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SINIB:

--- Quote from: Cherry Lover on January 11, 2020, 12:07:17 AM ---Sakura and Shirou

Sakura's eyes began to tear up slightly in response to the question, the sadness she felt at her abandonment clear.

"Because she's my sister", she said, quietly. "She's the only family I have left."

--- End quote ---

Sakura

"And she's not mine." Sakura repiled sternly. "Never has even tried."

Cherry Lover:
Sakura and Shirou

"She never tried with me, either, back when I was stuck with the Matou. She was always too pre-occupied with fulfilling father's idiotic magus ideal", Sakura replied, a sad and somewhat annoyed look on her face. "But, once I was free of the Matou's control, I reached out to her myself, and she was receptive. Our relationship was never as close as I would have liked, but I could tell that she cared, deep down."

SINIB:
Sakura Edelfeldt

Sakura smiled, and looked like she was holding back something. "Hehehe..." She chuckled, a grin breaking out as she failed to contain her mirth. "Kyahahahaha~" With a full throated laugh, she suddenly turned around and walked towards the edge of the building. Without turning around, she raised her hand at the two of them. "Keep telling yourself she cares about you if it helps you sleep at night. Me? I know her true face. I've just spent the last year working intimately with her. She's a self interested, sociopathic cunt like everybody else who only cares about the growth of her magical knowledge."

Then, she hopped off the side of the building with starteling non chalance. "Ciao." They heard as she fell down.

YOLF:
Yusho
9:00 AM Nexus Time

Against a clear blue sky, Yusho's torn coat flapped in the wind, loosely opened. The hard lines of his torso rose and fell like a tide against the white bandages that covered most of it, except for a small depression right in the center of his body.

The dragon-blooded swam in vivid recollections of the battle that had dealt him his current wounds. No matter how many outcomes he envisioned, the truth of defeat was only one. His strength had simply not sufficed. If not for the prompt woman who called herself the Headmaster, Yusho wouldn't be here, and the results could have been much worse. He was indebted. Repaying this debt (and the one to the boy and the beast) was looking like a difficult proposition, however.

He sniffed peevishly. It's not as if meditating to find answers he already had would help in anything. The demon Dassu would be laughing at his bad eye now. The exalt would have liked to share the laugh, honestly.

But with his concentration interrupted, he opened his eye and looked down from the flat top of the marble column where he sat in the lotus position. This open hall of stone situated like an altar in the middle of a green lot resembled old, pale temples he had seen in kingdoms of the Scavenger Lands - but the divinity followed here was muscle. In this district where training devices seemed to rise out of every corner, countless women and men labored and pushed the limits of their bodies in whole-hearted dedication to a physical ideal. Some, against all odds, forged might that matched or surpassed the Dragon-Blooded without mastery of essence by whatever means.

It made Yusho ponder: perhaps he needed to go back to the basics.

yinsukin:
Roman

Yesterday, Roman's goal was to spend all day looking for a direction to grow in.  He found a potential trainer and a regime to follow.  More importantly, he found a goal for himself, something to measure his progress against.  If he could challenge her one day...

That might never happen...

Just as he had that thought, he arrived.  It was the park known as the temple of muscle.  In the center of the park was an actual temple with men and women who were sculpted like greek gods.  These people weren't just strong, but superhumanly so.  These men and women curled hundreds of pounds with just one hand.  It was terrifying.  The strangest thing was not all the men and women working out, but the one who wasn't.  A single man sat in the center of the temple, eyes closed but spirit open.  He was meditating.... or he was dead.

"Hey... can I ask you something?" Roman asked, tapping the man on the shoulder.

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