Japan, Spring 1877
Aug. 12th, 2009 12:24 pmPacking. Packing to leave. Nathan had gotten in touch with Portalocity, informed those who he was working under that he was heading back to America. He didn't have to specify when in America, or where. Gone was gone, after all.
He was busying himself with his revolver, removing the bullets between shots of whiskey, when Colonel Bagley knocked at his door.
( Heard you were leaving... )
( Well into the night, a small group of men... )
[NFB and NFI for distance and time. Preplayed with the ever-traumatized
not_ironmaiden. Large chunks of script lifted from The Last Samurai, and as such, there are spoilers within.]
He was busying himself with his revolver, removing the bullets between shots of whiskey, when Colonel Bagley knocked at his door.
( Heard you were leaving... )
( Well into the night, a small group of men... )
[NFB and NFI for distance and time. Preplayed with the ever-traumatized
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