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Post by Uesugi Masato on Dec 1, 2012 18:24:35 GMT -5
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| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] Now, I must ask you one thing. How do you define hardship? Suffering? Perhaps you view it as stress or the pain endured throughout a certain task? Masato would disagree. Fighting for what you believe in, fighting for what you are, were and always will be. So why... why... had it taken him so long to perfect his skills? To get so close to his goal and yet still be so far from the peak. The troubles of this world just didn't appreciate the gift they had been given in him, the gift his father had placed upon the world. And how he missed him so.
With a sigh he stepped through the crowded streets of Loguetown, his blades shuffling and emitting slight noises as the nightlife sprawled around him. Noise. Meaningless noise. Nothing more. Half of these people did not deserve the flesh that made up their disgusting bodies. Wishing to distance himself from the rabble, he had pulled up his hood, hiding his face and his hair from the people that passed. He did not want to be recognized, he did not want to be identified as one of them. No longer.
The streets seemed so lifeless, despite the thrumming scores of people still dotting around, booze in their bellies and songs in their hearts. Perhaps it was just the city. It was once all-powerful and now it was dying. Slowly. Oh so very slowly. It did however have one last claim to glory, one last reason to exist under the thumb of the looming evil that ruled it.
He found himself in the deserted center square, staring at the foot of the execution platform. The place his grandfather had presided over, the place where his mother took him as a child to watch the killing. All the memories, the thoughts, the feelings. The wishes that she was the one being executed. Though father had already taken care of that. A smirk coated his face for a moment, before it disappeared, replaced by his usual passiveness.
The man was a alone now. All alone. His brother and sister had left him in the care of their father and rightfully so. They were worthless. No, worse than worthless. Marine pigs they were, serving the World Government. He would hunt them down and end them for their treachery to their family name and the disgrace they caused to his name.
And there he simply stood, his eyes closed as he took in the atmosphere of the moment, not moving, barely breathing. He was one with the earth, the stone, the blackened sky. And the steel. The steel latticework that held the raised wooden platform, from which invisible blood dripped. Always dripping, never flowing. It was a slow process, execution. But one that was necessary. Soon, he would make sure it was not pirates upon that pedestal, but the corrupt politicians that governed their daily lives. He would destroy them and everything they worked to achieve. All of it. And throw it in their face as they suffered. |
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[/font][/color] mahou | loguetown execution platform words:[/font][/color] 507 words notes:[/font][/color] sorry it's a bit of a short one credit:[/font][/color] oxymoron @ back to neverland[/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Asaya Nomosaki on Dec 2, 2012 11:56:12 GMT -5
Asaya wasn't a fan of the hustle bustle of the city. She had grown up in a small village and even more so she had practiced training in piece and quiet for many years. So instead of walking the streets like a normal person she was sitting on one of the higher roofs as she watched people go by. From her vantage point she could see so much that was going on including the execution stand where many famous pirates and criminals had been subject to public humiliation and beheaded on it. Asaya couldn't help but think of how barbaric this was and how much it would influence the next generation of children.
She simply shook her head and pulled out a sketchpad as she began to sketch the scene in front of her. She would definitely document this later as something she could show her..well she didn't have any friends at the moment. However later down the line she might have gotten some. So putting her extra long sheathe on her back she got up and slid down the rooftop before landing on the ground much to the surprise of the people around her. She the began to head to the area out of the normal town to enjoy the natural part of Loguetown more than the populated part.
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Post by Uesugi Masato on Dec 4, 2012 14:09:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,margin-bottom:-4px; background-color:#000000] we'll right this wrong and fight on, we will remember today |
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] Masato barely acknowledged the woman passing him, but something about her caught his eye, perhaps simply the contrast of her white shirt against the blackened streets. However, he simply stood, staring at the stone flagstones beneath him, hearing the singular drop of rain that signaled the oncoming torrent. The thoughts that passed through his mind at that moment were dark, desperate even,though a sliver of hope returned to him as he caught a glimpse of the woman again as she continued walking.
There really was something about her, some sort of aura, a true warrior's aura. A small smirk pulled at his lips, one he didn't quite understand but one he knew should be there. He waited for her to come close as she stepped past him, speaking with his usual smooth and slightly commanding voice, the silken waves of sound escaping his mouth, his face still hidden due to his hood and still staring at the ground.
"It's rather depressing, isn't it?"
It's all he said. It's all he knew he had to say to catch her interest. She seemed like the type to agree with that sentiment, considering the length of time she had stayed on that rooftop. His eyes shifted to her again, something he hadn't noticed before catching his eye. That sword. It had to have been very well made and it's length would require a master just to use effectively. So either she was a master swordsman or an amateur who thought big swords were better. Perhaps he would test her. Or perhaps not.
He waited for her response, patiently standing as he waited for her to gather her thoughts and her words. The dark-haired man did not face her, he did not have to. She would know it was him talking, the tall man in the hood with the silken voice and the aura of intense, crippling calm. Yes... certainly she would know it was him who spoke and not come commoner. The leader of the late Uesugi family. |
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