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Post by Drake Kindo on Jan 12, 2010 22:19:54 GMT -5
Jason looked at the man with furious intensity. His palm was staining with blood, and all Jason could do was look at Butterfly Knife. Soon after, Jason got his hand out of pocket and looked at the blood on his hand. Not too long afterwards, he turned to face Knife once again. This interesting conversation was far from drawing its conclusion.
With a smile, Jason cupped his hand in a fist once again, before continuing.
"This shoe cobbler you speak of, was known for one thing: making shoes shine. Sure, he may have been capable of more, but that's all he was known for," he said.
Jason then looked at Knife and his enigmatic self. He let the wind take his words away as he poured them out, as if he recognized this from the heart.
"But good ol' Jackie, he was known for multiple things. Murder, being a pervert, being misogynistic, the list could go on and on, but I'm sure you'd rather have me stop."
With a sigh, Jason looked at his blood stained palm closely. He turned his hand to let some of the still fresh blood flow to the ground, so Knife could see it.
"And just like this blood flows to the ground, they too, flowed away."
Jason looked back up at Butterfly Knife, watching him closely once more. His job was to find a conversation, and he had one, but he found something else, something, profound.
"I have one final question. Do you think you'll be remembered?"
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Post by Terumi, Jubei on Jan 12, 2010 22:41:51 GMT -5
Jubei listened to the man's words intently, then looked around in a small circle again, rolling his neck over and over. It was just a great kind of view, and also made a man dizzy...he blinked at the man's question and let his head-rolling come to a stop, pausing and gazing at the ground. He whispered something then, a quote he had heard..."Everything is an illusion. Your hopes, your friends, your life itself - Shall fade." He looked up then, eyes half slitted, narrowing them greatly. "I'm going to make sure I'm remembered. I'm going to make sure that people visit my tomb, like I visit Mr. Yo's, here. That is my only goal." He grinned and tilted his head, flashing teeth. [/blockquote]
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Post by Drake Kindo on Jan 12, 2010 22:45:28 GMT -5
Jason looked at the man focused. He could've attacked him with that knife at any time, but by the mere fact that he hadn't, Jason believed that he believed. With a nod, Jason turned around.
He started walking away from Butterfly Knife. He promised himself to remember everything that was said today. He was almost out of sight, and if he wanted to say anything else, now would be it.
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Post by Terumi, Jubei on Jan 12, 2010 23:16:55 GMT -5
Terumi looked up and watched him go. He spun the knife continuously in his hand, murmuring to himself. He called out one last thing to the person, grinning. "We'll meet again, Weatherman." He sat and mused to himself, spinning the knife back and forth between his hands, looking up at the stars. "Well, Old One...what do you think of him?" He looked down at Hazama Yo's tombstone, his ancestor, the latest one he could find. Whether Hazama Yo, his late late ancestor really did talk to him through that grave, noone would ever really find out. But Jubei heard his voice, and was guided by his ancestors wisdom. An ancestor who was once a cobbler in the land of Great Britain, however welcomed or shunned by the white people there...Jubei found himself yawning and stood up again, stretching. He bid farewell to the tombstone, giving it another gentle pat, and then headed off towards the Ookami's base, whistling quietly, the small sound of metal making a ting! as his knife continued to spin and flip in his hand. [/blockquote]
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