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Anna sat in the coffee shop alone, sipping her cafe latte languishly. She was lost in thought when he entered. Captain Izuko, Lord and Immortal of Battle, stepped out of the rain into the quaint, warm abode. His stern and sustere gaze left nothing unobserved. His steely blue eyes rested a mere but poignant moment on Anna. He placed his hand on his saber and assuredly walked over and approached. "Good afternoon, Mistress of Pain and Pleasure." "Good afternoon, Captain. It's good to be out of the rain. Care to join me?" The immortal bowed slightly. "It would be an honor and delight to do so." He sat down and took off his naval cap to reveal his dark blonde shaven head. "May I ask why such a fetching beauty as yourself is dining alone?" "Today was a day of reverie. I'm in a fog. Lost in thought. Just a fog. I'm afraid I'm not much company to speak of at the moment." "Well perhaps I can regal you with some lusty tales of blood and battle. Some of my most recent exploits." "Perhaps." He set off to tell his tale of conquest and wonder. She sat there adrift, afloat, lost in time and space as he continued to entice her with tales of great feats and bravery. She seemed like a prop on a stage. Not in this world or of it. Just floating somewhere above. Below? Elsewhere. She sipped her coffee. Nodded here and there. Made the appropriate noises when cued. Was she just following a script someone left with a shiny star just for her? Perhaps something was terribly amiss. She wandered. Her mind wandered effortlessly. The door opened and there stood Don Juan. Anna smiled. | ||||||||||
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