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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2025 11:10 am
Double Identities  YOU! Akwasi and Graham realize they've met each other once before!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2025 7:24 pm
   ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ➢pleasantly worked, shocked
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ➢ "I know this mofo!"
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➢ Utopia > Training ground (archery range)
ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ➢ Akwasi
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ➢ Xenia and Shahiti crew (not by name)
ᴀʟʟ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ➢ training clothes and boots,, single glove - right hand
talking - thought
When Graham first saw the man, he thought his eyes or his brain must have crossed wires and identified him with a name he almost forgot. He met him years ago during an unexpected detour into Thah. One that wasn’t exactly logged in his official field journal. The weather was fair enough that he was able to spend his morning on the training field practicing with his bow. When he first came to Utopia he went a week without practice and noticed the difference when he went to pull back on a bow the first time. With the war he never had to worry about feeling off and was proud at how he progressed to heavier bows. It wasn’t something he’d skipped since. The weather wasn’t as cold as Shahiti got in November but he appreciated what reminders of home he could get. It was just enough to n** at his cheeks and exposed arms. What hair on the top of his head was pulled back into the tiniest ponytail, similarly to the bullshit hairstyle he used to rock before chopping it off. Gods, he looked like an a*****e back then.
The last arrow flew left his fingers and made a satisfying thump when it hit the target across the way. It was time for him to collect them and start another round. The quiver he held in one arm filled back up and he made his way back to the mark. After a couple more rounds he planned on picking up on it again tomorrow. He could go wash off the morning and finally eat something, then sit in the classes. The art class resumed a normal flow and while he and his group were able to turn in an admirable painting, he was happy when the project was over. He could go back to sucking at art and bullshitting with his bestie and kin.
At first he didn’t think much that someone else was in the range but when recognition kicked in, he slowed his pace to a stop and narrowed his eyes. It was the scarification on his face that he noticed first. Graham had only seen it on a couple of people before, one person being a man of similar stature and height. This guy… looked a lot like that guy.
Graham set his quiver down and started walking again, this time toward the familiar face. Once close enough, there was no doubt in his mind that this was the same Thah warrior he encountered when he was on the hunt for a Windurian spy that pissed him off something especially bad. He held the two fingers on his gloved hand and pointed at him, surprise plastered across his features. ”You!”
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