05-29-2007, 10:52 PM
The campy fire did feel out of place, Rockwell amidst a war zone, but the Arian Guardian had to admit it was nice, plus he had been hungry and the beans actually did hit the spot.
?So?when do you guys want to go kill stuff?? The blue warrior asked. Meeting the group in the eyes, which was odd. Even in the short time Yamu had known Bujin he had already noticed he always seemed to address his comments to some unseen listener.
?Might as well start now, the day is already starting to wane?? Yamu said. ?I prefer to see my prey. Are we looking for anybody in particular??
?Someone strong?? Celipa muttered as they started through the woods, ?I?m tired of tip toeing around??
Cause and effect. Yamu pondered how little actions that seemed so trivial forced another action then another, until the place you arrived was so far away that little decision no longer seemed to be the cause. It had to be Fate, or some shadowy figure behind a closed door that had determined this outcome. Yamu found that people made their own fate, though. He had for so long believed that some destiny lay waiting for him, the only job he had in life was to find it and everything else would be taken care of for him. Life was proactive though, it was not to be lived or experienced but to be created. The brute knew that now, he had created his own legend on Arlia. He had made a plan and carried it out to fundamentally change an entire planet. No one had handed him his place of honor, he had grabbed it in his fists.
Dante was no Arlia, though. Yamu did not know how to approach the Island, was it a cause meant to shape him or and effect he was meant to shape. He shuddered to think the Abyss might be both.
He needed to be the whirlwind, the Island was too quite. He had the people and the weapons to be Cause. Yamu was no longer some peripheral sidekick, Day Two was seeing him as a player and he wanted to be Cause badly. The problem was, what if he was nothing more then an Effect? Dante could do that to the best of them, take a proud warrior and turn them on their heads.
Yamu decided not to concern himself with that. Life was a series of Cause and Effects and which one did not matter right now. The only thing hat mattered was that he was alive, strong, and that the order was always the same.
Cause and Effect?but what happened if the Effect comes before the Cause?
?So?when do you guys want to go kill stuff?? The blue warrior asked. Meeting the group in the eyes, which was odd. Even in the short time Yamu had known Bujin he had already noticed he always seemed to address his comments to some unseen listener.
?Might as well start now, the day is already starting to wane?? Yamu said. ?I prefer to see my prey. Are we looking for anybody in particular??
?Someone strong?? Celipa muttered as they started through the woods, ?I?m tired of tip toeing around??
Cause and effect. Yamu pondered how little actions that seemed so trivial forced another action then another, until the place you arrived was so far away that little decision no longer seemed to be the cause. It had to be Fate, or some shadowy figure behind a closed door that had determined this outcome. Yamu found that people made their own fate, though. He had for so long believed that some destiny lay waiting for him, the only job he had in life was to find it and everything else would be taken care of for him. Life was proactive though, it was not to be lived or experienced but to be created. The brute knew that now, he had created his own legend on Arlia. He had made a plan and carried it out to fundamentally change an entire planet. No one had handed him his place of honor, he had grabbed it in his fists.
Dante was no Arlia, though. Yamu did not know how to approach the Island, was it a cause meant to shape him or and effect he was meant to shape. He shuddered to think the Abyss might be both.
He needed to be the whirlwind, the Island was too quite. He had the people and the weapons to be Cause. Yamu was no longer some peripheral sidekick, Day Two was seeing him as a player and he wanted to be Cause badly. The problem was, what if he was nothing more then an Effect? Dante could do that to the best of them, take a proud warrior and turn them on their heads.
Yamu decided not to concern himself with that. Life was a series of Cause and Effects and which one did not matter right now. The only thing hat mattered was that he was alive, strong, and that the order was always the same.
Cause and Effect?but what happened if the Effect comes before the Cause?
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Dante's Abyss 2007 Runner-Up