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Motoko...I think we'll be fine for a while.. Go inside, it's too cold out here.

-=Neko stood up and smiled as Motoko did the same, and headed into the Dojo. Neko stayed outside, sighing softly before picking up the sword again. He stared at it as he held it in front of him with both of his hands. He began to unsheathe it, exposing a few inches of the cool, dark blue blade. He stared at his reflection for a moment, the Demonic energy slowly seeping from the blade=-

You are mine. Remember that. I am your creator, I am your master. Tell me your name, blade.

Nyl looked up, blinking at Seph. "Oh. ...I slept."

Seph nodded, "I gathered as much." He grinned, then exhaled, seeing his breath. It was still very clear out. The stars shown brightly. "Is that the last we'll see of Aoi?"

-=Neko sat on a couch near the kitchen, wrapping his arms around the sword as he leaned forward, resting his head on the hilt of it, quickly beginning to doze off=-

((Lurking for a bit before I go to bed, I guess~ Night!))

((Today just seems like a doctor day for me, first Trauma Center, then Grey's Anatomy. Crazy.))

Takuan had apparently missed every one in the dojo, except the three year old. He sighed a deep breath, taking a moment to collect his things before entering the dojo proper. He set his small pack down and took out a scroll. Unfurling it he looked at the names signed in blood, one was his mother, Fuyu-Ken Hidei formerly of the house Anei no Odoriko. The second was that of his grandfather, "The Blade of the Mists" Kurogane Anei no Odoriko.

He breathed in deeply remembering his mother's laugh and his fathers cheerful eyes. His mind wandered in fascination at how they could hide their true talents for so long, and den him the legacy of their families.

Espyn's machinery was beeping slowly, representing his steady condition. He'd been in a coma for a while now, the red bruise on his head freshly bandaged this morning and still a little throbby. Wait... he could feel his forehead? Espyn could feel his fingers, too, cold and practically lifeless due to their immobility for the last half year. His mind suddenly began to burn, a deep red, pulsating, undulating feeling that began to ricochet off of the inside of his cranium, he couldn't take this, it was as if something was--

and he sat up quickly, his lengthy violet hair flailing across his face, sticking to small beads of sweat and his golden eyes sickly and lemony yellow from the lack of light. His skin tingled and his toes wriggled all at once, it was as if ants had gotten under his flesh and forced movement into his limbs.

He was.

Espyn turned his head and let his unruly hair drape over his eyes, covering their zombeic glow but not preventing his sight. His voice was a bit scratchy and very, VERY soft as he shifted softly under the white and blue bed covers.

"Who are you..." his words cut off immediately, leaving only the necessary to be heard. The machine beeped with a more lively sound and the low, late-day night faded into the room through the blinds, casting an eerie, unsettling set of shadowy bars across his face, allowing only his lips to be seen.

Bursting into the room was Kaimen. "ITS YOU! YOU ABANDONER!" In one all out lunge he was ready to choke the hell out of the wounded man.