Post by Mumiyoshi on Sept 23, 2008 5:06:48 GMT -5
Meanwhile, somewhere in northern Japan...
A young man stumbled across along a mountain path. He looked down, seeing the sheer drop and not minding it one bit. How long had he been wandering for now? He couldn't remember. Couldn't remember a thing. He carried on. There was something listless to his movements, as if he was half-asleep. Which wasn't really so far from the truth. His thoughts milled about aimlessly, lacking any real focus, jarred possibly by the same calamity which had stolen his memory. Or had he even had any memory in the first place? No, he had, once. That he was certain of. He gripped the katana trailing beside him, almost forgotten along with everything else, a little tighter. That was the only thing he was certain of. There was something more. Something more to him than this bedraggled existence. He frowned. He just couldn't focus on it, whatever it was. Or anything else for that matter.
He was fairly tall, in his late twenties seemingly, with long, unkempt black hair, though he wasn't sure if it had always been in its current condition. His clothes were tattered, but they too bore the marks of former finery. The man's appearance, however, lacked importance to him. As did everything else in this strange, new world.
He had no idea where he was going. He had awoken to find himself somewhere near here... or had he? Even the memories he had lacked certainty or clarity, as if his memory had been shocked by the theft of everything in it into total lack of function. He frowned again. It had at least look like here, that place where he had awoken, however long ago that had been. He was fairly sure of that. Not certain, though. Nothing was certain, except that tantalising promise of something else. The young man trudged on, katana trailing behind him, eyes focused on nothing and everything at once.
A young man stumbled across along a mountain path. He looked down, seeing the sheer drop and not minding it one bit. How long had he been wandering for now? He couldn't remember. Couldn't remember a thing. He carried on. There was something listless to his movements, as if he was half-asleep. Which wasn't really so far from the truth. His thoughts milled about aimlessly, lacking any real focus, jarred possibly by the same calamity which had stolen his memory. Or had he even had any memory in the first place? No, he had, once. That he was certain of. He gripped the katana trailing beside him, almost forgotten along with everything else, a little tighter. That was the only thing he was certain of. There was something more. Something more to him than this bedraggled existence. He frowned. He just couldn't focus on it, whatever it was. Or anything else for that matter.
He was fairly tall, in his late twenties seemingly, with long, unkempt black hair, though he wasn't sure if it had always been in its current condition. His clothes were tattered, but they too bore the marks of former finery. The man's appearance, however, lacked importance to him. As did everything else in this strange, new world.
He had no idea where he was going. He had awoken to find himself somewhere near here... or had he? Even the memories he had lacked certainty or clarity, as if his memory had been shocked by the theft of everything in it into total lack of function. He frowned again. It had at least look like here, that place where he had awoken, however long ago that had been. He was fairly sure of that. Not certain, though. Nothing was certain, except that tantalising promise of something else. The young man trudged on, katana trailing behind him, eyes focused on nothing and everything at once.
