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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 3:25 pm
With a melancholy sigh, a young man's eyes, the same hue as the cloud of dust he was watching, flicked to the side of the road. Only to the left and right of the battered old vehicle was the clear mountain air actually... clear. The clunky black monster that wound its way along the dirt path seemed to almost be stripping the road bare for all the dust it somehow threw up in front of and behind itself.
The young man, seated in the old leather of the passenger side seat had endured the stifling heat of the summer's day that could not be cooled by opening the window because of the aforementioned dust, for well over two hours. He shifted his eyes from the idyllic mountain scene, which had since grown old, to he opposite side of the car and its weathered driver.
"Grandpa? We're going to get there soon right?" He asked in a voice crackly with disuse.
"I reckon so Lee..." Came the shaky reply.
"It's been some time, since I was here but... ah! Here's the gate now."
The black monster slowly, and ungracefully screeched to a halt in front of an ancient stone wall that had emerged from the forest.
"Well, here y'are Lee.." His grandfather said after a brief moment of silence.
"I know your parents think it's for the best... but you call me if things get too tough alright?"
"Don't worry grandpa, I think I'll be fine."
There was a brief and awkward hug over the stick shift, and moments later the black monster lurched backward and slowly began the long trek back down the mountain.
After a brief coughing fit, Liam Denton bent over and picked up his stuffed duffel bag from the ground and swept his long hair, the same color as his eyes back into place before looking unsteadily at the imposing gate in front of him. After a moment of concentration, he hoisted the bag up onto his back, and pressed against the heavy wooden doors. They groaned in protest as he leaned heavily against them before finally allowing him entry.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
First of all, welcome to the shrine. I'm very happy you have chosen me to be your teacher and hope you get the most out of it you possibly can. That being said, I've been a slacker lately due to school and other adult responsibilities. So don't be alarmed if nothing happens for a few days.
Let's see...
You seem to have the creative aspect of rping down, but truthfully I found this very hard to read. You mentioned in the OOC thread that you were putting some extra effort into this post and I wonder if that was effecting your choice of words and sentence structure. For your next post, take a step back. Read everything out loud and get a feel for how it rolls off the tongue. We might not be speaking it ourselves as we read it, but if it doesn't sound right spoken, it won't sound right in your head either. I do read all your posts out to myself so I can catch these flow issues. You already caught that you missed the two females next to the gate, so everything else seems in order. I won't be assigning you a rank until I get a proper feel for your skill.
:3
Put up another post and we'll see where you're really at. I have a feeling that you can do much better than this. The direction you're heading creatively is on par though, so please, keep that up.
Happy writing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:37 am
Inuki bit back a string of curses at learning about the kids parents. She felt a familiar resentful anger stirring... and it wasn't even her parents. She took a deep calming breath, and realized how rude she was acting.
"Sorry, Erin. I'm," she hesitated. She wasn't an officer anymore and couldn't use any of the old titles she found familiar, but this was supposed to be a new start. "I'm Inuki, and a rhetorical question is..."
A rhetorical question is where the speaker makes a statement by asking a question, so what statement had Inuki been saying? She wasn't sure. Maybe she really was asking a question, but it wasn't one meant to be answered by a fourteen year-old-girl.
"It's a question not meant to be answered," she finished lamely. Inuki stepped forward to catch the gate as the boy from the car blew past, apparently without even noticing them. She held it open for Erin. As she did so she reached into the pocket of her dufflebag and pulled out the brochure, she recalled seeing a map of the grounds on it.
Instead what she found was a piece of yellow legal paper folded into thirds. Written accross it in Anna's scrawling hand was a brief message. Sorry Inuki. Had to get you on your own two feet somehow. Love A~ P.S. Stop jumping to conclusions; it's not always as bad as you think. Inuki's vision swam as the illusion placed over her broke. This is what she got for being friends with a Seer and a witch, when Anna wanted to make a point she could do so very sharply. Inuki rubbed her eyes and tried not swear in front of the kid.
Very nice. Very very nice. I am delighted with this back and forth you have going with Anima. The character you are producing is just amazingly dynamic. It really is the flaws that make a person the most interesting because it is those imperfections that make events happen. You didn't backtrack either. I gave you a few points to work with, though you might have had it planned unbeknown to me, and you ran with it. Excellent adaptation.
I'm going to hold off one more post on giving you a skill level. I need just a bit more writing from you to see which advanced stage I'll be placing you at.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 6:18 pm
As Marlec watched the two combatants fight, an idea came to his head. He thought that if he challenged the Dragon-kin to a training duel he might learn something of his father in the process. He may even learn about Dragon-kin in general.Marlec took a deep breath and began to wade through the crowd once more. He began to think of how exactly he would ask the dragon. It couldn't be as simple as "Hi, I would like to challenge you to a duel," could it? He also thought of how he would fight himself. Marlec didn't carry any weapons with him. He was proficient in unarmed combat but wished to learn swordsmanship and archery. Magic could also be interesting to learn. He determined that he would need to learn all of this to fight beside his father.
Marlec finally made it to the dragon. He stood about a foot above Marlec. He tapped the dragon on the shoulder. "Excuse me, you don't know me but I would like to ask you a couple of questions."
Let's start out with saying you have a very good creative base to work with. The problem I am seeing with your actual written content though is that you lack the finesse to properly express yourself. How about we begin with a few simple rules for your next post.
#1 Never start several sentences in a row with the same word. In this case you beat "He" to death. Not only is it improper form, it's horribly monotonous reading what is essentially the same sentence over and over again. You had some good information there, insight about your character, but unfortunately it was weighed down by this. You do not always need to start your sentence with your subject. Actions are perfectly fine as well. So is a description.
Take this passage for example:
He thought that if he challenged the Dragon-kin to a training duel he might learn something of his father in the process. He may even learn about Dragon-kin in general.Marlec took a deep breath and began to wade through the crowd once more. He began to think of how exactly he would ask the dragon.
Instead you could have tackled it this way with a bit more success.
"It could be that if he challenged the Dragon-kin to a training duel, he might learn something of his father in the process. Finding out a bit more about Dragon-kin in general would be possible as well. Taking a deep breath, Marlec begins to wade through the crowd once more. As he pushes through the people, he begins to think of how exactly he would ask the dragon."
This is by no means a perfect example, but do you see what I am getting at? You can make the subject the first thing you present in a sentence every now and then, but too many times in a row it gets hard to read, slows interest even if you might have a perfectly good piece of writing otherwise.
For now your creative aspect is doing quite well. Continue on with the path you are exploring. Engaging and interacting with others is good for your character!
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:16 pm
Aurak keeps his eyes locked on the dummy before him, imagining the way that blasted target was taunting him. Letting out another blast of smoke and ember from his nostrils, the dragon-kin inhales deeply, then finally opening his mouth to let out his initial charge of fire. Though it wasn't a very big charge, but enough to engulf that blasted heap of straw, wood and cloth into flames.
Watching with satisfactory as the target burns slowly, smoldering as well in the process. Becoming the screaming dummy, 'screaming' in agonizing pain, this indeed was to the dragon humanoid's liking, to see those that taunted him burn before his eyes. Grinning to it, he turns back to watch the two combatants duel before him, watching over it like he was the mediator, which he wasn't after all.
Suddenly, he feels some tapping on his shoulder, as if someone was trying to get his attention. Followed quickly by; "Excuse me, you don't know me, but I would like to ask you a couple questions." After hearing the words from the direction of the tapping, Aurak turns towards the source and notices a man with short dark brown hair and dressed in complete leather. Wait, he saw this man earlier by the door, he must have been the one that looked to him earlier.
Keeping his eyes onto the mortal before him, the dragon-kin turns to fully face him. Raising a brow with sheer curiosity. Well, what would this mortal want to know? Grinning slightly, he replies in a manner that he normally does with mortals; in a respectable way, though intimidation kicks in, making them flee. Of course THAT isn't very helpful when it comes to trying to interact with other races of this realm. "Really? What would you like to know?" Human... Finishing his quote with the last word as a thought.
::Sighs::
Sorry it took so long for me to get to this, better late than never though, eh? So let's get to it.
First of all thank you for taking our little convo into account and reapplying it to your post. It seems to have helped. Quite a bit actually. I like this post, especially the first paragraph. Your character has come so far in its evolution. You always pushed to pack too much in before, now we're really getting good amounts of information with each post. Bite sized you could say.
There are still a few parts where you kinda stick and your flow stops, but you do a well enough job of picking it back up right away that I can't really complain too much. There are also still some instances of lack of subject for your sentence and partial sentences that kind of just hang, but it's still significantly less than your normal showing. So there is improvement.
Continue on.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 5:56 am
::Facing him, Aniur pushes the blade forward into his chest, expecting resistance from his own. They clash once more, a clear ring sounding out throughout the otherwise quiet courtyard. The hard ground beneath their feet starts to give slightly as the sun warms it, the dirt and straw mixing into a loose, chalky mud. When she had woken up this morning, the thought never crossed her mind that this would be how the first couple of hours would be spent.
Frowning to herself, she pushes harder, taking a slight tilt inwards. The sooner someone made a mistake, the sooner this would be over. Maybe that would be for the best. She wasn't the best of swordswomen out there, this could not be denied. In fact she was downright disgraceful and sloppy compared to some. She often wondered when she was attending training if her enthusiasm was more rewarded rather than her skill. Though grateful for the opportunities it had afforded her, at times it was too much to bear. If only her pillar was still around to lean against, to comfort her. Her mind faltered and turned to him for a second before refocusing on the task before her once more.
Just get through this, then you can move on.::
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:37 pm
You Will Never Be A ManTakamura smiles as he moves fluidly. He doesn't try to block the attack, but instead turns his body fluidly away from the stab. The sword passes a mere inch from his chest as he drops her shoulder and lunges towards her, aiming to drive his shoulder into her chest and knock her off balance before bringing his katana into her stomach, forcing her to the ground where he would stand over her, his katana at her throat, to show he had bested her.
If he failed he would get a nice gash on his shoulder from her blade coming down on top of it, and though not a mortal wound it would be some time before he would be able to use that arm again. It didn't matter to him, it wouldn't have been the first time he had lost the use of his arm for a time. Though if this happened he would still collide with her, though a bit more clumsily than he anticipated, at which time thie fight might degenerate into more of a wrestling match. Unless You Are A Gentleman
You know, I can't complain that it is a short post because we've kinda worked ourselves into this predicament with our stumbling around. It's a good post, short and to the point, waiting for my answer. Theres really nothing much to say about it, any little picky things that I might have to say will probably be brushed off anyways. Probably should just get to this point,
+1 rank
Graduated.
Congrats, you don't have to take my crap any longer.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 7:15 pm
For years Liam's grandfather had been telling stories both nostalgic and hilarious about the Garden Shrine. But somehow, even after all the fantastic words Grandpappy had used to describe the place, Liam's eyes widened in shock and wonder as he caught his first real glimpse of the place itself.
The tales his grandfather had told were of great fondness for the peace he had found there, along with the lessons he had learned. But while he could sense what his grandfather meant, the Shrine seemed to appeal to a different part of Liam.
History of people come and gone, and what they had experienced here seemed to flow out of every surface he could see. There, a small pond shimmered in the noonday sun. He could just imagine the laughter of people who had sat there and fished or told stories to friends. Beyond that lay a garden, lovingly tended with more colors or varieties of plants than could have possibly been accumulated by one person. The walls on either side of him were sturdy, but weathered, pounded by rain and wind that had most likely driven students to hole up in the fantastic abbey that lay just beyond a modest path stretching from where he stood to the handsome double wooden doors that presumably led indoors.
Yet even with all the serene atmosphere, some things stood out as odd. It was nothing huge, but small details seemed out of place with what his grandfather had told him. From what he had remembered, his grandfather had described the decorations in a slightly different fashion. And didn't he say something about a patio out front?
Perhaps the Garden Shrine was a special place, one that was different for everyone who visited and arranged itself in a way that would suit him or her best.
Poetic He thought. But it was also possible that Liam's personal reality had shifted again, changing the world slightly from what it should be to something new. That had been an unfortunate side effect from his 'experiment' from a few months ago. Even though the fluctuations in reality had more-or-less calmed down, his parents were still a teensy bit sore about the incident, and that was the reason Liam had been packed up and sent to stay out here for a while.
While he liked the poetic idea better, the slight dizziness and the fact the two girls whom Liam was fairly certain had not been behind him when he had arrived, seemed to prove otherwise. He had just began to turn around and ask the mysterious girls if they knew what he was supposed to do now, when a familiar pattern of color caught the corner of his eye. He whirled around, and took a step to the side to get a better glimpse at the figures that had previously been obscured by a tree trunk.
"Aurak?!"
This, this is what I had been waiting for. What you have given me here is a good baseline to work with, though I will ask that you post one more time before I assign your rank.
For the moment I have no corrections for you, once again. I'm terribly sorry for this, but your post is exceptional in all respects. It is not only creatively interesting, but the way you worked around grammar points are mostly sound and nothing that I can pick at quite yet. There are no glaring mistakes. What I am looking for now is a succession of posts like this to show me that you can rp in this fashion stably.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 8:09 am
Inuki's first real look at the place had little to do with the seeing the vine covered walls and more to do with the overwhelming sense of unhurried time and calm serenity. She closed her eyes, basking in the feelings washing over her like a cat in a warm spot of sunshine.
Anna had always said that Inuki, even as a magical and psychic null, should be able to get a sense of the energies around her, but this was the first time she actually had. It must have something to do with the impervious shielding that stopped her from draining every source of magical and psychic energy she came across. Anna had nagged Inuki into developing it, claiming that having a constant power drain around was giving her a headache. That same shield allowed Anna to slap that illusion on Inuki without her noticing in the first place.
How long had she been planning this? Inuki wondered, resolving to kill the woman for not warning her about the other side effects from that kind of shield. Inuki didn't have any other sheilds or protections. She never needed them because her natural abilities as a null harmlessly absorbed anything sent her way. What if someone else had cast a spell on her? It wasn't like Inuki didn't have more than her fair share of enemies. Did Anna not see the remains of the shootout at her apartment? Inuki took a moment to review the new business for their next get together: thanks, praise, attempted homicide. Yeah, that sounded about right. Inuki smiled at the thought, but that was for later.
As years of stress, anger, and fear from her job was finally set aside, probably not for good but at least it was for now, Inuki found herself in a better mood than she could remember being in a long time. She opened her eyes and, after glancing back to check that Erin could catch the gate, followed the boy into the courtyard. Anna's note, crumpled and stuffed back into her bag, was already forgotten.
But despite her new resolve, old habits were hard to break and as she entered the courtyard Inuki quickly assessed the situation. She noted where everyone was standing and a few defining characteristics. One she could actually place a name to thanks to the boy's startled exclamation. The fact that a couple of them were sparring with swords gave her momentary pause as she wondered, what was the point? Inuki supposed that she should head inside to sign in or something, but this had the potential to be so much more interesting.
Ooooo, skill level time. You have shown great ability in producing flowing work with no need for corrections, but it seems that you have a few issues surrounding just where you are going with your story. Assume we understand nothing about certain things and go about explaining them. In your next post I would like to see more about this null, perhaps a more direct explanation of it? I see what you are getting at with the ability or lack of ability, but you must understand that not everyone will be able to follow your ideas in the way you wish. So sometimes we must make the effort to follow up on such things, perhaps a demonstration is in order? Oh, I would love that. If you were planning on doing this from the beginning with your next post, continue on!
Rank Assigned
Advanced, low
( I suggest you pick on one of the dragon boys... just for giggles.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 11:13 am
"I would like to know two things," Marlec stated flatly. "First, if you know anything of my father, a dragon-kin like yourself. The second thing is if you would like to have a practice duel against a more intelligent opponent." Glancing towards the charred remains of the training dummy, Marlec let slip a small grin. Though he was a bit rusty, he should at least gain enough respect from the dragon so that Marlec's questions would be answered. A friend may even be gained from this small battle.
As he waited for an answer, the dragon's height, reach, skin, posture, and many other things were being analyzed. Marlec also took into account his own characteristics. Terrain and weather also needed to be thought about. He also considered what possible moves the dragon-kin could make, as well as the dragon's abilites. From the defeated training dummy, he anticipated a possible breath attack. Of course, he wouldn't let his opponent know of these thoughts. Marlec kept eye contact with the dragon and waited. Another possibility would be that the dragon-kin would refuse his challenge.
Good job, you seemed to have cleared up the lack of rotation for sentence entrance, which has made your post very nice. Many times it is the simple things that need to be changed and all I do is keep repeating myself till they are changed properly. Once you have it down though, its down and you'll no longer need me. Continue posting for now. Give me another post like this and we'll discuss exactly what you want to get out of the rest of your stay here.
:3
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 6:47 pm
"I would like to know two things..." The man before Aurak begins. "First, if you know anything of my father, a dragon-kin like yourself. The second thing is if you'd like to have a practice duel against a more intelligent opponent." More Intelligent? Referring to how his victory was easily won against that dummy which had, literally, no intelligence. The dragon humanoid begins just as flatly as the man did. "Well, I know many of my kind, Perhaps a name would be a request. As for your duel, We'll see, once this quarrel is done, I'm sure we can have this arena to ourselves."
Looking, turning back to the duel that seems to be dwindling down, Aurak simply smirks to the sight. "Well, we may not have to wait long, the both of them are losing energy, and rather quickly. It won't be long before one of them makes a mistake that could cost one some flesh." Licking his lips to the mere sight of blood flying from either opponent in his head, reminding him of times when he hunts on his own in the wilderness of the woods nearby his home.
Then, a thought pops into his head, he never did ask the man his name, thinking back though, to what that raven haired man said once; 'It's impolite to request a name before giving your own.' Another smirk creeps across his face as he shakes his head lightly. "The names Aurak, Aurak Endeem, son to the leader of the Dragon-kin Clan Aeros Endeem. May I ask what yours is?" While watching the finishing dance of the blades before him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:28 pm
A vein in Liam's eyelid twitched as more than the acceptable number of moments passed after he had addressed Aurak. It would be understandable for the dragonoid to wait a moment to reply if he was currently engaged with someone else. But the moments had passed through that threshold of time that one instinctively knows is between a pause and someone not even answering. It was entirely possible that the Dragon-Kin had not heard him, but as he was already slightly irritable from the endless, sweltering, and dusty car drive, Liam was not about to give anyone the benefit of the doubt.
After all, ever since Aurak and Liam had parted separate ways and Aurak had given Liam one of his scales as a token, Liam had spent long hours gazing into the dark swirls and patterns in its dusky surface. He knew those color patterns by heart, and they certainly matched the dragon-scale pendant that now lay hidden beneath his olive colored cotton T-shirt. Aurak was definitely standing half-hidden beyond that tree, and in Liam's mind, he was definitely ignoring his old friend.
The small itch of irritation already dampening Liam's mood, chafed at this new supposed rejection. With a frown and a squinty glare, Liam set down his bag with a thump on the hard-packed ground and immediately began scanning the ground for a suitable missile. Under normal circumstances he would have gone for something more... flashy as a way to unsubtly get someone's attention. But ever since the 'accident' his parents had taken away his best books, leaving him with ones he hadn't read yet or were just completely useless. But for this, a rock lying just off to his left would do just fine. As Liam knelt down to retrieve the projectile, a soft crunching of gravel and dirt momentarily disrupted his fiendish thoughts.
Standing not too far from the still-open gate, a girl with a residual look of distaste on her face was gazing past him to the two dragon-kin. After a moment she must have felt him looking, as she broke her gaze and looked down at him. With a brief smile, Liam drew himself up and offered a hand.
"Hey there, I'm Liam. Sorry I missed you on the way in..."
He looked down after hearing the 'Um...' and seeing the confused look on the pale blonde's face. He had offered to shake her hand with the hand that was still holding the rock.
"Oh... Sorry, ah, excuse me for a moment will you?" Whirling around, Liam drew his right arm back, and hurled the rock at the back of Aurak's head.
"OI! DON'T IGNORE ME LIZARD-BUTT!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 12:12 pm
"Hey!" It was a testament to how badly off her game Inuki was that her reactions kicked in, and she grabbed for the boy's arm, only after he had thrown the rock. That it was barely seconds after was only a minor balm to her pride. As her attention focused on him, so did her barely controlled powers.
"Oh, fu-" She froze as her shields shattered around her. Her powers, when they reached out following her focus they ripped through her carefully constructed shields like a hammer through fragile glass. The sense of the Shrine that Inuki had picked up earlier disappeared as 'normalcy' slammed into place with a vengeance when the landscape was whitewashed by her powers and any little bit of magic or psychic resonance was wiped-clean. As a null, even at rest Inuki exhibited a drain on the magic around her. Some spells were simply dampened and could recover once out of her immediate vicinity, but small ones could be completely shattered and power sources drained.
And that was when she was just standing there, doing nothing. When she focused her attention, her powers usually went with it as Inuki still had trouble distinguishing between the two, the effects grew exponentially. One witch, not Anna, another woman who was running séance scam using her otherworldly contacts to dig up information on her victims, had described having Inuki's complete attention like standing next to a black hole going full bore.
Inuki never really cared that her powers made people uncomfortable. During the course of her work in the Bunco Squad investigating fraud and scams, it was a helpful thing to have when dealing with unscrupulous magic users who wouldn't bat an eye at casting a curse or "Jedi mind trick" on her or anyone else in their way. Now, not really having a way of turning them off when she wanted to was frustrating to say the least.
Those shields she had developed with Anna were the closest Inuki had ever gotten to an “off” mode and thay had taken hours of concentration to set up. The best she could do on a moments notice was to try to focus her attention on something, anything, else. Unfortunately, that was about as useful as being told to not think of pink elephants, you can’t help but think about pink elephants. But it had to be better then nothing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:53 am
Snapping back to reality Liran looked around wondering why he zoned out to begin with. Looking around the scholar realized the guy he was concerned about moments ,or was it minutes ago, was gone. Feeling the urge to find human contact, or contact with life at least. Looking around he noticed the door was open and left through it. The sunlight still remaining made it easier on his eyes for the transition. The sound of clanking and slicing drew his attention.
Why have I zoned out again? I do this to often then what would be considered sane. God, help me.
A slow walk Liran kept as he approached the sounds of metal with the sound of footsteps echoing from his feet hitting the stone path. Moving his hands over each of his knives making sure they're latched and in place so he doesn't give off an armed presence without the scholar's knowing. Bringing his hands back to his sides the young man looked around the corner to see the dragon-kin from ealier and the teacher fighting.
There's the teacher, I believe? And the person from earlier. I think its training. Well, better make sure.
(Sowwy if it seems poetic, or something along those lines. I'm listening to spoken word here at the campus. So it reflects. XD Might keep it up though.)
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:16 pm
You Will Never Be A Man((Forgive me))
Takamura stopped. He stopped everything, advancing, attacking, he just quit. He stood there a moment, his eyes cast downwards towards the dust of the earth as he contemplated his next move, but it wasn't the move he wanted. He didn't like what he became when he fought, didn't like the person that still lived inside him.
He heard screams, pain, suffering. It had been many moons since he had heard them, but they haunted him to this day, this moment. He was back in the revolution, back to a time when killing was the norm. Takamura saw their faces, each and every person he had ever killed flashing before his eyes. His emotions never changed on the outside, but inside each new death tore a piece of his soul.
It had been some time since his last battle, long ago on the outskirts of a small town in the heart of Japan. Amidst the fire and the flames he made a silent and solemn vow to never kill again. It had been many years since that day, but every time he fought he became the monster within. The monster determined to kill, not for revenge, or pleasure, not even for blood lust. No, this monster killed for a different reason. The monster killed because he fought for what he believed in, and everyone that didn't believe the same was his enemy.
Takamura believed the lies of the new government. He believed that they would bring peace and prosperity to the land that was his home, believed that they would reduce the taxes the previous emperor had imposed on them. This was not so. Truth be told the government banned the carrying of swords on the streets, raised the taxes such that the poor were arrested because they couldn't pay. The new Meiji government had become the very thing he had fought so hard to eliminate.
Heaving a sigh he slid his katana along the outside of his saya before sliding the clean blade into it's home. "Forgive me." he uttered before closing his eyes and taking slow, deliberate steps towards the library, unsure of exactly where he wanted to go, but knowing that it would be quiet there, a place where he could reflect on what he had done, both past and present. Unless You Are A Gentleman
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:39 pm
((Forgive me, but I am not letting this thread off the first page.))
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