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| Eiji | Apr 11 2010, 11:33 PM Post #1 |
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I got a PHD in KICKING YOUR ASS!
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"Drop your weapon! That's an order!" The man's eyes moved frantically up and down, left and right as the words came out of his throat like distant bell tolls announcing his death. His hands trembled as they struggled to keep a hold of both sword and shield. A voice replied. He wasn't speaking, but he knew the voice now talking to the nervous man belonged to him. The voice was calm and distant, and it spoke as if to a child who was far too young to understand what it was saying. As it spoke, not to the yelling man, not to the dozens of men behind him, but to the sky beyond them all, their town, their mountain... and their world, the deep and melancholy voice seemed to drive them all insane with rage and yet make them step back at the sound of it. "Your orders mean nothing, for they are bestowed with no authority save your own. Nor does the weapon, for with or without it your fate is the same. Nor do your lives, for their end is long overdue." He saw the hand raise the blade and he knew it belonged to him. The man with the nervous gaze, the one who seemed to look at every inch of his adversary hoping to foresee him attack, stepped back again and crashed against the large group of armed men standing behind him. "Y-You don't have the right to! You... who the hell are you to do this?? What did my people do to you? Leave us alone!!" The man dropped to his knees, and soon afterward some of the others did too. "Please!!" The voice replied again, and it was almost compassionate as it explained yet-again, something that could not, would not be understood. "I only do what you have all been asking for a long time now. Your ignorant mind pleads for your insignificant life, yet your souls cry with joy... you just can't see it." It seemed the man was about to say something again, but the hand holding the sword had already moved, slicing his head in half. The others rose and seemed confused as to whether to charge in or run. The blade took their lives before they could make up their minds. Those in the rear lines turned around and ran, they all scattered and ran towards the distant village, but the hand with the sword seemed to moved with godly speed, swiftly slicing through them one by one, as they ran slow motion-like. The ground was tainted red, the hand holding the sword was dripping wet with it. The blade was clean. As the sword approached the last of its victims, it suddenly turned around to meet its fate. A young girl dressed in warrior attire what was too big for her. She stared straight towards him and he knew at that moment, that she understood. "Do it then. I have been waiting." The blade stabbed her forehead and came out of it in a blink, as torrents of blood poured forward, obscuring his vision. And she still stood there, her eyes fixed on him as her face got covered in her own blood. Then fell down with a wet thud on the moist dirt at his feet. As he looked down, he saw her laying there, still staring at him in death. There was something wrong... he knew he shouldn't have killed her. Not that one. A sudden realization made his heart sink and sudden panic took over him. Then a hand grabbed his shoulder and he knew he was about to die. Finally... "Are you alright, son?" The voice echoed in his head and he realized he was looking at his hands. They were grabbing the wooden railing so hard that he could feel it crack slightly underneath. He could feel... almost hear his heart pounding in his chest, trying to break free from its imprisoning cage made of ribs and put an end to its misery once and for all. He took a deep breath and forced himself to let go of the wooden rail as he turned around to meet the priest's face. "I'm... alright. Thank you, Priest-sama." Eiji bowed deeply, his long, black hair almost touching the ground as he did so. He wore a traditional white hakama for Shinto ceremonies; that and his long hair almost made him look like a girl from a distance, save for his height. Eiji rose as the priest nodded. "You look troubled. I tell you this every time you come. I also offer to listen if you have anything you need to talk about and yet, you only stand in silence even in non-meditation periods." Eiji bowed lightly once more. "Thank you, Priest-sama. I'm sure the answer shall come to me eventually." The priest smiled and bowed politely as usual, knowing he wouldn't get anything out of the peculiar green-eyed man. As the priest left, Eiji Ishida took a moment to look at the scene around him. Some sort of celebration was taking place at the shrine and its gardens were decorated with lamps, which lit the way in the last rays of the setting sun. It all seemed unreal... dream-like. Unlike his recurring dreams, which seemed much more vivid than reality. Edited by Eiji, Apr 11 2010, 11:34 PM.
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| Apr 12 2010, 08:24 PM Post #2 | |
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二十面相
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The local Hyakuji shrine was having another celebration festival again, probably for one of the many gods and spirits that makes up Hyakuji’s dedicated pantheon which somehow makes up a lot of gods and spirits in Japan itself, save for some of the unique ones held high by several communities. Whatever the cause of celebration is there tonight, Hajime didn’t care at the very least. If anything, he was here only because there was something going on, and such events are a treasure trove of photo opportunities, as his growing collection of photos he had collected for almost three years can attest to. That, and he had nothing better to do at the moment when he’s by himself. Today, was no different. The setting sun’s lingering ray and the lighted lanterns helps to give an ethereal like view to the otherwise normal shrine compound. There were already a few people about the place, talking, walking or watching the lights and all that. Hajime shot them all, saving the images of them in action or not into his camera’s memory card forever, for while the time for them continues unstoppable, the image he saved would last forever in a sense. And it was then that Hajime finally got his viewfinder on this one long haired man staring at the celebration in front of him. He was dressed in a white hakama, which probably makes him one of the shrine’s priests that runs the place but Hajime has yet to see one with such long hair; probably an exception for him or something. But looking through his viewfinder, Hajime could see that his vivid green eyes weren’t really focused on his surroundings at all, but rather at something distant. It was the expression of someone in deep contemplation over something, and being the one with the camera that has taken many close up picture of people with varying expressions possible on a human face, Hajime should know, besides having wore the expression himself. Hajime wordlessly snapped a shot of the priest and his expression, immortalizing his moment of contemplation for posterity one day when Hajime decides to showcase all his photos in a gallery somewhere as testament to his hobby. Maybe he’d get an award or at least recognition for it, who knows. Hajime can only dream of that future. Still, there are times when the subject of his photos were too intriguing for him to not ask and guess what’s on their mind, to give him some insight and explanation to the shot he took. Slowly, Hajime approaches the priest, bowing slightly as a sign of respect as he did so. “Is there something bothering you, priest-sama?” Hajime asks politely. “Or does the celebration bore you? You look as if your mind’s drifting off to somewhere else.” |
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| Eiji | Apr 14 2010, 12:18 AM Post #3 |
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I got a PHD in KICKING YOUR ASS!
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As he watched the people walk right past him, carrying lanterns, holding hands, laughing... other images, other sounds suddenly overlapped them. It was a very similar scene, that of a similar celebration; only in the distance, past the people and the temple there was a majestic palace which reflected the last rays of the sun. Then the people weren't walking but running, they weren't laughing but screaming, the lanterns were replaced by flaming arrows, falling on the people... some of which still held hands as they ran. “Is there something bothering you, priest-sama? Or does the celebration bore you? You look as if your mind’s drifting off to somewhere else.” Eiji snapped back, somewhat startled. It had only been seconds, not even a full minute since the priest had left his side. The dreams- for that's what he called them, had become too real... so real they were actually affecting his perception of reality. Eiji breathed deeply and turned to look at the young man who was talking to him. "I..." Did he call me a priest? "I'm just a little distracted, that's all." He was back to his senses and his usual self. Within a split-second Eiji had scanned Hajime and decided he was no threat. If the boy had even the slightest hint of killing intent in him Eiji would have taken care of him already. But the boy was friendly and seemed genuinely concerned. He didn't seem to know who Eiji was either and that was a comfortable feeling. As he spoke, Eiji's eyes did not meet the boy's but rather looked past him. "These festivals... no matter how much time has passed, how much the world has moved on, how modern age has taken a hold of everything... they still summon powerful magic, one which- if properly channeled, is capable of amazing things." I think that's what's happening now... this festival... "This festival pays tribute to the spirits of the past. Both human and otherwise." Eiji closed his eyes and smirked. Not even a year he would simply scoff at anybody who talked the way he did now, but he had come to learn a lot from his training with Yun and his daily meditation. Being away from Lillian also seemed to have helped in keeping a clear mind. But nothing he'd tried so far had made the dreams go away... they were less frequent, but much more real. Today however, he wasn't even asleep, not even closed his eyes and he was seeing them. He opened his eyes, knowing the kid was probably raising an eyebrow at him by now. "But nevermind, it's all probably just a bunch of superstition. Thank you for your concern, though." |
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| Kuro-san | Apr 14 2010, 09:25 AM Post #4 |
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Lost Himself
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Kuro walked up the stairs of the temple slowly, his hands in his pockets, to all the world seeming to be watching the fireworks celebration. Everyone was buzzing around him, talking and having a great time as if they had not a care in the world. How long had it been since Kuro was able to live a carefree life like them? It seemed like another lifetime, and one that Kuro had left behind him in pursuit of greater things. Reaching the top, he scanned the area for his target, and found it near a wooden railing off to the side. Kuro bounced a decent sized box under his arm, shuffling it to get a better grip on it. The box was about the size of a basketball, wrapped in expensive looking paper and a simple string tied around it. Kuro was wearing his form fitting black silk shirt, and his black combat cargo pants with black combat boots tonight, deciding to dress down a bit from his usual attire since he just arrived in Hyakuji. He wore no shoulder holster today, and his coat he had left in the car. A young woman was selling flowers nearby, and he stopped to talk to her a bit, asking her about her flowers. She blushed and stammered while he smiled and made small talk with her, praising her flowers and her. The girl was at a loss for words, but Kuro merely kept leading her on, his eyes on Eiji. There was a young man holding a camera nearby him, bowing and talking, and Kuro didn't want to interrupt their conversation. Eiji would know he was here, and would signal him when he wanted to talk to him. That was one thing he liked about Eiji. He never had to announce his presence, the man knew you were there before you did. For now, Kuro amused himself with the helpless flower girl, reducing her to a quivering pool of jello, his words like honey as he eyed the pair, eavesdropping on their conversation and examining the cameraman from the corner of his eye. |
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| Apr 15 2010, 03:27 AM Post #5 | |
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“Ah, it’s nothing. Superstition can be fascinating stuffs to behold, even if some of them may turn out to be just that and nothing more. We’re all humans after all, and believing in them is just part of our nature.” Hajime replied to the priest’s explanation and what was probably his concern. “I mean, from the way you said it, the festival is like the photographs I take then.” Hajime said, raising his camera back up and scans the surrounding but not really taking anything. “A single image of a scene can be frozen in place and time for it to be marveled, scrutinized or debated by many in the future, while the real thing just goes on unhindered. Some may say it’s just a picture, but some will also say it’s a window into the past and that it holds a thousand meanings that even we may not be able to fully comprehend.” Hajime finished, lowering his camera again and turning back to the priest. “Whatever people believe about them, it’s sometime always best to just enjoy it anyway, for aren’t they made for our amusement as well?” |
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| Eiji | Apr 16 2010, 04:17 PM Post #6 |
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I got a PHD in KICKING YOUR ASS!
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"Amusement...yes..." Eiji lowered his gaze as hi once again seemed to be lost in though for a moment. The boy seemed quite light-hearted, as most people attending festivals were, and seemed to only be able to see the outer appearance of things, which made Eiji feel it had been good to just called such intangible truths mere superstition, for that was all the boy would probably ever know in his mortal, common, ordinary life. He was blessed with blissful ignorance for all Eiji knew. "And yet, what most people do not realize is most so-called superstitions are actually more real than they can possibly imagine. Even those living in this cursed city, those who have seen gods and demons walk the streets... they still blind themselves to the invisible powers around them by sheer will... because it's easier not to care when you do not know." Eiji looked again and saw the boy's eyes were wide open, looking at him in shock. Maybe he hadn't noticed before, but the kid seemed badly beaten and there was a trickle of blood running down the left corner of his mouth. "What..." He looked down and saw his own hand was deep inside the boy's gut, almost up to his elbow. Blood was flowing out of the ghastly hole in his body like a river. Eiji looked up again with a shocked expression, for he couldn't remember doing that to him... but all he saw was Hajime's face, clean and untouched. The blood and the hole in his gut had vanished. "I... think you're better off just going about your own business now. I'm afraid I'm not very good company for anybody tonight." Hopefully the kid hadn't noticed his strange behavior. Eiji wasn't sure what to make of it, but it seemed being in this place today was affecting his head somehow. That, or the vision actually meant something. It was starting to become truly bothersome, for he couldn't allow his senses to be fooled so easily. He had even learned to break illusions of the mind from Triyun long ago, and yet he wasn't able to make these go away. Could the dreams be something else then? Something unrelated to his psyche? Whatever they were, they were hindering him in a serious way, for only now did he notice Kuro standing a few feet away, and he seemed to have been there for some time now; and yet Eiji hadn't noticed him. He could sense him alright, but he hadn't noticed the fact that he had been sensing his presence for several minutes already. As he was about to motion to Kuro to come closer, Eiji noticed something strange. The wooden walkway he and everyone else were on had suddenly changed and looked extremely old and weathered. Many of the wooden planks and poles used to build it looked rotten, and the style it was built in was very different as well. The wooden railing was lined with small white papers, all of them had something written, a shinto spell to ward off evil Yokai, the otherworldly spirits. This however was not strange to Eiji, he was used to seeing things like that all night already... what was strange was the fact that other people seemed to be able to see it as well. Suddenly, the light in the lamps changed from bright yellow to a cold, bluish glow. |
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| Kuro-san | Apr 17 2010, 10:01 PM Post #7 |
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Lost Himself
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Kuro didn't even react as he saw the lights around him change into blue flame, and the world seemed to go back in time. He noticed the wood age considerably, and small strips of paper on the railings. The strips of paper in particular caught Kuro's eyes, but he filed it away for later reflection. What struck him the weirdest though, was that Eiji didn't even bother acknowledging him, which he usually did even if in some small way, telling him to wait or come to him. Kuro figured something must be going on so he remained a part of the crowd for now. The woman gasped and clutched at him, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him, stroking her back and speaking nonsensical soothing words. The people around were having varying reactions, from bewilderment, to anger, and more. The woman clutched him fearfully, her flowers crushed underfoot, tears flowing down her face. Kuro eyed her, filing her away for later as well, before he whispered in her ear, handing her a piece of paper and giving her a gentle push in the direction of the crowd. The supernatural beast inside of him howled in anticipation, feeling a kinship from beyond the white strips of paper. Kuro walked over near Eiji, reaching for one of the papers, but it reacted to the beast inside of him, flaring up and snapping at his hand with energy. Kuro snatched his hand back just in time, debating on smashing the railing. Something seemed to be calling to him from beyond, but it could just be his imagination. Putting yet another thing aside for later, he composed himself and crossed his arms, leaning back on the railing, careful not to touch or cross the white strips of paper. |
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| Apr 18 2010, 11:31 PM Post #8 | |
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“Yeah, that’s one thing that can’t be helped much.” Hajime agreed darkly with a sideways glance at the festival attendees, wearing a slightly tired, helpless and annoyed expression. “But I guess that when you have some super-powered people running around causing trouble sometimes and other material threats to worry about, I guess they just couldn’t be bothered with the immaterial anymore. It’s a shame really, seeing how close people used to be with it long ago.” When Hajime turns back to the priest again, he looked shocked at something. Fortunately for Eiji, Hajime didn’t notice much wrong with his current perception of reality, nor was he even aware just how much danger he was in by being this close to the taller man and who he was for that matter. What was clear to Hajime though, was that he should be going now. He already got what he need anyway and it was just as well as the priests much said something that meant ‘go away now’. “Guess I should, take care of yourself, priest-sama.” Hajime said to the man before turning to leave… Only to stop in his track when the surrounding just changes in front of his very eyes, from the clean, simple and clear to the corrupted, ethereal and eldritch, all in real time, and all visible by everyone in the compound. Hajime was visibly shocked and taken aback by the sudden transformation around him, though his reaction was more calm and calculated unlike some in the crowd. His various stint with Arcadia and the Juunishi’s occasional demonic counter attacks had done that much to steeled his nerves to a point. Still, minute beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead and his hair still stood on ends as a natural reaction to facing the horrors which this most probably is. He didn’t bother raising his camera to take any pictures, knowing full well that if anything were to happen, taking pictures were the least of his worries and instead, he placed it back securely in the carrying bag he had sling over his head and shoulder. He then turns to currently obvious authority on this sudden change or so he assumes. “What’s going on here, priest-sama?” Hajime asks calmly while eyeing the strange white papers that littered the walkway like wards, but not making any move to study them closer than necessary. |
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