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thenearshore2017-11-26 12:41 am
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Who: Undertaker, Kamui
What: Meetings and training
When: Sept 18
Where: On the edge of the city
It didn't seem as though it had been so many days since his arrival in this place, and yet it had. Four days seemed like nothing, but the bruises and aches over his body made it seem a lot longer. He had Ciel Phantomhive to thank for the bandages covering what needed covering, but it seemed the least of his concerns.
Now that he was free to wander the city as wished, he had more seriously considered the training that had been offered. If nothing else, he could keep it in his arsenal along with whatever powers Ciel insisted he had. He would be lying to say that didn't intrigue him, in some way, but first things first. His body ached, the injuries were healing, but he wanted more out of himself.
As steadfastly as he had refused to participate in the training then, he had been paying attention to it before opting to try and remove himself from the temple grounds. Now he went back to those memories and the instructions other shinki had tried to give him then to teach himself how to draw a borderline.
Small steps. No one ever started to run from a crawl. He had probably wasted time in resisting this from the get go, but time, it seemed, was one thing he had too much of now. He was in no hurry.
What: Meetings and training
When: Sept 18
Where: On the edge of the city
It didn't seem as though it had been so many days since his arrival in this place, and yet it had. Four days seemed like nothing, but the bruises and aches over his body made it seem a lot longer. He had Ciel Phantomhive to thank for the bandages covering what needed covering, but it seemed the least of his concerns.
Now that he was free to wander the city as wished, he had more seriously considered the training that had been offered. If nothing else, he could keep it in his arsenal along with whatever powers Ciel insisted he had. He would be lying to say that didn't intrigue him, in some way, but first things first. His body ached, the injuries were healing, but he wanted more out of himself.
As steadfastly as he had refused to participate in the training then, he had been paying attention to it before opting to try and remove himself from the temple grounds. Now he went back to those memories and the instructions other shinki had tried to give him then to teach himself how to draw a borderline.
Small steps. No one ever started to run from a crawl. He had probably wasted time in resisting this from the get go, but time, it seemed, was one thing he had too much of now. He was in no hurry.
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"Ah, are you trying to do one of those borderline things?," he calls out.
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He turns to look, for what he can, at the other. They can see each other in this place, so they must be of the same existence. "I am. Finally decided why not."