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genessia2014-05-12 09:12 pm
barbaric_specter) wrote in genessia2014-05-12 09:12 pm
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0002 Dream(action)/Video Post
I don’t have a name...
All I need is this sword, and to fight, and fight, and fight
More like that’s all you know.
Blue eyes gently open, revealing a sea of emptiness. But it’s not to stay, as an invisible force begins to draw in the world around him. But for now, it’s just him, cloaked in the purest of white as rugged earth and thick canopies of an overly familiar forest form from behind.
But this is not what captures his interest. After all he was the force filling in the void, in a way creating stimulation as he ponders the existence of a foreign source. That voice.
“Who are you?”
He asks out into the now developed forest.
I am nobody, or maybe I’m somebody, that’s really up to you, B o y
His eyes lower, his face falling into a considerate frown as his eyes search out the forest before him, as if the mystery woman would appear from behind a piece of foliage.
And then he sighs, placing a hand on his hip. “I don’t feel like playing these games.”
Hahahaha, you’re no fun!
Blue eyes suddenly go wide, as large gusts blow through and two arms come around him and pull him back against a body that seemed to just materialize out of nowhere. But he can’t, fucking, move. His eyes are frozen forward, and not from a spell but from….fear. He actually feels fear towards this woman, but he doesn’t even know her.
”Oh you’ve always feared the thought of me.” The voice was now clear, no longer disembodied, proving that she truly was the owner. From the corner of his vision he could make out long, flowing, black hair as it blows up into the wind and surrounds them much like his own. Her skin was dark, tanned and calloused in such a way showing her past as a warrior to the trained eye. But unlike him she wore furs and armor, and a cloth that no respectable woman would be caught bearing. She was wealthy only in the hunt.
“….Who are you.” He asks again, but this time his voice was so small, like he wasn’t sure he even dared to ask.
For a few moments, the world seemed to slow down, and then he felt soft lips against the back of his head, formed into a loving smile. She hums, and he has to close his eyes, his entire body tensing, because the sound of her song was slowly burrowing its way out of his memories.
”Such a waste of a question, when you already know the answer.”
Suddenly his breathing picks up and he’s forcing himself to turn around and FACE her.
But she’s already gone, her soft laughter echoing in the wind.
“Mother…”
[Bankotsu will be staying in this forest for a while if you want to visit him in the dream scape. He has compete control over the environment, so expect things to change as his mind focuses on the different areas of Feudal Japan.]
XxxxXxxxXxxxX
[Video post]
[The long haired teen wakes up, his mind running with a million thoughts at once, but even as he lays there the dream itself is vanishing from his mind. Still, he can’t shake off the discomfort that it has caused. For a while he lays there, until finally managing to urge himself out of bed and over to the kitchen.]
[He notices that his braid is a complete mess and decides to just undo it and fix it later. Suddenly he seems to recall needing to discuss something so before he leaves the room he grabs his device and changes it to the camera function. By the way ladies, he is shirtless.]
And today’s question is, where can I find some ancient swords in this town? I got a repair job to do.
[He’s talking as he walks, the scenery behind him changing and you may have just barely noticed that as he walks through the living room (covered in empty bottles at the moment) there is something in the wall. And Bankotsu seems to have noticed as well, as he stops and turns back.]
….huh… [He turns the camera to focus on the paper as he walks up to it and gives it a flick, yep definitely in the wall.] Well this can be question two, how?
[You can tell by his voice though that more than perplexed he was rather amused at this new discovery. However it will have to be dealt with.]
So, how to get it out? [And then he shuts off the transmission.]
….or a home
More like that’s all you know.
Blue eyes gently open, revealing a sea of emptiness. But it’s not to stay, as an invisible force begins to draw in the world around him. But for now, it’s just him, cloaked in the purest of white as rugged earth and thick canopies of an overly familiar forest form from behind.
But this is not what captures his interest. After all he was the force filling in the void, in a way creating stimulation as he ponders the existence of a foreign source. That voice.
“Who are you?”
He asks out into the now developed forest.
His eyes lower, his face falling into a considerate frown as his eyes search out the forest before him, as if the mystery woman would appear from behind a piece of foliage.
And then he sighs, placing a hand on his hip. “I don’t feel like playing these games.”
Blue eyes suddenly go wide, as large gusts blow through and two arms come around him and pull him back against a body that seemed to just materialize out of nowhere. But he can’t, fucking, move. His eyes are frozen forward, and not from a spell but from….fear. He actually feels fear towards this woman, but he doesn’t even know her.
”Oh you’ve always feared the thought of me.” The voice was now clear, no longer disembodied, proving that she truly was the owner. From the corner of his vision he could make out long, flowing, black hair as it blows up into the wind and surrounds them much like his own. Her skin was dark, tanned and calloused in such a way showing her past as a warrior to the trained eye. But unlike him she wore furs and armor, and a cloth that no respectable woman would be caught bearing. She was wealthy only in the hunt.
“….Who are you.” He asks again, but this time his voice was so small, like he wasn’t sure he even dared to ask.
For a few moments, the world seemed to slow down, and then he felt soft lips against the back of his head, formed into a loving smile. She hums, and he has to close his eyes, his entire body tensing, because the sound of her song was slowly burrowing its way out of his memories.
”Such a waste of a question, when you already know the answer.”
Suddenly his breathing picks up and he’s forcing himself to turn around and FACE her.
But she’s already gone, her soft laughter echoing in the wind.
“Mother…”
[Bankotsu will be staying in this forest for a while if you want to visit him in the dream scape. He has compete control over the environment, so expect things to change as his mind focuses on the different areas of Feudal Japan.]
XxxxXxxxXxxxX
[Video post]
[The long haired teen wakes up, his mind running with a million thoughts at once, but even as he lays there the dream itself is vanishing from his mind. Still, he can’t shake off the discomfort that it has caused. For a while he lays there, until finally managing to urge himself out of bed and over to the kitchen.]
[He notices that his braid is a complete mess and decides to just undo it and fix it later. Suddenly he seems to recall needing to discuss something so before he leaves the room he grabs his device and changes it to the camera function. By the way ladies, he is shirtless.]
And today’s question is, where can I find some ancient swords in this town? I got a repair job to do.
[He’s talking as he walks, the scenery behind him changing and you may have just barely noticed that as he walks through the living room (covered in empty bottles at the moment) there is something in the wall. And Bankotsu seems to have noticed as well, as he stops and turns back.]
….huh… [He turns the camera to focus on the paper as he walks up to it and gives it a flick, yep definitely in the wall.] Well this can be question two, how?
[You can tell by his voice though that more than perplexed he was rather amused at this new discovery. However it will have to be dealt with.]
So, how to get it out? [And then he shuts off the transmission.]
[Audio]
[He's just trying to understand.]
[Audio]
Because if you don't, then theirs hardly a point in continuing is there?
[Audio]
[Even if he did, he wouldn't share.]