Snippet #2571446

Waking up in the dark of the night, he couldn't help but notice the moist feeling on his forehead. Passing it off as sweat he still felt uneasy about it. The sleep, on the other hand, had done wonders for his psyche. He could swear without a doubt that he had figured out what to do. Going to his door, he noticed that it wasn't open, though he was sure he had left it untouched. Even so, the current thought in his brain was one he wouldn't let become abstracted. Once again he locked his door, for what he would count as the last time he would ever even see the room. Putting on his sneakers and taking a few weapons and canteens with him, he left the manor via his window, closing it back and hoping down in the midst of the night. It would seem since no one was going to bother him anyways, they wouldn't notice he was gone do to the locked door.

In all certainty, he knew, for without a doubt in his mind, that there was no point in leading the DA anymore. For his goals had changed completely. Though, before he could set on his goals, he would have to do his families meditation technique. He was glad to see that herbs were made just as easily as bullets in this realm and had saved himself some hemp plants. Though usually, one would need the proper sticks and channels, Tatsuya was sure he could make do with anything. When he thought about it, what couldn't he do in the afterlife exactly? If it could bend the laws of science, then what exactly was the extent of its hellish wonders? He didn't quite know nor did he care for now. It would just have to be something he would meditate on later.

Choosing a nice area to keep the cleansing fumes in, the boy went to the old abandoned hut, a far stretch from the school. It brought up the question though, of why there was so much space off the school grounds that aren't used for anything. It was convenient however.

Placing his self made candles on the floor in a neat order, Tatsuya lit them and his bowls of the hempus plant. With the right touches done, he sat down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes to meditate on his next move of actions, he seemed to get lost in time. For the fires never ceased and the time steady passing.

That was until he opened his eyes and seen the dark of the night and the smoke coming out of the finished candles. Scratching his face he realized that he had been in a trance for a long time. Sighing he stood up and walked out of his meditation hut, back towards his old home. It was night so he felt pretty safe as he scurried about like a fox, sneaking back towards the building via the bushes. Sneaking in through the back he noticed that no one was in the kitchen, so he crawled his way over to the fridge and retrieved all the vital pieces he needed to create the perfect sandwich. Using just about everything in the fridge, Tatsuya stacked items upon items until he was assured he had made a sandwich, glorious enough for a king.

"Nice," he said in awe looking at his creation. Taking his plate in hand, the boy proceeded to leave the dorm, all while stuffing his face, not even paying attention to see if someone would follow him.