Seeing as how "yes, new stuff" is the general consensus...
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Seii decides to try taking center stage once again. Catching the attention of the room, he speaks. "I seem to understand from asking around that I should 'sing for my supper', as a newbie. I would beg out of song, as music does not seem to flow spontaneously for me. However, I think I can manage a story or bit of poetry or some such." He rummages around in a small belt pouch, pulling a small leather-bound tome out of it. The tome is apparently covered in a highly polished leather, and it reflects the lighting as Seii opens it and begins to flip through the pages. His bright blue eyes twinkle as he stops at a page and looks up. "Now my friends, I will attempt to introduce a bit of mystery to the room. You see, this tome is something that I have always carried, yet I know not where it is from. To increase the puzzle, some of the stories hidden inside seem to be about myself. I have chosen to accept these stories, which do not parallel any events that I recognize, as parables, or perhaps word pictures, as opposed to prophecies or some such. I will, however, let you decide." Looking down once again at the page, Seii begins to read.
"What is it like to be immortal? I will tell you what it is like. Being immortal means you can continue to stumble onward no matter how many sharp, bloody objects protrude from your middle. Sometimes you feel like a practice dummy for the inconsiderate and heartless, but it never seems to affect your ability to simply plod on, one foot in front of the other. Why do I have these daggers constantly pinned into my body, why do I do nothing about them? The simple answer is that no form of retaliation is sufficient. Neither is any retaliation possible against those responsible.
Females, my friends... they are all caused by them, these wounds of mine. I am sure you, the reader, have at least some knowledge of the sheer destructive force these creatures hide within themselves. Yet, it seems to be worth it while they are present. It is a little like dealing with a powerful magic spell, having the sheer LIFE surround you with it's power even though you are almost having YOUR life extinguished by it. They do not know, oft times, what they are capable of. And so they stab, and stab, and stab again. My blood runs to the ground and collects at my feet, yet they know it not. For I am noble, you see. What they do not know and cannot understand cannot possibly help them to do either.
I have always guessed that it was for this reason I was granted immortality. In this life, with this ability, I am able to be totally open and trusting with all when I choose, fearing no consequences save the ones left on my heart in the end. Many friends have come and gone, many a traveling companion have I watched walk into a sunset on their own paths. I know it is for the best, that I do. Always I carry the knowledge that one day I will meet up with my friends again, that those who truly cared will swing 'round a bend and we shall once more join weapons against common foes.
It is this, my constant hope in everything, that has earned me my title. I wish it upon no one, I alone bear it and and the happiness and sorrows that go along with it.
-Seii, Kibou No Denreishya"
Closing the tome with another flash of reflected light, Seii slides the book back into his belt pouch and surveys his audience. "Interesting, is it not? Maybe I'll meet this man who shares my name someday." With a smile and a nod of his head, Seii steps out of the center floor and goes back to observing the people around him.
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Oh yes, and many thanks to Falcon for his confidence.