OOC: The Dream
He's walking down a country road, two people a few steps in front of him, all dressed in black coats. The shorter of the two bounces a strange looking ball from one knee to the next, while the other, despite his hulking size, keeps a serene gait. He is a secretly at peace, until he catches an older man out of the corner of his eye, face buried in his hankerchief as he weeps over how nice it is that they're all spending time together.
He really hates it when his Master does that.
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He sits in the lotus position on the tatami mat in the dojo, ready to meditate. A girl with long hair in pigtails is making tea for them, her back turned away as she tends to the pot. The tips of her ponytails suddenly curl and smplder, quietly burning from an unknown fire and breaking into ashes onto the ground until only a few inches are left. But it regrows neatly to her shoulders just in time for the tea to be ready. She playes two cups on a tray and turns-
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He's paging through a book in the library, not really paying much attention to the words on the old pages. Glancing out the window, a redheadboy facing the bookcase continues to chatter on, even though he's stopped listening to him awhile ago. He wants to go outside and train in forest he can see, but no, he'd stuck here. In a bid to get the other boy to shut up, he silently closes the book he'd been holding and throws it at the back of his head. The blow forces his face into the bookshelve for additional damage, and he turns around to complain-
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He glares at the woman who's a little older than him, enough so that she's covered her face with her hands and may or may not be crying from his remarks. He knows she's tired, that the record on her wrist is draining her energy, but they just need a little more time. He hears something in the shadows and raises his sword, back to back with a very tall man whose pale skin almost glows. He turns to issue orders-
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The room is very elegant and ornate, nothing he has seen before. It is empty, save for the delicate organ a white-haired boy is playing. He's suddenly angry, watching the back of this boy as he plays, feeling betrayed and worried at once. Covering his emotions, he doesn't bother to mask his footsteps agains the marble flow as he comes up behind him, ready to yell in his face as he grabs him by the shoulder and turns-
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He has a sword and lotus, and someone to kill.
He really hates it when his Master does that.
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He sits in the lotus position on the tatami mat in the dojo, ready to meditate. A girl with long hair in pigtails is making tea for them, her back turned away as she tends to the pot. The tips of her ponytails suddenly curl and smplder, quietly burning from an unknown fire and breaking into ashes onto the ground until only a few inches are left. But it regrows neatly to her shoulders just in time for the tea to be ready. She playes two cups on a tray and turns-
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He's paging through a book in the library, not really paying much attention to the words on the old pages. Glancing out the window, a redheadboy facing the bookcase continues to chatter on, even though he's stopped listening to him awhile ago. He wants to go outside and train in forest he can see, but no, he'd stuck here. In a bid to get the other boy to shut up, he silently closes the book he'd been holding and throws it at the back of his head. The blow forces his face into the bookshelve for additional damage, and he turns around to complain-
--
He glares at the woman who's a little older than him, enough so that she's covered her face with her hands and may or may not be crying from his remarks. He knows she's tired, that the record on her wrist is draining her energy, but they just need a little more time. He hears something in the shadows and raises his sword, back to back with a very tall man whose pale skin almost glows. He turns to issue orders-
--
The room is very elegant and ornate, nothing he has seen before. It is empty, save for the delicate organ a white-haired boy is playing. He's suddenly angry, watching the back of this boy as he plays, feeling betrayed and worried at once. Covering his emotions, he doesn't bother to mask his footsteps agains the marble flow as he comes up behind him, ready to yell in his face as he grabs him by the shoulder and turns-
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He has a sword and lotus, and someone to kill.