Ashes to Ashes

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A face familiar to the grounds of public high school 259, though long forgotten, once again moved amidst the rubble that was once a school. A disturbed an violent place had been consumed and destroyed by that brutality, which had made it so infamous during its time. Poetic ending in its own right. The monk's eyes passed over the remnants of the building he was once sworn to protect with a minor melancholic sadness, part of him knowing that this had always been the end game without change. A change he and many others failed to instill. For a long moment he remained still amidst the rubble before a soft sigh escaped him and floated away on the passing breeze.

[John]

A male wearing a black sleeveless vest, black arm guards that protected his arms up to mid bicep, a large metal hammer strapped to his back, black cargo pants, and black shoes would be watching saint amongst the darkness of the rubble. Tan skin, and a white mask with red designs covered his face. Gloves covered his hands, black with red trims and orbs on the back of thehands holding a floating symbol of fire inside. He stayed quiet and hidden as best he could to watch Saint.

He hadn't expected to find him here during this recon.

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The thing about sending such time in seclusion and reaching the level of enlightenment was that one became one if the universe. Everything could, in times of serene calm and focus, become an extension of the person. To the far off trees, the leaf wavering in the breeze at the edge of a branch, the rocks on the ground, and even the rubble amidst which he stood. Saint could, through this, tell he wasn't entirely alone but then no one ever was truly alone as there was life all around them in every moment. For a long while, he stood still just waiting and listening to the world.

"There's no need to hide from me."

[John]

"Tch."

The figure made a small noise at being more or less sensed. He'd put a hand in his pocket as he stepped out from his hiding spot into a visible location. The figure with the mask seemingly stone still as he observed Saint.

"Why come here? Its not safe, Pillar."

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"No... I don't suppose that it is."

Saint stated calmly and simply, eyes slowly shifting in the direction of the guest, though he was more of the guest these days. Of course, though uncertain as of this moment to the man's entity, he did know two things. One that is was a male and two that he was old enough to know of Saint's past position.

"But then, kindness is often required most in the most dangerous of places... wouldn't you agree?"

[John]

"Heh."

He chuckled once at the irony of the situation. Speaking of kindness in one of the most violant iconic locations he currently knew of. Raising his left hand leaving his right in his pocket he'd rest it against the side of his head rubbing a bit before dropping it again.

"Kindness is required of leaders..."

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"Kindness is required of everyone if coexistence is to be possible."

Saint bent down to move a few pieces of rubble to reveal a small, albeit smushed, flower that had survived.

"Otherwise co-destruction is assured."

[John]

"Co-existence? I dont know how many people will go along with that ideal."

The guy put his hands on his side as he seemed to look off into the distance, noting the flower out the corner of the eye hole to his mask. A small scoff.

"You havn't changed much, but... There is something different."

John would raise a hind and move the mask to the side of his head so Saint could see the tank skin, and red eyes. He no longer had white hair like back at school, it being a shade of red now with yellow highlights much like a flame.

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"Sadly true... they are often too blinded by the illusions of separations this world creates."

Saint initially responded to the comment on coexistence, though with a heavy tone. It was something had saddened him even before he'd gained the insight he now possessed. Again his gaze shifted as the man removed the items hiding his identity, a slender smile creeping across the monk's face.

"Good to see you again, John."

[John]

"You too. Its been a while since I had to save your ass from that transfer."

John would comment as he would move alittle closer so as to keep the volume he was using to an inside voice.

"Really, why are you here? Barker's people do a sweep here almost daily."

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Saint slowly stood tall again.

"I'm here to try and fix what is broken."

[John]

"The world?"

John asks in a rather blunt matter of fact notion. He was skeptical, but he usually came off as an ass hole. He was actually trying not to be an ass hole.

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"This is the epicenter. It is where the wound is deepest and in healing it, much of the damage can be lessened."

Saint said simply without taking offense to John's manner. It was part of his monkly ways.

[John]

"You think you have the power... The kindness to heal such a wound?"

John asked, tilting his head to the side his hands still on his sides.

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"Perhaps... perhaps not."

Saint gives a light shrug.

"But it is well worth the try."