It’s a special time of year and the sword army is invited to come down from their citadels and celebrate. What? A summer festival, an offering to the gods, or perhaps a special ceremony of sorts. The normally quiet, rural village at the foot of the mountains will transform for the night with lanterns, fireworks, and music all around but first! Some preparations need to be done. Did you really think you would be invited down here without having to do some work? Prepare to dance, prepare to sing, prepare for a night of fun.
1. CEREMONY PRACTICE
At the citadel, a new chore has been added to the list: ceremonial practice! The swords selected to perform at the festival will have to practice their song and dance or else they'll risk embarrassment in front of the crowds. Or maybe this entire thing is embarrassing... either way, this is your duty! Saniwa's orders! Where and when is up to you but you better be ready.
2. PREPARING THE OFFERINGS
Those who aren’t practicing have been going on a lot of expeditions lately, haven’t they? Some of the materials brought back from missions has been set aside to take to the festival and offer later. The same can be said for the crops in the field, the alcohol that is suddenly off limits, and ah… do you smell that food from the kitchen? Yeah, that isn’t for you either. These are offerings to the gods though so don’t you dare try to get greedy! Are you listening?!
3. SPECIAL CLOTHES
You can’t wear those same old clothes. They’re all torn and worn or just not appropriate at all for the type of festival you’re going to. The organization has all of your measurements and has sent special robes for the spirits and saniwa to wear. It even comes complete with accessories! What’s taking you so long? We should have left twenty minutes ago. Do you need help? Or are you trying to perfect your appearances for your big debut?
4. PERFORMANCE
Everyone is dancing and everyone is singing. Are you one of the performers? Or are they dancing to you? What kind of songs are you hearing? What dances are you watching? Did you see the ceremonial sword dance? Or maybe you were invited to dance in a special performance with your saniwa! When the performance is over, make sure to congratulate the performers on a job well done… or tease your friend.
5. PAY RESPECTS
After the festive ceremonies, a more somber moment takes place. Remember, we are fighting a war and it’s important to remember those that have fallen. The swords that were broken and damaged beyond repair are gathered up and taken to a sacred fire so that their spirits can be purified and reborn. Later, all of those offerings you have been saving are offered up to the gods for their blessings. One by one, you can come up to the shrine or fire and say your prayers.
6. SPECIAL SUMMONING
What better day to summon a sword spirit on the day you’ve made offerings to the gods and have prayed for good fortune? Maybe it’s a first-time saniwa summoning their first spirit or a veteran saniwa trying their luck. Maybe a saniwa has tried to purify a particularly corrupt sword tonight... Either way, a special spirit is going to be born tonight. Are you the spirit? Happy summoning day to you all.
7. FESTIVITIES
The ceremonies are finally over! Wow, that sure took up a lot of time, huh? There are still a couple of more hours left in the night so enjoy the festivities. Try the food, play the shooting games, win a couple of prizes. How many goldfish can you catch? Or maybe the important question is: How are you going to take care of this goldfish? At the end of the night, you can catch the fireworks before the night ends.
8. WILDCARD
Pick your own adventure.
This is a meme inspired by this plurk. What if the saniwa had to perform other duties besides just summoning swords to fight? What if they had to take part in special ceremonies? What if they had to invite their swords to perform with them? Feel free to get as creative as you want with this prompt as far as things like: Why are they celebrating? How often do they get to leave the citadel? Etc.
[ For once, to be pulled out of horsekeeping to tend to another new chore is slightly exciting. He doesn't mind doing his work, it gives him time to think about other things and even have time to himself. Well, that's what Yamato thought would be the case but that's not it at all as he finds that there are songs that he must learn. He's not the best musically inclined sword but he's never recited anything like this in his life.
Closing his eyes for a moment as he takes in what's going on, there's some sort of celebration that's going on and for what — he's yet to know the answer. Looking off to the side, he catches someone with with the same sheet that he has and he takes this chance to speak on the matter. ]
You don't mind if I have your time for a moment, do you?
✿ two. glutton for punishment.
[ It's not the sake that Yamato is after, oh no, it's kind of hard when you smell something so good from the kitchen and even though he is responsible — sometimes you can't help but be hungry. It's not that he can pass as a person who's helping to cook for the food or.. maybe he can? He just wants one bite and that'll be all — he can't get in trouble can he? At times, the uchigatana can remain by the rules but when it comes to wanting a taste of what smells so good — one does have to be a rebel.
Finding himself inside of the kitchen, he slowly ducks down just a bit as he moves forward but it isn't long until he bumps into someone. Someone who perhaps.. has the same idea as him! Are they stealing food too? Did they just want to watch how it was being made. There's a shocked look on Yamato's features as he speaks up, trying to get the other person's attention. Though his voice is low so that they both aren't caught. ]
Hey, don't you know you're not supposed to be in here?
[ Not like he's supposed to be here either! ]
✿ three. help me out!
[ No. What is this? He's not wearing this, he's not having this today and he swears to something that he's not putting makeup around his eyes? What if he stabs his eye out? Yamato is not having it, as much as celebrations are important to have and everyone can come together from it. He doesn't want to wear anything that means the removal of his scarf or the haori that he dons in remembrance of his master.
A new outfit? A few bangles and other things? Honestly! He isn't having this! Picking up the few accessories that comes along with it — maybe he can pass this onto someone else. It's the first person that he sees is who becomes his prey, running towards the other with a concerned look on his features. ]
You've been chosen! You have to come with me, if you don't wear the outfit and accessories that were meant for you.. You'll miss your debut.
[ Well, maybe Yamato will be missing his Own debut, but he doesn't want to do this and as he places the gold bangles in the other's palm. ]
I'll even help you.
✿ seven. please catch me like 18 fish, perhaps,
[ The fish that swim around in their little habitat are quite cute, little goldfish mixed with koi as they all follow one another. It's hypnotizing for some but for Yamato, it's calming and he could walk it forever. It's not until he's handed a little net in order to try and catch either of that's set out for fun. It's adorable really but Yamato doesn't fair too well when it comes to games like this — looking both left and right, he finds someone who's not that far away and the uchigatana does what he does best. ]
Excuse me, did you want to try?
[ Besides, the cooldown of the festivities are just as grand and there's many ways for one to have fun like this. Perhaps, these are the best parts of it where everyone can just finally relax and enjoy themselves. Have a few talks or just eat to their hearts content but for now, catching a few fish would be just as nice, right? ]
Besides, it seems like you're looking for something to do.
✿ eight. wildcard.
[ :) lets have fun, rp with me, lets do anything im about it! ]
i. [ naturally, it's not just his spirits preparing for tonight. he's done this once before, but that was a year ago and he'd been a brand-new saniwa at the time-- he'd been required to do only the most basic dance, and that had been nerve-wracking and embarrassing enough. this time, as a surprisingly successful saniwa, there's a lot more to do and prepare for. ('surprisingly' because, doubtless, no one had expected a half-trained country bumpkin to actually live this long, much less have such a prosperous citadel and such stalwart spiritual allies.)
it's probably no surprise to his swords, then, that haru's been practicing every spare moment he has, basically anywhere he can, small form moving awkwardly through the steps--though less awkward as the days pass--serious face screwed up with intense concentration.
he's in the courtyard now, actually, in a tank-top and sweatpants rolled halfway up his calves, feet bare in the grass. the spirit that lives in the nearest tree is stretched out over a branch, clearly trying not to laugh at the poor, uncomfortable saniwa, and haru is clearly attempting to ignore her. it's probably why he doesn't notice someone approach-- right up until he spins and runs right into them. immediately, his concentration and what little grace he'd achieved are gone, and he windmills his arms in an attempt to keep his balance, yelping in surprise. ]
iii. We're gonna' be late. We're definitely gonna' be late.
[ haru's been muttering that under his breath for the last minute or so, small hands carefully and quickly--dressing mikazuki sure has paid off--working at some of the more fiddly, decorative bits on the elaborate clothing the organization sent him to wear. he feels stupid, he's sure he looks stupid in such expensive clothes, and what the heck is he expected to do with his hair?
he turns, pale eyes stressed, pretty haircombs still clenched in one hand as if he's considering throwing them (he's not a girl, and he's not a sword-spirit, he'll definitely look dumb in these). despite his concerns, though, this is probably the nicest he's ever looked for his spirits. ]
Are you done? Do you need help?
iv. [ haru's still blushing and shaking a little once he and his spirit finally step off the stage. somehow, he'd managed not to mess up, and he doesn't think he looked too stiff.. hopefully not so much that he'd embarrassed his spirit, anyway. he'd certainly been perfect, anyway, so maybe all eyes had been on him instead of noticing haru.
he takes a deep, relieved breath, a hand lifting to clutch at the fabric over his chest. ]
My heart's still beating like crazy. [ he glances over. ] I'm really sorry I'm no good at this. Hopefully none of the others will tease you about it.
vii. [ that sure is haru trotting up with two candied apples. even now, he's almost unrecognizable in his festival clothing, but his pale eyes, size, and typical expressionlessness is pretty telling, anyway.
he stops, offering one out, pale eyes warming. ] Have you had one of these before?
viii. [ hit me with whatever! most of his prompts are aimed toward swords, but feel free to have other saniwa, spirits, etc. approach him! ]
► 1: Practice [This was perhaps one of the most curious decisions ever made by the saniwa. Yagen was not a refined sword at all, the field of the arts was never something he hold an interest in due to his battlefield heavy history. Yet, when he was chosen for the dancing ceremony, Yagen had actually shown surprise for a moment before he accepted the assignment.
General's orders, after all.
With how busy everyone was getting ready for the festival and ceremony, Yagen had taken to using either the courtyard, dojo or the bedroom he shared with his brothers to practice in, as long they're not too occupied. Anyone who came across those areas would see Yagen diligently and carefully practice the dance.
If you take away the spiritual and emotional significance, a dance was just a series of specific movements. Like that, he can actually dance pretty well if he's careful...]
► 3: Dress Up [... Okay, they finally stumped him.
The clothes and accessories felt almost too fanciful for him. They would look better on another sword, like Midare or Ichigo. And there's also the makeup that's required as well.
While Yagen have a certain amount of pride in himself, it wouldn't stop him from asking others for help. He didn't wish to bring embarrassment to his master for his poor appearance.
So he approached someone and, after confirming that they were free right now, gained their help with dressing himself up.]
Thank you for helping me with this.
► 5: Respects [Now this, he understand all too well. Nobunaga Oda was never one to dwell on the fallen, but his previous masters before him do.
Already back in his normal attire after his dance, Yagen watched quietly as others paid their respects, the broken and damaged swords being gathered for the sacred fire and at familiar faces - either from his General's army or another saniwa's - made their offerings. Until it's time for him to step up and give his own offerings to the gods.
At his core, Yagen doesn't pray to the gods like the priestly swords. He worked and take victories with his own efforts. But sometimes, during moments like this, he let his guard down and pray.]
► 7: Festivities [Whether he's by himself or dragged by his brothers, Yagen do enjoy himself at the festival. Sometimes he's trying the food, while other times he's playing the games and winning prizes for others.
Or maybe he's competing at the shooting game with others. He's been eyeing a few prizes on the shelf. Maybe his brothers would like this...]
[Where there is food, there is Namazuo. As one of the swords who doesn't mind working in the fields, it's easier on everyone to send him out there, especially since he's less likely to throw mud than he is other materials of a smellier constitution. (Or is he.)
So it's Namazuo's job to help bring in food from the fields for tonight's ceremony. But apparently he's lost his partner somewhere, because he's carrying far too many cabbages for someone with such short arms to handle. He can barely see past his mountain of crops, so it's probably no surprise when he rounds a corner and doesn't see you coming.
Do you collide in an epic cabbage disaster?! Or are you fast enough to prevent an accident? Are you a jerk that's going to trip him up for funzies? TAKE YOUR PICK, have at him, save this poor tiny nerd somehow.]
3. Clothing
This can't be right, can it...?
[Namazuo doesn't dress up. Despite his time with Hideyori, he doesn't really like formality, and he doesn't generally like having too many layers on. His corporeal body is always so warm, and it's too easy to get uncomfortably hot. So more often than not, he wears few layers, casual clothing, and light material.
But this is a ceremony, and he's a good sport, so he didn't put up a fuss when he was given his fancy new clothes. There's just one problem, though--he has no idea how to put them on himself.
Has he enlisted your help, O Wise Fashionista? Or have you overheard him talking to himself and puzzling out all these complicated layers? SERIOUSLY, SAVE THIS POOR TINY NERD.]
5. Prayers
[Maybe it's surprising to those who don't know him, but Namazuo can be serious. He tries to keep the atmosphere light and fun for everyone's sake, true, but he knows when that's inappropriate. This is a time for quiet respect, and while he's not as spiritual as the other swords, it's only right to pay respects to those who have fallen.
You can catch him having a quiet moment, here, as he contemplates what to pray for. He's said his respects to the dead and broken already. But what of his comrades now? His family? The future?]
7. Festivities
[After everything is said and done, Namazuo is bouncing around, trying out everything he possibly can. The food is a big one, of course (how are there so many flavors of shaved ice?!), but so are the games. Games! Who doesn't love games?
At the moment, he's playing the goldfish game, because of course he is... Fish Solidarity!! Or something. Apparently the goldfish he really wants isn't a fan of catfish, though, because try as he might, Namazuo just. can't. catch the damn thing.
He gets close, so close, but just as he's about to scoop it up, the little bastard darts away and Namazuo makes a forlorn noise.]
► 1: Oh Gods Why Him [Instead of his usual chores - fieldwork or horsekeeping - Yamanbagiri found himself being chosen to practice for the ceremony. Although he's been doing better than he used to be when it comes to his self consciousness and complex, this was... almost too much for him to consider?
The idea of being watched by many people as he dance almost made him want to hide, but since it's the master's orders, he just obediently obey.
Perhaps if anyone's lucky, they might catch a rare sight of Yamanbagiri practice dancing... without his white cloak on in his room or in the empty dojo. Since he can't wear it during the real ceremony, he should get used to this.]
► 3: But his cloak tho [He doesn't mind being dressed up, even though it feels too fancy for him. It means he looked a little more different from the original Yamanbagiri. That's how he go along with this.
It's just... his face would be exposed and he can't wear his usual cloak during the dance. He looks up at the other person helping him get ready.]
... There's no way for me to wear something on my head? [Beside this bright hairclip in his hair.] To cover myself, I mean.
► 4: Dance [Despite his nerves and bubbling doubts, Yamanbagiri performed the dance perfectly and almost beautifully. By the time he finished, he left the stage with his face growing pink from embarrassment and shyness. The sounds of the crowd's appreciation and clapping filled the air behind him.
Oh gods, he danced and everyone watched him. Maybe if he's lucky, he can slip back to the changing room and avoid meeting everyone...
[ Despite everyone's attempts to dance and join in on the ceremonies themselves Kousetsu will be holed up in the kitchen to help with food preparations for the feast and ceremonies to come. He'll be praying over said foods in a way to bless them and to purify them as well. You might catch him in the act, offering up a pray of gratitude for the bountiful harvest they have had this year. Feel free to bug him or offer to help that sure is a...large amount of veggies that needs a chopping. ]
III. FANCY CLOTHES
[ Well Kousetsu isn't often too bothering by appearances but this patterned kesa robe he was now wearing was really quite fancy. He's normally not one to be too self-conscious about his appearance but it does take him sometime to finally step out in it. His stoic expression remains as he looks at himself and his new garments for the ceremony. There's a long pause before he finally speaks, his brows knit in consternation. ]
...these are quite beautiful. [ HE HOPES HE DOESN'T GET THEM DIRTY?! Why can't he just wear his normal clothes. ]
VII. FESTIVITIES
[ Kousetsu will be milling about trying new things, tasting all sorts of strange culinary items they don't particularly have the pleasure to try most days. You can find him trying his luck at the goldfish game, and he actually might get a few too. He will turn to whoever might be watching intently and hold out the plastic bag filled with goldfish towards them. ]
If you would like...you may have them. [ Nice sword is nice, just take them so he doesn't get sad?! Anyway he can be found elsewhere if fishies are not your thing. Perhaps he will be sitting upon one of the many grass hillsides waiting for the fireworks to start. ]
2. Guarding the Food ( This is clearly some sort of reverse psychology sly manipulation tactic. There's a huge pile of goodies on a table in the kitchen, all ready to be carried off to the festival tomorrow morning. Right there... free for anyone to sneak an orange or a candy or maybe something small that surely no one would notice. What is the saniwa thinking keeping this sort of treasure out in the open? Apparently, they're thinking ahead.
... Clearly the solution is to get the swords most likely to be tempted to snatch a treat or two and put them on guard duty. It's hard to steal a rice cake when you're suddenly accountable for the entire hoard. So here's Mutsu, taking the first shift (because let's be real, he isn't the only sword being singled out here). There's a pile of prepared food right behind him and he's.... making a point of not looking. No! He's making a point of not even thinking about it! He'll protect the offerings...! Until the next sword takes over. )
7. You get a toy and you get a toy and everyone gets a toy ( At the festival, Mutsu's clothes are fairly plain and simple compared to some of the more elaborate costumes and casual clothes prepared for the other swords. He wouldn't have it any other way though. As far as he's concerned, the clothes the organization has prepared for him are perfect.
He's also taken to the shooting games! Heh heh, a game like this is no match for Sakamoto Ryoma's sword. Bang, bang, bang! After a few rounds, Mutsu's won quite a collection of stuffed animals. BUT HE'S GOING TO SHOW YOU EVERYTHING HE WON and try to pass some off to you because he also can't hold all of these stuffed animals. )
1. ( Maki is one of the younger saniwa performing tonight but there's no reason to hope for a pass from judging eyes. She's been raised by the sages for most of her life and this isn't her first ceremony-- it isn't even her second. Shes' been participating in these things for as long as she can remember, whether it was behind the scenes and helping with the offerings or doing the group dances with the training sages. This is, however, her first year performing with one of her own swords.
Maki has chosen her sword already and is practicing with you. Yes, you. She's already gotten her steps down but her focus now is making sure you have the right steps. She's sitting on the patio, singing the performance song and clapping along with the beat, observing you practice. She's a patient teacher but it became clear from the beginning that she was going to take this very seriously. At the end of the first section, she stops singing and stands, applauding. )
You're getting better at this! ( She comes around and takes her position in front of you, ) Are you ready for the next part?
( Whaaaaat? No break??? No! And you haven't even tried to do this in full dress yet! )
5. ( Everything that she's done, she's taken seriously. Her training, her work at the citadel, and preparing for the festival. Of course this night was meant to be one of celebration and fun but this is the most important part to her. Hands together, she closes her eyes and bows her head, praying silently before the fire. She's there for a long time before she finally takes her leave, returning down the steps to the one that had escorted her to the prayer site, )
8. Wildcarding ( At a festival so focused on the gods and the spirits, it's only natural that the event would attract a few visitors. The wind spirits are dancing amongst the crowds and the spirit of the river is watching from the banks. The night is clear, the air is cool, and the spirits are at work, doing small favors in return to keep this night an enjoyable one.
You pass a certain area, however, and the air is humid. It's almost uncomfortable how wet it feels but you aren't anywhere near water. Or so you think.
Saniwa and spirit alike will be able to zone in on the source-- a blue haired girl in western dress, watching the crowds with a critical eye. Everyone around her is having fun. Heck, you were having a fun but this particular spirit is unimpressed. Her arms are crossed, an umbrella hanging from her arm. She catches you watching her and her eyes flit in your direction, but she makes no effort to address you any other way.
Gee, what's her problem? The air around her is stuffy, like her attitude. It's warm and wet and combined with the summer air... it feels like a storm could come at any moment. Tread carefully. This one is a powerful spirit. )
[It's not that Mirai is having trouble putting on the ceremonial robes, as years of doing this has given her practice to learn how to wear these things without suffering too much. Not at all, but she is certainly taking her time. Really taking her time with putting her hair up along with the hair pins. As one of the elder saniwas who has been doing this for a long time, she needs to look like a veteran and perfect like she is still a young maiden.
Someone... should remind her about the time. Or help her get her hair done as she seems to be lost in her own little world in her head as she works on her hair, humming one of the songs softly.]
4.
See? That wasn't so bad.
[As her and her spirit stepped off the stage after finishing their performance, she gives them a reassuring smile. Okay there was some pressure since judging eyes get more stricter on the performances by older saniwas, but she kept her partner calm (or as calm as she can) and repeated to only focus on her, not the crowd. Practice was a little intense with her, but with firm teaching and a right schedule, she believes the result is satisfactory.]
[ Helios has heard about this festival quite a few times, but the school was always so busy that he never had the chance to attend. Regardless he's definitely here now and he is so excited?! Please pay no heed to the adult that looks like a kid in a candy shop. Cultural festivals happen to be his jam though so the man looks about with some eager happiness.
You can run into him anywhere just chowing down on some food or even joining in the festivities. At some point he'll be letting loose some colorful, iridescent, animals made of light and his own magic. Dragons, fish, birds and whatever else you can think of. They're all galloping, swimming, and frolicking through the air silent but majestic as they do so. Some of them might even come across your character and dance around them as if wanting to play. Think of it as an added little bonus to the festivities and you don't even need to pay! ]
[You'd think Aizen would be someone who would take this lightly, but NO. NO THIS IS A FESTIVAL THEY'RE PREPARING FOR HERE. THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS.
Even if others play around him, Aizen is hard at work getting things done, making sure everyone who is doing the cooking is getting their ingredients (he's the second fastest sword! He'll get everything prepared in no time!!)
Aizen's actually really good at this. He's a sword of Aizen Myou'ou after all, his entire form is an offering!]
Okay, what's next!
SEVEN
Matsuri, matsuri!!
[Aizen Kunitoshi is excited!! The day has a grand finale, one with a festival! And what better way to end a day full of excitement and making friends than with a festival. They maybe swords, but now they also have emotions and feelings, and the passion of humanity. Having fun will let them appreciate this a whole lot more.
But there's so much to do, where to even start?]
Oi, you! Come on, let's go over there! [He's already tugging on the sleeve of the nearest person/sword/someone.]
We are going to be late if you do not hurry with your preparations.
[Hirano? Already done with dressing himself up for the festival. An escort must always be prepared ahead of time so he can help bring people to the festival, from his own brothers to his master. And well... You are taking too long for him even if he's trying really hard not to rush you or be rude!!!
Okay a little rushing. He peeks his head into the room, his very decorative hair pin making small chimes as he moves his head.]
Do you need assistance?
7.
[Somewhere in this festival, he can hear Aizen's partying in the distance.
That's not the focus here, but Hirano is playing the shooting games and generally saying close to the game area since it's a popular place for some of his brothers. Not the best shot, but he's getting better at winning some smaller prizes. Plus this is a good skill to keep in touch for the future.
When playing the game, he's very focused so please do not break his concentration... Or do. An escort never gets a break after all.]
[Swords? What of a country! Vietnam is here because she heard about the festivals and rituals the swords do, and she wanted to witness it herself. Think of this as a trip to lend support and have a cultural experience.
That being said, she's not going to sit back when they're rushing around like this.]
THREE
[She actually wanted to come help out in the kitchen, but you know what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen. She will go back later, she has her instructions she can help prepare your food! For now, she walks around to find something she can help out with. Even dusting, seriously.
That was when she heard a bit of a ruckus near where the clothes and robes are. Knocking on the sliding door to make sure everyone is presentable--]
Hello? Are you in need of assistance?
[She can help sort things out, or repair your robes or make adjustments. Trust her hands. She's a pro when it comes to fabric.
When it comes to your make up and hair though, tell her what you want! Or she'll do your nails, she's great at that. Look at her own perfect ones.]
FOUR
[This is wondrous! It's not the first time she's seen a sword dance, but has she ever seen a sword dance with swords before? There's something rather mystical about it. She keeps her cheering and applauding to a minimum though, as to respect their performance. It is something to be appreciated with grace and poise.
When they are done:]
FOUR: A
[--She may approach you.] That was a splendid dance! I am honoured to have witnessed it.
FOUR: B
[--Or maybe you're with her in the audience. She will turn to you to comment.] That was beautiful, no?
EIGHT
[Wildcard me!!!! GIVE ME ANYTHING /pitbull dance.]
[ Orders are orders. Work is work. Even if his daily behaviour never shows it, Nameless is as aware or the spiritual side of things as he does his fighting duties. His old master had done the same, after all.
When the other swords are practicing their own performances, he keeps his distance, choosing to not watch nor join in. Instead, he can be found in one of the more deserted corners of the Citadel, pacing around with a black fan unfurled in one hand.
After a while he settles down into a solemn stance, and starts reciting something in the form of a warrior dance. ]
Fifty years, a man's lifetime. Compared to the days of Heaven, it is but a dream.
All who are given life - [ here he half-spins and shuts his fan with a snap ] - will be fated to end in death...!
[ When he finishes, his expression is one of uncertainty. Evidently it didn't turn out the way he wanted it to be.
He looks at his hands for a while, turning them over and examining some unseen pattern. If one has been around the new tachi more than a few times, they might notice that this is something he does quite often. ]
5;
[ He waits for his turn, as always - hanging around at the rear of those gathered near the bonfire, choosing not to go close until most of the other swords and saniwas had finished what they intended to do.
When the flow of people in has slowed to a trickle, he finally approaches - his festival clothes plain purple, dyed without patterns, the single Oda crest sewn into the back its only decoration.
They told him that Shokudaikiri Mitsutada had died in a fire and came back as someone else.
Who was him.
Fire causes amnesia, doesn't it?
So he takes out his fan and throws it abruptly into the flames, black fabric and wooden frame glittering briefly in the heart of the fire before it roars and swallows the offering whole.
Then he turns on his heel and practically flees. ]
7;
[ It'll probably take a while to hunt down Nameless, given how fast he seems to slip away - but eventually he has to come out, sitting on the steps leading into the courtyard with a drink in his hand.
That's it. No company, no food, nothing. He's either an ascetic or has a fundamental misunderstanding of what festivals are supposed to be. ]
[ Being dragged into the kitchen to help prepare the rest of the tasty smelling food? People are really simple around here, but sure, Sano will help. Anyway, handling sharp objects is one of his specialties, right? Well, sort of! So here he is, chopping away at a dangerously fast pace with a blank face as he stares down at the food before him.
Chop. Chop. Chop-- Did someone just walk in? ]
Oh. [ His hand slips. He cuts himself. ]
It's bleeding. [ ... Maybe he'll just ... Stick his finger in his mouth. Yeah. While he's staring at whoever came in with a bored expression, trying to say 'why are you in here'. ]
3. I can help ??? maybe???
This is stupid, why do I have to wear so many layers?
[ Ugh... Isn't his other clothes enough? Okay, maybe not. He fights in those, and they get messy all the time. Though, he still doesn't see why he has to do this. Yeah, yeah festival stuff. Although, his apathy is getting in the way tonight. ] Do you really expect me to move in this?
[ Hmph. ] Oh. Do you need help too? If you rip anything I can sew, I guess. I do it all the time.
7. i'm not about this life.. ugh
That was a lot of work. [ Maybe Sano can finally rest after participating in all those ceremonies. ]
Some people are so simple, though. [ Staring at the people who seem sooo happy about catching a goldfish in a tiny net. Yeah, he doesn't get it. ] Is there really anything interesting to do here?
[ Please help him. His type of 'fun' is different from the rest. ]
8. WILD CARD GOOOO
[ frick... I'm so open to anything. please surprise me?? maybe? :) ]
[ Mitsutada doesn't really have any complaints about his normal chores. Oh no. That wouldn't be very neat of him if he did. He leaves the complaining to Kasen, mostly, who is much better at it than he is. Instead, he goes about picking weeds, feeding horses, or training without fussing too much. After all, a sword is only as good as what he's weakest at, right?
However, he can say there's a bit of relief as he's asked to perform a different sort of task instead of weeding the garden for the third time this week. The relief turns into a bit of anxiety as he's told what exactly needs to be done. A ceremonial performance?
He has to make this look cool!
What's the point otherwise? He doesn't want to be embarrassing. Except, he's never really been one for ceremony. Just what is he supposed to do here? Concentration clearly etched into his expression, he walks down the hall of the Citadel, murmuring ideas to himself. ]
Maybe...?
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[ If there's one thing Mitsutada feels absolutely good about, it's his sense of fashion. He and his two brothers all have this down pat, he thinks, as he pulls a nicely pressed overcoat out of the closet. Tsurumaru looks great with his bright and sparkling whites, Ookurikara may not dress very formally, but he still had this edge to him (ha).
As for himself, he knows he looks best in colors that are darker, accentuating his height and the sharpness of his features.
This is unfortunately backfiring on him right now, because he can't choose which looks better. Will it be the navy blue and cream trim or the black and gold? Making a soft noise of frustration, he lays both coats out on the futon, deciding the pros and cons.
He's going to be late if he keeps thinking about this.
Stepping away from the futon, he pokes his head out of his room, seeing if there's anyone passing that can help him with this small thing. Nevermind that he's only half dressed. ]
Excuse me, do you have a moment?
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[ With all the chaos around them, it's nice to be enclosed in a small area of relative silence.
The shrine is bright, a flickering flame ensconcing everyone near it in a red-orange glow. Mitsutada doesn't stand too close– he remembers, somewhere deep in his chest, how the fire feels. To be forged and repaired. He's seen fellow swords shatter or break clean. Some are re-forged and others are beyond help. Here, it's the latter he watches. It's a quiet send off, there aren't any hushed whispers he can offer them.
They fought well and they'll get their rest now. He'll look forward to fighting alongside their familiar auras again someday. With a respectful bow of his head, he wishes for peace, even if it means he won't be in this form afterwards. ]
[Dancing is something that Lapis considers herself a natural at, but that didn't mean she could skip out on practice! This had to be completely perfect - the last thing she wanted to do is fail when the others were working so hard, and she certainly didn't want to embarrass them! So whenever she had a free moment, she would through herself in practicing, going over the steps again and again to make sure that she had this dance perfected by the time of the ceremony.
And since today was a free day, she's gonna spend every moment practicing in one of the more quiet rooms of the citadel, so that she wouldn't be a nuisance to anyone. Though maybe someone should tell her to stop soon, she's been at it for a while now... Especially since she skipped breakfast so that she could practice.]
7. Plz don't call ghostbusters
[Now that everything is done, it's time to enjoy the festival! Or at least that's the idea, but Lapis has decided to go sit in a more quiet area for now. She's thrilled that the dance went well and that everyone is now enjoying themselves, but she figures that for a little, she'll go talk to the spirits that were watching the festivities.
Since it's a darker area of the court yard that she's sitting in, the spirits float around her like smalls orbs of light, almost like fireflies. She's happily chatting away to them as she munches on some of the food she snagged, and if she spots anyone nearby, she'll happily wave to them. Not acting like it's at all unusual that she's hanging out with little light orbs.]
8. Wildcard [Hit me with anything, I am completely open!! /o/]
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!]
[it definitely wasn't hard for Iwatooshi to switch gears and do exclusively fieldwork rather than fighting. If it got him moving, he liked it! And he knew he was needed for such a task- a group of the smaller swords could bring in quite a few loads from the fields, but Iwatooshi could easily double their supply in one trip.]
Is this enough??
[he asks, arms full of assorted crops, and he doesn't look like he'll be getting tired any time soon.]
iii. fa... shi... on?? what is???
[it wasn't that Iwatooshi hated getting dressed up, more so that he just wasn't good at it. Getting used to a human body was hard, adding clothes on top was worse, and now you want him to change into something even more complex? He's not dainty by any means, so this is proving to be quite difficult for him.
Still, he doesn't want to disappoint, so he's doing his best to get dressed without much assistance. That is, until one of his nails snags on a sleeve and tears the slightest bit of fabric-- wow, that's not good at all. It might be an amusing sight to see, this huge sword hunched over in a small room, trying to be so delicate with the small clips and accessories... that is, it would be amusing if he didn't look so downright defeated. Brows furrowed, teeth bared in something between a frown and a snarl.
Yeah, he's gonna' need some help.]
vii (a). 999 fish!!
[if there are prizes to be won, Iwatooshi is already there. If you stumble upon him now, you'll see him crouching at the small goldfish pool, taking the game way too seriously. He's already caught a small handful of fish, and he's still aiming to snag whichever ones decide to swim his way.
You might want to stop him before he empties the pool.]
vii (b). boom crack spark
[even as the night dwindles to an end, the ever-energetic naginata is still ready to soak up as much of the festivites as he can. And there were going to be fireworks?!! He needed to see that, but not without inviting something to go with him! Such a spectacular sight should be shared.]
Hey! Do you want to go see the fireworks with me?? I'll carry you on my shoulders if crowds bother you!
[He reaches out a hand, smiling brightly as the invitation was extended.]
[ "I have never been outside before, will you come with me?" A question easily asked, perhaps also easily answered. It's by someone's side that Hiyori walks the festival, eyes opened wide to take in the vast sight before her eyes. Lit paths, crowded stores, a large stage decorated with flowers and lanterns, so bright her eyes hurt just looking at all of it.
She walks by her companion's side, the high-heeled sandals keeping her strides in check in spite of her excitement. Cries of happiness, scents of delicious food... She blinks, stopping by a small empty store with a wall of flower pinwheels. ]
Fake...flowers? They do not look as beautiful, but they are quite pretty...
[ Still, she doesn't understand. Why sell fake flowers when you can have real ones? Curiously, she turns to her companion. ]
Do you like them?
02: FESTIVITIES 2.0
Excuse me... I am sorry to interrupt your enjoyment..
[ The speaker is a young girl dressed in a red yukata. Her hands placed demurely in front of her, she smiles up or down at whoever she's addressing. ]
I seem to have lost my companion. [ The smile turns somewhat sheepish, as she remembers how she was told she would definitely, most definitely get lost... ] He told me to wait by the first aid tent should we ever get separated, but I do not know where it is... If it does not trouble you, will you teach me the way?
03: FAREWELL, MAY WE MEET AGAIN
[ She remembers--a gentle blade, slowing heartbeat, dying breath. Blades in her hands: wounded spirits with nowhere else to turn to, and even then she had failed them. Failed her duty. Hiyori closes her eyes, and waits for her turn. When it comes, she steps towards the altar and places them gently there before stepping back into her place.
Only then, whether beside someone familiar or not, does she let herself cry. ]
4.0 WILDCARD
[ Did you somehow end up hurting yourself? The black-haired girl by the first aid tent only has to touch you in order to make the pain stop. ]
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[ For once, to be pulled out of horsekeeping to tend to another new chore is slightly exciting. He doesn't mind doing his work, it gives him time to think about other things and even have time to himself. Well, that's what Yamato thought would be the case but that's not it at all as he finds that there are songs that he must learn. He's not the best musically inclined sword but he's never recited anything like this in his life.
Closing his eyes for a moment as he takes in what's going on, there's some sort of celebration that's going on and for what — he's yet to know the answer. Looking off to the side, he catches someone with with the same sheet that he has and he takes this chance to speak on the matter. ]
You don't mind if I have your time for a moment, do you?
✿ two. glutton for punishment.
[ It's not the sake that Yamato is after, oh no, it's kind of hard when you smell something so good from the kitchen and even though he is responsible — sometimes you can't help but be hungry. It's not that he can pass as a person who's helping to cook for the food or.. maybe he can? He just wants one bite and that'll be all — he can't get in trouble can he? At times, the uchigatana can remain by the rules but when it comes to wanting a taste of what smells so good — one does have to be a rebel.
Finding himself inside of the kitchen, he slowly ducks down just a bit as he moves forward but it isn't long until he bumps into someone. Someone who perhaps.. has the same idea as him! Are they stealing food too? Did they just want to watch how it was being made. There's a shocked look on Yamato's features as he speaks up, trying to get the other person's attention. Though his voice is low so that they both aren't caught. ]
Hey, don't you know you're not supposed to be in here?
[ Not like he's supposed to be here either! ]
✿ three. help me out!
[ No. What is this? He's not wearing this, he's not having this today and he swears to something that he's not putting makeup around his eyes? What if he stabs his eye out? Yamato is not having it, as much as celebrations are important to have and everyone can come together from it. He doesn't want to wear anything that means the removal of his scarf or the haori that he dons in remembrance of his master.
A new outfit? A few bangles and other things? Honestly! He isn't having this! Picking up the few accessories that comes along with it — maybe he can pass this onto someone else. It's the first person that he sees is who becomes his prey, running towards the other with a concerned look on his features. ]
You've been chosen! You have to come with me, if you don't wear the outfit and accessories that were meant for you.. You'll miss your debut.
[ Well, maybe Yamato will be missing his Own debut, but he doesn't want to do this and as he places the gold bangles in the other's palm. ]
I'll even help you.
✿ seven. please catch me like 18 fish, perhaps,
[ The fish that swim around in their little habitat are quite cute, little goldfish mixed with koi as they all follow one another. It's hypnotizing for some but for Yamato, it's calming and he could walk it forever. It's not until he's handed a little net in order to try and catch either of that's set out for fun. It's adorable really but Yamato doesn't fair too well when it comes to games like this — looking both left and right, he finds someone who's not that far away and the uchigatana does what he does best. ]
Excuse me, did you want to try?
[ Besides, the cooldown of the festivities are just as grand and there's many ways for one to have fun like this. Perhaps, these are the best parts of it where everyone can just finally relax and enjoy themselves. Have a few talks or just eat to their hearts content but for now, catching a few fish would be just as nice, right? ]
Besides, it seems like you're looking for something to do.
✿ eight. wildcard.
[ :) lets have fun, rp with me, lets do anything im about it! ]
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[ naturally, it's not just his spirits preparing for tonight. he's done this once before, but that was a year ago and he'd been a brand-new saniwa at the time-- he'd been required to do only the most basic dance, and that had been nerve-wracking and embarrassing enough. this time, as a surprisingly successful saniwa, there's a lot more to do and prepare for. ('surprisingly' because, doubtless, no one had expected a half-trained country bumpkin to actually live this long, much less have such a prosperous citadel and such stalwart spiritual allies.)
it's probably no surprise to his swords, then, that haru's been practicing every spare moment he has, basically anywhere he can, small form moving awkwardly through the steps--though less awkward as the days pass--serious face screwed up with intense concentration.
he's in the courtyard now, actually, in a tank-top and sweatpants rolled halfway up his calves, feet bare in the grass. the spirit that lives in the nearest tree is stretched out over a branch, clearly trying not to laugh at the poor, uncomfortable saniwa, and haru is clearly attempting to ignore her. it's probably why he doesn't notice someone approach-- right up until he spins and runs right into them. immediately, his concentration and what little grace he'd achieved are gone, and he windmills his arms in an attempt to keep his balance, yelping in surprise. ]
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We're gonna' be late. We're definitely gonna' be late.
[ haru's been muttering that under his breath for the last minute or so, small hands carefully and quickly--dressing mikazuki sure has paid off--working at some of the more fiddly, decorative bits on the elaborate clothing the organization sent him to wear. he feels stupid, he's sure he looks stupid in such expensive clothes, and what the heck is he expected to do with his hair?
he turns, pale eyes stressed, pretty haircombs still clenched in one hand as if he's considering throwing them (he's not a girl, and he's not a sword-spirit, he'll definitely look dumb in these). despite his concerns, though, this is probably the nicest he's ever looked for his spirits. ]
Are you done? Do you need help?
iv.
[ haru's still blushing and shaking a little once he and his spirit finally step off the stage. somehow, he'd managed not to mess up, and he doesn't think he looked too stiff.. hopefully not so much that he'd embarrassed his spirit, anyway. he'd certainly been perfect, anyway, so maybe all eyes had been on him instead of noticing haru.
he takes a deep, relieved breath, a hand lifting to clutch at the fabric over his chest. ]
My heart's still beating like crazy. [ he glances over. ] I'm really sorry I'm no good at this. Hopefully none of the others will tease you about it.
vii.
[ that sure is haru trotting up with two candied apples. even now, he's almost unrecognizable in his festival clothing, but his pale eyes, size, and typical expressionlessness is pretty telling, anyway.
he stops, offering one out, pale eyes warming. ] Have you had one of these before?
viii.
[ hit me with whatever! most of his prompts are aimed toward swords, but feel free to have other saniwa, spirits, etc. approach him! ]
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[This was perhaps one of the most curious decisions ever made by the saniwa. Yagen was not a refined sword at all, the field of the arts was never something he hold an interest in due to his battlefield heavy history. Yet, when he was chosen for the dancing ceremony, Yagen had actually shown surprise for a moment before he accepted the assignment.
General's orders, after all.
With how busy everyone was getting ready for the festival and ceremony, Yagen had taken to using either the courtyard, dojo or the bedroom he shared with his brothers to practice in, as long they're not too occupied. Anyone who came across those areas would see Yagen diligently and carefully practice the dance.
If you take away the spiritual and emotional significance, a dance was just a series of specific movements. Like that, he can actually dance pretty well if he's careful...]
► 3: Dress Up
[... Okay, they finally stumped him.
The clothes and accessories felt almost too fanciful for him. They would look better on another sword, like Midare or Ichigo. And there's also the makeup that's required as well.
While Yagen have a certain amount of pride in himself, it wouldn't stop him from asking others for help. He didn't wish to bring embarrassment to his master for his poor appearance.
So he approached someone and, after confirming that they were free right now, gained their help with dressing himself up.]
Thank you for helping me with this.
► 5: Respects
[Now this, he understand all too well. Nobunaga Oda was never one to dwell on the fallen, but his previous masters before him do.
Already back in his normal attire after his dance, Yagen watched quietly as others paid their respects, the broken and damaged swords being gathered for the sacred fire and at familiar faces - either from his General's army or another saniwa's - made their offerings. Until it's time for him to step up and give his own offerings to the gods.
At his core, Yagen doesn't pray to the gods like the priestly swords. He worked and take victories with his own efforts. But sometimes, during moments like this, he let his guard down and pray.]
► 7: Festivities
[Whether he's by himself or dragged by his brothers, Yagen do enjoy himself at the festival. Sometimes he's trying the food, while other times he's playing the games and winning prizes for others.
Or maybe he's competing at the shooting game with others. He's been eyeing a few prizes on the shelf. Maybe his brothers would like this...]
Care for a round?
[Up for shooting, bro?]
► WILDCARD
[Hit me with your wild scenarios.]
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[Where there is food, there is Namazuo. As one of the swords who doesn't mind working in the fields, it's easier on everyone to send him out there, especially since he's less likely to throw mud than he is other materials of a smellier constitution. (Or is he.)
So it's Namazuo's job to help bring in food from the fields for tonight's ceremony. But apparently he's lost his partner somewhere, because he's carrying far too many cabbages for someone with such short arms to handle. He can barely see past his mountain of crops, so it's probably no surprise when he rounds a corner and doesn't see you coming.
Do you collide in an epic cabbage disaster?! Or are you fast enough to prevent an accident? Are you a jerk that's going to trip him up for funzies? TAKE YOUR PICK, have at him, save this poor tiny nerd somehow.]
3. Clothing
This can't be right, can it...?
[Namazuo doesn't dress up. Despite his time with Hideyori, he doesn't really like formality, and he doesn't generally like having too many layers on. His corporeal body is always so warm, and it's too easy to get uncomfortably hot. So more often than not, he wears few layers, casual clothing, and light material.
But this is a ceremony, and he's a good sport, so he didn't put up a fuss when he was given his fancy new clothes. There's just one problem, though--he has no idea how to put them on himself.
Has he enlisted your help, O Wise Fashionista? Or have you overheard him talking to himself and puzzling out all these complicated layers? SERIOUSLY, SAVE THIS POOR TINY NERD.]
5. Prayers
[Maybe it's surprising to those who don't know him, but Namazuo can be serious. He tries to keep the atmosphere light and fun for everyone's sake, true, but he knows when that's inappropriate. This is a time for quiet respect, and while he's not as spiritual as the other swords, it's only right to pay respects to those who have fallen.
You can catch him having a quiet moment, here, as he contemplates what to pray for. He's said his respects to the dead and broken already. But what of his comrades now? His family? The future?]
7. Festivities
[After everything is said and done, Namazuo is bouncing around, trying out everything he possibly can. The food is a big one, of course (how are there so many flavors of shaved ice?!), but so are the games. Games! Who doesn't love games?
At the moment, he's playing the goldfish game, because of course he is... Fish Solidarity!! Or something. Apparently the goldfish he really wants isn't a fan of catfish, though, because try as he might, Namazuo just. can't. catch the damn thing.
He gets close, so close, but just as he's about to scoop it up, the little bastard darts away and Namazuo makes a forlorn noise.]
No, come back!
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[Instead of his usual chores - fieldwork or horsekeeping - Yamanbagiri found himself being chosen to practice for the ceremony. Although he's been doing better than he used to be when it comes to his self consciousness and complex, this was... almost too much for him to consider?
The idea of being watched by many people as he dance almost made him want to hide, but since it's the master's orders, he just obediently obey.
Perhaps if anyone's lucky, they might catch a rare sight of Yamanbagiri practice dancing... without his white cloak on in his room or in the empty dojo. Since he can't wear it during the real ceremony, he should get used to this.]
► 3: But his cloak tho
[He doesn't mind being dressed up, even though it feels too fancy for him. It means he looked a little more different from the original Yamanbagiri. That's how he go along with this.
It's just... his face would be exposed and he can't wear his usual cloak during the dance. He looks up at the other person helping him get ready.]
... There's no way for me to wear something on my head? [Beside this bright hairclip in his hair.] To cover myself, I mean.
► 4: Dance
[Despite his nerves and bubbling doubts, Yamanbagiri performed the dance perfectly and almost beautifully. By the time he finished, he left the stage with his face growing pink from embarrassment and shyness. The sounds of the crowd's appreciation and clapping filled the air behind him.
Oh gods, he danced and everyone watched him. Maybe if he's lucky, he can slip back to the changing room and avoid meeting everyone...
Ambush him?]
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[ Despite everyone's attempts to dance and join in on the ceremonies themselves Kousetsu will be holed up in the kitchen to help with food preparations for the feast and ceremonies to come. He'll be praying over said foods in a way to bless them and to purify them as well. You might catch him in the act, offering up a pray of gratitude for the bountiful harvest they have had this year. Feel free to bug him or offer to help that sure is a...large amount of veggies that needs a chopping. ]
III. FANCY CLOTHES
[ Well Kousetsu isn't often too bothering by appearances but this patterned kesa robe he was now wearing was really quite fancy. He's normally not one to be too self-conscious about his appearance but it does take him sometime to finally step out in it. His stoic expression remains as he looks at himself and his new garments for the ceremony. There's a long pause before he finally speaks, his brows knit in consternation. ]
...these are quite beautiful. [ HE HOPES HE DOESN'T GET THEM DIRTY?! Why can't he just wear his normal clothes. ]
VII. FESTIVITIES
[ Kousetsu will be milling about trying new things, tasting all sorts of strange culinary items they don't particularly have the pleasure to try most days. You can find him trying his luck at the goldfish game, and he actually might get a few too. He will turn to whoever might be watching intently and hold out the plastic bag filled with goldfish towards them. ]
If you would like...you may have them. [ Nice sword is nice, just take them so he doesn't get sad?! Anyway he can be found elsewhere if fishies are not your thing. Perhaps he will be sitting upon one of the many grass hillsides waiting for the fireworks to start. ]
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( This is clearly some sort of reverse psychology sly manipulation tactic. There's a huge pile of goodies on a table in the kitchen, all ready to be carried off to the festival tomorrow morning. Right there... free for anyone to sneak an orange or a candy or maybe something small that surely no one would notice. What is the saniwa thinking keeping this sort of treasure out in the open? Apparently, they're thinking ahead.
... Clearly the solution is to get the swords most likely to be tempted to snatch a treat or two and put them on guard duty. It's hard to steal a rice cake when you're suddenly accountable for the entire hoard. So here's Mutsu, taking the first shift (because let's be real, he isn't the only sword being singled out here). There's a pile of prepared food right behind him and he's.... making a point of not looking. No! He's making a point of not even thinking about it! He'll protect the offerings...! Until the next sword takes over. )
7. You get a toy and you get a toy and everyone gets a toy
( At the festival, Mutsu's clothes are fairly plain and simple compared to some of the more elaborate costumes and casual clothes prepared for the other swords. He wouldn't have it any other way though. As far as he's concerned, the clothes the organization has prepared for him are perfect.
He's also taken to the shooting games! Heh heh, a game like this is no match for Sakamoto Ryoma's sword. Bang, bang, bang! After a few rounds, Mutsu's won quite a collection of stuffed animals. BUT HE'S GOING TO SHOW YOU EVERYTHING HE WON and try to pass some off to you because he also can't hold all of these stuffed animals. )
Hey! Ya want one?
8. COME AT ME
( Please. )
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( Maki is one of the younger saniwa performing tonight but there's no reason to hope for a pass from judging eyes. She's been raised by the sages for most of her life and this isn't her first ceremony-- it isn't even her second. Shes' been participating in these things for as long as she can remember, whether it was behind the scenes and helping with the offerings or doing the group dances with the training sages. This is, however, her first year performing with one of her own swords.
Maki has chosen her sword already and is practicing with you. Yes, you. She's already gotten her steps down but her focus now is making sure you have the right steps. She's sitting on the patio, singing the performance song and clapping along with the beat, observing you practice. She's a patient teacher but it became clear from the beginning that she was going to take this very seriously. At the end of the first section, she stops singing and stands, applauding. )
You're getting better at this! ( She comes around and takes her position in front of you, ) Are you ready for the next part?
( Whaaaaat? No break??? No! And you haven't even tried to do this in full dress yet! )
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( Everything that she's done, she's taken seriously. Her training, her work at the citadel, and preparing for the festival. Of course this night was meant to be one of celebration and fun but this is the most important part to her. Hands together, she closes her eyes and bows her head, praying silently before the fire. She's there for a long time before she finally takes her leave, returning down the steps to the one that had escorted her to the prayer site, )
Sorry! I didn't mean to take so long!
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( Come at me!!! )
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( At a festival so focused on the gods and the spirits, it's only natural that the event would attract a few visitors. The wind spirits are dancing amongst the crowds and the spirit of the river is watching from the banks. The night is clear, the air is cool, and the spirits are at work, doing small favors in return to keep this night an enjoyable one.
You pass a certain area, however, and the air is humid. It's almost uncomfortable how wet it feels but you aren't anywhere near water. Or so you think.
Saniwa and spirit alike will be able to zone in on the source-- a blue haired girl in western dress, watching the crowds with a critical eye. Everyone around her is having fun. Heck, you were having a fun but this particular spirit is unimpressed. Her arms are crossed, an umbrella hanging from her arm. She catches you watching her and her eyes flit in your direction, but she makes no effort to address you any other way.
Gee, what's her problem? The air around her is stuffy, like her attitude. It's warm and wet and combined with the summer air... it feels like a storm could come at any moment. Tread carefully. This one is a powerful spirit. )
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[It's not that Mirai is having trouble putting on the ceremonial robes, as years of doing this has given her practice to learn how to wear these things without suffering too much. Not at all, but she is certainly taking her time. Really taking her time with putting her hair up along with the hair pins. As one of the elder saniwas who has been doing this for a long time, she needs to look like a veteran and perfect like she is still a young maiden.
Someone... should remind her about the time. Or help her get her hair done as she seems to be lost in her own little world in her head as she works on her hair, humming one of the songs softly.]
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See? That wasn't so bad.
[As her and her spirit stepped off the stage after finishing their performance, she gives them a reassuring smile. Okay there was some pressure since judging eyes get more stricter on the performances by older saniwas, but she kept her partner calm (or as calm as she can) and repeated to only focus on her, not the crowd. Practice was a little intense with her, but with firm teaching and a right schedule, she believes the result is satisfactory.]
You performed very well.
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[come at me with anything~]
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[ Helios has heard about this festival quite a few times, but the school was always so busy that he never had the chance to attend. Regardless he's definitely here now and he is so excited?! Please pay no heed to the adult that looks like a kid in a candy shop. Cultural festivals happen to be his jam though so the man looks about with some eager happiness.
You can run into him anywhere just chowing down on some food or even joining in the festivities. At some point he'll be letting loose some colorful, iridescent, animals made of light and his own magic. Dragons, fish, birds and whatever else you can think of. They're all galloping, swimming, and frolicking through the air silent but majestic as they do so. Some of them might even come across your character and dance around them as if wanting to play. Think of it as an added little bonus to the festivities and you don't even need to pay! ]
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[You'd think Aizen would be someone who would take this lightly, but NO. NO THIS IS A FESTIVAL THEY'RE PREPARING FOR HERE. THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS.
Even if others play around him, Aizen is hard at work getting things done, making sure everyone who is doing the cooking is getting their ingredients (he's the second fastest sword! He'll get everything prepared in no time!!)
Aizen's actually really good at this. He's a sword of Aizen Myou'ou after all, his entire form is an offering!]
Okay, what's next!
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Matsuri, matsuri!!
[Aizen Kunitoshi is excited!! The day has a grand finale, one with a festival! And what better way to end a day full of excitement and making friends than with a festival. They maybe swords, but now they also have emotions and feelings, and the passion of humanity. Having fun will let them appreciate this a whole lot more.
But there's so much to do, where to even start?]
Oi, you! Come on, let's go over there! [He's already tugging on the sleeve of the nearest person/sword/someone.]
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[Wildcard!!! GIVE ME ANYTHING.]
au's this up
AWW YISSS
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We are going to be late if you do not hurry with your preparations.
[Hirano? Already done with dressing himself up for the festival. An escort must always be prepared ahead of time so he can help bring people to the festival, from his own brothers to his master. And well... You are taking too long for him even if he's trying really hard not to rush you or be rude!!!
Okay a little rushing. He peeks his head into the room, his very decorative hair pin making small chimes as he moves his head.]
Do you need assistance?
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[Somewhere in this festival, he can hear Aizen's partying in the distance.
That's not the focus here, but Hirano is playing the shooting games and generally saying close to the game area since it's a popular place for some of his brothers. Not the best shot, but he's getting better at winning some smaller prizes. Plus this is a good skill to keep in touch for the future.
When playing the game, he's very focused so please do not break his concentration... Or do. An escort never gets a break after all.]
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[come at meeee.]
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That being said, she's not going to sit back when they're rushing around like this.]
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[She actually wanted to come help out in the kitchen, but you know what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen. She will go back later, she has her instructions she can help prepare your food! For now, she walks around to find something she can help out with. Even dusting, seriously.
That was when she heard a bit of a ruckus near where the clothes and robes are. Knocking on the sliding door to make sure everyone is presentable--]
Hello? Are you in need of assistance?
[She can help sort things out, or repair your robes or make adjustments. Trust her hands. She's a pro when it comes to fabric.
When it comes to your make up and hair though, tell her what you want! Or she'll do your nails, she's great at that. Look at her own perfect ones.]
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[This is wondrous! It's not the first time she's seen a sword dance, but has she ever seen a sword dance with swords before? There's something rather mystical about it. She keeps her cheering and applauding to a minimum though, as to respect their performance. It is something to be appreciated with grace and poise.
When they are done:]
FOUR: A
[--She may approach you.] That was a splendid dance! I am honoured to have witnessed it.
FOUR: B
[--Or maybe you're with her in the audience. She will turn to you to comment.] That was beautiful, no?
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[Wildcard me!!!! GIVE ME ANYTHING /pitbull dance.]
4a because i do what i want
HELLS YEAH
4B or not 4B... actually this is terrible i'm sorry
oh my god hikari
sparkle sparkle
SO SHINY
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[ Orders are orders. Work is work. Even if his daily behaviour never shows it, Nameless is as aware or the spiritual side of things as he does his fighting duties. His old master had done the same, after all.
When the other swords are practicing their own performances, he keeps his distance, choosing to not watch nor join in. Instead, he can be found in one of the more deserted corners of the Citadel, pacing around with a black fan unfurled in one hand.
After a while he settles down into a solemn stance, and starts reciting something in the form of a warrior dance. ]
Fifty years, a man's lifetime. Compared to the days of Heaven, it is but a dream.
All who are given life - [ here he half-spins and shuts his fan with a snap ] - will be fated to end in death...!
[ When he finishes, his expression is one of uncertainty. Evidently it didn't turn out the way he wanted it to be.
He looks at his hands for a while, turning them over and examining some unseen pattern. If one has been around the new tachi more than a few times, they might notice that this is something he does quite often. ]
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[ He waits for his turn, as always - hanging around at the rear of those gathered near the bonfire, choosing not to go close until most of the other swords and saniwas had finished what they intended to do.
When the flow of people in has slowed to a trickle, he finally approaches - his festival clothes plain purple, dyed without patterns, the single Oda crest sewn into the back its only decoration.
They told him that Shokudaikiri Mitsutada had died in a fire and came back as someone else.
Who was him.
Fire causes amnesia, doesn't it?
So he takes out his fan and throws it abruptly into the flames, black fabric and wooden frame glittering briefly in the heart of the fire before it roars and swallows the offering whole.
Then he turns on his heel and practically flees. ]
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[ It'll probably take a while to hunt down Nameless, given how fast he seems to slip away - but eventually he has to come out, sitting on the steps leading into the courtyard with a drink in his hand.
That's it. No company, no food, nothing. He's either an ascetic or has a fundamental misunderstanding of what festivals are supposed to be. ]
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[ Hit me with something and I'll work with it! ]
7!!!
I laugh at his icons every time now
GEE WONDER WHO HE LOOKS LIKE
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA
HMMMMM I DON'T HAVE A CLUE (lies)
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YES SPARKLEFOX
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
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[ Being dragged into the kitchen to help prepare the rest of the tasty smelling food? People are really simple around here, but sure, Sano will help. Anyway, handling sharp objects is one of his specialties, right? Well, sort of! So here he is, chopping away at a dangerously fast pace with a blank face as he stares down at the food before him.
Chop. Chop. Chop-- Did someone just walk in? ]
Oh. [ His hand slips. He cuts himself. ]
It's bleeding. [ ... Maybe he'll just ... Stick his finger in his mouth. Yeah. While he's staring at whoever came in with a bored expression, trying to say 'why are you in here'. ]
3. I can help ??? maybe???
This is stupid, why do I have to wear so many layers?
[ Ugh... Isn't his other clothes enough? Okay, maybe not. He fights in those, and they get messy all the time. Though, he still doesn't see why he has to do this. Yeah, yeah festival stuff. Although, his apathy is getting in the way tonight. ] Do you really expect me to move in this?
[ Hmph. ] Oh. Do you need help too? If you rip anything I can sew, I guess. I do it all the time.
7. i'm not about this life.. ugh
That was a lot of work. [ Maybe Sano can finally rest after participating in all those ceremonies. ]
Some people are so simple, though. [ Staring at the people who seem sooo happy about catching a goldfish in a tiny net. Yeah, he doesn't get it. ] Is there really anything interesting to do here?
[ Please help him. His type of 'fun' is different from the rest. ]
8. WILD CARD GOOOO
[ frick... I'm so open to anything. please surprise me?? maybe? :) ]
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2 | ugh i also need first aid . now we both need first aid
ugh where is our first aid
ugh it's gone for filthy sinners like us
ugh its fine ill die itll be ok
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[ Mitsutada doesn't really have any complaints about his normal chores. Oh no. That wouldn't be very neat of him if he did. He leaves the complaining to Kasen, mostly, who is much better at it than he is. Instead, he goes about picking weeds, feeding horses, or training without fussing too much. After all, a sword is only as good as what he's weakest at, right?
However, he can say there's a bit of relief as he's asked to perform a different sort of task instead of weeding the garden for the third time this week. The relief turns into a bit of anxiety as he's told what exactly needs to be done. A ceremonial performance?
He has to make this look cool!
What's the point otherwise? He doesn't want to be embarrassing. Except, he's never really been one for ceremony. Just what is he supposed to do here? Concentration clearly etched into his expression, he walks down the hall of the Citadel, murmuring ideas to himself. ]
Maybe...?
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[ If there's one thing Mitsutada feels absolutely good about, it's his sense of fashion. He and his two brothers all have this down pat, he thinks, as he pulls a nicely pressed overcoat out of the closet. Tsurumaru looks great with his bright and sparkling whites, Ookurikara may not dress very formally, but he still had this edge to him (ha).
As for himself, he knows he looks best in colors that are darker, accentuating his height and the sharpness of his features.
This is unfortunately backfiring on him right now, because he can't choose which looks better. Will it be the navy blue and cream trim or the black and gold? Making a soft noise of frustration, he lays both coats out on the futon, deciding the pros and cons.
He's going to be late if he keeps thinking about this.
Stepping away from the futon, he pokes his head out of his room, seeing if there's anyone passing that can help him with this small thing. Nevermind that he's only half dressed. ]
Excuse me, do you have a moment?
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[ With all the chaos around them, it's nice to be enclosed in a small area of relative silence.
The shrine is bright, a flickering flame ensconcing everyone near it in a red-orange glow. Mitsutada doesn't stand too close– he remembers, somewhere deep in his chest, how the fire feels. To be forged and repaired. He's seen fellow swords shatter or break clean. Some are re-forged and others are beyond help. Here, it's the latter he watches. It's a quiet send off, there aren't any hushed whispers he can offer them.
They fought well and they'll get their rest now. He'll look forward to fighting alongside their familiar auras again someday. With a respectful bow of his head, he wishes for peace, even if it means he won't be in this form afterwards. ]
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approx 400 years later i'm gomen
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[Dancing is something that Lapis considers herself a natural at, but that didn't mean she could skip out on practice! This had to be completely perfect - the last thing she wanted to do is fail when the others were working so hard, and she certainly didn't want to embarrass them! So whenever she had a free moment, she would through herself in practicing, going over the steps again and again to make sure that she had this dance perfected by the time of the ceremony.
And since today was a free day, she's gonna spend every moment practicing in one of the more quiet rooms of the citadel, so that she wouldn't be a nuisance to anyone. Though maybe someone should tell her to stop soon, she's been at it for a while now... Especially since she skipped breakfast so that she could practice.]
7. Plz don't call ghostbusters
[Now that everything is done, it's time to enjoy the festival! Or at least that's the idea, but Lapis has decided to go sit in a more quiet area for now. She's thrilled that the dance went well and that everyone is now enjoying themselves, but she figures that for a little, she'll go talk to the spirits that were watching the festivities.
Since it's a darker area of the court yard that she's sitting in, the spirits float around her like smalls orbs of light, almost like fireflies. She's happily chatting away to them as she munches on some of the food she snagged, and if she spots anyone nearby, she'll happily wave to them. Not acting like it's at all unusual that she's hanging out with little light orbs.]
8. Wildcard
[Hit me with anything, I am completely open!! /o/]
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[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!]
it's got to be 2
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[it definitely wasn't hard for Iwatooshi to switch gears and do exclusively fieldwork rather than fighting. If it got him moving, he liked it! And he knew he was needed for such a task- a group of the smaller swords could bring in quite a few loads from the fields, but Iwatooshi could easily double their supply in one trip.]
Is this enough??
[he asks, arms full of assorted crops, and he doesn't look like he'll be getting tired any time soon.]
iii. fa... shi... on?? what is???
[it wasn't that Iwatooshi hated getting dressed up, more so that he just wasn't good at it. Getting used to a human body was hard, adding clothes on top was worse, and now you want him to change into something even more complex? He's not dainty by any means, so this is proving to be quite difficult for him.
Still, he doesn't want to disappoint, so he's doing his best to get dressed without much assistance. That is, until one of his nails snags on a sleeve and tears the slightest bit of fabric-- wow, that's not good at all. It might be an amusing sight to see, this huge sword hunched over in a small room, trying to be so delicate with the small clips and accessories... that is, it would be amusing if he didn't look so downright defeated. Brows furrowed, teeth bared in something between a frown and a snarl.
Yeah, he's gonna' need some help.]
vii (a). 999 fish!!
[if there are prizes to be won, Iwatooshi is already there. If you stumble upon him now, you'll see him crouching at the small goldfish pool, taking the game way too seriously. He's already caught a small handful of fish, and he's still aiming to snag whichever ones decide to swim his way.
You might want to stop him before he empties the pool.]
vii (b). boom crack spark
[even as the night dwindles to an end, the ever-energetic naginata is still ready to soak up as much of the festivites as he can. And there were going to be fireworks?!! He needed to see that, but not without inviting something to go with him! Such a spectacular sight should be shared.]
Hey! Do you want to go see the fireworks with me?? I'll carry you on my shoulders if crowds bother you!
[He reaches out a hand, smiling brightly as the invitation was extended.]
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[ "I have never been outside before, will you come with me?" A question easily asked, perhaps also easily answered. It's by someone's side that Hiyori walks the festival, eyes opened wide to take in the vast sight before her eyes. Lit paths, crowded stores, a large stage decorated with flowers and lanterns, so bright her eyes hurt just looking at all of it.
She walks by her companion's side, the high-heeled sandals keeping her strides in check in spite of her excitement. Cries of happiness, scents of delicious food... She blinks, stopping by a small empty store with a wall of flower pinwheels. ]
Fake...flowers? They do not look as beautiful, but they are quite pretty...
[ Still, she doesn't understand. Why sell fake flowers when you can have real ones? Curiously, she turns to her companion. ]
Do you like them?
02: FESTIVITIES 2.0
Excuse me... I am sorry to interrupt your enjoyment..
[ The speaker is a young girl dressed in a red yukata. Her hands placed demurely in front of her, she smiles up or down at whoever she's addressing. ]
I seem to have lost my companion. [ The smile turns somewhat sheepish, as she remembers how she was told she would definitely, most definitely get lost... ] He told me to wait by the first aid tent should we ever get separated, but I do not know where it is... If it does not trouble you, will you teach me the way?
03: FAREWELL, MAY WE MEET AGAIN
[ She remembers--a gentle blade, slowing heartbeat, dying breath. Blades in her hands: wounded spirits with nowhere else to turn to, and even then she had failed them. Failed her duty. Hiyori closes her eyes, and waits for her turn. When it comes, she steps towards the altar and places them gently there before stepping back into her place.
Only then, whether beside someone familiar or not, does she let herself cry. ]
4.0 WILDCARD
[ Did you somehow end up hurting yourself? The black-haired girl by the first aid tent only has to touch you in order to make the pain stop. ]