Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 16:07:41 GMT
I think I have the chronology to my satisfaction finally...
Time wise this takes place not long after Tamas Plays Blindman's Bluff and a few days before before What's Bothering You? Hajime has a lot of thinking to do and feelings to sort through before he wants to talk to Tamas about it again or even to Khefri. But he will... soon
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Sunday afternoon and Hajime is meditating in the solar
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In his lap is a mirror, it helps him concentrate his energy on one point.
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He looks down at the face peering up at himself.
Who are you?
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Why do I suddenly wonder about this face? I've seen it everyday of my life in my mirror, but why now is it suddenly a stranger?
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Light ripples across the surface of the glass
Doubting yourself, Ka'ana?
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Haji's eyes narrow, he's used to hearing voices others can't but coming from his mirror is a new experience.
Who are you?
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I could say I am you.
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But I suspect that isn't the answer you want
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Are you the one who killed my parents?
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Me?
*laughs*
Blessed Goddess, you are an idiot.
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*bristles*
Excuse me
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Have you been looking over your shoulder all these years?
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.............
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Naivety doesn't suit you
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Pardon me?
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The light ripples across the glass again as if sighing
That one is long gone, the infant you were sent it back to it's ancestors....if it had any
the voice sounds amused
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I killed it?
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Death is immaterial for a spirit, surely you of all people in this place know that
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Ah, Yes of course
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But I doubt it will have the energy to incorporate into a body for a century or two. *chuckles*
I could have told it not to mess with a ginger haired Irishman
*pauses*
Or a redheaded half-Scot, for that matter. That dragon is too intuitive, by half, for his own good, finding me here without even possessing an ounce of spiritual power.
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My parents were Irish?
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Oh you didn't know?
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No.....
NaNa didn't talk about them much
Hajime is silent thinking of the woman who raised him
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But who are you? And why are you in my head?
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Call me a sightseer
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I'm hardly a tourist attraction!
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You think not?
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Well nevertheless it hasn't been a boring twenty-two years
*raucous laughter rolls through the room*
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So you are the one who allows me to do this?
Haji's hand glows blue as he concentrates his power in the pointing finger
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HEY! WHOA! Watch where you point that thing!
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The glow fades until there is only a finger resting against the glass
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Good night boy! I'm too old to be scared like that!
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The light ripples again as if breathing a sigh of relief
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To answer your question, I am just a tourist.
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And if I write your ticket home?
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Oh I'll go willingly
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But if I were you, I wouldn't turn that much power on myself
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Turn your brain to mousse
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Is that a threat?
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Hellfire no!
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Call it a disclaimer: Don't try this at home, kids!
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*snort of amusement*
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Nope, boy, you are cursed with an unholy amount of power. Those two should never have been allowed to marry much less have children!
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My parents?
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Yeah, someone was asleep on the job that day!
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Hajime ponders this
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Why else in all that's holy and unholy, do you think that old man took you as his son and apprentice?
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NaKa? My parents died....
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Yeah, think about it. This was 1989, not 1889. Finding your family in Ireland wouldn't have been THAT hard, just time consuming.
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No, the old man was afraid of what you'd destroy next
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Or perhaps whom you'd destroy if left to the people who raised your parents.
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Another long pause sits between the two
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It's all yours, boy, I'm just here to watch the show
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Then mind well that that's all you do
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Just in case I figure out how NOT to make mousse
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The light in the mirror give a convulsed shudder
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and slides off Hajime's lap
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Falling to the floor
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The lanky shaman stands up
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And walks away without a backwards glance
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Leaving the mirror laying on the floor...
Time wise this takes place not long after Tamas Plays Blindman's Bluff and a few days before before What's Bothering You? Hajime has a lot of thinking to do and feelings to sort through before he wants to talk to Tamas about it again or even to Khefri. But he will... soon
~
~
~
Sunday afternoon and Hajime is meditating in the solar
~
In his lap is a mirror, it helps him concentrate his energy on one point.
~
He looks down at the face peering up at himself.
Who are you?
~
Why do I suddenly wonder about this face? I've seen it everyday of my life in my mirror, but why now is it suddenly a stranger?
~
Light ripples across the surface of the glass
Doubting yourself, Ka'ana?
~
Haji's eyes narrow, he's used to hearing voices others can't but coming from his mirror is a new experience.
Who are you?
~
I could say I am you.
~
But I suspect that isn't the answer you want
~
Are you the one who killed my parents?
~
Me?
*laughs*
Blessed Goddess, you are an idiot.
~
*bristles*
Excuse me
~
Have you been looking over your shoulder all these years?
~
.............
~
Naivety doesn't suit you
~
Pardon me?
~
The light ripples across the glass again as if sighing
That one is long gone, the infant you were sent it back to it's ancestors....if it had any
the voice sounds amused
~
I killed it?
~
Death is immaterial for a spirit, surely you of all people in this place know that
~
Ah, Yes of course
~
But I doubt it will have the energy to incorporate into a body for a century or two. *chuckles*
I could have told it not to mess with a ginger haired Irishman
*pauses*
Or a redheaded half-Scot, for that matter. That dragon is too intuitive, by half, for his own good, finding me here without even possessing an ounce of spiritual power.
~
My parents were Irish?
~
Oh you didn't know?
~
No.....
NaNa didn't talk about them much
Hajime is silent thinking of the woman who raised him
~
But who are you? And why are you in my head?
~
Call me a sightseer
~
I'm hardly a tourist attraction!
~
You think not?
~
Well nevertheless it hasn't been a boring twenty-two years
*raucous laughter rolls through the room*
~
So you are the one who allows me to do this?
Haji's hand glows blue as he concentrates his power in the pointing finger
~
HEY! WHOA! Watch where you point that thing!
~
The glow fades until there is only a finger resting against the glass
~
Good night boy! I'm too old to be scared like that!
~
The light ripples again as if breathing a sigh of relief
~
To answer your question, I am just a tourist.
~
And if I write your ticket home?
~
Oh I'll go willingly
~
But if I were you, I wouldn't turn that much power on myself
~
Turn your brain to mousse
~
Is that a threat?
~
Hellfire no!
~
Call it a disclaimer: Don't try this at home, kids!
~
*snort of amusement*
~
Nope, boy, you are cursed with an unholy amount of power. Those two should never have been allowed to marry much less have children!
~
My parents?
~
Yeah, someone was asleep on the job that day!
~
Hajime ponders this
~
Why else in all that's holy and unholy, do you think that old man took you as his son and apprentice?
~
NaKa? My parents died....
~
Yeah, think about it. This was 1989, not 1889. Finding your family in Ireland wouldn't have been THAT hard, just time consuming.
~
No, the old man was afraid of what you'd destroy next
~
Or perhaps whom you'd destroy if left to the people who raised your parents.
~
Another long pause sits between the two
~
It's all yours, boy, I'm just here to watch the show
~
Then mind well that that's all you do
~
Just in case I figure out how NOT to make mousse
~
The light in the mirror give a convulsed shudder
~
and slides off Hajime's lap
~
Falling to the floor
~
The lanky shaman stands up
~
And walks away without a backwards glance
~
Leaving the mirror laying on the floor...