On Sun, 8 Oct 2000, DB Sommer wrote:
Miashara wrote:
I sheathed my sword unblooded today.
That really brings be down. It means it was a boring day, and boring days
suck.
Kenshin was the first recorded endorphin junky. As was already decided,
the whole of the Meiji Restoration could have been prevented if someone
had given this boy a few downers.
That's the
first time I've ever done that, I think. Yes, I've never done
that like today.
'like today'? Sounds off.
He's sheathed his sword unblooded before, of course, but never when he's
intended to kill someone with in within the next few moments.
Also, I wanted it to sound off.
but not in all. I had been wondering if the street I was
looking for would be wet or dry. Yes, that was it. It wasn't.
I was standing in an alley, listening to them come.
'approach' sounds better to me here;
Hmm. Or something. I'll change.
I
had been almost tempted to stand in the street, waiting.
That wouldn't do though. Efficiency, efficiency, efficiency.
In all things with the sword, efficiency must be first. That
was the key to speed, speed the key to victory.
Right after skill, anyway.
Skill being the ability to be more effecient then ever, I think this would
rapidly degenerate into a Kendo debate.
Just
standing in a street would neither nurture efficiency or
improve my speed.
But it would increase one's chances of dying an tragic steamrollar accident.
And you can't move very fast after being flattened.
So I stood, unmindful of the damp,
waiting and ready.
Sure enough, shortly the moment was right. I heard
the footsteps and lunged out to the way.
'to the way'? Again, sounds awkward.
'way' being a antique and formal word for 'road.' Damn nigh never found
anymore, but I wanted it.
My sword
unsheathed before they knew I was there, I almost cut them
down then. But I didn't.
My skill was not as strong as it could be. I had
grown weak. It was so long since I fought a warrior skilled
enough to give me pause that my highest techniques were
growing slow.
Yeah. I could see where that might be a problem. Once no longer dancing
along the razor's edge, wits become dull.
Man. He's sucking right now. Probably only ten times better than the next
greatest swordsman in Edo. What a wus.
alive,
we both know this. Lying here as it is, unmoving in my
hands, it makes me wonder, wonder and dread what it
would say if it could speak.
Sword: Oil me. I feel rusty.
And then get laid while I watch. I'm bored too.
What silent, temptuous and
pleading voiced words would it bury in my mind, pushing
them deeper and deeper.
deeper?
Deeper into his mind? Not very clear, but I don't really want it to be.
What begging commands would I
be issued? I am glad it doesn't, for already the insidious
voice that it doesn't have has told me everything it needs to.
Ohh. A paradox. :)
I've noticed you seem to like those. ~_^
Perhaps more. Perhaps it's already whispered, for I know
the words it would speak. Perhaps it is I whispering to the
blade. My own dark voicings and vampiric tendencies are
the origin, not this animate piece of metal.
Or maybe you're a loon.
Regis: Is that your final answer?
to, for many could not let their blades come alive. I almost
couldn't understand that, mine seems to force my
concentration to keep it asleep, not to lift it now and let the
river flow. The red rain.
Nice passage there.
Thank you. I'm rather proud of it.
I did not respond, did not have to. He knew, and I,
looking down the tunnel or wind and rain, knew that as
well.
"I shall spare you the effort." His knife did the
double slittings perfectly. The crimson that my own blade
thirsted so mightily for spilled across that little tanto,
birthing his organs and life to the outside world.
Hmm. Interesting reaction.
Given the situation, I'm surprised this didn't happen more in the series.
>From what I've read, It would seem to be a very classical japanese
reaction to this.
now. It, I won't name it he, was death, death from afar as
well as near. I could kill by will alone now, my power had
exceeded even my skill.
True.
Lesson 1
I think I see. Death is more than I had thought and a
greater servant of mine than I had ever expected. She was
my lady in waiting, a handmade
handmaid
No, actually Death is a handmade romance novel. Anticlamactic, eh?
romancing my blade both
behind my back and before my face.
Nice description. I like the imagery in this so far. Very elegent. YOu might
Thanks
want to consider using first person more often.
I actually prefer first person. I think its harder to do, unfortunately.
King of the Game, which is not dead, just asleep, will be in first person.
lead me forward; it sang to lead me to my next insight. I
grow eager for that wisdom.
That one man did not have it.
He was a fool, I guess. Walking alone in the night,
no guards to protect him, he was an easy mark. He carried
himself as a beaurocrat,
bureaucrat
uhh. That was, um, intentional. A way of showing Kenshin's psychological
problems.
A reward, perhaps? An easy mark to offset the usual
level of difficulty I interact with? If so, it failed miserably. I
need the lessons that this blood and life drinking blade
teaches me. I need strong ones. Almost I am offended by
this case.
Heh. Nothing like being undervalued.
He's not undervalued. Its just he's more of a nut ball than they think.
And he has the traditional japanese veiws of vacations.
Mitsurugi Ryuu was my fife and drum. It spoke, screamed,
whispered, and cajoled. I was drawn, mothlike, before its
shining light. This light, this undeniable light, it pulled me.
Venomous voices whispering madness and wisdom. I
listened.
Yep, definitely a loon. :)
And we have a winner!
I've noticed no one mentioned that 'Venomous voices whispering madness and
wisdom' is not grammatically correct. Here I am, all ready and waiting to
declare all the reasons why I wrote it that way, and everyone just
accepts. Hmmpf.
Its never enough. It would never be enough. Should
I give the world to my blade, it would not be enough.
Staring at me as I had my epiphany, my exmaster
ex-master
Better than sexmaster.
I took my oath today. No more. That path is closed.
Who were you who named me the cause of the red
rain? Why can I not remember either your name or face? It
matters.
I will go and learn. For that knowledge may be
greater.
Very nice work. I can see how this would be a turning point for Kenshin.
Thanks. I wanted to try a hand at writing a character driven piece, and
thought I had fairly good results.
Very elegant and the style really worked.
Glad to hear it.
Not much more I can say other than
that.
Thats plenty! I'm always glad to hear from you.
D.B. Sommer
Miashara
-A true friend is the guy who's laughing so hard he has to dial 911 twice.
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