[From the looks of it, Souji has just finished some practice - the bokuto are put away neatly, but he hasn't bothered getting changed yet. He's sitting out on the porch, still wearing his hakama and gi, hair tied up off his neck. He fans himself with one hand - it's a bit hot today for training, but he didn't want to waste a string of good days
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Plain sandals on her feet, she carefully prods at the ground before her, and then turns to him. She raises a hand in greeting, bowing her head slightly and looking at him with eyes that were filmed over, like a dead fish's.]
Hello.
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Ah, hello!
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She smiled softly, drawing her robes around her.]
I am not lost.
My name is Ren. You are Souji Okita, correct?
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He made a small affirmative noise]
I am. Were you looking for me?
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[And she chuckled softly.]
I am no miko. Though I'll take that as a compliment.
I suppose you can say that I was looking for you...I was drawn to this place for some reason.
[She tapped her cane on the ground as she thought.]
I have been sent other places, spoken to others.
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You can...read minds?
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I don't mean to invite myself in, but your thoughts are clear like water.
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I suppose that's not a bad thing, ne? I wouldn't want my thoughts to be muddy, I think.
[Still, he couldn't help but feel a touch of fear - if she could read minds, she would know his secret.]
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[And she nodded, turning those unseeing eyes in his direction. she would make some comment about the weather, but she never was much one for idle chit-chat. Instead she reached out, resting a hand on his arm and smiled.]
I can only see the waves of the surface, not the depths that lie beneath them.
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Ah, I see!
[In an effort to draw the conversation away from that particular topic, he went back to something she had said earlier.]
Something...drew you here?
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[She smiled softly in his direction.]
It seems I am drawn to these places.
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I wonder what drew you here, then...
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[She closes her eyes, tapping her cane softly against the ground with scaled and webbed hands.]
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[There's a sort of false cheerfulness to his voice - fate means someone taking his decisions out of his hands. And he really doesn't like the sound of that right now.]
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[She doesn't have to hear the false cheer in his voice- she can sense his thoughts, and she doesn't dig deeper than that. She bows her head softly, blinking her eyes closed.]
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