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[One could say that the man in the brightly colored kimono kneeling in the corner of the training hall was dead. He hadn't moved since he sat down in position once his exercise regiment had begun, his expression showing absolutely no change. It was a deep meditation one might have expected from someone well trained in martial arts.
Though, in reality, the samurai was asleep. Dead asleep. That somber expression? A samurai, trained in the fine art of living in a nihilistic wonderland run by himself, rested in the corner of the training hall without a care in the world. Somehow, the binding of the ball and chain around one ankle in no way hindered that pleasant slumber.]
(OOC: Forgot to mention; in 30 minutes I'm running out to do an errand, so at that point I've got to stop doing tags for awhile. Once I return, though, I'll be back at it. |D)