Ijuuin Household, roaming [open]
After V2 had asked for some time alone after being restored by his creator (and subsequently visiting Enzan at the hospital), Blues found himself at something of loose ends in the house. At least his mind was clearing; now, if only it didn't bring sparks of pain and guilt and anger in its wake.
He had no intention of returning to his own room while the empty copyloid remained sprawled there like his very corpse -- 'It could be intended to trap me again ...' -- and so he wandered a bit before settling into a chair in the living-room.
The sensation of actually feeling the fabric of the chair was new; strange, almost unnerving, but not at all unpleasant. He traced a pattern on the chair's arm as he mulled over his own situation ...
I wonder --
The Muramasa came easily to his hand; he eyed the blade with a grim expression, and sent it away again.
Tainted blade.
It feeds on pain, and injury; appropriate, I suppose.
Does he realize that, or is it only a pretty new power ...?
... I wonder if I can still call my shield, or if that's been lost forever. I should try. Soon.
What do I do now --
Leaning back, Blues closed his eyes and sighed.
He had no intention of returning to his own room while the empty copyloid remained sprawled there like his very corpse -- 'It could be intended to trap me again ...' -- and so he wandered a bit before settling into a chair in the living-room.
The sensation of actually feeling the fabric of the chair was new; strange, almost unnerving, but not at all unpleasant. He traced a pattern on the chair's arm as he mulled over his own situation ...
I wonder --
The Muramasa came easily to his hand; he eyed the blade with a grim expression, and sent it away again.
Tainted blade.
It feeds on pain, and injury; appropriate, I suppose.
Does he realize that, or is it only a pretty new power ...?
... I wonder if I can still call my shield, or if that's been lost forever. I should try. Soon.
What do I do now --
Leaning back, Blues closed his eyes and sighed.