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[h1][color=LightBlue]Rayne[/color][/h1]
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Location:
[*]Drum Island
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Interacting:
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[*][@Ira]
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[*][@JmerlRobot]
[*][@RyoRyoRyoken]
[*][@hillan]
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Rayne could no longer hear Bogard, or he could, but it was faint. He was tired, but he managed to walk. Silently, he vowed to leave this island and get stronger, train his body, mind, and soul, all for one goal. He needed to be stronger to maintain and elevate Raijin Mode, no more of this weakness and blood. The Haki that he used today would be harnessed, learned, used, and mastered. For once, Rayne and Xerxes had drive, and a motivating factor that would push him each and everyday of his life.

[i]"We should have killed Marxo."[/i] Xerxes grumbled in his mind.

Rayne turned inwards. He struggled to remain conscious, his eyes bloodshot. Suddenly Rayne found himself back in his inner world, its oh so beautiful night sky marred by hues of red and orange, its glass surface now a green grassland with rolling hills.

[color=LightBlue][i]"Your quite dense aren't you?[/i][/color] Rayne mocked sitting next to Xerxes. 

[i]"No, just motivated."[/i] Xerxes countered. Words no longer passed between them and they watched the beautiful sky. Rayne closed his eyes, leaning against the chess table they played on a month ago, pieces unmoved, breathing in the last of the long day. Winter wasn't his favorite season, he had to admit there was something special about the winter sunsets that nature had to show. It was rare to have sunsets in the calm of his mind, maybe his mind was telling him something. The way things were going in his life, it had a calming effect on him and soothed his sanity which threatened to slip away from him with every passing day. 

The season cast an orange haze above the horizon, lighting up the sky as if lit by fire, yet the haze was so crisp and clear. The sun, like a large, granduer orange fireball in the distance was partially cloaked by the hanging clouds, which were all splashed with the random colors of hot pinks, reds and even hints of purples and blues. The sun was so large that he felt he could almost touch it. It seemed to look at him with a dull glare, knowing that it's beauty and the planet's dependence on it for survival made up for it. 

The sun which had it's time to shine for the time it was given, seemed to whipser "Farewell" to his mind as it sunk lower and lower in a lazy manner; almost as if it never wanted to leave. 

But Rayne knew he too had to leave soon. He leaned off table, standing up and walking down the grassy hill. A cool breeze passed, making him stop in the middle of the field. He let the wind tussle his hair as it was almost like a human touch. It had been a while since he had been touched kindly by another or even shook another's hand. Then again, he hardly trusted anyone. 

He looked at the sun again. The sun was almost as orange as the sky, like a ghost almost. Yet even from behind the trees, it seemed to stare at him; a silent ball of wonderment that was really a raging ball of Hellish fury. The very thing that gave warmth, life, light and happiness to so many could just as easily cause utter destruction. That fact reminded him of his father. Unusual, reminding him of a man he knew little of.

Rayne closed his eyes once more, the events of the life going through his mind like a reel. His father apparently always told him to get out of the habit of daydreaming, but Rayne was always the intellectual type. The "thinker". The sound of his father's words echoed in his mind, jerking him out of his fleeting thoughts. By the time he opened his eyes, the sun was gone, leaving behind a sea of dark, lonely clouds in a twilight sky. The heavens were beginning to litter the stars about, for it was their turn to shine, just like it always did in his mind. Xerxes was nowhere to be found.

He knew that things, like the seasons would change and that everything would be alright. And like the sun, he knew everyone had their time to shine. And he knew it would someday be the same for him.

Awakening from his slumber, Rayne found himself floating of Bogard's jacket, and the tree that was once home to thier battle, now a giant statue with hundreds of arms. Smiling, he turned to Bogard.

[color=LightBlue]"Bogard, all your crew needs is your leadership. I think they are more that capable have handing themselves. Kinda reminds me of Luffy's crew."[/color] he rasped, gazing at the statue that the Red Hoods created. The Marines were in over thier heads.