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capeandcowllogs2010-04-23 11:38 pm
soldieringblue) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-04-23 11:38 pm
Entry tags:
a mewtwo joke would be so easy right now
WHO: Matsuka und Solja Buruu
WHERE: Chillin' and illin' at ye olde M to the AC
WHEN: Whenever we feel like GOSH. Or Thursday's good. Evenings are cool.
WARNINGS: Stammering? Sparkling? Voices deeper and manlier than icons would suggest?
SUMMARY: Well shit man we're two psychics inhabiting virtually the same space there's bound to be some contact rite
FORMAT: No
Bakura had said there had been another Mu in this world. Not the ones that he had seen in those borrowed memories, though; a stranger. Mu nonetheless--Bakura called him a friend at that. As far as Soldier Blue was concerned, all Mu were friends. If not friends, at least worthy of reaching out to and protecting. Back in that far-flung future, nobody else was going to.
His mind was elsewhere when Jonah Matsuka made his arrival; another faint pulse of power with a familiar tone, much like the handful of psychics he'd encountered or sensed before. Only when that person came close--in the same building, no less--did Blue realize. He'd wanted to rush over right away, but...there was a now too-familiar cloud of cold silence accompanying him.
Why was Keith Anyan herding a Mu around-?
Floors below, Blue watched and listened. His strength and experience gave him the means to be undetected--for the most part. He had to take care not to be led in by those welcoming thoughts that would lead him to notice. It was a double-edged sword. In doing so, he was guarded, but learned nothing in exchange. Only the exterior. He could do little but speculate.
In his room as the sky grew dark, Soldier Blue sat in silence, taking a moment's pause before exhaling and sending his mind outside of himself, looking.
WHERE: Chillin' and illin' at ye olde M to the AC
WHEN: Whenever we feel like GOSH. Or Thursday's good. Evenings are cool.
WARNINGS: Stammering? Sparkling? Voices deeper and manlier than icons would suggest?
SUMMARY: Well shit man we're two psychics inhabiting virtually the same space there's bound to be some contact rite
FORMAT: No
Bakura had said there had been another Mu in this world. Not the ones that he had seen in those borrowed memories, though; a stranger. Mu nonetheless--Bakura called him a friend at that. As far as Soldier Blue was concerned, all Mu were friends. If not friends, at least worthy of reaching out to and protecting. Back in that far-flung future, nobody else was going to.
His mind was elsewhere when Jonah Matsuka made his arrival; another faint pulse of power with a familiar tone, much like the handful of psychics he'd encountered or sensed before. Only when that person came close--in the same building, no less--did Blue realize. He'd wanted to rush over right away, but...there was a now too-familiar cloud of cold silence accompanying him.
Why was Keith Anyan herding a Mu around-?
Floors below, Blue watched and listened. His strength and experience gave him the means to be undetected--for the most part. He had to take care not to be led in by those welcoming thoughts that would lead him to notice. It was a double-edged sword. In doing so, he was guarded, but learned nothing in exchange. Only the exterior. He could do little but speculate.
In his room as the sky grew dark, Soldier Blue sat in silence, taking a moment's pause before exhaling and sending his mind outside of himself, looking.