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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.]
shokudaikiri mitsutada | OTA, may be a bit slow
Free days still mean work days for this particular tachi. Time off from battle is still not time to be wasted, merely spent on other productive things that needed to be done around the Citadel. Mitsutada is up early, making himself some coffee before settling down at one of the tables to warm his hands with the mug. It's been a while, and the other attendant spirits still haven't turned up, so he decides to do their job instead. There are a few new recipes that he had been thinking of trying, after all.
After about half an hour there's quite the spread on the tables - salad, fruits, scrambled eggs and cheese, accompanied by toasted bread and porridge. There's also tea, coffee, and some milk for the tantou kids. Not something you'd expect from Masamune's sword, eh? Said sword is currently sitting at the very end of the long table, sipping his coffee slowly.
"Help yourself, I can always make more."
storeroom;
Swords don't usually clean, but there are exceptions to any circumstance. Such as when one of Gokotai's tiger cubs pooped in one of the storerooms - someone has to clean it up. Rather unfortunately for everyone involved, said storeroom is one of the dustier ones.
"Tchoo!"
Was that a sneeze? Well, it certainly is, accompanied by the sound of several boxes tumbling to the ground. Oh dear.
TV room;
It's three in the afternoon, and the jiji swords have finally vacated the tv room after marathoning half a season of historical taiga dramas. The room seems to be empty for now, no voices, but it seems someone left the TV on. It's playing an episode from Hell's Kitchen, for some reason, and Gordon Ramsay seems to be yelling quite a lot.
Mitsutada is inside, and seems to be taking notes. Do you:
> Shake your head and leave
> Try to steal the remote and change the channel
> Join him
> Try to steal the notebook
> ?????
i can't believe; tv room
I'm so gomen
R U REALLY omg this shounen protag is so cute
he is cute and nerdy and dumb
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tv room... i apologize
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no, he's so cute, slay me
so dumb
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kitchen, assuming au
amazing
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storeroom because no one is doing it
yes good, enjoy sneezing ccp
'resources' discovered
useless resources you mean
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kitchen
yooo
kitchen
YOOO
:3!
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Namazuo Toushirou; OU | OTA
[You don't actually know what he's doing, but the point is, Namazuo is currently:
1. Outside the saniwa's room.
2. Dressed in all black instead of his usual casual outfit.
3. Has sunglasses on.
And his mission, since he's chosen to accept it, is to try sneaking into the saniwa's room and steal a helper token before running the hell out of there. (Hey, I wrote that suggestion in the post for a reason.) Why he's doing this isn't clear yet, but what is clear is how he turns around really quickly when you turn the corner and walk right into him.]
Eh?
[He doesn't manage to get a good look at whoever you are before he grabs you.]
Quick, hide!
[And then he pulls you into the saniwa's room with him, quickly pushing the door shut as he enters. Namazuo falls backwards and ducks under the desk immediately.
Maybe it's time for you to ask what the hell is going on.]
B; why is the armory fodder so cute
Hm, mhm-- wow, there's a lot of pretty golden ones today, aren't there?
[Using his time off a bit more wisely now, Namazuo's taking some of the resources in the armory to try forging a few of his own. It's not a bad effort
but jesus fucking christ why are there so many spearmen and not shield soldiers, only like 3 swords can use spearmen, why this. In fact, what he says is true-- there's a lot of golden orbs today.Maybe he's getting better. (Nah, the feng shui is just better today.
Or the campaign is still ongoing.)]Oh, I can't equip this one... [He turns to whoever else is there.] Hey, do you want to try using it instead?
C; the fucking tourabu battle ost sucks except for the boss ones
Hey, are you free?
[Namazuo's talking to you, and he's dressed in the uniform he wears for battle.] I'm going to take Matsukaze out on a resource run for exercise. Want to come along?
a?!
more like 'ah...'
yes good say ahhhh
ahhHHHH
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B:
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gracia (au) | ota
[ based off this premise!
what do you do when the supposed daughter of one mitsuhide akechi from another world somehow ends up in the citadel without any memory of who she is and where she'd been before coming here? ...the answer is, of course, to keep her, because she isn't the first nor the last of amnesiacs here in the citadel and she's helpful against enemies with her special magical fighting skills!!
but you might be regretting this decision when she ends up in front of you, sparkling. ]
What's your name? What can you do? Tell me!
b: FRIENDSHIP IS PAIN
[ or maybe she's exploring and, at her insistence that you're friends, you've decided to go along with her...
(did she say something about lands of hellish agony, maybe)
looking all around her, Gracia finally turns to her companion. ]
Hmm. Which way should we go?
B?! and assuming A happened...
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Sayo Samonji | OU | OTA
[It seems like someone left the TV on, along with one of the consoles turned on and a game playing on the screen. The screen shows the main menu, waiting for the player(s) to pick a mode to play with.
Sayo is in the room, holding up a controller and pressing the buttons. While the technology was explained to him before, he never really get around to use these gaming consoles. He looks up at the screen, wondering which one to go for. 1 player mode? Multiplayer? But that means getting another sword to play with him...]
Smithy
[The smithy always rouse some curiosity from him. Whenever he walked in this corridor, Sayo would stopped and look inside the smithy to see the blacksmith hard at work in forging their newest comrade. Or another copy of a current sword, as awkward as it would be sometimes.
So anyone walking past would see a small tanto standing there and looking inside.]
Repair Room
[He's a tanto, why is he damaged...!?
Actually, not that odd really. Sayo have taken some damage from the latest sortie and was promptly sent to the repair room upon their return. Fortunately, as a tanto, it shouldn't take him that long to get tended to compared to other sword types (stares at tachis...). So he's sitting here obediently and allow himself to get repaired and cleaned, which anyone can see if they look or walk in.
If they do, Sayo would look over at them with a blink, Oh, hi.]
MARIO PARTY THREAD, LET'S GO
SLIDES IN TOO
HELLO THIS WON'T END BADLY AT ALL
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So I was told sword AUs were cool? Kanji Tatsumi/"Futsu-no-Mitama", OTA.
That's the story, anyway.
Because Futsu-no-Mitama himself isn't about to confirm or deny what's what - he's not even owning up to who he is to anyone who doesn't recognise his blade self, and who'd have thought a big, rough guy like him was something like that? In fact, he's mostly trying to wrap his head around the modern world. ...And around what the modern world calls "polite".
Smithy:
The technology is definitely different than it'd been in his era, thousands of years ago, but the principle's the same, and he's always been interested in the creative process... so here, he's investigating, examining the equipment with a delighted smile on his face. So if that goes there, and those shiny things do that...
Kitchen:
Looking for a taste of home, here, but he's not having much success. At least there's some things that look familiar, and rice isn't going to change much in any era, but these "cakes" and "pies" and all the rest?
...well, maybe that thing with the fruit might be worth a try. Hmm.
kitchen!
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Mikazuki Munechika | OU | OTA
[ What better way to spend a free day than relaxing beside the lake? Mikazuki sits peacefully beside the waterside, peeking over to examine the tiny creatures hopping and swimming inside of it.
And what better way to see the sights then to enjoy it with a nice cup of tea? Don't worry, he's got more than enough to share, and these extra cups beside him are just begging for someone to join him.
Or perhaps you would rather chase frogs instead? That's alright, too. He'll be laughing at you just as he is with the frogs. ]
( Kitchen )
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what is he even doing in here, make him go awayWith everyone working so hard lately, it was only customary to want to help out. And so, being the most skillful sword that he was, Mikazuki had chosen to take up the art of riceball making to feed to his companions. This was something simple, right? Even he could handle something like this. Right?
Unfortunately for him, and most likely yourself, these hands weren't exactly made for cooking. So whether you're witnessing him starting the process by making the rice itself, trying to see which ingredients would go best inside the food, or even his poor form or rice shaping, this will... be an adventure. ]
( Repair Room )
[ Every sword has their bad days, right? Luckily it was nothing serious and he was able to come into the repair room before sustaining any grand injuries. But still- a wound was a wound, and Mikazuki was no stranger to the pain.
However, he doesn't seem to concerned with as he bares a smile brushing across his cheeks. In fact, he could quite possibly just laugh the whole thing off. ]
Ahhh... aha, I suppose I will be careful not to make the same mistake next time.
jeez kassie do i have to (i'm kidding). and kitchen because what the fuck
WOW I LOVE YOU TOO and this is already beautiful
I GUESS I LOVE YOU TOO and i can't believe this. he's beauty and grace
you have to deal with so much Viet I am gomen
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kitchen?!
lord help us all...
there is no god here, only swords
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lake
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kitchen - heaven help us all
calling for divine protection
we'll need it. probably.
most likely.
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repair room
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Lake:
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there's a party in this kitchen.
it's like staring at the sun for too long
3bright5me wow
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Laaake
❤
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lake
I AM SO SORRY ;A; jijii caught the flu
Kassieee take care of your health. :c <3
lake
SORRY FOR THE LATE jijii caught the flu- ;u;
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Hotarumaru | OTA
[ It's Hotarumaru's turn to take care of the horses today! That includes brushing, cleaning up manure, and then placing fresh hay in front of them. He's humming a random tune as he does his task when all of a sudden.... ONE OF THE HORSES TOOK HIS CAP!!! ]
Wah!! Horsey, give it back!!
[ Nooo, his beloved hat ;n;!! ]
Dojo
[ Sparring is finished for the day and Hotarumaru is feeling stronger than ever! Just look at those biceps!!! Well, even if he tries to flex, there's nothing to see. But that doesn't keep him down at all. In fact, he'll show you just how strong he has become! ]
I bet I can carry you now!
[ So he holds his arms out and expects you to just nod and jump into his arms let him haul you up. Or try to. If he believes, then he can succeed!! ]
dojo because why this life.
you wanted this
so they will really be the tallest after this (nope)
they can still be a fearsome duo regardless of height
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Stables:
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--yes I did
what a party pooper
your party stank anyway
an adult wouldn't understand!
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dojo
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dojo for the sheer hilarity
the master has picked wisely
how could she resist
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yamato no kami yasusada / punch me
[ it's a rare day off and yamato no kami yasusada is still wiping the dojo floor with people's asses. actual news at eleven.
there's something very compelling about the transformation yasusada undergoes whenever he steps onto the training room floor. his easy-going nature gets swept under a rug, for one, along with the gentle wondrous tone that he adopts when chatting merrily about anything ranging from horses to being patted. similarly, his wide-eyed look of abject innocence goes the way of the dodo. it's hard to remember that this is the same sword who'd just been admiring how sparkly horse eyes are a scant three ago when everything about him on the dojo floor now all but screams i'll put you into the ground, you pathetic cretin.
it's an understatement to say that yasusada takes sparring a little too seriously.
he's been at it since seven this morning, too, consistently and methodically beating up every person who steps in with a single-mindedness he usually reserves for slaughtering their enemies and being gloomy about okita-kun. the non-stop sparring has left him sweaty, the back of his neck sticky and his breath heavy, though he remarkably keeps his breathing even as he lowers his training sword with military precision. ]
You're dead. [ that's putting it mildly. ] Next.
[ are you his unfortunate training partner? are you next in line to get your ass kicked around the dojo? did you peer in to see what workaholics were still training on a rare day off like this? yasusada's been at this for the past three hours, and he's likely to do this for three more like the over-eager yamato nadeshanko he is if nobody drags him out the twilight zone that is the citadel dojo. please do something before he decides that not enough people are excited about being beaten up and goes out to drag more people in himself... i mean, you could be next. you never know. ]
ii. karaoke with vegetables
[ further proof that when yasusada isn't training, actively shanking something or being gloomy about dead people, he honestly has no idea what's going on. yasusada, in essence, can be compared to that of a piggy bank, if his head is the bank and the coins are obsessive thoughts about battle and shanking things. once you empty out the bank, all you have left is a whole lot of air and maybe a few unpaid bills. in essence, yasusada is an airhead by nature, and once you take the fight out of him (or if that can't be done, remove him from the fight) he becomes almost charmingly funny.
case in point, he's discovered the karaoke channel on television. armed with a set of microphones that nobody knew they had but that he somehow had procured from out of thin air, he's now very engaged in singing whatever that happens to come on-screen.
the upside: he's surprisingly good.
the downside: all the songs are awkwardly morbid.
join him in his adventures to be the best karaoke master there ever was? challenge him to a sing-off so you can finally change your channel to national geographic? stop this nonsense before he actually scares all the younger tantous to tears? it's up to you, friend. ]
iii. for all you insect haters out there, this unnecessary violence is dedicated to you
[ it doesn't matter where you are, or what you're doing, but suddenly, everything is bugs.
okay, that's an exaggeration. there's only one bug here. but the problem is, it's big, it's nasty, it probably has like 23894728934 legs and is 0.3 seconds away from crawling up your pant leg or something. maybe you were just trying to write up a note, or you're trying to take a cat-nap (in the middle of the day, you lazy ass) but suddenly there's this big-ass bug wigging out your day, and you can't help the screech that comes out of your mouth, proving that the average age of the swords in the citadel is four years old and nobody can convince me otherwise.
luckily, there's one sword in this encampment who hates insects more than you do. not three seconds after the initial scream, a sudden sword spears down from the heavens to the cacophony of hallelujah to end what would have been a very embarrassing scramble around a bug 1/70th of your size. yes, you could even be in the baths, and yasusada will somehow find his way there to shank that thing. he has a bullshit radar. apparently it picks up on squirmy insects too. and it'd almost be funny if it weren't for the fact that his expression looks like it could've been animated by shaft...
thankfully, the moment passes quickly enough, and his air-headed cheer is back as he casually flicks the dead bug to the side. was that all just a dream? you just don't know, but at least the bug is dead. ]
x. choose your own yams adventure??
[ punch me. i'll punch back. ]
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YUUUUUN
YOOOOO
HUGS!!!
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tsurumaru kuninaga / i can't be trusted with short top-levels
[ this is a choose your own adventure within a choose your own adventure, because it's a rare day off, and you can't expect tsurumaru kuninaga to stick with just one shitty and mildly upsetting prank.
no matter where you are in the encampment, what you're doing and how much you think you've prepared for the onslaught of shitty surprise cranes in your life, one (or multiple, you poor soul) of the following will happen to you:
whichever of the unfortunately surprises (tm) that have befallen you today, the ending is invariably the same: tsurumaru pops out of the woodwork with a jovial laugh, looking exceedingly pleased with himself like he's just done a deed worth being hung for and a twinkle in his golden eyes. ]
Well? Were you surprised?
ii. who let him go in the kitchens unsupervised.
[ if you were expecting pikachu working merrily away in the kitchens when you peer in hoping for a quick snack, you'll be surprised-- and maybe utterly disturbed. poised at the counter is tsurumaru, decked in white and gold, all sleek lines and curves and elegant composure, wielding a knife and delicately chopping up something on the cutting board. he's so quietly engrossed with what he's doing that you'd almost be shocked into thinking that maybe he's actually doing some proper work around this encampment for once, the slacker?!
except, as always, his appearance is a total lie. a second glance will tell you that tsurumaru's smirking as he puts whatever he just cut into a box to his right. no need for more proof that he's up to no good, you have candid evidence here strong enough to take him to court and sue him for his existence alone.
unfortunately, before you can turn around and speedwalk out of the incoming disaster zone before tsurumaru drags you in on his mildly upsetting definition of fun, his radar homes in on you like a lion sniffing out a wounded gazelle on the serengeti. three seconds later, he's caught your wrist before you can leave, a wide shit-eating grin on his face as he leans in conspiratorially and, worryingly enough, sparkling. ]
You're just in time! I made a bento-- do you want to try it?
[ for the record, the correct answer is no, thank you, and then running the hell away from here. but what kind of bento did he make? he may be a shitty crane, but at least he's never boring. break free and run away screaming? actually humour him at your own discretion and see what new mischief he's up to? at any rate, his sparkling is intensifying, so you should probably give him an answer before he blinds you or something. ]
iii. he's only acting serious to surprise you, clearly
[ remarkably on an off-day, tsurumaru finds himself standing in front of the time travel machine.
he has a lot of thoughts about time travel, you know. most swords do, on account of the fact that it's now a part of their daily every day lives and the entire reason for their continued existence right now is to prevent people from wronging what went right in history. when it comes down to it, it's a very noble-sounding goal-- save for the stark realization that each and every sword must've had at some point or another during their dangerous forays in the annals of history: by saving history, they are condemning their past masters to death.
this shouldn't be much of a matter of consternation, really. history is history, and the thing history does best is march on regardless of how anyone felt about it. in essence, history was the world's oldest bully, unreasonable like a wild bull strutting over its charges, and the swords themselves are such a minor footnote in the world's oldest tale that they might as well not appear at all. the fact that they're even tasked to protect that history is already amazing enough. they should feel proud, honesty. they're protecting something worth protecting. they're protecting people's deaths, and their right to die.
sarcasm aside, it's unsurprising that many swords would find this a bit too bitter to swallow.
what is surprising, however, is that tsurumaru kuninaga, known for being 100% more childish than every other sword in the army and hell-mired in duty on the battlefield, has conflicting thoughts on the matter.
it makes more sense once you realize this much: his history had never been recorded properly. the grave-robbing, the shrine-pillaging, his dead fourteen-year-old master-- all of these were mere hearsay that never made it into the history books, instead glossed over with writing done by the victors. for every sword who fights to protect the past that they're proud of, no matter how tragic it was, there's tsurumaru who fights to protect a past that nobody even acknowledges as real.
if that doesn't make a sword at least a little salty, there's very little else that could.
however, he knows that he's being uncharacteristically serious as he stands in front of the time capsul. he fancies stepping in and going back to the day the ground had opened up above him, reaching down to steal him from his resting place. he fancies slashing down the young boy who did that to him. he fancies all this with the same expression he'd use to fancy putting seventeen more frogs in souza samonji's bedding, and indeed, when he notices that he has company, he turns a quick smile their way, his sleeves a flutter like crane's wings. ]
So I was wondering, if we sent an anpan back through the time machine, do you think it'd still taste the same?
[ redirect, misdirect and gloss over-- all things that tsurumaru excels best at. however, nothing can hide the sad tilt to the corner of his smile, the flash of bitterness in his eyes before he hides it with a twinkle. ]
iv. adults doing responsible adult things
[ it's night, the full moon smiles down on all the little shits at the encampment like a long-suffering parent, and an old man crane is sitting on the engawa in a rare moment of actual peace and tranquillity. no surprises up his sleeves, no shit-eating grin, no convenient pitfalls and bags of flour to trip over -- perhaps the lack of anything surprising is the most surprising as he turns to face whoever has approached, and waggles his fingers in greeting. ]
You're out late past your bedtime. [ almost everyone is a young whippersnapper compared to him, so he's allowed tos ay old man things that make you realize he's actually an old man sometimes okay. that being said, he shifts his sleeves to unveil a bottle of sake and two cups-- and a mischievous smirk that immediately destroys the illusion of sobriety. ] Care for a drink?
[ nobody's underage in this encampment okay, let's be real here. ]
x. punch me 2: punch harder
[ you do the thing. ]
i-7, and assuming 5 and 8 already happened--
poor soul
this is the life i signed him up for
iii -- but why would we want short top levels... also I don't know what I typed, I'm sorry
i 7 gj tsuru
Kousetsu Samonji | OTA
[ KOUSETSU LIKES DOING WORK, DON'T JUDGE HIM.
One of the more frequented places the elder Samonji brother goes to. He enjoys this type of work more so than the other swords. It's easily show in his dirtied hands and work outfit. But he looks peaceful and calm as he goes about picking out vegetables from the ground or fruits from the trees. All in all he is content with this line of work, his curiosity with the hose getting the better of him at some point. He's just gonna...stand over a patch of flowers and sprinkle them continuously with water. Someone please tell him to stahp. But this magical water object is fascinating, okay? ]
TV Room
[ He doesn't know what the hell that thing is, but it's rather intriguing more so than most things. So whoever is around and about can have a giant tachi sitting off in the corner, silent as usual, as he watches the shows being aired on the television. He's pretty content with whatever is on at t he moment. Kousetsu isn't too demanding or picky about such things. How does it work though, he's just super fascinated even if his lineface doesn't show it. ]
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but how do we feel about saniwas
[ god, why did he ever agree to do this. (it had something to do with erasing history as they knew it, only one with the ability, etc. etc.) days like today, he's not entirely convinced that it's worth it. he'd almost take enemy forces moving in and a bleak forecast over a day this dead. you'd think that centuries-old blades would have better things to do than interrupt his first chance in weeks to catch up on his reading, but no. haru has moved from room to room to room--even resorting to stairs and the kitchen--to try to get a little peace and quiet. in the end, he'd wound up out in the courtyard up in the limbs of a tree. it's not particularly dignified, but here in the keep, he doesn't have to pretend to be, either.
he stiffens as he hears the first telltale sound of footsteps nearing, and before he realizes what he's doing, he's throwing the book. ]
No! Whatever it is, it can wait until after I've finished this chap-- [ a glance to his empty hand. ] --ter. [ he slaps his hands to his face, feeling his ears heat. ] .. Please hand me my book..
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[ at some point later in the day, he can be found in the kitchen. on the best of days, he's kind of overwhelmed by this whole operation (that's why he has so many extremely capable blades on his side), but one of the few things he can do--and do well--is cook. it comes from having younger siblings, probably. and though he likes to keep the blades busy when they're not out fighting, he also likes to take part in the same work when he can.
.. he is, therefore, chopping vegetables with his ipod tucked in the back pocket of his jeans (when he's just in the keep like this, his clothing tends to be simple and practical), buds in his ears. and.. and he's dancing. he's not very good at it, either. ]
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[ hit me with your best shot? ]
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obsessive love, clearly
this is a good response.....
arujisan... obligatory shaft headtilt goes here ig
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i hope you don't mind if i tag you here too..! (it's b. because why wouldn't it be)
never! always bring me surprise sword...
good! your saniwa's so adorable, i can't resist making fun of him
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Ishikirimaru | OTA, might be slow
When they saw the fires burning, they know a new brother was on their way.
The saniwa would enter the room, then leave the door locked so that the blacksmith could focus on his work. Occasionally, they would catch a glimpse of the flames that have shaped their metal body. Only time will tell the identity of who will step through those doors.
To pass the time, they would gossip and share tales of their friends from the ages gone by. Names were passed around, and they came to know each other's former companions.
If anyone passes by the door, they could see Ishikirimaru busy in conversation with the petite blacksmith. With the forge being the swords' 'cradle', it holds a special place in the hearts of the Touken Danshi. Ishikirimaru was one of the swords who would attend to this place of life occasionally, his extensive religious knowledge of Shintoism befitting the shrine-dweller.
Go ahead and approach him for a conversation. It looks like he is about done with discussing with the kaji.
The time device
There lay the gateway to worlds beyond. A combination of cutting-edge technology and native magic, the device is a sight to behold. Shinto shimenawas and obscure sanskrit symbols were melded together with shining metal and electrical components. A golden map of Japan, or Hinomoto as it was called back then has been enchanted. Magical dust replicated the clouds and the sky, and the waters on the map would crash and swirl. A reminder by their clever saniwa that the land was alive, from the heavy snowfall of Echigo in the north to the whirlpools in the Seto Inland Sea near Shikoku and Chugoku.
A handy tool to plan a good place and time for expeditions, especially when resources were running low in the citadel, but when darkness starts to tarnish the gold leaf on the gilded map, they would step through the gate, fully armed and ready.
Ishikirimaru would regularly read the unseen patterns on the map, taking note of any changes of the spiritual energy of the land. Most swords do have a superficial idea of what he does, but the detailed explanation served to confuse more than clarify.
寅: Expedition: Time travel provides plenty of opportunities for one to see the world at different times and places. Supplies need to be replenished, and by the saniwa's order, a trip must be made. Look at the map, when and where will you go?
午: Sortie: You feel it too, the darkness brought onto the world through the acts of those who change history. The map shows tainted energy, and thus the touken danshis' duty must be fulfilled to preserve order. To battle!
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horikawa; OTA (feel free to be his saniwa!)
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"feel free to be my husband/wife", you mean
my mind is already read... and this is cute already too, omg. >:'c
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combines and conquers--!!!
SUCH POWER...!!!
YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME AGAIN
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there's so many swords, this means it's time for MUSASHI MIYAMOTO
This dumb teenager has WANDERED INTO THE CITADEL, carrying his eku and bokken on his shoulders and sniffing the air like it's totally fresh. Because it's not, it smells like a blacksmith and that's kinda gross. But he's just overeacting, as usual.
But why is he even here? There's a perfectly good reason. This swordmaster has heard that all the swords of Japan (bless his soul) are concentrated in this one area. And they're like this strong humanlike spirits now?
WOW? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? The sword master is the sword. That's??? MINDBLOWING???
So here we have him, pointing his sword RIGHT IN YOUR FACE AND GOING--]
Hey, you! You look strong! [You might not look strong, and you might not even be a goddamn sword.] I'm Musashi Miyamoto, strongest in the land! Let me teach you a few things!
[He just wants to duel, truth be told. But no he's a pretty good sensei, let him do the thing.]
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it's time to d-d-duel!
PICKS UP MY CHILDREN'S CARD--i mean sword, yeah i totally meant that.
uh huh suuure
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edgy tsundere sword | as open as his manchest
[ Outsiders from Citadel might think that the tantous are friendly bunch after a lot of threads up there. Too bad for them, there is one tachi that seems to be less interested in random chatters and having fun with others. While the guests are busy enjoying themselves at the moment, a certain Ookurikara have already slips over to the dojo to enjoy his time.
It’s obvious from the way he’s swinging his sword that he is not going to take interruption very well. Well, assuming you don’t want to change his target to you, that is. ]
TV Room
[ A loner Ookurikara might be, but a loner still needs his daily entertainment. The aloof tachi is currently sitting idly by the kotatsu, watching at the screen with
his onlystern expression, while munching on tangerines that he saved from a sortie.Oh, guess what he’s watching? And Ookurikara seems to be actually entertained. Partly. But that’s saying much already considering how cranky he usually is.
Get the clothes in, guys. It’s going to rain thunderstorm today.]HAHAHAHAHA
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Jiroutachi | OU | OTA
[It's a beautiful and sunny day outside. The cherry trees are in full bloom, branches drifting in the gentle breeze and occasionally, a soft looking, pink petal drifts down. The water of the lake seems to be in movement, frogs hopping and swimming, some fish darting back and forth. There is a certain tranquility to the place, something peaceful and rare and comforting.
It's obviously the right place for Jiroutachi to indulge in some more sake.
If you happen to stumble upon him, you'll find him sitting on a blanket near the lake, obviously a little tipsy already and holding a small sake cup in his hands as he watches the petals drift down.
Yes, he is not chugging it straight from his bottle today. What a surprise.
And Jiroutachi seems to be in a very giving mood. Maybe he'll share some of his sake. Maybe you want to make sure he doesn't get too drunk. Or perhaps you're hoping for the opposite and want to watch the shenanigans unfold once Jiroutachi gets too deep into his cups.]
tv room
[If you happen to walk into the tv room in hopes of playing a game on the new consoles Saniwa seems to have organized for today, you'll find that you've run out of luck. Jiroutachi is hogging the remote despite his attention clearly being elsewhere. His eyes are fixed on the magazine open in front of him, engrossed by what appears to be a vast collection of eyeshadows.
The TV is running in the background, something about fashion seems to be on but you can't really be sure. Because it looks like that one lady is wearing a square and the one behind her a wedge of cheese?
Fashion really is a mysterious form of art...
Fight him for the remote? Ask politely? Wonder out loud if Jiroutachi is now going to wade into battle dressed like a triangle?]
repair room
[Well well well. Looks like someone got a little messed up during the last sortie. In this case, little means a lot.
Despite Jiroutachi sitting there, looking patient and comfortable, there are little hints as to what happened. His hair is a little messed up, decoration slightly crooked and that outfit he's wearing isn't the one he's left in. In fact, the beautiful clothes he left in are resting in a neatly folded pile to the side and if one was to look closer, they'd see the small, measured stitches mending some rips.
The occasional, impatient sigh coming from Jiroutachi might also be a huge giveaway. It always takes so long to repair him... But at least he'll look his best again.
Step a little closer and you'll see that Jiroutachi is cradling his sake jug protectively. There is a single, long crack running from the neck to the bottom.
Which means he's sober to boot. What a day.]
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