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capeandcowllogs2010-04-23 11:38 pm
soldieringblue) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-04-23 11:38 pm
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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.
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I don't understand, Blue said at length, his head shaking. Would...you be able to help me see what you mean? If not now, then...soon. I want to know about him, you...that future that has yet to come, if I can.
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He bit his lip, torn between what felt like a betrayal and the small kindling of hope - Keith would hate it, if he knew, but if there were a chance for Blue to really understand, then maybe it would be worth it...
We don't have to be enemies here, right? he wondered, mental voice small and hopeful.
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Perhaps back in the other world...lives could be saved and the fighting could stop. If the future was a solid thing, then it was not Blue's place to say what would become of it all, but he had to try. His smile was pained with the thoughts, things kept close and locked away in his heart.
If nothing else, communication...strengthens us all, one way or the other. We cannot know if such things will prove for the better or not, but I believe we do each other good if we try.
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All right, he whispered. I'll try. But-- He turned an anxious glance toward the wall, and the next room beyond it. Keith was still nowhere in evidence, but if he were to somehow get wind of this... The thought was a cold chill through Matsuka's veins.
Not - not right now. Sometime soon. Is that all right?
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Yes, he said softly, his head bowing. You honor me with your willingness, despite all things.
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If more people could understand each other, then maybe things wouldn't have to be... He let the thought trail off with a wistful half-smile, one that soon faded away into misgivings.
But... you might wish you hadn't asked.
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Thank you, he said presently, and smiled a little. I think... things will be all right. It was more of a wish than an assurance, really, but at least it was a start.
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His image faded like warm breath evaporating in the air. Floors below, Soldier Blue's eyes opened to the room much darker than before, but just as empty. He could still sense the wavering presence of Matsuka if he listened, and that was a strange kind of comfort. He wasn't alone, complicated circumstances aside. Perhaps he had a purpose here after all. Perhaps time wasn't so solid, and through the experiences here, he could...