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130bladeworks2015-03-28 04:59 pm
kbcctv) wrote in 130bladeworks2015-03-28 04:59 pm
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open post, cuts ribbon to musebox proudly
[The Citadel is huge, so it's a good thing they have all the time in the world to dick around.
--Well, no, they don't. But the point is, it's a free day. There will be absolutely no work done at all. Unless you want to or something. If you do, you're pretty weird.
The dojo is always open for sparring and practice. If there's any sparring errand you've slacked on, now's the chance to make up! The horse stables are also full of activity, whether the horses are being tended to or rode around-- be careful not to let them trample the fields, though, which is full of rice sprouts and budding cabbage. The lake in front of the saniwa(s)' room has tiny frogs jumping about, and you could catch them in the palm of your hand.
The kitchen is full of food, if you're volunteering to make lunch or have decided that meal time cannot possibly come any later and you simply must prepare something before you die from starvation. While there has been a considerable effort made to make the Citadel look as homely as possible to the swords which come from Japan's past, there's speckles of technology here and there.
The TV room is a good example, with a huge screen sitting on top of a few console systems. Don't break them, you'll only be getting this luxury once. Take turns and play nice. The swords may also find themselves tending the fields with water sprinklers and hoses instead of watering cans, for instance, or heating up some leftover pie in the fridge instead of making another one from scratch since there's technology to preserve food well over a week. The armory and smithy are definitely a little bit more modern than they'd be back in the past, though much is still made by hand-- nothing beats the fine work of a master. Perhaps you'll have a few new friends today, or you want to try creating a cute little soldier spirits todie for you accompany you in battle. Make sure they enter the orb completely, or else it'll turn brown and crack.
Or perhaps you're one of the unlucky swords still stuck in the repair room, sword body still being re-smelted and fixed. Hope the saniwa is good at making you all shiny. If you want to skip all that waiting, perhaps you can try to use a helper token... but they're all in the saniwa's room! Guess you've got to use that Camouflage stat...
But if you truly cannot bear with staying in the Citadel, the time device the saniwa(s) have isn't locked away. You can go on sorties or expeditions to fill your time with something productive.
Just a warning: don't change the past. You won't succeed.
...You could always try, though.]
--Well, no, they don't. But the point is, it's a free day. There will be absolutely no work done at all. Unless you want to or something. If you do, you're pretty weird.
The dojo is always open for sparring and practice. If there's any sparring errand you've slacked on, now's the chance to make up! The horse stables are also full of activity, whether the horses are being tended to or rode around-- be careful not to let them trample the fields, though, which is full of rice sprouts and budding cabbage. The lake in front of the saniwa(s)' room has tiny frogs jumping about, and you could catch them in the palm of your hand.
The kitchen is full of food, if you're volunteering to make lunch or have decided that meal time cannot possibly come any later and you simply must prepare something before you die from starvation. While there has been a considerable effort made to make the Citadel look as homely as possible to the swords which come from Japan's past, there's speckles of technology here and there.
The TV room is a good example, with a huge screen sitting on top of a few console systems. Don't break them, you'll only be getting this luxury once. Take turns and play nice. The swords may also find themselves tending the fields with water sprinklers and hoses instead of watering cans, for instance, or heating up some leftover pie in the fridge instead of making another one from scratch since there's technology to preserve food well over a week. The armory and smithy are definitely a little bit more modern than they'd be back in the past, though much is still made by hand-- nothing beats the fine work of a master. Perhaps you'll have a few new friends today, or you want to try creating a cute little soldier spirits to
Or perhaps you're one of the unlucky swords still stuck in the repair room, sword body still being re-smelted and fixed. Hope the saniwa is good at making you all shiny. If you want to skip all that waiting, perhaps you can try to use a helper token... but they're all in the saniwa's room! Guess you've got to use that Camouflage stat...
But if you truly cannot bear with staying in the Citadel, the time device the saniwa(s) have isn't locked away. You can go on sorties or expeditions to fill your time with something productive.
Just a warning: don't change the past. You won't succeed.
...You could always try, though.]
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Throughout the entire cleaning process, Mikazuki remained mostly quiet. He allowed the other sword to wipe the rice away, and even have himself be lead over to the sink. Only the soft chuckles here and there gave any sort of life to that fact that he was responsive to anything Tsurumaru was doing right now.
Really, the two of them were both going out of their comfort zone on this one. "You learn something new everyday." was most certainly implied for this kitchen adventure. ]
No, I suppose they are not. [ He quickly admits, a smile on his face showing no signs of sarcastic ends or rudeness. He himself is aware of his lack of ability to cook, and while he also knows there are others much better suited for the job, here he was. Clearly this was not a task one would soon assign him on at any point any time in the near future. ] I was told this was a simple dish to prepare, yet even these hands cannot form a proper shape.
[ He makes an extra note by looking down at his hands and then to the tray on the counter. Yet that look was was only full of amusement- almost as if the older sword was proud of the word he had done. There was no need for shame in his eyes- he had made a milestone here! One he never thought he would even accomplish.
C'mon, you have to give him at least that. ]
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especially since he's already trying.
still, he has to give it to mikazuki -- the pride in the lilt of the other sword's body language is certainly amusing, if not a little uplifting. well, well, the old man still has it in him yet. so yes, he'll give him that much as he wrings out the towel, at long last freeing the other sword from his rice bath, and chuckles. ]
Oh, I doubt it was your hands that brought about this warzone. The lack of water in your rice, perhaps, or maybe you needed a little more vinegar here and there. [ hanging up the towel, he surveys the kitchen with a quick sweep of his golden eyes, before he plants his hands on his hips and takes on a suitably mock-exasperated expression. ] Riceballs are very fickle, complex creatures, I'll have you know. Clearly you've made the grave error of underestimating them, old man, and now they've made you experience a sound defeat in your maiden sortie.
But I've seen you curbstomp-tank your way through enemy lines like some blue and gold war elephant, so I know you've got it in you. [ there's laughter in his eyes. ] Now that you've done the scouting work for us, you'll know better. Why don't we team up and give them a taste of their own medicine, hm?
Isn't this a great idea?