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Post by "Unfettered" on May 20, 2008 18:17:27 GMT -8
Drawing On The Close “Having no regrets is the burden of those without a conscious. I will always have regrets about the past, especially when my choice leads to something bad happening to someone… even if I never really had a choice to begin with.” ---"Pfft...""Muzt you correct me every time?" the German said tiredly, loudly. Frowning now, seeing nothing further to obtain from this conversation. Slowly rolling forward, 'til his hands were on the ground, he shifted himself upwards, til he could stand upright."I vas trying to part on gut terms, 'til next time we met at least: Ja, ja, I understand ze entire 'You must learn from ze past to prevent making ze same mistakes in ze future'. Und ze 'How your past defines your character in ze present, und in ze future'. Neizer of us are idiots, I daresay. But nor should you live in your past about 'vat ifz'. Zat, I zuppose, vas vat I meant to say, if I must break it down thuz."Frowning terribly, he shook his head. Well, if it made Saint any happier, he had succeeded in getting "Unfettered" in a bad mood. But he'd like to fancy himself less child-like or 'grandiose' in his thinking, whenever he got like this. An unpleasant mood nonetheless, he shrugged. He was intelligent enough to know that this boy, while 'open minded' was obviously biased in his thinking, or at least in how he projected himself---Though, in hindsight, he recognized himself as projecting it as thus. Oh well then, though, ja?"Vell... anyzing else, Saint?" mustering up the final bits of 'manners' that he could from himself. |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2008 9:43:21 GMT -8
“No, thank you.”
Saint could tell he’d worn on Jonathon’s nerves so it was best to go their separate ways… for now. It didn’t take a genius to know they would meet again. He turned his gaze skyward again to let his guest leave as he pleased. On the other hand the pillar wouldn’t be doing so… he planned to remain her for a few more hours before he had to head off to work.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 22, 2008 17:42:55 GMT -8
“No, thank you.” "Keke... stubborn." he'd mutter under his breath, grinning, looking away. Perhaps slightly loudly, at the lack of acknowledgment, or... for some other reason.
...Suddenly, it got colder...
"Unfettered" was looking at his hands, playing about with them, slow, foggy wisps of air going up and about. His eye focusing on it more and more intently, as his fingers moved faster... until he had to use his right hand as a platform. Left hand going up and about, in smoothing manners, as cold, foggy air came out of "Unfettered's" nose, mouth. Focusing intently... was this the German's Qi?---
A bird. More rather... A "Thrush"
Took a few more minutes of silence, but upon its completion, he promptly tossed it, without a second's worth of hesitation, towards Saint's chest, where his 'comrade' could easily catch it with both hands. It would be quite cold... But if held for too long, would begin to melt immediately. In fact... within the half-hour, so long as the sun was still up.
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Looking away, already walking away from the school, the German stopped. But still didn't look at Saint anymore. There was only one way for man to continue forward. To advance with both feet. And regardless, everything was already in the German's quietly predicted cycle. Slowly, he began to walk..."...Maybe next time..."
"I vill tell you my real name. Enjoy your two cluez."'...'
'And next time...'
'We Fight For Real.' |
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