local saniwa ruins everything

[maneki]

I. shopping

a) [ azusa was in one of those spending moods today. when's the last time he'd gone out shopping with the swords? ( more like whens the last time he was allowed--) at any rate, since the citadel was getting low on supplies he took it upon himself to drag off the first person in sight with him to go supply shopping, list in hand and everything.

of course, once they got there that list was quickly forgotten upon noticing some colorful displays with nice fashion. he's looking intently at the shining accessories and clothes with silky fabrics. grabbing onto the person's arm, he grins. ]

Hey, do... you want this? You do right? So if I buy it, it'll be a justified purchase, right? [ as his grip tightens his face looks like it's saying something along the lines of: please say yes! ]


b) [ well, this shopping trip has definitely derailed from what it was originally for. since he's just so good at persuasion he's managed to convince his shopping pal to try on clothes with him. ...wasn't this a supply run?

ANYWAY, once they're both out of the changing room he takes a good look at the other and... ] Ew, what is that? No no, go change. Those colors don't match at all! We're trying to look fashionable, not like weird street performers! (no chill) Alright, here, try this instead. [ quickly, he shoves a separate set of clothes into their arms before they could say anything else. ]

II. Repairs

[ well! that was an eventful expedition. everyone got all scratched and banged up from the looks of it. seems like azusa is going to have to change his strategy, but that's for another time. right now he has to take care of all those wounds. leaving himself for last because...ok look, he's fine--it's not because he hates the antiseptic products or anything. that open wound on his shoulder can heal up on its own. yeah right.

as the first person shows up to be treated he pulls out the bandages and medicine from the kit and takes their hand quickly dabbing at the scratches. ]

This is gonna sting a little, but it'll be over soon. I'll be as gentle as possible m'kay? ( practice what you preach azusa... )

[ with medical pliers in hand he'll make sure to pull out any splinters or tips of arrows in any of the wounds before cleaning and bandaging. ]

My idea was pretty bad, huh? I went and got you guys all ruined like this haha, sorry. I'll think of something else next time. I know, I'll get you guys new accessories as an apology. Sound good? Ah, if I miss any wounds tell me. If you're feeling nauseous, also tell me! I won't be able to tell from just looking.

III. Forging

[ As soon as he returned home he set everything down and scurried to the forgery. ] Nyaha! a new friend is home, Gotta make sure they feel welcomed! [ As he opens the doors the first thing he does is pull up the two outfits he had waiting just for them.]

Good afternoon!...No, wait--Good evening! This is for you. Tell me, which one of these do you like better? [ ah yes, the azusa ritual of gifting each new sword with a brand new pair of clothes. ]

It's important to know where your tastes lie.

IV. Omiyage

[ Finally, he's home and with tons of treasures from that supply hunt. He picked out most of these with someone in mind--now he just has to give these to everyone. It's just one of those gift-giving days and he wants to show gratitude so! ]

Hey! If you're sleeping wake up! I'm home and I brought gifts--they're not dead this time. So I'll get lots of pats on the head right? You should praise me! In return, I'll also pat and praise you Nyahaha! It's a win win.

[ as he says that he goes around passing his gifts to everyone expectantly waiting to be pet or something of the like. ]

Wildcard.
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III oh god clothes...

[helmsplitter]

[Waking up in a new place is always disorienting, but Doudanuki is probably more accustomed to it than the other swords. He's got the advantage of being able to open his eyes and take in the information from the other swords in his line; ones already working at other citadels with other saniwa fighting other battles. So when he wakes up at this citadel, he feels like he should have a pretty good grasp on what to do from here on out.

A) Get his sword sharpened
B) Punch some people in the face
C) ???
D) Profit for the saniwa and history??

Pretty simple. Lots of fighting. Good to go!

But best laid plans tend to fall apart in a second when made by the dumbass sword who only cares about fighting. He did not expect to have his saniwa shove clothes at him and ask him to choose, which is why he just stares blankly at Azusa for a second. Then he looks at the clothing - both of which have waaaaay too much color and style for him - before shoving them back at Azusa.]

I'm good as I am.

[Aka armored to the teeth and lacking any sort of normal shirt. Shirts are sacrilege!!!]

[maneki]

[ No way, was his gift just rejected? Um rude! It's not like this is the first time something like this has happened, though, so of course, he's accustomed to swords having no interest in the outfits. STILL--whenever this type of thing occured there were lingering hints of surprise. ]

Ah, I see now--so you're the type to have no taste! Well, we can fix that. [ more like he's going to fix that no matter what! No sword of his is going to be doomed to a life of poor fashion choices. ]

I'll consider something more simple next time! Still, I encourage you to take them. Then, If I could ask for your name? I'm Azusa and from today on I suppose I'll be your master! Regardless of your taste, I'm glad to have you with us! I'll be sure to make use and take good care of you.

[ As a Saniwa who cares a big deal about strategy, getting a new sword just means broadening his options, so as always, he's appreciative of every new sword that he crosses paths with. ]

[helmsplitter]

[If he were any other sword, he might actually take offence at being told he has no taste. As it stands though, he can't really deny that he doesn't have any real taste in clothes. He knows what he likes and that's just whatever is comfortable and easy to fight in.

He does balk at the suggestion that he can be "fixed," but that takes a back seat to the introductions.]

Name's Doudanuki Masakuni, a war sword from the south. We're weapons so being strong should be good enough. I don't have any need for style or taste.

[He shifts the red helmet under one arm, eyeing Azusa's clothes warily.]

I'm also called Doutanuki in stage plays and stuff, but you can call me whatever you want.

[maneki]

Being strong is definitely enough, but I have to disagree! It's important to be stylish too it'd be shameful to be remembered as someone with deplorable tastes, a tragedy! [ with that he'll put on a determined face and puff his chest up. ] Just leave it to me I'll find you a style that's comfortable and one that suits you as a sword! Who said you can't look cool and be comfortable at the same time? They've never met me clearly nyahaha!

[ Currently he's circling around Doudanuki, judging his outfit? Analyzing his build? who knows. He comes to an abrupt stop with a loud 'HM' ] Doudanuki, why don't you spar with me? I think I'll be able to show you what I mean this way. [ Casually, he'll grab his arm and drag him along. ] I'll be using this to get a feel for your skills so don't hold back! Depending on how you do, I'll take you somewhere after.

[helmsplitter]

[This saniwa is going to be Trouble, he can already tell. Doudanuki rolls his eyes at the comment about style and shifts his sword where it lays across his shoulder. If he cared about style, he'd be useless on the battlefield where surviving was more important that what color feather you stuck in your hair.

He waits patiently as his new saniwa circled him like a vulture?? Who knew. This is a new experience for him. He raises an eyebrow at the loud HM and then blinks, barely able to react before he's getting dragged along.]

Spar with you? Are you serious? I'm not against sparrin' anybody, but you sure you wanna go up against a sword?

[What if he killed the saniwa?? WOULD HE GET IN TROUBLE???]

[maneki]

[ He's aware he probably doesn't come off as someone practiced, but that doesn't stop him from feeling a little insulted. Geez Doudanuki, haven't you ever heard of the phrase cats have 9 lives? ]

Of course I'm serious! See? My face is serious. [ No it's not. ] I may not look it, but I'll be fine! You don't have to worry. I'm a lot stronger than what you see y'know. [ Lifting his arm up he'll make a flexing motion. ] You're not the first sword I've sparred with after all. I have to do this with everyone!

[ BESIDES, if Azusa was unskilled enough to be killed by one of his own swords, he wouldn't even still be standing here--realistically speaking. Of course, that doesn't mean he hasn't gotten some bad injuries in this process. Actually, his bandaged everywhere is proof of that.

Anyway, upon reaching the sparring grounds he'll look for a blade of his own and throw one of his sleeves off his shoulder to free up his arms a bit. A light adjustment in stance and...he's ready! ] Come on come on!

[helmsplitter]

[No???? He's also never seen a person with cat ears, which is why he is very pointedly ignoring them. People wear weird things on their heads all the time, right?? Look at Kashuu or the old man. All the time.

Buuut if the saniwa is certain and he's sparred the other swords (not that he knows which swords are here yet), then he'll relent and follow along to the grounds. It's weird how every citadel looks the same and different, and Doudanuki can't help but look around and take it all in as they walk. The layout is almost identical while the furnishings are all new to him. He can't quite get a good look without having to stop the mad dash to the sparring ground though, so he gives it all a cursory glance before moving on.]

Alright, but I'm gonna go all out. If you hold anything back, you're gonna get hurt, got it?

[Not that it seems that Azusa needs the warning because he's already with a blade and in a stance by the time Doudanuki is setting his helmet down. Are all saniwas this crazy???

He joins his new master in the ring, holding his sheathed sword at his side. Fighting is natural to him, so he slides into a solid stance and narrows his eyes, watching Azusa. He turns slightly, putting one hand on the hilt of his weapon, and then slowly begins inching forward, strafing to his right.]

Ready when you are, Master.

[maneki]

Haha! I wonder If I'll get hurt today? You don't have to tell me twice, but if I do, you'll be in charge of bandaging. [ Really though, holding back is out of the question when against these swords, he's had to learn it the hard way sadly. He's hard headed though, so regardless of the injuries suffered he keeps challenging his swords like this. It'd be a lie if one said he didn't have a few bolts loose. That's just Azusa.

Anyway, he's watching Doudanuki closely as he inches a few steps forward... and he's soon to try the first strike, a seemingly simple and quick one at that. A lot of them seem like that actually. His moves are light. For now, it looks like he's testing the waters with Doudanuki. ]

You look the type to put a lot of force into your strikes, Doudanuki. I think it reflects on the outside too! [ Is he praising him or... ]

But can those strikes catch me I wonder! [ Eagerly, he'll come to cross blades with Doudanuki again, this time with a bit more applied force, and he'll swiftly take steps back. ] A style that reflects strength... Maybe I'll have an idea when this comes to an end? But I need you to show me just how strong you are first!