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The wood floor of the corridor was cool underneath his legs. He could hear fighting - muffled, farther out, and he could smell blood. Could taste it, too, along with the sweet-sticky taste of phlegm in his mouth. He was coughing, badly, and his chest ached with every one. Were memories supposed to hurt like this, like reality did? This was worse ( Read more... ) -
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Is the name 'Renée' familiar to anyone else? I saw it in some of the graffiti, and I feel like I should know it - but I can't remember.
Samehada-san, we should spar again sometime soon.
[OOC: As this is ~meta~ Souji is going to be dodgy about it on the journals, but I'm happy to use this for quicklogs!] -
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[There's a few little pentaps, and then-]
Does the Watch accept people part-time? -
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I was trying to get to work for the morning, but, ah, I think the elevator has different goals in mind. It looks like it's stuck on the fourth floor...
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Dream 2
The scene opens on a wood-beamed room, with tatami mats and paper-screened walls. It looks a lot like the interior of the Dojo, actually, though not like any room in particular. From the current vantage point, it looks like a number of women are seated neatly around a low table - you see the backs of long-sleeved, flowery kimono, and fancy up-dos. ( Read more... ) -
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Tian-dono, I need to speak with you at your earliest convenience. It's important. -
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Souji
[The name is written a touch larger, with a little more flourish than usual. Like someone trying out a signature. Below it:]
You can still call me Daitou, though, if you want. And this costume is very silly.
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Memory 2
Daitou was heading home after some practice at the Dojo - everything had been cleaned up, put back properly, and he slipped his geta back on as he left the building. It was only a step or two before his right shoe caught on something, though. Odd. The ground outside was usually pounded flat by all the people coming in and out. He took a step back, ( Read more... ) -
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I found Sniper-san. He's in his home, asleep in one of those clear cocoon-things.
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I didn't think it would be good to move him, so I just left a blanket on top of the cocoon instead. People wake up on their own from those, right?