micromanaging and strategy, you say...

[prevail]

[Robin's been aware that he has his work cut out for him from the getgo. He just had no idea how true that really was. Once he's got books piled in a haphazard semicircle around him, complemented by charts and loose pages of notes, it's so very evident that he has quite a lot to do and not the most accurate of information to work with.

And this might not be so bad if his memory was all there, but it's...not. An accident has assured this much, so Robin has taken it upon himself to cram every bit of knowledge he can into his mind, so that he can fulfill his responsibilities as a saniwa.

One might be given to assume this means that Robin is studying all of these things for some high and important purpose. And he'd argue that it is. As time crawls by he thumbs his way through various historical texts from a slew of authors, jotting down information as he comes across it - whether it agrees or conflicts. Just as he has in days previous, this is the way he spends his downtime.

And as with the days which preceded this, he eventually falls asleep in his pile of books and notes.

What is he studying with such determinations? Why, the swords he's got to work with, of course. Nobody can have a winning strategy without first understanding what one has at one's disposal. Strengths and weaknesses, assets and flaws, it's all right there scrawled on the papers littered around him. The sole exception being the sheet of paper pressed to one side of his face, ink smeared against his cheek]


[ooc: In Robin's original canon he had a tendency to somehow find out or notice all kinds of things about his allies. And he'd write them down in a roster. Some of these things were so deeply embarrassing or private that people were willing to risk their lives to get that roster back when it was stolen in a DLC episode. Gentleswords, he now has a roster with entries about you]

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[candlecutterpikachu]

[ There are quite a few things that he notices upon arriving at this scene.

1. Oh, the Saniwa is asleep.
2. The Saniwa is asleep on his books, that means I should tidy up the place and maybe ask Kuri-kun to help me carry Saniwa to bed. But he'll probably refuse so I should ask maybe Mutsu or someone...
3. Why is the Saniwa on the floor?
4. Why is there so much paper?
5. What's on the paper - WHOA WHY IS THIS HERE WHO EVEN NOTICES THESE THINGS

He stares at the paper for a few more seconds, flicking his one-eyed gaze over the neatly handwritten lines. He is one of the swords who have less shame in what they do, so he is fine with about half of what is written there - but as for the other half... it fell past the point of embarrassing through uncool and hideous to the plain, dark and horrifying singularity of WHAT THE FUCK.

So it is with the distinctively uncomfortable air of a man who has just been informed that someone actually bothers to count his toiletries that he gently removes the paper stuck to Robin's face, pausing before shaking the human's shoulder gently. ]

Saniwa-san? Hello?

[acquazzone]

VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!!!!

[That? That is the dulcet sound of a certain spatha who's not-so-slowly working himself up into a frenzy. It's so loud, it probably shakes the entire citadel to its foundations. If his loud, thundering footsteps towards the saniwa don't do that on their own.

Shit bloody buggering fuck, what the hell is with all these papers. He's got one in his natural, flesh-and-blood hand right now, slowly crumpling as he clenches his fist tighter and tighter-- a paper with very personal information Squalo has tried so fucking hard to keep secret.

How dare he pry into his personal life. He may be Squalo's saniwa, and Squalo did make a pledge of loyalty because that's how his pride works, but what makes Robin think he has the right to do this?]

FUCKING SANIWA! What the hell are you playing at?! [He doesn't kick Robin awake, but he definitely wants to. Oh Madonna, does he want to. He wants to just do it, even if it means getting turned into scrap metal.]

WAKE UP, TRASH! I'VE GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU.

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[newtimes]

( Damn

Looking at the responses so far, I feel like Mutsu should be losing his god damn mind too but the truth is, he lost it back between the years of 1862 and 1867. There is nothing to be lost here. Everyone has their secrets that they'd rather keep to themselves and Mutsu certainly has his share as well but he's more amused that their saniwa's noticed than upset.

Truly, this is a master with an eye as sharp as the swords under his command.

Maybe he should clean up these papers before anyone else's dirty laundry gets blown about. Maybe he should read some of these for himself like dirty gossip rags. Huh, he wonders if there's anything here on one of those Shinsengumi swords. Maybe he should try to carry Robin back to his room to rest. ... Actually, for that last one, might as well just leave him here. He seems pretty comfortable.

But what is a sword to do when their master is asleep. Doing nothing seems like such a waste... )

[giftedbythunder]

[Normally, Futsu-no-Mitama wouldn't think to disturbing a snoozing saniwa. Eh, the guy's just human, got to sleep sometime. Could've picked a better spot to do it, but...

...well, perhaps he should give him a poke, he thinks. Or get him back to his room. Still, as he carefully navigates the literary minefield, he spots the characters of his name on a piece...

There are two categories of things that Robin might have found out. One, the myths and legends that Futsu himself isn't in any great hurry to clarify. He just wants to be one of the guys, after all, pull his weight...
Second, he was found making far too many rice balls in the kitchen the other day out of sheer excitement at them working right and chased a stray squirrel that got into the citadel all through the corridors.

It's the latter that's going to be the problem here.
In shock, he bursts out, flustered-]

Gah-! Wh- what's all this about?

[crayne]

[ the thing about history textbooks is that they're written by those who survived it, not the ones who lived it. tsurumaru, who had come flapping in through the open window expecting to pull a fast one on their resident saniwa, found himself instead peeling a page of notes from the desk that had caught his eye. it makes him chuckle a little-- what detailed notes, this saniwa kept, from the number of troops he's lost (too many, really, what with the way he can't camouflage for shit) to the percentage break-down of the pranks he's pulled to date so far (oh this is useful for the future), but what really makes him truly smile, perhaps a little bitterly, is the one blurb about his history tacked right on top. of course the books would've said that adachi sadayasu lived until his forties. the houjou clan had been the victors, after all, and no record would have wanted to acknowledge that the houjou clan desecrated his grave.

he supposes he should be upset, but-- well, what is it that he feels? an odd mixture of amusement, perhaps, intermingled with fondness as he looks at their sleeping saniwa. awkward personal facts and textbook history abound: well, at least one man is trying to record the swords the way they lived, if not the way they'll die, and his personal feelings on history textbooks aside (vile, vile things, only good for doorstoppers and making people cry, really), he's at least not upset about this. it's a worthwhile endeavour, and-- since nobody is watching, he can leave a few surprising marks of his own.

so he grabs the ink pen from the desk and, perched on the windowsill like his namesake, begins correcting his own history section. adachi sadayasu died at age fourteen, the fushimi fujinori shrine was a beautiful place, and in-between, all the names of the owners that he had been passed down to from hand to hand that had slipped between the cracks of history. oh, while he's at it, maybe he'll look over mikazuki's history as well, oh, kogitsunemaru brushes his hair seventeen times a day, if that's worth noting, he's noticed that yasusada's ribbon is always a little crooked, let him add in that gokotai has three different pitched screams, that little child was always so fun...





by the time robin awakes, the process of updating, changing, scribbling pictures and adding in weird jokes to everyone's profiles somehow has morphed into tsurumaru trying to build a summoning circle out of the notes in the middle of the floor. by the time he puts down the last page, he hears the subtle change in breathing of his saniwa, and looks up owlishly, waggling his fingers in greet. ]

Oh, you're awake. Did you sleep well? Say, if I gave this summoning circle a spin, do you think we could get another Nue?

[ shishio's nue, after all, has such practical usages. a twinkle in his eyes: ]

We might need Shishio-kun to slay it for us again, but think about how exciting it'd be around here if we had not one but two screaming clouds of fury?

[yaayaa]

[It's perfectly normal, at this point, to pass by the saniwa's room and see him surrounded by books and papers and things. Normally Nakigitsune wouldn't want to intrude, but seeing his saniwa asleep in the middle of all that mess....he can't help curiously wandering in to look around. You now, just for a moment.

....Hey, that paper's got his name on it.



Eventually Robin might get woken up by the sound of a fox reading interesting tidbits (quietly) aloud while Naki makes an attempt to clean up the mess he made when he accidentally knocked over one of the paper towers.]

Ooh, listen to this Nakigitsune, it says that Mikazuki-sama doesn't dress himself!

Really?

[mikazuki_munechika]

[Oh dear, what has their saniwa been up to again...? Mikazuki knows that Robin tried his hardest so they would all go out of battles successfully. But at this moment all he sees is the books and papers that are scrambled all over the room as if there had been an earthquake and their saniwa being in the middle of this mess. Well, that just means that someone has to order to this chaos, if just a little, so that Robin didn't end up with more ink on his face and important notes being ruined.

It's when the oldest of the swords stumbles over these very... special notes their saniwa made about them all.]

Hmm...

[For now the mess is forgotten and Mikazuki takes his time to look through them all.]

[reprizesal]

[The first thing Sayo noticed was that Robin's asleep in the middle of a mess. He quietly entered the room and was about to wake the saniwa up. He did see the ink smear on his cheek.

But once he's close enough, the various notes caught his attention and he thought he saw...his brothers' names?

Robin may hear the soft rustling of papers, as Sayo picked up the papers about both Souza and Kousetsu, reading them in his hands. Oh, it's about those stuff? He noticed some of them, but the rest are new to him.]

[tomestacker]

[Who also have amnesia and practically put her father up on a pedestal? Morgan does!

Despite some initial confusion over her own appearance, and her amnesia did little to explain away her own appearance, Morgan adapted surprisingly well to life at the citadel and the sword army. Mainly because well, she's a generally cheerful person and her beloved father is here!

Speaking of her father, she's heading for his room to see if he's available. For what, that's a surprise!]

Father? Oh!

[Wow, what a mess. And Father's sleeping in the middle of it all. Knowing him, all of these notes are clearly of high importance! Maybe she should get him a blanket to put over him...

Cue minor timeskip.

Morgan returns with a blanket in her hands (which may or may not resembles Yamanbagiri's...) and drapes it over her sleeping father.]

Alright, here you go.

[And then she sits down and read through these notes. And trying not to laugh too hard (or loudly) at some of them.]

[housewaki]

[ But it's such a nice spring evening, whyever would you want to spend it indoors and asleep?

Horikawa's made his way into Robin's room with a tray of tea and snacks. A hardworking saniwa should learn to take breaks, after all, Horikawa reckons, and who else to remind them of that but their swords? And yet, it seems that the saniwa already has his own ideas of catching some rest, ah...

He considers coming back later, but leaving food unattended elsewhere in the citadel is never a safe thing. One might come back to an empty plate if they're lucky.

...though there is barely any place left on Robin's table for a cup, much less a tray as-is.

And so--

If Robin should deign to wake within the next ten minutes or so, he might catch Horikawa tidying all of his papers-- arranging them in neat stacks, possibly in alphabetical order. ]