Japan, Fall 1876 - Spring 1877
Aug. 11th, 2009 08:55 amNathan had managed, by some miracle, to keep some lolling sort of semblance of consciousness as the Samurai took him and Tony back to their stronghold in the mountains of Japan. Through some sort of haze, he watched Katsumoto lop off the head of General Hashigawa. The rest, haze. There were moments, when he almost had enough focus to look to make certain that they hadn't disposed of Tony along the way. The trek might have lasted hours, days, might have lasted weeks. And then, they were hauling him from the back of the horse he'd been loaded onto, threatening him, spitting in his face. Demanding his name.
He didn't give it.
Winter was coming. There would be no escaping whatever settlement they'd been dragged to.
And then, the haze turned to bright white swimming behind his eyes, and then to black.
( Coming to with a start... )
( The first time Nathan had handled a sword... )
[NFB and NFI for distance and time. Preplayed with
not_ironmaiden, who is smarter than I am and understands the glories of e-mail, omg. Large chunks of script lifted from The Last Samurai, and as such, there are spoilers within.]
He didn't give it.
Winter was coming. There would be no escaping whatever settlement they'd been dragged to.
And then, the haze turned to bright white swimming behind his eyes, and then to black.
( Coming to with a start... )
( The first time Nathan had handled a sword... )
[NFB and NFI for distance and time. Preplayed with
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