originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Eleven."
A man walked up beside Rook, a cane in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
"And watch where you point that thing, someone could get hurt."
English
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[b]Rook turns around. Lowering his weapon.[/b] "W-who are you?"
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"I'm Vince. And like I said, eleven."
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"Vince, nice to meet you, I'm Rook."
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"If you don't mind me asking, what is happening? You seem quite agitated." He looked up at the dark clouds that could only herald rain.
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"It's just, I've had problems, psychological, and I think it's happening again, but worse." [b]Rook's head darted quickly behind him, thinking something was there.[/b]
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"Ah. Well I'm no psychologist." The first raindrops began to fall and Vince put up his umbrella.
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"It's been happening since I was young. My mind playing tricks on me. I always skipped out on getting help. Entering the war our country got in took a toll on it."
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"Not getting help is a bad idea. Especially if there's a chance trauma caused some of it." Vince sat down next to Rook and stared at the clouds with a far away look in his eyes.
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[b]Rook chuckled a bit.[/b] "Yeah, I guess that would be the case. But what could I do? I was living under the rule of a war-wanting leader. Doctors always told me to take this medicine, theropey that never worked. Then I had to join the military. Nothing else I could do. Then everything just got worse."
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"Then the best answer is peace. Peace often dulls the sharpest pain."