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Post by Shibatsu Eito on Apr 17, 2018 15:39:28 GMT -5
Shibatsu Eito sits by the shore, his padd still attached to his wrist despite the fact that it has not gotten any reception all day. He has a stack of pages next to him that his is thumbing through as well as a couple of bottles of chocolate liqour that he is swigging from as he stares out to the lake. His eyes are haunted as he watches, dressed in a simple open silk shirt and some pants, face with some small bit of stubble as he tries to make sense of the things he had recently learned, to put some aspect of them together.
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Post by Kuni Hinata on Apr 17, 2018 16:15:26 GMT -5
Hinata had come to the lake as well in hopes of being able to clear her head. She had already made her decision, but it was still difficult to fully come to grips with. She was thinking too much; maybe some time to relax would help. As she approached the lake, she spotted Eito through the fog. A friendly face; that was welcome. She walked over to him.
"I would say good morning, Shibatsu-sensei, but I'm not sure that would be accurate. Do you mind if I take a seat?"
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Post by Shibatsu Eito on Apr 17, 2018 17:31:04 GMT -5
Eito looks up to her and gives a small smile. "Hinata-san. Yes join me. Something to drink? I don't suppose it matters if we get in trouble for it. And it...is an odd morning."
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Post by Kuni Hinata on Apr 17, 2018 18:45:40 GMT -5
"That's an understatement" she replied with a small smirk as she took a seat.
"You brought the chocolate liquor again I see. Of course I'll have some, fortunes know I need it."
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Post by Shibatsu Eito on Apr 17, 2018 18:50:05 GMT -5
Eito smiles. "It's my favorite honestly. I bought quite a bit to use as gifts. By the way, giving away all my stores of chocolate and candy I brought. No need to hold back considering." he says with a chuckle before he offers her a toast. "Sorry about the thing with the Prince. I considered choosing to let him sleep. If only because most people seemed to have a really good time of this dream. Seems a bit selfish to spoil it."
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Post by Kuni Hinata on Apr 17, 2018 19:10:32 GMT -5
Hinata sighed and rubbed her face.
"No...considering the circumstances, I think it'd be more selfish to keep him asleep. I blurted out a secret that could destroy the Iweko line and possibly start a civil war, and we wouldn't even have the Fortune of Heroes to help in such an event. So either we wake him up, or I wish for that to have never happened. If I can't do that..."
Hinata trailed off, letting the sentence linger. The implications of it seemed fairly clear to her.
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Post by Shibatsu Eito on Apr 17, 2018 19:18:52 GMT -5
Eito turns to her. "I heard about that. Some sort of ancient evil. Hinata dear. Why didn't you come to us? We used to WORK for ancient evils. I know nobody trusts us anymore but... I am sure we had some way to help. Nobody knows who to take down a man better then his former employees. It's why I try to be kind to mine. Some advice if you remember it." he says with a smile.
"You had said you would do anything to be with him. Now you understand differently. I am...proud of you for finding that clarity. I wish I could find mine. But if keeping him asleep would start a civil war...well then."
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Post by Kuni Hinata on Apr 17, 2018 19:28:33 GMT -5
Hinata shook her head.
"No, this one...was around well before the Spider. I am also not sure how well the Spider fare against the spirits of the dead."
She sighed.
"...I think the only solution is to get h-- ...it...exorcised, and that's only if we can either wake Goemon or I can erase what happened in the assembly hall."
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Post by Shibatsu Eito on Apr 17, 2018 19:40:05 GMT -5
Eito sighs. "I have no illusion what birthed the Spider. How long has he been there? Maybe he is just a dream too? I don't know. I am personally irritated but... I should ask the prince his opinion. Might as well see if anyone wants this dream to continue. I am sure someone is happier here?"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Apr 17, 2018 19:48:11 GMT -5
"I'm sure there are," Hisui answers as she passes by. Is she one of them? She might be. "And just as many who want the dream to end to see how different things are without its influence."
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