[He feels the nudging, the pushing, and his own mind is reaching towards it, despite the hypnotism. But its as if he's drowning in mollasses.
Everything's so slow, so hard to do. So with a tiny mental push, he's shrugging off the naggingly familiar, nostalgic presence at the edge of his mind and going back to wandering about Madara's stronghold.]
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[Offline] SCREW THE WRITERS WE MAKE OUR OWN RULES
Date: 2011-08-31 08:26 pm (UTC)Everything's so slow, so hard to do. So with a tiny mental push, he's shrugging off the naggingly familiar, nostalgic presence at the edge of his mind and going back to wandering about Madara's stronghold.]