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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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[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.

Souji's, then. His mouth dropped open just slightly as it came to pass that Souji revealed himself, but not in the way he had anticipated - he was no more than a child here, but clearly still Souji. Not even the years could change that glossy hair and those wide eyes, it seemed.

Though he tried, he could not stifle the gasp that escaped him when Souji lashed out, little hands wrapped around the object that had caused the masked man's death. What was it about the sword? Sniper wondered in fascinated horror. Was it cursed, somehow? Or did it have some sort of history behind it? To be that young and without parents was not unusual, certainly, but it was still painful to watch a child weep.

And yet through his sympathy, Sniper couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear run through him knowing that Souji had killed at such a young age. That he was capable of killing, and that whoever that Hijikata guy was seemed to accept it as a fact of life, and the fact that the masked man lay facedown in a pool of his own blood, unrecognized by the two others in the memory...

He frowned deeply, and tried to catch a glimpse of Souji's face to see how his friend fared with such a sight.

[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.