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After awakening from his changing, his ascension, Fujisawa merely wandered a world he knew not. For the time being, he could barely form coherent thought, let alone remember who he was. What tried to concern him was the what and the why, but for now he was taking baby steps. The memories were so recent, yet the pictures so vague, as if all he could do was feel his past. Upon that battlefield, he died, yet he didn't. The taste of blood still haunted his mouth, not his own. Where was Barnabas? He could remember faith. Cruel, cold, and never giving back anything. Faith? It obviously meant nothing but pain and loss. For the past week he saw occasional passers, none held banners he recognized, nor did he dare approach them to ask.

Basic questions had begun to surface. Why had he not grown hungry, or thirsty? Why did the fire within his loins never ignite? Was he broken? Because he sure as hell knew he hadn't taken a piss yet either.

There was more. More disturbing things. Both physiological and psychological things. Like this hatred... a hatred towards men? It baffled Fujisawa, but yet it made sense in some carnal way. His physical attributes had also changed notably. His skin was pale, deathly so. His hair shockingly red. He noticed he had no odor to himself, unless his nose was broken as well. He had a feeling nothing was actually broken, just changed. Evil, hatred, disgust, these things coalesced within his mind, only to form a smile on his face. For now however, thought would have to take it's leave, for the one thing Fujisawa still did require was rest. Rest for his mind, because it certainly felt heavy, like it had been filled to the brim, and only now was going through the process of disgestion.

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Fri Jul 23, 2004 6:13 pm
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[ooc]My apologies for not noting this in the original post, but this is
a personal thread attempting to explain the rebirth of Fujisawa from Mo'Pri times to the present.[/ooc]

Fujisawa awoke from his mind's recess, he sent one hand towards the heavens, feeling the layout of the sky, counting the plethora of stars scattered about. He shuddered, wondering how it was he could do such a thing without physical vision, because surely he was seeing in some way. He had given up on deploring these discovered abilities, they weren't going away. So at times such as these he found that using them, honing their depths would probably be the more profitable course of action.

Opening his eyes, Fujisawa took to his feet. He gazed to the northwest, feeling a pulse. Intuition told him this pulse was in fact the beating of hearts, but in a synchronic rhythm. Not surprising to Fujisawa was the fact he felt nothing in common with this. He had felt the pulse before, but had been wary of it. This time however he felt he should go to it, answer some questions he could not answer through simple wandering and feeling of his body in nature.

--- The wind blows, the sun beats down upon the weary peoples of the world, Fujisawa travels ---

A whisp of smoke drifted upwards from a chimney, approximately three-hundred meters from the spot where he stood. This was the first visual sign of civilized gathering of men. Of course, their scents, tracks, even souls left markings he had easily recognized and followed untill this point. Disgust had registered on Fujisawa's face from the moment he met these human excrements. Yet he was drawn more strongly now, and so he ran, his speed surprising even himself...

...moments later he slid to stop upon a wide cobblestone road leading into what looked like a medium sized trade city. As he walked through the tall wooden gates, Fujisawa concentrated on exuding no life force, which was incredibly easy as he did. The guards stood there, eyes did not even take into account his presence or passing, their stench turning Fujisawa's stomach instead. What had he done? He felt it a sinister rouge so natural that he did not want to let it down. Continuing but fifteen paces further, he stopped an old man with a waving gesture.

His tongue did not lift, he wondered if he could still speak even, he likely had not opened his mouth but to silently scream in years, decades possibly. "P..pp..ppard...on, cc..cc.ould you t-t-tell me what or when this is, and w..wha...t- g-g-od this town f-f-f-follows?" stammered Fujisawa, hardly believing how difficult that had been, his vocal cords felt like they were straining against chains.

The old man responded, "This is Maxim, this town, if you didn't read the sign, is Elysium. Here, we follow Foret." It occured to Fujisawa the man had answered without hesitation, not even questioning who he might be. How interesting.

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