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 Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:56 pm
Sage smirks, " well, with all the strange things that Arcanes can do, it wouldn't suprise me if you had been. Those strong enough to alter the landscape like your mother did can do many other such strange things. hell, this container may have even been used to speed up the apparent passage of time for yourself...though, that is certainly a dangerous thing to do...especially to one's own child...such an irresponsible parent you seem to have....locking thier own kid in a glass case..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:59 pm
Considering I almost killed her once probibly revenge. *He stops in his tracks and grabs his head* I almost killed my own mother? I destroyed my home town and turned it into a crater I left nothing behind but ash and powder. The fight...it was...*he covers his mouth as if he tries to avoid vomiting.* The memories I had erased their back...there all back...
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:04 pm
Sage stops and looks to Zephyr.
"It's never a solution to seal something away. as sealing something away only makes it angry. you must learn to live with these memories, to take them into yourself and learn from them. Do not allow them to take over, but instead, give them an equal say in your decisions. if need be, imagine all your memories as a senate. Each memory gets one vote. each memory has an area of expertise. when you need that memory's area of expertise, use it's knowledge. when it is time to change gears, use a different memory's expertise to handel that situation. when you encounter a new thing, that you have never experienced before, have your existing memories make a new one to handel the thing, in they way most true to yourself."
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:09 pm
It's bad enough I have 4 sets of Id's and Ego's taking votes. Besides it is healthy to repress the memory of murdering ones own parent and destroying everything you have every cared about.
*he sighs and continues walking*
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:13 pm
Sage stopped for a moment, and simply blinked a bit before replying. He then shook his head and spoke up, " it's never healthy to supress memories. without them, you won't have the strength of your entire life of experiences. and trust me, you will always need that strength. life is full of conflicts, and if you go through them without full strength, you won't be able to win all the battles you could otherwise. With loss, comes the chance of death. So trust me on this, keep your memories alive, the good and the bad. The good to remember your happy times, and the bad to remind you of just how horrible things can be when they go wrong."
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 1:45 pm
A scratching sound was heard through the door where the visitor was staying. It continued for quite a while before stopping. A dark pattern seemed to burn through the door, a manji flowing into a seven point seal. The scratching sounds stopped.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 2:47 pm
She rolled over and fell off the couch where she'd slept all night, landing with a thud. She laid there for a minute before picking herself up off the floor.
She sat back down on the couch and picked up her bag. She looked through it quickly and was relieve to find nothing missing. It wasn't that she didn't trust these people, it was that she didn't know them to have any reason to trust them or to not trust them, so it was better safe than sorry.
She pulled her brush out and quickly brushed her hair before putting her headband back on, as well as her headphones. It didn't seem like anyone was around, so she would probably resort to the company of music.
With that, she picked up her bag and her katana, and decided to wander around a little bit. She needed a kitchen, and then she needed a training room.
Finding the kitchen was easy enough, remembering the way that Sage had gone last night after Seph sent her in to the building.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:11 pm
A black cat was already in the kitchen, laying on the counter, very relaxed. When a woman walked in the cat got back up on all fours and stared at her. Of course, it was the eavening, and the cat was starving., and it showed in its eyes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:16 pm
*Drake stumbles in. Obviously drunk.*
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:22 pm
The cat felt something change in the environment as it looked over into the other room, spotting a stumbling, and obviously drunk man. The cat sighed... yes, sighed... and then meowed to the girl, begging for milk.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:25 pm
*Drake stumbled around a little more before collapsing on the floor.*
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:28 pm
After awhile, the cat simpled hopped off the counter and troted out towards the fallen drunk. The cat simply touched its wet cold nose against Drake's wide open cheek, then licked his ear a few times and meowed at him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:31 pm
Eheheheheh...
*Drake rolled his head to the side smiling drunkly to the cat*
Why... hello there... friend. How are you today? MEooow?
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:35 pm
The cat stared down at Drake stupidly for a moment before tilting its head. Why was he so... drunk? "Get up, you fool." The cat said in a very deep, strong voice. There was only one thing you could do with a drunk oter than mess with his head until he cried...
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:38 pm
*Drake stared at the cat dumbly*
Wellllll... essscuuuuseh meh!
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