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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.]
i broke all my icons lmao, edits an icon in
you're the one who threw it first!! he almost yells back, but luckily hours of training hadn't completely killed all of his working brain cells. there's a moment of pause before he pushes back some of his sweat-soaked locks from his forehead, frowning with petulance and some grudging confusion. ]
Enough what.
but your icons are super cute now
[ he says this in the most general sense but Horikawa lifts his head from the floor and waves a feeble hand. he's good, he's good. he's trying to save your ass, man, put that hand down.
he raises his voice. ]
I need a break. What's with you today anyway?
he's a very dere yam
like a lion sniffing out a wounded gazelle on the serengeti or a guy with a very large stick in a game of whack-a-mole who's just spotted a potential mole, yasusada is somewhat distracted by the potential prospect of one more round of sparring, though he tears his eyes away from the movement of horikawa's hand to refocus on kashuu because kashuu's raising his voice and this automatically makes him want to raise his too.
so well, he does. with the ever-practical bluntness that he adopts whenever he's on the dojo floor: ]
Then go take one. I'm not done yet. [ and horikawa isn't done yet, see. a frown. ] It's my day off.
[ and in yasusada's terms, it means cramming as much sparring in as physically possible into a twenty-four hour period, because there are things you do to unwind that isn't sparring? you don't say. ]
a very bloodthirsty dere yam
(save the honours for oh, laundry or something, Horikawa.)
....no, he's definitely done here. ]
N-O. No. I need company. Preferably someone who can still stand.
[ look at the carnage around them, Yasusada. is there anyone who even looks capable of standing on their two feet? broken hobbling doesn't count. ]
yam yam dere yam dere yam yam
still, kashuu's weird as weird does it, and he's used to that. so yasusada's about to turn around and grab the first standing sword he sees and offer them as tribute when--
huh, nobody's standing. an hour ago, everyone was standing. weird.
okay, so maybe kashuu's point is finally sinking in... but that doesn't mean that yasusada won't go for a last-ditch and somewhat petty attempt to stay stubborn and on the training floor: ]
I'm sure Horikawa-kun can still stand. [ :T RIGHT HORIKAWA. a bit petulantly: ] Why do you need someone who can stand, anyway? If you're going to go take a break, then take someone who needs it.
[ because having trained non-stop for hours means yasusada somehow doesn't need it...... yeah................ ]
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(what does he want yasusada to hand him? god.) ]
Horikawa-kun will take too long. Yamato-kun will do.
[ Kashuu usually does fine at being smooth (when it comes to saniwa things, at least). however, in this instance, his smile is narrowed, easily crackable. ]
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therefore, after a very, very reluctant stare-off, he finally relents. his hand goes into kashuu's. very, very reluctantly mind, because fine, you can make him take a break, but a) you won't be able to make him like it, and b) nobody says he actually has to let go of his training sword. ]
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(spoken like someone who's taken a true beating upon trying that once. never again.)
in any case, he'll work with the cards he's been dealt. so he closes his hand over Yasusada's in case he takes it back. ]
There, that wasn't so hard.
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in the meantime, he makes a very rude face at kashuu, clearly unhappy, but whatever, he's given his hand over and he's never the one to break his word. hand. whatever. fine, kasuu. ]
Let's just get this over with.
[ breaks, ugh. ]
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weaving and stepping over fallen (mostly mildly KO'd) fellow swords makes the trek out of the dojo fairly challenging. he doesn't need to accidentally kick someone in the face or do an ungraceful faceplant-- even if the saniwa isn't watching, everyone else is.
(Yasusada's hand may be clammy from all the sweat but it's better than nothing to rein him back.)
once they're out of the dojo though (fresh air!), he turns to him and mentions matter-of-factly: ]
Ah, that's right. We can have lunch first.
[ that's part of breaks too. right. ]
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picking his way after kashuu out of the forest of toppled swords (it sounds so much more poetic than it actually looks ftr) isn't so much of a challenge for yasusada as it's a good metaphor for his climb out from the hazy, stubborn-as-hell, single-minded obsessiveness that is his training mindset. by the time fresh air hits, he actually finally has half a mind to rest the training sword at his side instead of waving it around behind him like something from the dawn of mankind, showing that there's nothing like being literally dragged out of a dojo to bring him back into a more stable frame of mind.
that being said, the scowl on his face doesn't abate as he frowns at kashuu's face. the only reason why he's not crossing his arms is because his hand is still being tugged in kashuu's. just as flatly: ]
I didn't agree to that. [ and then, obligatory (and automatic) refusal out of his system, he adds a little sulkily-- ] I'm not even hungry.
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You're never hungry when you're training.
[ and if they ate only when Yasusada's hungry, they'd have starved long ago. ]
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I get hungry when I'm done. I wasn't done.
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You're never done. When was the last time you took a break?
[ fret fret fret
fact of the matter: unless someone lands some terrible crit hit on him, Yasusada probably could spar all the way till evening. maybe not nightfall but definitely sometime late afternoon, early evening.
Kashuu knows-- he's done that all before. ]
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though okay, fine, he can be more of a mature adult here. the silence lasts only three whole, immature beats before yasusada sighs, and his hand curls around kashuu's rather than getting yanked along like a limp fish. ]
I get it already, Kashuu. It won't be like last time. [ because yasusada's last full-day attempt at non-stop sparring had left him face-planting outside the dojo, which was both mortifying and somewhat annoying because people keep on making a fuss about it when really, it had only been a... seven-time thing!!! yeah!! a huff. ] You worry too much.
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I just don't want us to get into any trouble with the saniwa.
[ and he swings that hand a little harder than he intends to, mouth screwed on in a deep-set scowl. you can practically hear the tch. ]
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If that was all, you could have just walked away by yourself.
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[ he keeps a running count, okay. seven times is a lot.
...or maybe the saniwa may have mentioned to him in an aside, that there were people worried that Yasusada might've been overworking himself. that overtaxing might not only mean a drop in battle performance but perhaps an indication that something was wrong?
"No, that's just how he is."
or well, he doesn't know, he hasn't seen Yasusada much since Ikedaya. he wasn't his keeper, and people change a lot over a couple of years. right?
but no, that hadn't quite been enough. he'd had to promise (but he'd been told after, that she was glad that he was someone she could trust) to keep an eye out, just in case.
(the way Kashuu saw it, the rest of the citadel had more to worry about themselves than of Yasusada overworking himself.) ]
If I can do something about it, I'm not gonna walk away from it.
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kashuu may have his obsessions over his appearance. yasusada has his own, petty, deep-rooted obsessions. ones that he fully embraces and understands to be a part of him. he knows others worry, knows that swords look out of the corner of their eyes at him and see obsession, a mirror of a master long past, a linger ghost in the form of a sword with shisengumi colours like chains around his back. but that's not it at all, and he'd have thought that kashuu would've understood, of everyone -- but then again,
they've been apart for so long, haven't they? he laughs a little, a pleasant little thing, as though shy. ]
It's not like you, to be so altruistic. [ the laughter softens. he pinpoints what he feels on instinct, forming simple suspicions into words. hardly accusatory, statements of facts, curiosity. ] Did the Saniwa say something?
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Kashuu Kiyomitsu had been sure that there wasn't anything to worry about. Yasusada was capable of looking after himself. ]
You can't blame someone for being worried.
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that uncanny smile again. as though echoing kashuu's prior thoughts: ] This is just how I am.
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[ "normal" is too vague a term to use-- they're sentient swords with individual personalities; that by itself is hardly commonplace. but between the both of them, Kashuu had always thought Yasusada to be the more normal one, the one who was closest to human ideal while he himself lounged far far below in the dregs of the riverbank. wasn't Yasusada the better one?
(thankfully, Kashuu knows better than to tolerate these thoughts for too long, it never leads anywhere good.) ]
So not everyone understands that.
[ but as he glances at that bright odd sustained smile, there's a little creeping doubt, just for a moment.
how well does he really understand Yasusada anyway? (has he ever needed to?) ]
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but he's also not the sort to explain himself, finding words both hard and cheap. therefore, he just breathes out, and squeezes kashuu's hand again. hardly to comfort, but as his own way of signalling that this conversation matter can be dropped. ] Well, you've gotten me out of the dojo. You're even going to make me eat.
I think it's enough.
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He really doesn't understand. ]
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--but instead, he throws his head back, straightens and exhales. ]
Heh...am I supposed to settle for that? If you won't put down your sword, that can't be enough.
[ Fall back to something familiar and regroup, the safer option. ]
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