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Post by ryn on Feb 16, 2010 3:56:20 GMT -5
"The sheath again" was what echoed through his mind. He should have expected it after all he was notorious in the past for using his sheath as a second sword. It seemed like he would have to deal with the sheath first. Which made sense. The sheath after all was there to protect the sword. He wasn't fighting like he was used to being tired was screwing up his thought process it was as if half his brain had fallen asleep on him. The fact that she was able to block what could be considered the second strongest attack he was capable of with a sheath was impressive, not only should the sheath had shattered under the sheer force but her and and bones leading to her upper arm should have been broken as well. From what he could tell neither had happened. Perhaps his swing was weaker than he anticipated.
Ryn wasn't in the mood to be gutted here so he reached out with his free and and clasped Carmen's sword hand in his twisting it just enough to change the arc of the swing from hims midsection to instead down across his thigh. He winced as the silver in the blade burned at his flesh. Then he was falling backwards again this time without enough time to counter as her knee slammed into his already battered kidney. He thought he'd black out from the sheer pain but managed to old it together. A fresh stream of blood dribbled down the corner of his mouth as he rolled away from her and made his was back to his feet. Just standing was difficult now. Pain shot through his body tested the weight of his sword. It felt heavy in his grip, many many time heavier than it should be.
Agito shifted his stance once again. It seemed he had a stance for every possible situation. He gripped his sword with two hands it would lower the speed a bit but the power would be at the very least doubled. He lifted the sword above his head and closed his eyes. He'd have to end this in the next few movies or he'd seriously have to consider conceding to her. He'd never hear the end of it if he lost here no matter how tired he was. He coughed a bit and a few fresh drops of blood splattered on the rooftop. "come" he stated without opening his eyes. [/left] |
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 16, 2010 4:16:56 GMT -5
 the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.
A simple cushioning of the swing had been what had saved Carmen’s arm and sheathe. It was like trapping a ball in soccer or catching something fragile, like an egg or a baby. Instead of just letting it hit straight on, but pulling her sheathe back just a little bit and deflecting the blow had dampened the strength. Like when you jumped from a high distance, you were supposed to bend your knees to keep from shattering your legs. However, her arm throbbed still and a hairline fracture had appeared on the sheathe. Carmen ignored her trembling arm and allowed Agito to get to his feet. Slowly, she got to her own, looking him over and frowning deeply. Was he really considering to go on? Carmen didn’t like losing as much as the next person, but this was just supposed to be a friendly spar between friends, wasn’t it? Sure she’d done a pretty little number on said friend, but looking at him now, she almost felt bad for doing it. Almost.
“Come,” he insisted, falling into another stance. Carmen’s dark glower fell and she looked at Agito with concern. She didn’t want to hurt him, even if she knew she could and wasn’t afraid to. Carmen rolled her eyes and slid her sword into the sheathe, her hand shaking still from when she had blocked his last gesture. The sheathe cracked a little more, but Carmen ignored it, holding the thing by her side and shaking her head at Agito. “I won’t,” she replied, placing her other hand on her hip. She figured there wouldn’t be any explanation necessary, and she just hoped that Agito wasn’t so strong-headed that he would demand that she continue. A bruise had started to work up her arm from where the shock of the attack had jostled her, but it would go away eventually and was a lot better than anything she had just done to Agito. It wasn’t like Carmen to deny a challenge, but ever since meeting Agito she had done a lot of other things that wasn’t like her.
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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB numbers
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Aww she's so nice. =P
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE The roof.
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones
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Post by ryn on Feb 16, 2010 13:46:00 GMT -5
Agito lowered his sword and sat down against one of the air conditioning units. His blade clattered loudly as it slipped from his grip. He sighed and wiped some of the blood from is mouth onto the back of his hand and just stared at it silently. "So in the end I held back anyway...getting way to soft." he thought to himself as he looked over at his fallen sword. How angry it must be at his patheticness. Perhaps that was why his attack was weaker than usual. Perhaps its was a sign that this plan of conquest, the murder of his clan, and everything else he'd done up until this point had been for nothing.
Agito Examined the slash on his leg. It was healing slowly because of the silver but all in all it wasn't to horrible. He'd have been able to handle such attacks with ease in the past. He really was getting soft. He leaned back and stared up at the sky it was cloudy. No stars could be seen. It was as pitiful as he felt. Agito looked over at Carmen and nodded in approval. "Great job" he stated between labored breaths. |
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 16, 2010 14:25:58 GMT -5
the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.
It seemed he wasn’t going to fight her on it. He sat down and the sword fell from his grasp, and Carmen strode swiftly over to him and kneeled down, setting her sword on the ground and making a mental note to find some duct tape later to fix that crack. Well, temporarily, anyway. “You should tell me before you go easy on me so I’m not trying to kill you when we fight,” she said irately, pulling his shirt up to look at the damage she’d caused to his side. Gingerly, knowing that it probably hurt, she tapped the tips of her fingers against the wound, then gently set her hand against it. She was always told to use ice on such things, and her hand was the closest thing to that at the time. Letting his shirt fall, Carmen gave him an irritated look. How dare he let her hurt him like this! Moving her left hand made it shake slightly, but she ignored it and used it as a leg to keep herself from falling as she shifted from her crouched position to a seated position. “Are you gonna be okay? I could go get you someone to eat if you need it,” she offered, tilting her head to the side slightly.
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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 215
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE The roof
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones
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Post by ryn on Feb 16, 2010 17:06:24 GMT -5
Wincing at her touch Agito pushed her hand away. "You know I'm pretty sure in this country this falls under domestic abuse" he stated obviously his condition had little effect on his ability to make light of the situation. He looked at her and smirked. Even if he was exhausted the fact that she was able to subdue hims was more than impressive. Had she let up or simply not went for his injury, the outcome of this contest would have been very different. He was proud that he'd trained her so well. After all she was his right hand. If she was weak she'd have been useless. Luckily that was not the case. "I'm fine it'll take a lot more than that to hurt me" he stated defiantly
Agito leaned forward and after a bit of effort was able to pull himself to his feet. He picked up his sword and turned to make his way back down to the loft. It was a slow painful process. He would had rather to be stabbed through the kidney rather than have it battered like that. He opened the door to the loft and walked inside setting his sword on the wall besides the door he made his way to the bedroom. He pretty much fell into his bed kicking up a small cloud of dust from it never being used. They had been at this loft for nearly a year and this was the first time he'd touched his bed preferring to sleep sitting up in a position similar to the way he meditated. Tonight however the softness of the mattress was inviting |
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 16, 2010 17:45:50 GMT -5
the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.
“You know I'm pretty sure in this country this falls under domestic abuse,” Agito teased. Carmen rolled her eyes and pulled her hand back, realizing that it probably hurt when she touched it. She didn’t think about those kind of things very often. Her left arm was still bruised, but Carmen was used to being hurt. Smirking, Carmen responded with “Well, I dare you to call the cops on me,” she taunted, giving her head a little bobble that most girls with attitude did when they were talking back. She sat there with him for a minute before he started to stand and Carmen stood up, figuring he wouldn’t want her to offer him any help. “Would it make you feel better if I went and got you some ice cream?” she taunted in mild baby-talk as she followed him down the stairs, actually feeling a twinge of guilt when she saw the condition she had put her friend in. She almost asked if he wanted to be carried, but that would have been all kinds of embarrassing for him and he probably would have been a tad irate at her for asking. The thought and the picture it made brought a smirk to her face.
They reached the loft and Agito went straight for the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Carmen put her head in her palm and shook her head at the site of the dust that plumed into the air. “Are you honestly going to sleep in that? At least change the sheets or something. . . good god, man,” Carmen commented, walking to her own bed. She figured that they weren’t going to go anywhere, and the sun was coming up soon enough, so the young vampiress started to change into her pajamas—a pair of sweat pants and a low-cut tank top. She kept her back to him just because she knew how men were, but didn’t bother to leave the room. Too much work. Dressed fully, Carmen sat on her bed with her back against the wall. Her bed was pillowless as it normally was, not caring to have one for her head. She wasn’t ready to sleep yet, but sitting on her bed wasn’t something that she minded.
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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 376
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE Pajamas
---------STAGE In the bedroom
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones
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Post by ryn on Feb 16, 2010 21:51:40 GMT -5
The dust who really cared about the dust. He it's not like it could kill him. He rolled onto his back so there wasn't any additional pressure on his side. He turned his head and looked over at Carmen, her back was to him so he looked up at the ceiling. He was feeling a mix of emotions right now. Most of all he felt sorta like a failure. It was not a feeling he was used to. He sighed as the pain in his side became dull and eventually began to fade. He placed his hand on the spot and could feel the puffy swollen flesh beginning to shift as it the damage was repaired. The cut on his leg however had yet to start healing but the bleeding had stopped at least. It still burned from the contact with silver. He thought he should wrap it but didn't want to be bothered with doing it. |
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 16, 2010 22:31:54 GMT -5
the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.
Carmen looked over at Agito and sighed. He was just lying there. Carmen frowned slightly and wondered if she should have let him win. Men didn’t like getting beat by women, did they? Ah who cares. It was about time that curve had sloped off and people realized that women could kick ass, too. Maybe it would be good for him, anyway. It seemed to Carmen though that he was moping a little bit, and it made her roll her eyes. Yeah, it was her fault she could beat him in a spar. . . . Unlike Carmen, Agito probably had feared hurting her too bad, or even kill her. Did he think he was going soft, then? Once again, Carmen sighed. Perhaps had she have been able to feel fear she would have gone easy on him, too. However, she couldn’t. Had she known Agito had been holding back—which she was certain he had been—she would have let up a bit, too. She went full out on him because she’d known he’d be okay. . . and was certain he was going full out on her, too. Of course, the thought that she perhaps was just better than him had crossed her mind, too, but now she felt the need to comfort her friend.
Getting up from her bed, Carmen walked over to Agito’s and lied down next to him, leaving a few inches between them. She lifted her head and flipped her hair out from under her neck and then laid her back down. “Y’know I’m sure if I was your enemy and not your friend it would have been a better fight for you,” she said quietly, hoping to maybe lighten his spirits. She gave him a reassuring smile and then propped herself up slightly and again, without asking or caring, lifted his shirt to see the damage. “Aw, see? It’s already looking better. If it makes you feel any better my arm still kinda hurts,” she teased.
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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 333
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE The loft
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones
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Post by ryn on Feb 17, 2010 2:09:23 GMT -5
Agito scooted over a little to give more room. Losing at all bothered him deeply regardless of circumstance, but if he was going to be beaten he would have preferred it be her over anyone else. It mean that he was a better teacher than he had expected. Even he had defeated his master at one point in time. What was it he said to him. He couldn't remember it was something about students and potential or something. He wanted to say it to Carmen because it was a really great thing to hear but he couldn't remember what it was that was said anymore it had been over 2 centuries after all.
"I remember when we first started all of this. You held your sword like you were in a movie and your stance was so full of openings even a child could see them. Tonight I looked at you and you were perfect, it was a good feeling wasn't it? To beat me?" he asked curiously as he poked at the slash on his thigh. It had began to close finally and the burning sensation from the silver that was forged into her blade. He moved his hand away and examined the dark, dry blood that was caked to the tips. |
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 17, 2010 2:21:54 GMT -5
the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.
“I remember when we first started all of this. You held your sword like you were in a movie and your stance was so full of openings even a child could see them. Tonight I looked at you and you were perfect, it was a good feeling wasn't it? To beat me?” Agito asked her, examining the cut on his leg. Carmen thought didn’t even have to think about his question. A smile spread across her lips and she shrugged her shoulders slightly. “It always feel good to know you’re better than the person you’re fighting. Why do you think I spent my nights looking for people to beat up?” she said matter-of-factly. “And I was only ever taught hand-to-hand combat and how to use melee weapons. The only sword fights I saw were on TV and in movies, and I tend to pick up what I see, as you’ve undoubtedly come to realize by now. Anything that involved muscle memory I can learn easier than most people. It’s why my father taught me how to fight.” Carmen frowned slightly as she mentioned her father. He had all but ditched her after her sister and mother had died. She had little fond memories of the man except for when he was training her.
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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 213
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER Rawr
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE Pajamas
---------STAGE The loft
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones
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Post by ryn on Feb 17, 2010 4:23:28 GMT -5
Agito gazed her for a moment, her lips were moving indicating that she was still talking but the only thing his brain registered was "It always feel good to know you’re better than the person you’re fighting." she had really said such a thing. He sat up and moved pasted her silently to stand up. "tch!" was the only sound that left his lips a sound of obvious annoyance. He left the room, and picked up his sword from besides the door before leaving the loft. It was too late to leave the building itself as it was already getting light outside so instead he went to the dojo which was sun proofed the same as the loft.
Agito made sure that the shutters were closed tight and turned out the lights. It was pitch black in the dojo as a result but he could see perfectly as if the lights were on. He sat cross-legged in the center of the dojo and closed his eyes. He was angry, so very angry he needed this time to cool off before he did something stupid. Anger and exhaustion were a bad mix and he knew it. "So disappointing, perhaps I was thinking to highly of her" He stated to himself. Agito He cleared his mind, and focused on his breathing. Though it wasn't necessary for him to breath it helped him focus his mind Typically it could be done by focusing on your heart beat but his heart didn't beat so he had learned a different way way to meditate.
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 17, 2010 10:23:59 GMT -5
the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.
Suddenly, Agito got up with a huff and left the room. Carmen propped herself up and watched him with surprise. “Agito? Agito where are you going!” she demanded angrily, getting up off the dusty bed and following after him enough to watch him get leave the loft with his sword. “What the fuck?” Carmen muttered to herself, her expression turning into an angry glare at the door where Agito had disappeared. The sun was going to be up sometime soon, so where could he possibly be going? And what had she said to him to make him leave so angrily? She went through the conversation again before he had stormed out and couldn’t think of anything. Then again, Carmen wasn’t one of those people to think she had ever said anything wrong. Growling under her breath, Carmen pulled the door open and slammed it shut behind her, striding with purpose down the hall, hearing a door shut somewhere further down. That had to be Agito. The sound brought her to the door of the dojo and Carmen narrowed her eyes. The lights were out, but she could hear him breathing inside—even though he didn’t need to. Not caring if he was meditating or trying to sleep or whatever, Carmen banged angrily on the door with her fist, making it shake violently in the frame as if she was going to knock it down. “Agito! Agito what are you doing! Stop being a little girl and tell me what the hell is wrong with you!”
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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 225
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER Rawr
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE Pajamas
---------STAGE Outside the dojo
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones
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Post by ryn on Feb 17, 2010 11:52:26 GMT -5
The sound of approaching footsteps was easily detectably as Agito sat silently in the center of the dojo floor. His eyes snapped open as Carmen started pounding on the door and yelling at him about being a little girl. He sighed audibly. How many times was she planning on insulting him today. The first thing he taught her, before even allowing her to swing her sword was respect. How quickly she had forgotten the basics of what he's taught her. He had been to soft on her. He made the mistake of becoming her friend. What was worse, on the roof had she come at him that last time like he demanded...He would have killed her, and unlike his family he would have regretted it. Perhaps he was looking at the situation all wrong. He had told her at the start that he intended to make her his equal. It seemed that she had adopted his cocky attitude as well.
Agito didn't bother answering he simply closed his eyes again and phased her out. He did not want to deal with her at the moment, but the sun would be up soon and the hallway was not secure against the sunlight like the loft, or the dojo. If she was still out there in the next few minutes he'd burn to a crisp. Agito sighed and stood up walking over to and opening the door of the dojo stepping slightly to the side to allow Carmen to enter. It seemed like they would be spending the day in there. The beams of sunlight slowly creeping across the floor and walls of the hallway would make getting back to the loft before dark very dangerous indeed.
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 17, 2010 12:08:33 GMT -5
the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.
There was no answer. Carmen narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Was he bipolar or something? Or was he just sore that Carmen had beat him and thought he’d make it up by treating her like shit? She tapped her foot against the ground and stood there, not caring that the hallway had started to get brighter as the sun rose, its light seeping in through the windows. Carmen didn’t care. She wasn’t afraid of the sun. She opened her mouth to tell Agito that she’d stand out there all day if she had to, but before she could the door opened and Agito let her inside the dark room. Carmen rolled her eyes and shook her head, striding through the door and coming to stand a quarter of the way toward the middle. Respect? Carmen hardly ever respected anyone except Agito, but that didn’t make him exempt from her sharp tongue if he pissed her off, which he had. She saw no reason for him to be irate with her, therefore he was going to a good lashing from her tongue.
“What’s the matter with you? You were perfectly fine a few minutes ago! Is there a certain time of the day that you get grouchy or something and I should refrain from talking to you? Because if that’s the case let me know!” Carmen dove right into the lecture, clearly frustrated at not knowing why Agito was so angry with her. Usually she didn't give a damn about what anyone thought about her, but with Agito. . . she didn't want him to be angry with her.
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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 273
---------MUSE XP
---------CHATTER Pfft. Way to ruin their friendship!
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE Pajamas
---------STAGE Inside the dojo
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones
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Post by ryn on Feb 17, 2010 15:18:39 GMT -5
Agito took up the position he was in before opening the door for Carmen and closed his eyes listening to her speak. After a few moments, and she paused as if waiting for him to give some sort of retort to what she was saying. "Carmen-san this is still the dojo" he stated calmly. It was still the dojo, and it still had rules as he let it be known from day one. In this room he was not her friend. "sit" he stated gesturing to the spot in front of him. He his mood had already improved. He waited patiently until she complied with his request to continue speaking. "I understand that you are American and it is difficult for you to understand things such as honor and tradition. I also understand that the English language is difficult to understand when it is not your native tongue. Things that are said can be interpreted differently than they are meant. With that in mind I may have acted in a way that didn't fit the situation" He stated this would be the closest thing she'd get to an apology for his actions at least while they were in the dojo.
Agito closed his eyes again and sat there silently. She didn't need to respond to him. Everything that needed to be said had been said. Agito lay back on the dojo floor and relaxed. It was a bit cooler in here than in the loft prolly because there were no electronics or anything else that put off heat in the room it was just a large empty room with a padded floor. He ran his hand across the slash on his leg. It had closed and was now covered with scar tissue that was slowly fading. In a few minutes there would be no trace other than the cut in his pants and the blood that had dried around it, that the wound was ever there. |
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