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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 9:08 am
Matsu nodded and sheathed his zanpakuto. "I guess that you're right. We do need to eat." He let out a sigh and decided that he needed something to drink, preferably sake. "Alright then, See you later!" He chuckled a bit and also left the area.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:50 pm
Cold. Desolute. Remarkably dry of alcohol.
This and many other thoughts flowed through Nicholas' semi-conscious mind as he trudged his way back to his make-shift home of God knows how long. Since the war started, he had found himself more and more alone than ever, and the only real comfort he drew from was now the spirits residing within him, and good ol' Johnny.
Speaking of Johnny...Nicholas popped open a bottle of Johnny Walker, and sipped on the brown liquid within, wincing at the bitter aftertaste.
What had happened to him? What had happened to the squad? Three years of pointless warring had left them all bitter and angry, mostly due to the constant threat of being Cero'd to death and the frustrating slowness the Captains moved with. Nicholas supposed he could blame his squad members lust for action for these events, but he'd be contradicting himself.
Afterall, he had lost something very important to him, because of his actions...
Tracing small circles into the sand as he squatted, he cast a gaze skywards, taking in the beauty of the night sky, the stars twinkling brightly, thousands and thousands of light years away.
"What now?"
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