The Long Haul [Requesting Exit]

[Omoi Tetsu]

Touching the rock, tracing the artificial ridge dug through it's surface, he tried to remember what she looked like as she stood in front of the cave. The look of horror. He wasn't sure why this was so important, he knew that he hadn't seen her face clearly that night, but felt his mind working against him, as if if he just focused hard enough, burrowed deeply enough into the depths of his thoughts, somehow her exact expression would come through, clear as the face of the moon from muddled water. He wanted to remember who she was on that night, as if it was the girl who had, in some way, changed since then.

The man stood at the edge of the wall that granted a promise of exit for any poor soul hopeful enough to believe in the prospect of greener pastures. He crooned his head around from side to side, an obvious display for checking if the coast was clear, but that wasn't what he was looking for, and it wasn't exactly trouble he was scouting the stony face of the cliffs for either. This was just a light experiment; knocking on the door of the city to see what watchful eyes were hanging over it. It was true that he had worked hard enough to be finally inducted into the more elite ranks the city had to offer, but he was fooling himself if he thought for a moment he might match those who truly lusted for power. These people lacked something important too though, and it wasn't just ethics.

He was naked in the woods, so to speak. He worked hard enough on his own to get as far as he had, but living alone, a hermit, was no way to accomplish anything important in the world. He had been alone so long that he could not feel the importance truly of any of what he wanted to accomplish, but acted, moved one foot in front of the other, as if guided by the iron fist of his previous self, shouting at him from a frontier that seemed like a hundred million miles away, separated by an ocean, it's currents wicked and ready to smash your ship upon the shore at the first sign you might be trying to sail back. He stood out in the morning sun, a bloated thumb, beaten with a hammer, standing squarely in the open air like a patiently waiting challenger.

 

[Basuta]

[Topic WITH Npc: Masuda Ava ]

Spoiler

Family name: Masuda
Personal name: Ava
Age:15
Sex: Female
Height: 4'9"
Weight: Trade Secret[/spoiler]

Shoma approaches the gate with a backpack and shoulder bag in tow. However, unlike most occasions while at work, he has the company of a teenage lady with him. In the past, some have mistaken the two has father and daughter, while others as a couple in a romantic sense. Shoma leads the duo in commoner attire, due to the fact that there wasn't sign immediate danger. The swordsman pulls out his passport for personal verification and awaits his unknown second travel companion... where ever he might be. 'Perhaps he and Ms. Hildy are having a chat.'

[Topic Entered. Sorry for the wait]
[Marked for training]

 

[Basuta]

After waiting a while, Shoma approaches a guard on duty. He then displays his passport to him informs to the guard that he is expecting another to follow. Shoma takes some time to write a note to the man he is expecting and leaves it with the guard, with a request to hand it to someone searching for him.

[Exit granted. Also exiting the village due to inactivity.]
[I message you when you come back what the note says.]

 

[Omoi Tetsu]

The more he thought about it, the more sluggish he felt. There was a kind of indulgence in memories that are recalled often; when you look into them, it's rarely new information you're trying to bring to light, and if that is what you're looking for, more often than not it would be something like the exact look you saw the object of this particular dream give you, or the potential meaning behind the tone in their voice. Arbitrary details. They weren't meant to give you anything new, but to reinforce the particular lies one might enjoy indulging in. Still, even this becomes an exercise with enough time and practice.

The man approached the figure and his companion. He wasn't sure what exactly the nature of their relationship might be, but he prided himself in keeping his nose out of dangerous and ultimately unimportant inquisitions. "Ready to go then?" There was something about what the man had said as they left the office, about hiding, that gave Hachirou a new perspective on him. There was something almost endearingly sincere about the man. He was inclined to keep his wits about him with people who seemed a little too unassuming; that could be a dangerous trap to fall into as well, but for the moment, this materialization of brawn in their newly formed trio had at least a bit of charm to him. In a kind of I-grew-up-on-a-farm sort of way, but still.

Who were they looking for? The man felt the picture, wrapped in paper, in his pocket one last time. The thought of what he was leaving at a time like this started to make his head spin a little. They would be going out to hunt someone down who had left the village; the irony of which was not lost on him at a time like this, but discussion for the validity of this kind of enforcement was not one that he felt could be had with any real weight until he had climbed a few more wrungs along the ladder. Still though, there was an ill-omen in the air. Something about reaching the pinnacle of moral compromise as you venture out into unknown territory doesn't bode well, in the mind of the superstitious, for safe returns. From the top of the rock face, the man shot a quick look down into his coat pocket, the blur of the ultrasound peaking back at him. What a time to stare in the face of your own corruption.

[OOC: Sorry for such a long delay ^_^]
[MFT]
[Exiting topic and gates with Shoma]