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Post by Zero Enna on Nov 21, 2006 16:17:00 GMT -5
He looks at the coin and it is heads. "Heads, you owe me a quater... sigh... See what I mean... Luck plays a big part in our lives... but if we can somehow control it or master it... is what I strive for... maybe... too out there... I suppose." He says to her after the coin flip.
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Post by sabratina on Nov 21, 2006 16:27:46 GMT -5
Sabratina reaches in her pocket and tosses the coin from yesterday to him. "I see. You are trying to master fate. But Fate can be a crulle mistress. You can be on top one minute and down the next. You should be careful in tempting her." Sabratina sighs herself. "I read. Read just about anything. I also play a flute."
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Post by Zero Enna on Nov 21, 2006 16:35:46 GMT -5
"If you read, am sure you've read something about stoicism. A very fined toned philosophy that i follow from the ancient greeks. Mostly, it is how I have survived with that mentallity in my mind. It is true that fate can be really desastruous but with preparation, the blow can be softer." By prepareation he meant by that he is pessimistic, never optimistic. He believes that wishful thinking only leads to dissappointment in the future. "You said you played the flute... maybe when we get back I can listen to you play it?"
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Post by sabratina on Nov 21, 2006 17:00:14 GMT -5
"Maybe." She walks on without much to say. She isn't sure what to say about this individual and will have to play things by ear. "And is there ever an instance where you aren't a stoic." She actually can be quite emotional or pretty stable.
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Post by Zero Enna on Nov 21, 2006 17:05:11 GMT -5
"I imagine there could be... I haven't found one yet... I guess there hasn't been an instance where I actually be moved upon emotion. I hardly have any emotions, that is why I asked about dreams, and about feeling, I have never felt no more than the steady pace, no real emotions... Now I am just boring you I imagine..." his pessimistic side takes over again as he sighs and looks to the floor walking a little under her pace, falling back just a few centimeters away. He closes his eyes knowing that he probably just lost her delicate interest in him.
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Post by sabratina on Nov 21, 2006 17:16:10 GMT -5
"Everyone feels. It is just on different levels. You probably feel too, you just don't show it. As for me, I am just a little tired. I'm used to the last six months in a hospital where I can sleep in an unused room when nothing was going on. I just have to adjust around a little." She looks his way a moment and then back to the road.
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Post by Zero Enna on Nov 21, 2006 17:20:43 GMT -5
He really cant feel, maybe from because it has been so long, but he really truly hasn't felt an emotion for a very long time, reason why he makes such a good assassin to the village, with no emotions, he has no real reason not to kill either. "Why don't you rest then, am sure they will let you off for a while..." He looks up back to her from the floor to her face his eyes drag through the picture of the scenery and her. Her answer may show an oppourtinity of something... or maybe not, he thinks in his head.
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Post by sabratina on Nov 21, 2006 17:27:32 GMT -5
Sabratina sighs, "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. We are almost back and I'll rest in my own bed tonight." She wonders why he is being so nice. She really hasn't given much entry to what she is doing. Nor has she issued any invitations. She just sighs again and continues along the road toward the Hidden Mist Village.
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Post by Zero Enna on Nov 21, 2006 17:41:06 GMT -5
Looking down towards the ground again, he knew it... maybe not yet, of course this is hopefully the begginning of a budding relationship, but it is only hope and blind hope for that matter. He knows the odds are against him but knowing odds, he still goes for it anyway, risking it. "Well... how about playing that flute for me maybe... sometime... I'd like to hear it." He replies to her softly and lowly.
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Post by sabratina on Nov 21, 2006 20:10:21 GMT -5
Sabratina sighs and reaches into her bag and pulls out an actual flute. She stops and puts her bag down and has a seat on a rock that is there. She begins to play a soft melody that could be something celtic. The song fills the night and she can't help but to close her eyes as she plays the tune.
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Post by Zero Enna on Nov 21, 2006 20:53:35 GMT -5
He didn't really mean for her to play right now... but she was probably annoyed by him. "You really didn't have to... it's nice." He still stands he he looks off to the distance, she can only see his left side as his body faces still down the road. His head turns to her, and he slowly stands to descend to the floor to sit down on it. His behind falls down to it and he sits with his arms infront suppported by his knees.
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Post by sabratina on Nov 21, 2006 21:10:33 GMT -5
Sabratina continues to play without much regard to his protest. She just keeps going. As the evening mist rolls in now, which is about midday, the image keeps the area haunting. All she does is keep playing. What exsactly Zero is expecting out of her is all uncertain.
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Post by Zero Enna on Nov 21, 2006 21:24:45 GMT -5
Sitting now on the floor his arms are on top of his knees as his body arches forward to reach his knees. He closes his eyes enjoying it for a bit and notices his surroundings, the tone gives off really nice to him for some reason, he can't put his finger on it though. "You play well, were you taught or by yourself...?"
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Post by sabratina on Nov 22, 2006 1:08:39 GMT -5
The song continues to play out as she plays so she doesn't respond right away. She just keeps playing until the song is through. Then she looks in Zero's direction. "Most kids in my rank learned the piano. I learned the flute, just to be different."
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Post by Zero Enna on Nov 22, 2006 9:54:00 GMT -5
He turns to her and nods, "Thing is that I learned the piano..." he eyes shift elsewhere then back. He gives out a deep sigh, "When we get there I will play for you, sometime, is it okay..." He looks at her with those eyes of his, he squints a little as he waits for answer.
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