03-02-2008, 08:54 AM
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Forgotten Master
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Location: Floating on the sea...
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Re: A Renewed Hope(Niku)
OoC: Sorry for the wait, but we care finally being now.
IC: “Bartender, give me the strongest thing you got here,” the young man at the end of the table said as he sat down. Kenshiro didn’t feel much like being around people, he felt he needed it. He laid his head down on the table waiting for his drink. It’s been a while since he last had a drink and he need one more then ever.
“Women problems young man,” the bartender asked sitting down the drink next to the young healer.
“Yeah, of the worst kind,” Kenshiro replied back sitting up, grabbing his drink. “Know any cures for it.” He took a sip keeping his eyes on the old man next to him. Whatever he made for him burned his throat and that feeling felt good.
“You could always tell her yes. You might end up being married, but is that so bad.”
“What!? No, no, no. I don’t mean that kind of problem. Dear god that the last thing I need,” Kenshiro quickly stated before drinking so more. “I want to get rid of all these women that seem to what to help me. They do more harm than good and I end up haven’t to help them in the end. I hate that.”
“Well that is a problem. Most men would love to have women run to them willing to want to be around them, but you want them to go away,” the bartender said almost laughing at the idea of a male not wanting to be around females. “So, you want men to be around you more then?”
“No, I don’t want anyone around me at all,” Kenshiro said glaring at the bartender.
The old man took a step back noticing the glare that the young Nephilim gave. “You ready do have a problem of the worst kind, but it not with females young man. Your loneness will catch up with you and haunt you for the rest of your life. We has humans seek friends to wash away are sorrow, but you want no friends.”
“I believe I’m living that life already and the problem is I still need to fix what I’ve done,” Kenshiro said closing his eyes and resting his money for the drink on the table before walking out of the place. The streets of the town where quiet and cold just to the Nephilim liking as he walked the lonely roads.
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