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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 4:59 pm
((Watch what you say about Seph's Ho.))
"Well, he's your sensei. You have to trust him first, I think, because of that. If you don't trust your sensei...it's really hard for him or her to return it."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:04 pm
"but how do i know if i trust someone is more of the question...I mean i don't thnik i'd leave my life in the hands of anyone ever, not even my family." she said standing there confused.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:04 pm
((My Ho don't mess around. ))
Seph grinned at Yuki's comment, then turned back to the stove. He poured a second mug for Nyl and handed it to her. He nodded back to Yuki. "Oh.. Yeah, I guess it does take a bit to cool me off.." He smiled again, this time weaker. He could feel his body begin to shut down on itself.
~Time for rest, do you think?~
~I think so, yes.. Soon, if not now.~
"Nyl's right, Ally. You must give respect to receive respect.. Trust. I meant trust. Where did 'respect' come from..?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:06 pm
Nyl smiled in an odd, reminiscent way.
"Sometimes you just don't have a choice."
She took the tea from Seph and sipped it with a genuine smile. "Ah, real academy tea..." She raised an eyebrow at him, her smile fading a bit.
~Everything all right, thief-sensei?~
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:06 pm
Yuki noticed the weakness in Seph's smile and eyes as she cocked her head to the side, "You alright? You look tired."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:09 pm
She began to figit with her fingers as she stood there sitting down sighing. She knew respect...and that she knew she hadn't shown him, but trust, she didn't think she could, she had been so scarred from her family, from that word, she barely knew what its' real meaning was anymore.
" i could have been less rude, but trust for me is a lot harder then a lot of people." She said sighing resting her head on the table.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:10 pm
~Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, is all.~
~What he means, Phairen, is that he hasn't slept for weeks.~
A sigh escaped Seph's lips. "Leave it to my conscience.." He mumbled softly. He took a sip of his tea and let his shoulders relax, let the tension dissipate from his spine.
He looked over the brim of his mug to Yuki, then nodded mid-sip. After swallowing, he answered: "Yes, I'm fine."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:12 pm
Irianna strides into the dojo, her white wings furled and hands interlocked behind her head. Immediately, keen ears catch the sounds of voices. Several voices. The young woman raises an eyebrow and her furled wings twitch in surprise.
"Since when do so many people occupy this place at once?" Iri mutters in wonderment.
With an indifferent shrug, the winged woman starts to walk about the main room, softly whistling to herself.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:18 pm
((oh no! Another winged creature in the GNA? Hehe, hi new person! Well, not completely new...but new to Nyl.))
~Your conscience is a lot more sensible than you, sometimes. Why haven't you slept?~
She sat down in one of the kitchen chairs with her tea.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:18 pm
"I guess i should at least apologize, but to trust someone with my life... i'd be lucky if i walked out my front door alive everyday, how can i trust a nyone after that..." She said shutting her mouth thinking she was talking to herself as in thinking. She now realized she wasn't.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:20 pm
"Things are different here, Ally. ...Though I can't promise you it's entirely safe to use that front door...with a few eccentric exceptions, we're not going to attack you."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:22 pm
"i'm going to go..." She paused trying to think of someplace fast as she saw the stove and thought of sunbathing.
"i'm am going to go sunbath" She said walking out wanting to smack herself across the face right now.
'how can i trust someone, how can i. I need to figure that out first... i couldn't ask father that, brother is now dead so that won't help, my other brother is a moron with power. and that idea of even thinking of that was completely useless because my family can't do any of that s**t. does that mean i can't...' she had things racing through her mind as she sat down on a couch staring off into space again as she sat there.
'yes, no, yes, no, yes, no ,yes , no, maybe, no , yes' she kept thinking if she should try to trust him but she couldn't decide, was her life worth that risk after what she went through with her family?
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:22 pm
Yuki frowned as things got quiet at times, or just had nothing to do with her. Finding no other reason to be here, the woman slipped out of the kitchen quietly and off down a hall to.... wander.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:26 pm
'why can't i do this.........' she thought over and over again as she put her head back looking at the cieling with a blank stare.
She was getting a headache from thinkign so much on trust, she just couldn't completely grasp it, she wanted to learn, but he said trust to be trusted as well as nyl, she also said she didn't have a choice. She thought for a long while sighing a lot.
'how can someone ever trust me if i can't even trust myself...? ' she asked herself.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:32 pm
(( Oh? Are the wings a problem? Heh, it's the RPC I've used since getting into RPing. So sorry! And I'm very new actually. It's nice to meet you, too. ))
Irianna sighs and runs slender fingers through her red hair. She has stopped pacing around the large main room. Furled wings flex slightly in response to an old habit of thought.
Wonder if a Kaze Sensei has been found yet. Lazing about here is fine and dandy, but I'm eager to start learning...
The winged woman shrugs her shoulders again and walks over to one of the empty couches. She seats herself, slipping off a bag strapped about her shoulder. The woman loosens the bag's drawstring and retrieves a battered book and a ballpoint pen. Whistling to herself once again, she begins to add to a series of notes. Her writing is elegant and flawless, formed by years of use.
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