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when will our sword boy come home from the war

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Apr. 27th, 2015

mikazuki_munechika: (Default)
[personal profile] mikazuki_munechika
 [It's a warm spring day when the old sword watched the petals of the cherry blossoms dance in the wind from his spot at the porch of the citadel. Such moments of silence and peace seemed to be scarce these days, fleetingly even, just like the very cherry blossoms that he is watching at this moment. Which made it even more precious.

Mikazuki got comfortable on the porch with a tray of green tea and various sweets, such as dango and wagashi, close to him. He sat there with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep at the spot. But if someone would approach him - or try to snatch away the sweets - a pair of blue and golden cresent eyes would look at them.]

Would you like to join me?
yagen: (06)
[personal profile] yagen
[kbc got you down? artillery fire just happen to take out your cavalry? hey, it's okay. yagen understands. sometimes you're injured, but you're just not badly injured enough for the saniwa to spend forty minutes repairing you. other times, you're injured, but so is your whole party, which means you're stuck waiting your forty minutes... and everyone else's. just to fix up a couple of scratches. not really worth it, huh?

in times like these, you can always visit yagen's highly professional emergency clinic — which is really just his room, and not very professional at all, but who really cares, right? you can trust him; he's a doctor. except he's not that kind of doctor. he might not even be a doctor at all.]


Have a seat. What seems to be the problem?
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