The Keyblade War- the Return of Truths

Mixt opened the bag and put on his old suit of armor. In the years of peace he had worked on this armor almost everyday, so not only did it still fit but it had been reinforced several times over.

Mixt: Don't worry, I adopted her. You don't have any competition yet. But to answer the question, 15 years to the day.

 

Genservant rushed at Malum, "why the holy Darkside would you attack me, huh?!" he exclaimed, "what'd I ever do to you?"

Malum looked at Genservant, "you stole my life," he said, shooting a blast of darkness, which was countered by Kouri's ice.

"I don't know who you are, but you've messed with the wrong girl!" she yelled, swinging her keyblade at Genservant.

 

Meiko looked at Phisoxa. Meiko was a spitting imag of a young Phisoxa with blue hair and eyes. She wasn't able to age either. Meiko was shocked at seeing Phisoxa.

 

Phisoxa:" Oh I was just wondering, you don't look like the type to rush off get married and have a child so fast."
She said with a chuckle as she sat down on a crate and watched them, unsure weahter or not she should interfere with the battle.
Phisoxa:" So that means I get to call you old man now, huh Mixt? I won't get tired of that."
She said with a grin.

 

Genservant blocked with his keyblade, and as his and Kouri's blades were grinding together, Malum threw a strike raid aimed at Genservant's head, but it instead hit the keyblades, the instant the three touched, the same blast of energy as before blasted them apart.

OOC: I gotta go, I'll probably not be on much tommorow, but the next day I can probably by on for a while.

 

"Well even back then I was older than you. I don't know why now is any different. But it is odd, my body doesn't seem to age as fast as it used to. Before long you might seem older than me." Mixt responded.

 

Meiko's head started hurting.
Mieko: Papa, it hurts.
Mieko put her hands on her head.
Meiko: It hurts!

 

Phisoxa:" Theres no way I'm growing older then you faster, nu uh . . anyways . . . whats wrong with your daughter? Aren't you going to help her ?"
She said leaning against the crate.

 

Mixt held her close and rubbed her back gently to try and comfort her. "I hate to cut this reunion short but you and her are connected and if it hurts for her to be near you then we must be on our way." Mixt started walking away from everyone while keeping an eye on Mieko to see how far away she needed to be from Phisoxa.

 

Meiko slowly got better as they got away from Phisoxa.

 

As Mixt walked away with Phisoxa watched, she felt a bit of wanting and abandonment in her heart. She felt confused yet a little sad and a small hint of envy in her heart.
Phisoxa:" Wait I . . . uh .. . ."
Yet she shook her head, trying to shake these selfish feelings away. She turned away from the sight of them leaving and folded her arms and sighed loudly.

 

When Meiko seemed mostly back to normal Mixt found a bench and put her back down, taking a seat beside her. "You feel better?"

 

Meiko noded.
Meiko: I hate that woman.

ooc: My chair broke!

 

Mixt laughed and scratched the back of his head "This is going to get interesting. So what did it feel like?"

 

Phisoxa hunched over onto of the crate and sat like for a few minutes. Wondering just how that girl was connected to her and why of all people she had to be the daughter of Mixt.
Phisoxa:" Oh just my luck."

 

Meiko: I felt him, the one you said never to speak of, from the field. I felt him Papa.

Robbie came up near Phisoxa, he looked the same as he did fifteen years agao.
Robbie: Phisoxa, how are you.

 

Phisoxa:" Oh hey Robbie, I'm doing fine , it's just all have my friends have grown so distant from me that they run away from me now a days."
She said leaning her chin on her palm.

 

Mixt leaned forward leaning his elbow into his knee and holding his chin. "After 15 years? I thought his hold had been broken. But what could he have to do with the two of you?" Mixt was silent for a moment before shaking his head. "This is beyond me for now."

 

Meiko: Is she going to be my mommy like you are my Papa?

Robbie: Its been fifteen years, everyone has gone on with their lives.I married Clara, but unfortuantly she can't bear a child.

 

Phisoxa lifted up her head and stared at him with another concerned look.
Phisoxa:" What do you mean she can't bear a child? How? Is she doing okay?"