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The puzzlement of Ruka vanished as he realised what his professor was referring to. He looked away from her before shrugging in a way which suggested strongly of indifference. "Losing is losing, no matter how you look at it. The only time that there is ever a difference in losing is the gift of a second chance. As to my choice of weapon, well, you're right, more right than you may ever know, but it's only a matter of time now. You see," he said, turning and continuing towards the door, looking for a moment as if he was just going to leave the matter there. This was not to be the case, however, as he said over his shoulder, "This weapon is only a shell of what can and will be,' there was an audible pause and for a moment it almost seemed that Ruka was laughing, which he was, in fact, though in a subdued way, 'Soon, I shall have a weapon fit for a God..."
The thin student reached had reached the door by now and as he turned to travel along the corridor he said, winking as he did so, "…all I need is a Bride." With that he was gone, leaving his professor to react as she might.
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Ruka was looking wistfully into the distance from a terrace he had found when trying to find the West Wing. His fencing foil was in his hand and he held it between his index finger and his thumb at the point where it had broken. He spun it in graceful circles in an absent-minded, unconscious way which made it almost seem as though he had spun the blade whole again merely with the touch of his hand. Perhaps she would have been ashamed of him for losing. Sizer had been right, as he had mentioned earlier, and he really didn’t know how long he would have to wait until his wish was finally realised. He would need to do something in the span of temporal space which stretched out before him. He stopped spinning the foil and let the hand it was held in drop to his side, as he closed his eyes and tilted his head downward, bringing his other hand to his heart. The profound sadness emanating from him would have been almost visible if he was not so skilled at sealing away his heart. It hurt too much, both physically and in every other way. Though, he felt somewhat better today, maybe even stronger. He was not that tired…but he would need to sit down soon. He may have been stronger, but he was not yet strong enough to do what he must.
It was time he found out who his roommate was.
O.O.C.: The subject of this post was titled after a poem by Wallace Stevens.
Also, though I regret not posting more frequently than I have so far been, I did say that I may not be able to when I joined. |