a chance of running into, the young mage prototype would have never guessed he'd cross paths with the Black Waltz.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 17:01:39 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The Black Waltz didn't bother to draw up to his full height as Vivi did his own, the difference between them being so great that even squatted down, the Waltz still had eyes leveled with his smaller counterpart. The childish mage did respond... Well, though. Frustratingly well. ENRAGINGLY SO! Black Waltz 3 was silent, confused as Vivi responded meekly that he was doing it so that he could add this to his legacy before he inevitably died. Whether or not he found the fair exciting was of no concern to him, but what he would do on stage... were things he wanted to be remembered for. Black Waltz 3 was left completely speechless his glowing yellow eyes narrowing inquisitively as his smile eventually was consumed by the black yet again. What Vivi's response reflected was an acknowledgement of his very limited time, that he could and very well MIGHT die at any given moment. The boy wanted to live a life people would respect and value, that they would remember and talk about... In a sense, he was giving his life, a life who's purpose was taken from him, a meaning of it's own... A life that didn't end with the completion of said mission. This spoke of a level of maturity the machine hadn't come to expect from the prototype... things he hadn't considered at all himself. Black Waltz 3 had only ever followed the orders he had been given... Either by Rina... or by Kuja. Vivi had taken responsibility for the blank slate that was his existence and made it his own... That... that wasn't 'human'... That was admirable. Such a revelation, such a... new perspective... it made him wonder: He speaks of his life as if it's his own... Is my existence... my... life... mine?
"You... believe that, don't you...?" He questioned, genuine, serious, but not hostile in the least. the anger and rage he felt towards the mage cooled in the face of Vivi's unexpected spiritual growth. While the memory of the child's flames encompassing his body was still fresh in his mind, the outrage that came with it was so distant... "Is your life meaningless... if nothing you do is remembered? If you are just... left to die once your mission is complete?"@tag |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 17:19:23 GMT -5
As the hopelessly tall Black Waltz seemed to falter at Vivi’s response, the little mage boy tilted his head, his hat flopping heedlessly to the side shadowing his small round face even more giving one of his eyes the appearance of being wider than the other. Craning his neck up the way he was starting to hurt so Vivi let his gaze fall back down to his own fidgeting gloved hands. The way the Black Waltz spoke to him after that was far more quiet and…far more human than Vivi could have ever expected from him. It was a question, albeit a bewildered one, but a question just the same and Vivi gave a very determined nod. He really did believe his words. He’d chosen them so carefully afterall.
The point of his hat flopped along with his nod and he blinked as he lifted his gloves to adjust it back to its usual place on his head, which truly didn’t exist if he was being honest. The next question was one that gave little Vivi pause as well and once more his head was tilting, a gloved finger placed beneath his chin in thought for a moment. ”I don’t know…” Vivi answered after a long moment. ”…but I don’t think anyone knows that. Our time might be shorter than someone else’s but finding meaning is still ultimately up to the one living that time I think. I want my time to mean something to me and to the people that care about me...that’s.”
Vivi swallowed, a gulping sound heard, his gloved hands still fidgeting together somewhere near the hem of his blue coat. Then he stood up a little straighter, the intensity of the light in his gaze noticeable. ”…That’s why my friends definitely aren’t worthless.” Vivi couldn’t just let the Black Waltz get away with calling his friends anything so deprecating as ‘worthless.’
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 7:24:27 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Black Waltz 3 slowly nodded at the child's response, again surprised by the child's maturity. It wasn't often the Black Waltz could admit that he was wrong about a person... He had always (and with good reason) seen Vivi as a failure among his "kind", something that fell off the disassembly line and wasn't worth the effort to search for. The fact he had a mind of his own, a human mind, had only confirmed the Waltz's suspicions. Vivi had become EVEN LESS than the mistake he had been born as... at least until he actually started speaking. Behind that childish body lay a mind that had seen stuff and had grown beyond what one would've normally been thought possible for him... More than anything the superior-built mage could've or would've. Vivi's response meant something... It meant something to the machine. He had a friend of his very own he would protect with his very short, meaningless life, and she who would do the same. Black Waltz 3 would kill for her, rip opposition to pieces if that meant she would be safe. It wasn't something that needed to be said, just something understood. Black Waltz 3 didn't need to admit that that he understood, the look they shared said it for him. Vivi stood straight and tall, mustering up some of that confidence he kept tucked away, no longer shy in his presence. On some level, he couldn't believe he was being persuaded by a prototype... On others, he couldn't believe Vivi had grown this much... Even though his pride was still wounded by his attack all that time ago, Black Waltz 3 was finding it hard to actually hate this kid... Now that he UNDERSTOOD him, the desire to end his life was... dulled. Significantly. "...Perhaps they have their uses." The Waltz conceded slowly, almost as if he had to rip the words out of his own mouth one by one. His programming compelled him to kill Vivi... to rip out whatever passed as a soul for his master and their mutual creator! But the seed of infection that was humanity resonated stronger with what the child had said... It felt like his mind was tearing itself apart! The Waltz winced, a hand shooting up to the side of his head, his claws raking at it lightly as if this pain would mask the crushing agony that was his conflicting purposes. His heart was... easier, but t'was still in turmoil. Personal revenge and wounded pride vs. understanding and what could eventually evolve into forgiveness. The combat between the two made his heart grow as heavy as iron, feeling as if it threatened to tear free from what suspended it in his chest and fall like a rock into his stomach... @tag |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2018 14:25:26 GMT -5
It was quiet between them for a long time and Vivi could only crane his small head back and marvel as what looked like understanding moved somewhere behind the Black Waltz’ glowing eyes…eyes that were usually the shapes hidden throughout his nightmares. Those dark unforgiving flashbacks that cropped up at the very sight of this tall magic caster before him. Now there was mutual understanding between them? Vivi had watched him kill a sizeable handful of other black mages, then Vivi had cast the spell that sent the Black Waltz crashing into the gates. He’d thought he’d witnessed him die that day. This confusing interaction between them was making the small mage feel queasy because some part of him was just thankful to see someone from his past albeit not at all who he’d have expected.
The Black Waltz agreed in such a way that Vivi thought he detected a hint of experience in his voice. Another curiosity about all this. Had the Black Waltz made a friend? Then the small mage noticed a change in the Walt’z expression and the boy squinted at him his head tilting in concern. The Walt’z hand shot up to clasp at his head and Vivi couldn’t help but visibly flinch back at the very sudden interruption from those clawed hands. ”Are you…okay?” Vivi asked with concern very clear in his voice. If the Black Waltz wasn’t alright it wasn’t as if little Vivi had the slightest clue what to do about it besides panic and wish that Zidane were there. Zidane had the answer for everything, even if it didn’t sound like an answer. He just…always knew what to do. That cold feeling of helplessness gripped at Vivi's insides for a moment as he stared wide-eyed at his fellow mage.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2018 14:24:59 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" "RRRGH...." The Waltz growled in pain, his eyes lighting up to a bright electric blue as voltage arched out all along his body. It started at his chest and traveled up along his shoulders like vest-straps of electricity, arching along his wings and sparking at the fingertips. The power conjured within him was far too wild and untargeted to be seen as an act of aggression, more a reaction to the struggle taking place inside. He barely seemed to acknowledge the presence of the smaller black mage in front of him, his gaze unfocused... The machine rose to his full height, the voltage he had summoned snapping away to nothingness in a loud *pop* The Black Waltz turning his back on Vivi without a word. No 'goodbye' or mocking of any kind... T'was like he couldn't even see the child or that he wasn't there. It was at that moment, the festival had truly begun, that the first part of the show, the Magic Show, was to commence quite soon. The struggle that the Black Waltz fought had come to a sudden end at that time, one so abrupt it served as a hard-reboot for the machine in question. The first thing that came to his mind: He must participate in the show... He didn't know why yet... just that he must. Black Waltz 3 made his way towards the stage that would serve as the grounds of the Magic show, his memories flooding back one step at a time. @tag |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2018 15:48:23 GMT -5
Uncertain and while not terrified, certainly a bit afraid…maybe even concerned for the taller mage, all Vivi could do was watch as his counterpart struggled with his own internal battle in a way that manifested externally. Vivi had full control of the spells he did know. The elements never really did things of their own accord. Sometimes he’d lit things on fire out of fear or desperation but ultimately it could hardly be considered reflexive.
The Black Waltz crackling ended in a loud pop almost like he’d shorted out in some way and Vivi tilted his head in his confusion as the taller of the two mages turned his back on the boy and walked off toward the stage, following the sound of music and announcement. The contest! They both had to get up there then. Vivi wondered if maybe it was best to give the Black Waltz his space but eventually the promise of excitement that might come with performing on stage called to the small mage and he found his feet lifting him just a little faster across the plaza cobblestone. He passed by the Black Waltz at least being sure to give the tall mage a wide amount of space. It was easy to get lost in the crowds like this anyway. Soon enough Vivi was lined up by the stage though the conversation had certainly left him in a much more somber state than he’d started in.
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