"Hmm. What are you intending on doing..."
"Ooh...nothing."
"Tsk tsk:
"You sound like a hen when you do that."
"You...are impossible:
Shen grinned. "Good."
"But amusing"
"As a jester aims, a jester does." he said, with the accompanying grin.
"And the jester performs for the king"
"Who says you're the king if that's what you're implying."
"'Twas you who said it, not I:
"You're the one who brought it up."
"Actually, u were"
"Never mind..." he growled, narrowing his eyes in a glare.
"Hmm...
//its weird.... Seeing him so damn docile, I wonder what he's planning...// the nervous thought fluttered around in Shen's mind, keeping up the constant alertness, but he knew, that sooner or later, it was all going to come crashing down the longer he stayed
"Don't be so quick o leave, nah?"
"Think about it Long, the more I stay, the more likely it is that you're gonna go homicidal on me again."
"And.?"
"And I have a sense of self preservation...its buried deep, but its there."
"hehheee. I suppose that's good
"Uh huh." Shen squirmed, getting as far away form Long as he could with out the original noticing.
"Oh stop moving around...it's ruining my peace"
"Peace is relative."
"And peace is what keeps be from tasting your lovely flesh"
Shen immediately froze still at that.
His eyes closed again, legs folded gracefully beneath him in a meditation pose
Shen could feel his nerves grating and fraying rapidly, he felt like any moment, something was going to slip, and the clone knew that it would not be to his advantage. Still, if he stayed, almost the exact same result might occur. //damned if you do, damned if you don't...// he thought sadly.
Longs' breathing was deep and even, his face tranquil. "You should meditate too, you're mind is awfully cluttered."
"Never got the hang of it."
"Then learn."
"Perfectionist..." he muttered.
"Sit"
"I am sitting."
"Sit correctly"
"No....I'm comfy."
The Kempo Master cracked open one eyes to look at him
Shen glared back then finally shifted so he kinda mirrored Longs position.
"Think of nothing...clear your mind of everything except something which you wish to know, and even then don't think about it."
Shen sighed. "Fine, whatever..." his eyes went half lidded, any trace of something there vanished.
"And breathe. Listen to your heat beat and breathe...even the ocean if you must"
He was there, but he wasn't Shen's chest rose and fell in a rhythm, but that was about the only betrayal that he was still among the living.
Long sat in his own silent void, there was something cold and calculating about it...almost alien.
Shen subconsciously felt it, but he was lost among his own world, his own conflicting voices.
His meditation was...sterile. Like a laboratory as his mind organised and filed away things with computer like precision. His body's rhythms were perfectly in tuned. There was a white void...but not warm and comforting, it was almost harsh in its orderly brutality
In contrast, Shen inner workings were at best ordered chaos. Conflicting ideas and images swirled in an unmoving lateral void, but it was familiar.
Longs mind shifted a little, the harsh white turning a slight, soothing amber. The scent of tea leaves and old books plagued his mind and some contentment washed over him.
A small smile appeared, barley noticeable on Shen's face, who knew he'd actually like an activity that was so...'Long'
He could almost hear the rustling of pages being turned and soft light glinting off glasses as he read. He could taste tea...and it was strange in its alien familiarity.
Shen's eyes had gone to a sort of pinkish colourlessness, the moonlight glinted off them, but surprisingly, not they're normal malisouis effect if one looked.
There was a monotonous routine in his mind now...not the killer, not the scholar...but both. There was a low murmur, a mantra in the background, pulsating beats of his heart flowing with it
"Ooh...nothing."
"Tsk tsk:
"You sound like a hen when you do that."
"You...are impossible:
Shen grinned. "Good."
"But amusing"
"As a jester aims, a jester does." he said, with the accompanying grin.
"And the jester performs for the king"
"Who says you're the king if that's what you're implying."
"'Twas you who said it, not I:
"You're the one who brought it up."
"Actually, u were"
"Never mind..." he growled, narrowing his eyes in a glare.
"Hmm...
//its weird.... Seeing him so damn docile, I wonder what he's planning...// the nervous thought fluttered around in Shen's mind, keeping up the constant alertness, but he knew, that sooner or later, it was all going to come crashing down the longer he stayed
"Don't be so quick o leave, nah?"
"Think about it Long, the more I stay, the more likely it is that you're gonna go homicidal on me again."
"And.?"
"And I have a sense of self preservation...its buried deep, but its there."
"hehheee. I suppose that's good
"Uh huh." Shen squirmed, getting as far away form Long as he could with out the original noticing.
"Oh stop moving around...it's ruining my peace"
"Peace is relative."
"And peace is what keeps be from tasting your lovely flesh"
Shen immediately froze still at that.
His eyes closed again, legs folded gracefully beneath him in a meditation pose
Shen could feel his nerves grating and fraying rapidly, he felt like any moment, something was going to slip, and the clone knew that it would not be to his advantage. Still, if he stayed, almost the exact same result might occur. //damned if you do, damned if you don't...// he thought sadly.
Longs' breathing was deep and even, his face tranquil. "You should meditate too, you're mind is awfully cluttered."
"Never got the hang of it."
"Then learn."
"Perfectionist..." he muttered.
"Sit"
"I am sitting."
"Sit correctly"
"No....I'm comfy."
The Kempo Master cracked open one eyes to look at him
Shen glared back then finally shifted so he kinda mirrored Longs position.
"Think of nothing...clear your mind of everything except something which you wish to know, and even then don't think about it."
Shen sighed. "Fine, whatever..." his eyes went half lidded, any trace of something there vanished.
"And breathe. Listen to your heat beat and breathe...even the ocean if you must"
He was there, but he wasn't Shen's chest rose and fell in a rhythm, but that was about the only betrayal that he was still among the living.
Long sat in his own silent void, there was something cold and calculating about it...almost alien.
Shen subconsciously felt it, but he was lost among his own world, his own conflicting voices.
His meditation was...sterile. Like a laboratory as his mind organised and filed away things with computer like precision. His body's rhythms were perfectly in tuned. There was a white void...but not warm and comforting, it was almost harsh in its orderly brutality
In contrast, Shen inner workings were at best ordered chaos. Conflicting ideas and images swirled in an unmoving lateral void, but it was familiar.
Longs mind shifted a little, the harsh white turning a slight, soothing amber. The scent of tea leaves and old books plagued his mind and some contentment washed over him.
A small smile appeared, barley noticeable on Shen's face, who knew he'd actually like an activity that was so...'Long'
He could almost hear the rustling of pages being turned and soft light glinting off glasses as he read. He could taste tea...and it was strange in its alien familiarity.
Shen's eyes had gone to a sort of pinkish colourlessness, the moonlight glinted off them, but surprisingly, not they're normal malisouis effect if one looked.
There was a monotonous routine in his mind now...not the killer, not the scholar...but both. There was a low murmur, a mantra in the background, pulsating beats of his heart flowing with it
