[spoiler]Just a brief forward, This is going to be shit. It's literally been over a year since I've RP'd. Please be patient until I can brush the rust off.[/spoiler] [b]Paradisus Paradoxum[/b] [i]Clad in a cloak of wolf and crow, a figure strode towards the dojo each step seemingly with more purpose than the last. Nearing the entrance however, they faltered. This place was only a shadow of what it once was, ruins of what it had been in it's prime. This had once been paradise to them and the others. Except, not to them but to the man in their head. They hadn't been here, the man had. The man was dead, but still his thoughts invaded the figure who had no memory of their own. They knew the figure and his flaming shadow had no right to exist, the two had been burnt away. Ever closer to the dojo the figure walked, reaching down to grasp the metaba autorevolver strapped to their hip. They shouldn't be here, they had no memory of this place, yet the man in their mind showed every detail in an almost horrifying realism. Shaking the thoughts of the man and his shadow out of their mind the figure came to a stop before the entrance of the dojo, grip tighter than ever on the mateba as they waited for entrance.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]