➣ "Well, you know, a lot of different things happen in life. Any regrets? Of course, if I said that I didn't have any, it would be a lie... The next time I'm born into this world, if that's even possible, I'd like to be born as someone who's more clever than I am now. Well, I really can't do anything about it. I feel this self-hatred. If, even after this battle, they tell me I can live on, I'll go and buy a small mirror somewhere and practice smiling. I'll practice over and over...if they tell me that I can live without hurting anyone else, I'll let my hair sway in the wind, take a giant step onto the earth. I want to live, to say my thanks. I want to live, to give so many feelings to people. I want to live! I wish I didn't realize I had feelings like this!"
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Firefly Fields~ Profession ;;
Archeologist /
Thief King With ;;
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"Today's going to be a good day...I just know it!"
Thoughts ;;
"Florence seems way too happy today...."
Journal ;;
Florence / Khafra's Diary (Why do you want to know all my secrets?)
Florence walked along at an even pace, maybe he'd be late for work with such carelessness but he was in such a great mood he didn't seem to care. After all it was only him and one other person who worked at the dig site and it wasn't like the place was a store no one ever came to visit when he was at work. Did he really know anyone well enough to want to come visit? He supposed not, but he'd been here for two full years, it was shocking to barely know anyone. The white haired boy slowed his movements and glanced up at the sky, he loved Summer it was so warm and comforting not at all like nasty, wet and cold mister Winter! He loved to feel the gentle breeze on his face with the warm air all around and for a moment he even closed his eyes to appreciate such a thing only to reopen them quickly with the sound of someone shutting there door. It wasn't an unusual sound, after all he was in a village people had to work and attend to errands such was necessary to a day to day life but he'd rather been more surprised the Spirit hadn't instructed him to avoid wasting time. He wondered if the Spirit of the Millennium Ring was having an off day---but they'd been talking fine earlier. Blinked slightly he moved to part his lips but didn't need too, his eyes fell on the image of his neighbour moving from her house and off towards town. "Oh come on Spirit your not still on about being antisocial are you?" the white haired boy asked.
He could hear the Spirit give a slight 'Hmpth' and within a matter of moments he could see his alter ego companion standing next to him in almost a ghost like form. It was something he'd gotten used to by now. Such movements meant that the Spirit of the Millennium Ring had chosen to manifest itself outside Florence's body, but still retaining that bond that meant the two could not wander far from one another, but that wouldn't be an issue Florence loved the company despite his best friends rudeness at times. The white haired archeologist gave a slight smile looking at the spirit like form of his companion. It seemed unfortunate however that no one else could see when they stood side by side---I guess you needed to either share the bond or have powers to see spirits like the Millennium Rings. "I'm sure she's not that bad...come on we'll put it to the test, it'll be fun!--- Besides you promised we'd go over once!"
"Florence I don't share your ideas of fun...." the Spirit remarked in disinterest.
"Please! Look she's got a cute kitty, maybe you two could bond--you know both being kitty-cats!" Florence protested.
"How many times must I tell you I'm not a kitty!!!---Florence? Florence?! FLORENCE!!" the Spirit cried.
He could feel the bond dragging him along as Florence hurried down the path towards their neighbour. Sometimes this deep connection they shared through the Millennium Item felt like chained bondage---he greatly disliked Florence's definition of fun and although he cared about the boy who was sharing his body with him he'd rather not be dragged along to have a chat with that girl. "Hey!!" the white haired boy called out coming to a stop next to Kuniko and smiling brightly.
"Florence you are so dead when we get to the Dig Site!!!" the Spirit stated coldly.
The white haired boy ignored the spirit of the Millennium Ring's comment and held out his hand to Kuniko, "Hi, I'm Florence Redfield, I believe we're next door neighbours," he begun keeping the slight smile.
The Spirit rolled his eyes and looked away, maybe this was Florence's good day but this was getting worse and worse for him....
(( O.O.C. / / . Taadddaaa sorry it took sooo long ))
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Look at me, you may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me. Every day it's as if I play a part. Now I see if I wear a mask I can fool the world but I cannot fool my heart... Who is that I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I tried when will my reflection show...who I am inside?...."