This is about as far as I can stretch it Dae Brayk. Without things getting weird, that is. It's been over two weeks since your last post, heading onto three.
Razugual spent quite a while looking at the fire in silence, going over his thoughts, his words, but not really thinking
about them. Not examining them, or considering them, simply just confirming them.
He wasted time like this for a while longer, before his attention was suddenly drawn away by the appearance of an unfamiliar man. Razugual tilted his head as he stared at the man, not sure for quite a few moments, who
it was he was looking at. It wasn't until he noticed the clothes underneath the man's arms, recognizing the color and appearance of the fabric as that of the coat that the other man, Sano, had worn. Then it clicked, and Razugual was stunned by how remarkably
well the man cleaned up, though he couldn't help but feel as though something was off about his appearance. Sano seemed occupied with Mud and Morgan, though, and Razugual returned his attention to what he himself was doing.
he remembered what he was supposed
to have been doing. Somewhere in talking about himself, Razugual must've forgotten why he'd decided to go to Damien in the first place. It wasn't to swap sad stories— not really
. That was a part of it, but his real purpose had been to offer some empathy, as a person who'd been in- who was
in a similar situation.
He turned his head back to Damien and opened his mouth to speak. "I'm sorry, I've neglected the whole point of coming over here. Got sidetracked in my own little personal misery." He shook his head at his own foolishness, then moved closer to Damien and drew himself back into an upright position. "The point is, Damien, you an I have been through a lot of similar shit. Certainly not identical, but I'd wager it's more similar than anyone else you'll ever meet. I literally lost the life I had before. I died
. And even in coming back to life, I'm not the person I was before." a small smile formed at the edges of his mouth. "If you hadn't guessed.
But I've survived through all of it. I continued on through numerous events that I think one could describe as being 'drastically life-altering changes'. And guess what? Things got better. Even from the bottom of the darkest hole I've ever fallen into, things got better."
Razugual's glow had returned during his talk. He folded his arms and shrugged. "And I think I turned out okay. I've found contentment; or something so similar that I don't need the other one. And most importantly, the things that make me me are still there. The black, seventh-grade English teacher nestled in nowhere, suburbia and the massive white glowing undead dragon thing are one and the same person. That's what really matters.
"What I'm saying is that... there's peace to be found, Damien. But it's going to be pretty damn hard to find if you're too busy focusing on the path behind you that you can't see the path ahead. No matter what, that's where the future lies." Razugual paused for a moment, before looking sincerely at Damien (as sincerely as one with glowing white eyes can manage to look), and said simply, "Words from a road long traveled, friend."
He stopped then, content with what he had said.
Mud turned his head slightly and answered, "Chit, chat, and a little wishful thinking aloud." He glanced at his watch again, which was still in his hand, then pocketed it finally and looked at Sano directly. As soon as he saw the man's drastic change of appearance, he broke into a wide, toothy grin.
That is quite
the trick Sano! Quite the trick indeed. And here I thought I was the only one pulling them." He laughed lightly and continued, "If you're ready, then I suppose I'm just as ready—my readiness being both reliant and in tandem with your own, you see. Are we still to be waiting on your dear... friends?"
edited 15th Dec '12 3:42:13 AM by Ryuhza