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[longnosedliar]

Characters: Sniper (longnosedliar), Ginko (iattractmushi), Souji (coughcoughshank) and Bridge (handy_psychic)
Date/Time: September 22nd/early evening
Location: Movie Theatre
Rating: PG-13 for probable casual swearing (pirates like their swear words)
Summary: A walking party sets out to watch their memories. What fun!

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Souji's Memory

[coughcoughshank]

Unlike the last memory of his the screen showed, this one was dark - nighttime, it seemed. There was a forest clearing, with a rocky outcropping dead in the center. There were two figures - one taller, backed up against the rocks, and then a smaller, masked one, almost the size of a child. The masked one had a blade pointed at the other man's chest - and with a start, Souji realized the young man was Hijikata-san. Younger, definitely, not any older than Souji was now, but still Hijikata-san.

"If fear doesn't kill you, I'll take your soul. If you had a real sword, you could fight against me." It was a clear threat, though Hijikata-san seemed unfazed by it.
"Souji. I've had enough of this game. The sword is hidden in that crevasse, a little further in. Bring it to me and I'll protect you."

A rush of wind covered whatever the two said next, though he could see their mouths move. Unseen by them, a third figure came out front behind the rocks - another child, from the look of it, unmaksed. Himself There was a blade in his hands, far too

[longnosedliar]

Sniper squinted at the screen, searching for either himself or Souji in the darkness, but instead he only saw two utterly foreign figures. Unlike the other memories, this was a scene that rang truer to the ins and outs of Sniper's own life, but it was somehow different. The very texture and shape of the land was foreign

[coughcoughshank]

I was nine. His own words, from a previous memory, came back to echo in his ears. Nine when he first held a real blade. Nine when he first killed. It was a little awkward to watch his younger self cry like that, to be so open with weakness - and awkward to see Hijikata-san, his pillar, be so... uncertain. Still, he didn't want the others to know the memory had made him uncomfortable.

[iattractmushi]

Ginko sat back as this memory unfolded. It was definitely darker than the two that had come before, as the small figure--a child, he's just a child--killed the man threatening this... Hijikata person.

No... it wasn't a man, judging by the height, he realized. Souji killed another child with a blade that looked like it could barely be called a sword. It had no proper grip, and not even the stark beauty that most swords carried clung to it; it was, pure and simply, a tool for killing.

As the memory faded, he hoped that Hijikata had smashed it down with the intent to break it.

[handy_psychic]

Bridge shuddered and had to look away when he realized where this memory was going. He had always found the idea of killing to be so distasteful, something he was sure would never be able to bring himself to do. And yet here was what was clearly a younger version of this man Souji... a CHILD, no less... killing a threat.

He didn't know if he could stomach it.