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Cross Effects 3.0-It was good while it lasted / Re: Re: Re: Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? In Character Game Thread
« on: October 24, 2015, 08:31:22 PM »
Kihara Kagun
"Nngh..." the man moans as he slowly opens his eyes. His eyelids feel heavy and yet his heart feels even heavier. Upon opening his eyes he at first could not understand what is going on. He looks around and concludes that he is in a bedroom, lying on top of a bed. It was quite a soft bed, really.
The man looks down at his own body. He is bandaged and for the most part no longer feels the prickling pain of his wounds. The arm that was missing is still missing however.
"Seems like I failed..." he mutters under his own breath. "Was hoping to die like that simply too greedy? Was I simply running away from my sins? Is this a message from the heavens..." Kagun thinks to himself with a solemn look of disappointment in his eyes.
"A message from the heavens" is an uncharacteristic thought for a man of science to have. And truly the old Kagun would never even have considered something as foolish as that. But even if that thought raced through his mind for a moment, a Kihara is still a Kihara, and as such he dismissed the unscientific idea of a message from the heavens.
"No. My survival is just a coincidence," he reasons.
He then simply lays there for a moment, thinking about what to do now that his perfect revenge had failed. To live, or to still attempt carrying it out? And he arrives at his conclusion, "No. My death has no meaning if it's not by the hands of Kihara Byouri. And said Kihara Byouri is now dead, killed by my own hands. As such, the only choice I have left is to move on and survive." Much like how he decided to extract his revenge, he arrived the the answer of abandoning it in a very similar fashion. He calmly, mechanically, and coldly analysed the situation, everything that had happened, and everything that his choice will affect, to, in only a few second, make a decision that will determine whether he lives or dies.
And just like that he chose to live. He then proceeds to move on and determine the actions that give him the best chance of survival. He concludes that he has recovered enough to move, and that he must move, in order to get a hold of his current location, and to have an idea as to what is going on and who had healed him.
Kagun gets up from the bed, slowly and quietly approaches the door, opens it slightly and peeks through the crack to see if anyone is there. And there was nobody to be found, as such he moves into the wide hallway, and begins quietly and yet quickly walking through the corridor, whilst sticking close to a wall. Whilst walking he eventually hears the sounds of people talking. In the situation Kagun found himself in, people could be dangerous and hostile, but they are most definitely the best source of information imaginable.
He slowly approaches the sound, arrives next to the source, and stick close to the wall. He then makes the final decision, and decides to peek around the corner. What he sees there is a group of people, a group that is not quite big, not quite small. And he does not move out from behind the corner he is sticking to. He simply listens to the conversation that all those in the group seem to be participating in.
"Nngh..." the man moans as he slowly opens his eyes. His eyelids feel heavy and yet his heart feels even heavier. Upon opening his eyes he at first could not understand what is going on. He looks around and concludes that he is in a bedroom, lying on top of a bed. It was quite a soft bed, really.
The man looks down at his own body. He is bandaged and for the most part no longer feels the prickling pain of his wounds. The arm that was missing is still missing however.
"Seems like I failed..." he mutters under his own breath. "Was hoping to die like that simply too greedy? Was I simply running away from my sins? Is this a message from the heavens..." Kagun thinks to himself with a solemn look of disappointment in his eyes.
"A message from the heavens" is an uncharacteristic thought for a man of science to have. And truly the old Kagun would never even have considered something as foolish as that. But even if that thought raced through his mind for a moment, a Kihara is still a Kihara, and as such he dismissed the unscientific idea of a message from the heavens.
"No. My survival is just a coincidence," he reasons.
He then simply lays there for a moment, thinking about what to do now that his perfect revenge had failed. To live, or to still attempt carrying it out? And he arrives at his conclusion, "No. My death has no meaning if it's not by the hands of Kihara Byouri. And said Kihara Byouri is now dead, killed by my own hands. As such, the only choice I have left is to move on and survive." Much like how he decided to extract his revenge, he arrived the the answer of abandoning it in a very similar fashion. He calmly, mechanically, and coldly analysed the situation, everything that had happened, and everything that his choice will affect, to, in only a few second, make a decision that will determine whether he lives or dies.
And just like that he chose to live. He then proceeds to move on and determine the actions that give him the best chance of survival. He concludes that he has recovered enough to move, and that he must move, in order to get a hold of his current location, and to have an idea as to what is going on and who had healed him.
Kagun gets up from the bed, slowly and quietly approaches the door, opens it slightly and peeks through the crack to see if anyone is there. And there was nobody to be found, as such he moves into the wide hallway, and begins quietly and yet quickly walking through the corridor, whilst sticking close to a wall. Whilst walking he eventually hears the sounds of people talking. In the situation Kagun found himself in, people could be dangerous and hostile, but they are most definitely the best source of information imaginable.
He slowly approaches the sound, arrives next to the source, and stick close to the wall. He then makes the final decision, and decides to peek around the corner. What he sees there is a group of people, a group that is not quite big, not quite small. And he does not move out from behind the corner he is sticking to. He simply listens to the conversation that all those in the group seem to be participating in.