Lost Souls

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The first person to greet Rin was not Migi himself, but rather, a weeping shiny litwick child; his 3 year-old daughter, Sophie.  “Auntcle Riiiin,” she hiccuped, standing on her toes to grab the starfish’s shirt, balling it into her tiny fists and burying her face in it against Rin’s legs. “Papa! He’s hurt!” Though she’d certainly sounded more hysterical earlier over the phone, it almost seemed as though she were ‘all cried out’, with very little energy left to even remain awake. “Please save my papa…” she pulled away from Rin’s legs and pointed over at where Migi sat. Though he was looking in their direction, he didn’t seem to notice that Rin had arrived– most likely on account of the fact that he’d been covering his eyes with his bloodied hands. “Soph?” Migi called out, “Go play with Arrow, baby. He’s a nice dragon, remember?” Anything to get the child distracted so he could show Rin his wounds without frightening her any further. And so Sophie skittered off, doing a little hop over the body of the ‘sleeping’ Chimecho man in the distance as she went. “Oi, Rin!” Migi did a little wave, in the entirely wrong direction of his friend. He’d never been so grateful to see someone in his life, even though technically… “Thank you, a thousand times thank you,” he whispered. As the starfish grew closer, the ghost began to gather his courage to show her the wounds he’d been hiding. It wasn’t that he was afraid of scaring her. Rin was strong, resilient. He was afraid that if he elicited any kind of reaction out of his usually cool and collected friend, it would in turn terrify him– or worse, Sophie. But the lightheaded feeling that nagged at his consciousness reminded him that time was of the essence, and he immediately reached for her with a bloodied hand and swept the longer side of his hair out of his face. The wounds slicing vertically down his face were remarkably clean and symmetrical– almost as if they’d been done with a surgeon’s scalpel instead of a madman’s blade– but the damage done was grievous, nonetheless. Even one who knew nothing of ophthalmology could take a short glance at Migi’s eyes and wonder if he’d ever see again, let alone if his eyes could be saved. Not to mention the perpetual bleeding… The remainder of his face was covered in various cuts, newly forming bruises, scrapes, and whatnot. The only thing that seemed untouched, sitting atop Migi’s forehead just beneath his trembling hand, was that third eye of his. Not much use in terms of regular vision– more so for seeing auras and other extrasensory sights– but perhaps enough to keep him going for now, without the use of his other eyes. In that moment, he squeezed it shut. Rin’s aura usually read so strong and nonchalant. He didn’t want to know if that had changed.

In that moment, Migi was glad he had chosen to call Rin, of all people. Nothing seemed to faze her-- and of course, she was still speaking to him, which was a plus. Still, he himself seemed somewhat emotionally scarred by whatever had just taken place, staring off into the pitch darkness of what was actually just an average evening with the mauled remains of his eyes. " 'member how I mentioned killing someone?" Migi's third eye flicked open, darting over to where he could see that the presence of an evil aura had been-- the body of the Chimecho man, as Rin would see it. Lying face down on the ground, there were streaks of blood dried into the dirt around him-- as if they'd sprayed out in spurts-- and what appeared to be tiny, unimaginably sharp finger knives scattered nearby. However, the wound that had actually killed the man-- a precise Night Slash to the jugular-- wasn't actually visible from the way he was positioned. In fact, for someone that had presumably been locked in a battle to the death with someone as tough as Migi-- especially given that the Chimecho man himself was substantially diminutive in stature and type disadvantage-- he hardly looked injured at all. "His knives are sharp," Migi seemed to cringe at the mere recollection, gritting his teeth as the antiseptic left his usually-numb flesh with a slight burning sensation. "and his healing skills are better than anyone's I've ever known." In the usual Migi way, he forced an awkward chuckle to try to lighten the mood. "I-I mean. Just when you think he's down and out, he pulls some shit like 'Healing Wish', or 'Heal Bell', or 'Heal Pulse', I pretty much lost count. It's like he was invincible." He tried to imagine Rin's handiwork in sewing him up, but it was difficult when he couldn't actually see the extent of is own wounds. Better than nothing, he supposed with a shrug. "But... I'll get into that more later. Right now we need to get me patched up, I guess. There's so much I could tell you about, so much I learned about my little 'Sophie'..." his voice trailed off, as he seemed to have difficulty even saying her name for some reason. "...even if you totally don't care, I gotta tell somebody about this stuff, man, or it's gonna eat me alive... err-- dead," Migi shook his head, as if he were disappointed in himself for even catching that pun at such a time. Over at the Aerodactyl, thankfully for Migi and Rin, 'Sophie' (was that her name? Migi made it seem questionable for some reason) was fast asleep, splayed out facedown atop his saddle with her arms and legs dangling over each side-- and although she had a bit of her papa's blood on her, she seemed entirely unharmed.

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The first person to greet Rin was not Migi himself, but rather, a weeping shiny litwick child; his 3 year-old daughter, Sophie.  “Auntcle Riiiin,” she hiccuped, standing on her toes to grab the starfish's shirt, balling it into her tiny fists and burying her face in it against Rin's legs. “Papa! He’s hurt!” Though she’d certainly sounded more hysterical earlier over the phone, it almost seemed as though she were 'all cried out', with very little energy left to even remain awake. "Please save my papa..." she pulled away from Rin's legs and pointed over at where Migi sat. Though he was looking in their direction, he didn't seem to notice that Rin had arrived-- most likely on account of the fact that he'd been covering his eyes with his bloodied hands. "Soph?" Migi called out, "Go play with Arrow, baby. He's a nice dragon, remember?" Anything to get the child distracted so he could show Rin his wounds without frightening her any further. And so Sophie skittered off, doing a little hop over the body of the 'sleeping' Chimecho man in the distance as she went. "Oi, Rin!" Migi did a little wave, in the entirely wrong direction of his friend. He'd never been so grateful to see someone in his life, even though technically... "Thank you, a thousand times thank you," he whispered. As the starfish grew closer, the ghost began to gather his courage to show her the wounds he'd been hiding. It wasn't that he was afraid of scaring her. Rin was strong, resilient. He was afraid that if he elicited any kind of reaction out of his usually cool and collected friend, it would in turn terrify him-- or worse, Sophie. But the lightheaded feeling that nagged at his consciousness reminded him that time was of the essence, and he immediately reached for her with a bloodied hand and swept the longer side of his hair out of his face. The wounds slicing vertically down his face were remarkably clean and symmetrical-- almost as if they'd been done with a surgeon's scalpel instead of a madman's blade-- but the damage done was grievous, nonetheless. Even one who knew nothing of ophthalmology could take a short glance at Migi's eyes and wonder if he'd ever see again, let alone if his eyes could be saved. Not to mention the perpetual bleeding... The remainder of his face was covered in various cuts, newly forming bruises, scrapes, and whatnot. The only thing that seemed untouched, sitting atop Migi's forehead just beneath his trembling hand, was that third eye of his. Not much use in terms of regular vision-- more so for seeing auras and other extrasensory sights-- but perhaps enough to keep him going for now, without the use of his other eyes. In that moment, he squeezed it shut. Rin's aura usually read so strong and nonchalant. He didn't want to know if that had changed.

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