243rd Oro

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Once upon a time there was a family of farmers. A mother, a father and their three sons. One day the parents and the elder brothers fell ill and died, leaving the youngest son alone. The family's town took the boy in, but he heard it repeated often that they couldn't keep him in that time of famine--he even heard it suggested that his family's

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[songofdreams]

She read the story carefully, as she was not one who would read something so long. But maybe it was because it was the story of someone she knew that made all the difference.

"Does that mean your real name is 'Shinta'?" she asked quietly.

[crossshapedscar]

He wasn't entirely sure why he had made the post in the first place--but honestly that seemed to be his reaction to most of his cursed network entries, something just compelled him to do it.

And truth be told, before being brought to a place that made a regular habit of making him relive his past, the name had fallen far to the back of his mind, having been over twenty years since he had been called by it.

"Aa," he answered. "He supposes you could say that, Uta-san... Though that was a long, long time ago."

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[songofdreams]

She tilted her head to the side, smiling brightly as she replied, "I think I still prefer to call you Himura-san anyway...

"I'm actually really glad to hear from you," she confessed, "at least some people I know are still here."

[songofdreams]

But she paused, re-read his second paragraph and realized...

"T-twenty years?

"How old are you anyway?"

Her question, rather invasive, was written and posted before she realized it.

[nomad_priest]

Abel watched his navigator, his eyes downcast. It was so true, wasn't it? In the end, weren't we all just bodies regardless of how we lead our lives? Abel smiled gently, touched by such a young boy's wisdom that not even the oldest member of the clergy had.

"I take it that Shinta isn't your name, sir?" He said casually, it was rather hard to introduce oneself in the city, he had learned.

[crossshapedscar]

He nodded to the stranger's comment to the post. Often times people did overlook the simple truths that most children could see in favor of the more convoluted ever graying 'truths' adults would see. It was a shame that the same boy would be rapidly pulled into such 'truths' not six or seven years after that scene had taken place.

"Not anymore," he answered. "This unworthy one's name is Himura Kenshin." He tilted his head a bit. It had been a while since someone new had spoken to him for some reason other than questioning his speech pattern. "May he ask your name?"

[nomad_priest]

Abel was thankful that the person on the other end couldn't see him close his eyes in regret. How true were those words? Sometimes the stark truths seen from the eyes of children can be strewn by their own nativity. It would take Abel almost a millennium to realize this.

The third person did throw him off a little bit, though he knew that some of the monks also spoke in the same manner. "It's a pleasure ... I'm assuming your first name is Himura? I'm Father Abel Nightroad."

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"Ah... actually his family name is 'Himura'--but he doesn't particularly care which you call him by. Even after two and a half years here, he still introduces himself with the Japanese order, he apologizes for the confusion," he replied. He was relieved that the first question wasn't 'why do you call yourself unworthy'. It seemed to be one of the only things most people ever asked him in this place.

"It is nice to meet you, Nightroad-dono," he said. "Might this unworthy one ask how long you have been here?"

[ooc; sorry this is so late ~_~ My sick came back and bit me.]