1. And nine gates has the Kyoto Palace those fragrant flowers adorn.
[Being put on display had Mikazuki accustomed to the gaze of people. While it is not pride that gives him confidence, the comments of adoration of others gives him more than enough reassurance that he was no eyesore to behold.
This task felt more suited to him, one who has understanding of court life, particularly the intricacies that would translate into the elegance portrayed through song and dance, which was signature of the Heian period in which he was born in.
Today the dojo no longer was a place of shouts and sweats, and he joins the rest chosen with anticipation.]
Let us get started, shall we?
2. Wishing to eat the fugu, but wishing to live too.
[Waiting is such a bore. One could only look at the yard that many times, the pond and flowers not being particularly exciting.
The wafting smell of food prepared hooks the hungry Mikazuki, and he finds his own feet moving themselves to the kitchen. That mythical place where delicacies magically come into existence, he has hardly stepped foot in there. Not being able to do anything useful was one reason, others being him being the cause of various accidents.
Behold, a few prepared dishes are within reach. He will just stealthily sneak over, and just do a little... appraisal.]
3. I beg you, gods, accept instead this cloth of autumn hues.
[Whoever was supposed to dress up Mikazuki had been called off to help with other chores, and the elder tachi was left alone in his own room with stacks of folded layers and trays of accessories.
As if what he wore was not already regal enough, for the festival more had to be done to make sure he could appear more elegantly than he usually did. He does not mind, after all the well-made clothes were a sign of affection from his master.
A spark of ambitiousness unfortunately pushed him to make the unwise decision of trying to dress himself, and the neatly lined-up garments turns into a pile with accessories scattered here and there, with a very tangled-up Mikazuki as a messy centerpiece.]
Could you give me a hand here?
5. Trudging through the fallen leaves amidst the mountains steep, I hear a stag cry for his mate, so loud, so sad, so deep.
[There comes a time where everyone dies. All things are doomed to perish one day.
The start of the Tale of Heike echoed this universal truth, the lamented impermanence of all things, be it human or weapon.
Mikazuki takes his place before the fire, and clasps his palms together in prayer briefly, before leaving for the person behind him. Within that pair of crescent eyes, he has seen ages. For a moment, he looks up to the sky in silent contemplation.]
6. A mighty boulder in a stream divides the foaming flow; But, reunited, on it goes, and so will we, I know.
[Mikazuki Munechika of the Tenka Goken. His name was said with awe and notoriety, his spirit being one of the hardest to call into existence. Those who did were considered exceptionally skilled, or lucky, or perhaps both.
Would this treasured sword appear tonight before any saniwa who would like to take their chance? For those confident, or those spiritually-aware enough, they would notice on this particular night, the moon was exceptionally bright.]
7. Oh, this speedy summer night has ended all too soon! So where in the clouds is it hiding, the stranded fading moon?
[A goldfish would be nice to keep in his room, or so he thought.
Mikazuki's prowess in battle however did not extend that much into goldfish scooping, and he stares a little forlornly at his several torn nets, his gaze still fixated on the orange in the water.]
Ah...what a shame.
8. Wildcard
[Anything goes! I'm up for whatever you're game for!]
no subject
[Being put on display had Mikazuki accustomed to the gaze of people. While it is not pride that gives him confidence, the comments of adoration of others gives him more than enough reassurance that he was no eyesore to behold.
This task felt more suited to him, one who has understanding of court life, particularly the intricacies that would translate into the elegance portrayed through song and dance, which was signature of the Heian period in which he was born in.
Today the dojo no longer was a place of shouts and sweats, and he joins the rest chosen with anticipation.]
Let us get started, shall we?
2. Wishing to eat the fugu, but wishing to live too.
[Waiting is such a bore. One could only look at the yard that many times, the pond and flowers not being particularly exciting.
The wafting smell of food prepared hooks the hungry Mikazuki, and he finds his own feet moving themselves to the kitchen. That mythical place where delicacies magically come into existence, he has hardly stepped foot in there. Not being able to do anything useful was one reason, others being him being the cause of various accidents.
Behold, a few prepared dishes are within reach. He will just stealthily sneak over, and just do a little... appraisal.]
3. I beg you, gods, accept instead this cloth of autumn hues.
[Whoever was supposed to dress up Mikazuki had been called off to help with other chores, and the elder tachi was left alone in his own room with stacks of folded layers and trays of accessories.
As if what he wore was not already regal enough, for the festival more had to be done to make sure he could appear more elegantly than he usually did. He does not mind, after all the well-made clothes were a sign of affection from his master.
A spark of ambitiousness unfortunately pushed him to make the unwise decision of trying to dress himself, and the neatly lined-up garments turns into a pile with accessories scattered here and there, with a very tangled-up Mikazuki as a messy centerpiece.]
Could you give me a hand here?
5. Trudging through the fallen leaves amidst the mountains steep, I hear a stag cry for his mate, so loud, so sad, so deep.
[There comes a time where everyone dies. All things are doomed to perish one day.
The start of the Tale of Heike echoed this universal truth, the lamented impermanence of all things, be it human or weapon.
Mikazuki takes his place before the fire, and clasps his palms together in prayer briefly, before leaving for the person behind him. Within that pair of crescent eyes, he has seen ages. For a moment, he looks up to the sky in silent contemplation.]
6. A mighty boulder in a stream divides the foaming flow; But, reunited, on it goes, and so will we, I know.
[Mikazuki Munechika of the Tenka Goken. His name was said with awe and notoriety, his spirit being one of the hardest to call into existence. Those who did were considered exceptionally skilled, or lucky, or perhaps both.
Would this treasured sword appear tonight before any saniwa who would like to take their chance? For those confident, or those spiritually-aware enough, they would notice on this particular night, the moon was exceptionally bright.]
7. Oh, this speedy summer night has ended all too soon! So where in the clouds is it hiding, the stranded fading moon?
[A goldfish would be nice to keep in his room, or so he thought.
Mikazuki's prowess in battle however did not extend that much into goldfish scooping, and he stares a little forlornly at his several torn nets, his gaze still fixated on the orange in the water.]
Ah...what a shame.
8. Wildcard
[Anything goes! I'm up for whatever you're game for!]