//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ 16 00 ] At 4:00 PM, the lightly falling snow will stop and no sounds will be heard.
What will be heard is faint sound of ‘hohoho’ and ‘sleigh bells’ faintly in the distance distinctly in one direction but when you turn that way it seems to disappear and you can’t pick up a trace of sound. It will keep occurring intermittently no matter where you are and each interval of 15 minutes, it will sound as if it’s gotten closer but the same things will occur.
by 6:00 pm, when it sounds really close (like right behind the character or next to them), when they turn they’ll hear the sound of laughter that comes from someone they greatly admire or care about to one side of them. However, unlike how everything else has disappeared, that person remains and even seems to recognize they are there. At first, it seems well enough as they will ask innocent questions such as “What are you looking around for?” and if told the truth, their important person will kindly brush them off as joking and tell them they are imagining it. If told ‘nothing’, the important person will prod them with curiosity (you can have it be annoying, whiny, friendly--however that character would most likely nag them to let them in, including things said such as “you can tell me”).
Regardless of choice from there, the person will eventually decide to assist in locating this sound, as your character will hear it once more and from the sudden surprise on the other person’s face it seems they may have heard it, too.
At 6:30pm, the person will give up, suggesting you guys go back (go home, go shop, go eat, whatever the character would suggest as something fun and interesting. if they are the type of character who would just simply part ways with the other and say they will meet them back somewhere else, that’s fine, too!) In the end, they will start to walk past the PC if they are in front of them, but as soon as they are behind him the PC will get a hand on the shoulder and pulled to be whispered to by that person in the ear (or any variant of it at the player’s discretion to sound more like said individual): “You always did have a habit of looking for the things you can never find. A trait of only the most worthless.” followed by a strong wind that drowns out laughter of the person when they came, but this time much crueler. The wind is gale force so the character will not in any way be able to turn around fast enough to see whether the person walks off or disappears.
Looking to the ground, there are footprints, though, that suggest that person was there. Unfortunately, the snow is light and not wet, so unless the character looks quickly they may miss the evidence. And with the wind starts the heavy wet snow, increasing until blizzard conditions are reached.
OOC NOTES:
- If doing this prompt, people who tag into other people’s top levels can choose if they also have an important person that’s come to them in the same way or they can simply be alone.
- Both characters can see each other’s important persons (assuming the individual tagging the top level has one), and they will treat the other PC polite enough but would do what they normally do with strangers while around their PC. Players might want to take the opportunity to do some simple ‘npcing’ of their character’s important person in relation to the tags their top levels receive or the tagged into, but it is by no means required. Just one more potential thing you can add to your threads if it helps or will be more fun/interesting ).
- If any player-characters would happen to have the same important person, the player-character entering the thread will have their version start to slow down in their movements until they are behind them and no longer keeping up. When they turn around to look for them, they won’t be there any longer, but they will be fully acknowledged by the spectre and act as if the newly arrived isn’t remembering correctly (they ran ahead to find the player they are with now or etc.)
- The spectre should at least be believable to be able to cause doubt on whether it is real or in their heads or some other type of trick. If directly asked, the NPC will never quite say one way or another, but sort of be sympathetic to their uncertainty or laugh it off or dismiss it… again, however that character’s NPC would react to being doubted.
- It doesn’t have to be their “MOST IMPORTANT” person. Just someone that they are close enough to that their opinions matter/the player character really misses/they would be bothered by them not finding them worth anything/etc.
PHASE II [ 1700 ] Now that blizzard conditions have suddenly come into play, including white outs, all that lighting doesn’t seem to be much help (and that’s before any lighting finally ends up blowing out due to the conditions). You might want to look for that person that was with you, because you swore you saw footprints in the dry snow before it was all erased with the force of the wind.
Traveling outside may be more dangerous than you intend, however, not because of the cold, but because you can’t see who’s (or what) coming at you nor who’s (or what) coming behind you… or from any other direction, either.
Pretty convenient for an accidental murder in the form of a hit and run by a moving vehicle.
...Or a sleigh speeding forward by the work of nine reindeer and equipped with saw-blades used for ice cutting in place of the normal runners. You will want to get out of the streets as fast as you can because, while you will not be consistently chased, increased attempts at various times will be made on your life the longer you stay out.
While your character is welcome to run into the nearest place they can or continue to stay outside despite being an intended murder victim, the combination of the disorienting whiteout along with the sleigh attacks will strategically attempt to push characters towards the large mall that has been now shut down for the evening. They will find the doors unlocked and most likely others there that have be also driven here by the same situation. Somethings not right, though. Because the mall suddenly doesn’t look the way it once did, especially if you were just there earlier in the day. You are about to find out that the lot of you aren’t much safer, inside, either. Be prepared to run or fight your way out.
PHASE III [ xxxx ]
Depending which side of the mall you enter from depends on the layout of the mall and what you’ll be finding. Please note Cerealia’s mall is incredibly large so it would be quite the effort to go from one end to the other. However, it is possible, and if you reach the middle of the mall, the two variations of the mall will collide with one another. Once you step over into the other version, whatever dangers you faced from the other side will cease. However, now you have the other sides dangers to face, as well.
3A: WARM
The mall looks as if it’s been abandoned suddenly—there are no guards or any sign of movement initially. Despite the power being out, you will actually be able to search if your characters want to and get the power to turn back on. Be aware that turning the power back on in the mall will result in a change noted below for both prompt 3A and 3B.**
Regardless of whether you turn the lights on first or stay in the dark, you will find the multi-levels of the mall scattered with various gifts, left for all of you as gratitude for complying with coming to the mall. These may or may not be your definition of a gift, however. Every package is addressed to someone who has shown up at the mall, yourself included. While wandering by a gift that doesn’t have your name on it will do nothing, doing the same for one that does… Merry Christmas to you! Santa’s elves will be busting out of the packages and will solely be focused on you and you alone. They’ll be sporting just about anything and everything you could think of they could use to harm you, but it’ll be in the form of a creepy toy or candy (to try and choke/suffocate you with if they manage to get close enough to you to do it)—basically anything that could be harmless but is now not, but they will avoid any direct death methods. Their intention is incapacitate you to the point they can eat you. Note they are not easy to kill, but they are killable. However, there will always be at least one elf out chasing you. You might want to team up to take these guys out. (think of them as the hardest normal enemy on a map for your level).
Whether you turned the lights on yourself or not, at some point the lights will come on and make your lives more festive: different elves will be appearing on the upper floors with just about and every possible projectile weapon. There is probably even a canon or two, as well, so watch out! But probably nothing bigger than a canon… and no rocket launchers because there would be no fun in that if everyone died too quickly during playtime. These types of elves are more numerous but they are easier to dispatch and do not have a specific target. They also don’t care if they kill you, but they are more likely to try and slow you down so they can watch you become dinner for one of the bigger ones.
3B: COLD
The other side of the mall looks like quite a bit different and in heavy disrepair.
It is also possible (although more difficult) from this side of the mall to turn on lights (even if the lights will be a lot less numerous than on the other side of the mall.) There are no christmas decorations here, just the snow littering the wrecked structure. Even though it is clear there is a hole in the roof, for some reason the blizzard outside is not through it. Instead it’s just a quiet and light snowfall.
But this is side of the mall where there are LESS, but quite a bit more dangerous enemies. The elves that appear are identical to the ones in packages on the other side of the mall, however, they do not sport weapons other than their sharp teeth and claws (despite pictures, these features aren’t super noticeable on the ones on the other side of the mall like this side until they get at your throat). They are also faster and while they also want to eat you, they don’t care if they rip you apart in the process before getting to eat. All-in-all this would be a lot more of a visually gruesome death to experience as well as watch as the victim will end up in pieces. Since these are a little stronger than their counterparts hiding in the presents, there also aren’t as many (probably 1 for every two characters at all times). They would be the strength of a small mini-boss.
But, it won’t be long because you hear some inhuman snorts and growls that don’t sound very animallike, either. looking up you’ll find that it looks like Santa’s let his 9 reindeer out for the hunt and they’re coming in after you.
There’s only 9 of them (you know dasher, dancer…etc. etc..), but they are each the strength of a harder mini-boss. They withstand a lot of damage and the more injury they take, the more aggressive/frenzied they become. They will eat you/tear you apart/trample you/impale you with their antlers, whatever. While you’ll see them come in from the roof, they act like predators and use the shadows and disrepair of the mall to their advantage to try and corner you and otherwise surprise you. Your best chance with them is to stick together as one of you alone won’t be able to kill one of them), but they will make every effort they possibly can to separate all of you to take you each out one by one (and, why yes, the reindeer will gang up on you once they separate you like a little lamb from its heard…).
This side of the mall is definitely a team-effort survival trip. Each reindeer is slightly different in its methods, but who can really tell the difference when things are at this stage? Rudolph IS THE BOSS OF THE PACK… taking him out first will help your characters greatly, although he’s also the most difficult (and your characters would have to icly figure out killing him will actually help them out, too).
***CONCERNING TURNING ON THE LIGHTS (PROMPTS 3A + 3B): If characters on either side end up turning the lights on manually, they will also end up releasing a creature that is unkillable and will stalk your characters until you are too far away from it and it gives chase to another (so you have to run away when it finds you). The trick to encountering it the least amount of times is to constantly keep moving, although this will make any strategic things difficult against other problems being faced. It is possible to stun it/slow it down temporarily to aid in characters escaping when it shows up if the character has the ability to do it (summons, magic weapons, superhuman strength characters, etc).
This monster is also the only one that will not cease its attacks and ignore you should you cross between the center of the mall. So, yes, if it’s chasing you and you run straight through… it’s gonna CHASE YOU STRAIGHT THROUGH into the other version/side of the mall, so don’t stop D: !!
PHASE IV [ xxxx ]
And if you didn’t run to the mall, or didn’t get chased by santa’s killer sleigh, or heck, maybe you stayed inside your apartment all day? Don’t feel too safe for too long. If you aren’t celebrating christmas properly, aka in an area (a building, an office, a bathroom stall, your apartment, your bed etc etc) that is lacking either a Christmas Tree or the proper milk and cookies for Santa to assist him while he is so busy this night, he’s not going to be happy. Which means, he’s going to come punish you for your lack of respect for the hardworking. It doesn’t pay to be impolite to your elders, you know. This is why we can’t have nice things.
The room/area has to have both the Christmas Tree and the milk & cookies in order to be safe. This is literally the only way to keep Santa from coming at you with a machete like a jolly serial-killer. He starts with a machete, but he can pull just about anything out of his toy sac (semi-automatic machine gun, you got it…). Because Santa is magical, he is unkillable and you can’t injure him, either. The best you can do is break his weapons to stall him and hide, but he’ll stalk around looking for you, telling you what a naughty boy/girl you’ve been and now you’re hiding from the consequences! You can hide from him under beds, in lockers, closets, etc, and while he won’t open any of those things unless you make noise to alert him, he will leave. Don’t stay in the hiding spot for too long, though, because he will come back and that time he will find you.
The trick to getting off of Santa’s murder list? While he disappears once he’s lost sight of you (maybe 15-20 minutes is the grace period that he’ll leave you alone), get a christmas tree and get those milk and cookies out. OR run to a place that has both of these things.
While Santa is chasing/stalking you, he will talk to you and give hints on what the characters need to do to be spared (things along the lines of “good little girls and boys always leave Santa milk and cookies for his long journey” and “where is your christmas spirit? not even a christmas tree for old santa to put his gifts under.” etc etc.).
Once you complete this, he will return and be planning to be murderous once more, but once he sees the tree and cookies he will immediately stop and be extremely jolly and forget you in favor of the cookies in milk as well as putting a couple presents under the tree like he didn’t just terrorize the living snot out of you with sharp objects. And then he’ll be heard with his trademark commentary for those familiar with the Santa Claus lore: “MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL GOOD NIGHT…” and disappear without (anymore, or at least, yours) bloodshed.
BONUS [ whyo'clock ]
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[ This amount of snows and the unnecessarily annoying laughter of this… ‘santa’ thing didn’t bother Ookurikara any bit. He easily brushed everything off to mind his own business, just like the usual.
However, when the clock hit 6:00, things took a drastic measure. A certain person appeared out of nowhere behind him, and Ookurikara was simply lost staring at the figure. There was no such thing as composure or whatnot with him anymore. Who could blame him, really? The swordsmith who happened to be his creator was there, staring at him with mild interest. With his owner Masamune Date here (even though he seemed to be tad different here, compared to the one that Ookurikara remembered), it would not be a lie to say that Ookurikara was holding on the single thread of hope that the person before him was the real Hikoshiro Hiromitsu.
Unfortunately, that said thread was cut when thirty minutes passed, in one of the most gruesome endings possible: His creator was laughing at him from afar, branding him as a failure of a sword as he slowly vanished between the thick snows.
Ookurikara couldn’t move any bit as he watched the scene unfold. He… couldn’t deny Hiromitsu's word, really. He was a mumeito, without much use and purpose in his previous life. ]
…Tch.
[ He wants to scream on the top of his lung right now. He wants to cry his heart out right now. But he simply can’t. He is Ookurikara and he is known as one of the coldest spirit ever resided between his group. Such act of showing weakness is going to be very unbecoming of him. He can only cover his guilt and regret by being rude and brooding.
Should you be around the place, you can easily see him-- a man with black blazer standing still on the same exact spot, looking very troubled with his hand around his hip. You can come over to him now. He won’t say it directly, but he kinda needs someone to vent right now. Thread carefully, however. Ookurikara is probably not in his best mood and he may pull his sword out and slash you without any notice if your approach is not to his liking. ]
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[ I live as I die. Alone.
That have always been Ookurikara’s modus operandi to do things, and this one is not going to be much different. Instead of dillydallying and waiting somewhere else for his safety, he decides to go and spearhead the hordes of elves in the center of the mall by himself.
Rash move, really. But his confidence is not without a good basis, of course. He can actually dispatch about three or four elves in one go. Furthermore, he seems to be enjoying his fight despite the fact that he’s massively outnumbered. Hey, if he’s to die, he prefers it to be in a place and time like this, after all!
Want to join in the fun of murdering santa elves with him? Or just watch him struggle as he fight? The choice is yours! ]
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Or it should be cold, because despite the howling snow and winds he doesn't feel cold. Only numb, because not only are sword spirits highly resistant to things that would otherwise kill humans, they are also unfortunately just as vulnerable to things of the heart. And for this particular spirit, the way he has always dealt with everything is to simply work himself to the point of not being able to think about it. But in this whirling gale of white darkness, there isn't much to do except to move - and moving takes far too little brain power to do.
So he can't help but remember, remember the jagged silhouette of a certain man against the snow, pitch-black like a hole in reality before it came closer and resolved itself into the all-too-recognizeable form of the Demon King. The memories that he had spent so long repressing comes to the surface all at once - the earliest years he can remember, serving at Oda Nobunaga's side. Before he was passed on to Masamune and acquired his current persona - before he became soft.
You have forgotten. The warlord's eyes are unreadable. Have you forgotten what you truly desire?
He kneels on reflex, both a sign of respect as well as a sign of deference. Nobunaga unsheathes his own blade and knights him, a surprisingly Western gesture - before using the cursed blade to cut the strap of Mitsutada's eyepatch. The piece of black cloth falls to the floor, but the Serpent Katana's tip does not stray from its position mere inches away from the sword spirit's mutilated eye.
Chasing after worthless ideals, worthless whims. For those without worth, the only fate will be death. A worthless piece of dead steel, a worthless soul.
And the Demon King turns, laughing, vanishing into the snow.
He picks up his eyepatch and turns away, because going against Lord Nobunaga's whims means certain death. Instead, he sets off on the opposite direction, resolutely heading away from his first and most notorious master. Has he truly forgotten? Is his new life with Masamune truly worthless? Those are questions he doesn't want to answer. And he runs, away from the Demon King, away from his own doubts and fears, shadows tearing at him from the inside.
Until he catches sight of a similarly familiar silhouette in the snow. ]
Kuri! Answer me!
[ If there is anything that hurts him more than that, it would be seeing someone else in pain. Especially someone whom he knows deserves much better than this. Much better than their old life, and definitely much better than this frozen hell.
He skids to a halt next to his best friend, putting a firm hand on the other's shoulder. With his eyepatch gone and hair loose, Ookurikara would be able to see what had been concealed under his signature accessory for so long. Scar tissue where his right eye should be, mutilated flesh all twisted together in an unsightly mess. ]
C'mon. Let's go. Together.
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You were a mistake.
Ookurikara has never been one to mind about others’ opinion on him, but… Goddamn, does this one hurt him so hard. His swordsmith, of all people, just told him to politely shit on himself.
Granted that the blacksmith soon vanishes into thin air just after that and it’s definitely pure illusion, but all that simply falls into deaf ear category. The damage has been already made. Everything that not!Hiromitsu said has destroyed every fiber of Ookurikara’s confidence, and regaining such composure is definitely going to take a while for him.
Goddammit.
Fingers clenching into a fist, bottom formation of teeth gritting against the upper one, the dragon-carved sword punches his fist to his other free hand as if it’s a desperate attempt to vent his frustration. Right now, nothing in this world mattered to him anymore. Nothing. At all. Except for something that may provide him a sandbag to slash mercilessly.
And that’s why –unfortunately-, the ever-so-familiar footsteps and voice of Mitsutada are not grabbing his attention any bit. Even if his best friend is patting him gently on his shoulder, it’s not really helping his mood as well. He knows what he’s going to do is obviously not to Mitsutada’s—No, to both of their liking. But it’s the only thing that he knows would be befitting with his current predicament. ]
Don’t touch me.
[ He sways the helping hand away from his shoulder.
Ookurikara’s eyes are not meeting Mitsutada’s face right now as he keeps his face straight staring at the snowy ground. Whatever has just happened to the other person doesn’t even cross his mind. He barely cares for the other’s issue when he has so much to deal with right now.
Why’s Mitsutada so gung-ho on helping him? Why’s he always be there for him? Why is he so patient with his rude antics? Ookurikara does not deserve someone as saintly as Mitsutada as a friend. A third-grade sword like him does not have what it takes to even be in the same spot as him. A failure can’t, and doesn’t, blend together with his kind. ]
Leave.
[ His tone didn’t come out as a request. It was more of an order, if not a threat. ]
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[ He flinches when Ookurikara swats his hand away. Sure, he's used to the other tachi's quirks like these, but to just refuse it straight away like this, without even room for explanation - ]
Leave.
[ - he doesn't know what hurts him more, seeing his best friend in such pain, or being unable to help with it. Ookurikara had always found it difficult to talk about himself - but that was what Mitsutada was here for, to help, to make him happier, as much as he would allow himself to be happy. For the older tachi's offer to be rejected like this, to be faced with that sort of threatening tone... it cut much deeper than anything else.
A worthless being chasing after worthless ideals... did you truly think you could have even made a difference? ]
I...
[ He turns on reflex, because it'd be just the way they do things. To never see each other at their worst... though he doesn't know if Ookurikara would even let him near him at this rate.
So he walks away, just as the other demands, because he knows his best friend needs his space. Far enough to keep Ookurikara within the range of his spirit sense, so he will be able to know that the other is still there. If anything, it's one of the last consolations he could hold onto. The presence of a spirit he had always knew and fought with.
(But would it still be true, now?)
It's a question he doesn't want to think about. ]
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The sounds around him are vanishing. It's even happening not in the fastest way, but gradually, which is not making Ookurikara any better. The barely-unheard sound of the snow, the sound of his teeth grinding against each other, and the sound of Mitsutada walking away... They're slowly fading to the background. Leaving him alone again.
Just like always. ]
...Sorry, Mitsutada.
[ This should be the part where he turns his head back to say something to his partner for some encouragement. No, not encouragement, anything in general would be good. But Ookurikara simply can't mutter a word. Every sentence that he tried to jumble in his brain seems to be put on halt around his throat, and he can only swallow them back, leaving every phrase unsaid.
Still with his eyes targetting the pure white snowy ground, Ookurikara's mouth opens for a short moment and it closes soon after, just as short as how he opened it. No more regret now, this is the choice that he has taken. He needs to find and prove something that could show the world that he was not a trash like the phantom image said. He needs to show how strong he is to everyone. He needs to stop disappointing the others, no matter of a low-grade sword he currently it.
He needs to prove a lot of point that he's, in fact, a sword of the Date clan.
Hence why he's not looking back at the other tachi any further and starts his beeline the other way around. He cannot depend on him every damn time. He have to find a purpose. Alone by himself.
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He knows this, because the familiar presence of his best friend is fading. The feeling of having the other close by, how they settled into each other's presences like fish in water, and how they did not need to speak to fight as if they were one - something that he had grown to take for granted is now disappearing.
Maybe he isn't as good a friend as he had believed. And for such a realization to come at this sort of juncture... ]
Sorry, Mitsutada.
[ At least Ookurikara said something before he left.
He leans back against the wall whose awning he had taken refuge under, one-eyed gaze staring blankly into the swirling wind as the presence of his best friend finally fades from his spirit sense. If this was any other situation, he would have had little issue with giving the other some space - because he knows that's how Ookurikara does things, what he needs when his nerves get too strung. But they've always parted amicably, with equal understanding from each other - never like this, with one of them lashing out at the other. ]
I should be the one apologizing.
[ He doesn't know what's going on through his partner's mind, because the other won't let anyone in - but he's always been okay with that, since it was just how things are. And yet... at times such as these, he is left feeling painfully empty inside.
After a long while he finally straightens up, turning down the street away from the direction Ookurikara had left. Maybe the other will come back, after he's done what he needs to do. He has no doubts that his best friend will be able to fend off any physical dangers - it was his mental state that he worried about.
Perhaps he's just not good enough to make a difference - but waiting is the least he can do for his friend now, so wait he shall; in the white darkness of a silent alien world. ]
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She just happened upon the area and saw him dive into the hordes of elves. It was a stupid move, but having seen what the other swords can do, she has a lot of faith that he will be well.
Doesn't mean she can't help. Pulling out her rifle (thank you mall for the bullets she's "purchased") and putting herself into a safer position now that Ookurikara has managed to catch the attention of the elves with his rampage, she starts taking out the ones aiming for his back, one by one.]
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Cover me, Vietnam-san!
( And with sword drawn, he'll charge out to take out a few elves as well. He isn't as strong as Ookurikara so he isn't able to take out as many elves at once but with sword and gun, he's able to do some long and short range damage. )
Hey! Ookurikara-saaan! I didn't know ya were such a popular guy!
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Ookurikara might looks like that he was still doing great but honestly, with those numbers of kills, it goes without saying that he was starting—No, he was already drained out from all the fighting. The duration that he need to dispatch an elf was getting worse as he slashed more of them. The wound around his poor tummy made it even worse, the bleeding just wouldn't stop.
He was cornered, yeah. And it surprised him a bit when he heard and saw a gunshot, as well as someone calling his name. ]
Mut...su? Vietnam? [ His voice was relatively low even though his surprise was obvious from his face. ] Why are you guys here?
[ Between embracing his surprise, enduring the pain of his wound, actually happy that there are people coming to his aid, or feeling sad since those guys is trying to hog all his fun... Even he isn't sure what he have to feel here. ]
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Got it! [It was quiet, so Mutsu would barely hear it, but just so she won't give away her position, not yet. She doubly responds by doing as he says, "cover [him]", by shooting another few who has caught on that the lone dark swordsman was now being backed up by an energetic friend. Or so they thought.
Now that she's had time to settle down and just shoot everything that comes into their path, she's also gotten a good look at Ookurikara; he's wounded, and his movements are slowing down. How long was he fighting before they found him? Was he just going to die?
She would answer that they were trying to find supplies, but that they found a sword instead. They weren't going to leave him alone at that, so she takes out another, not quite answering because Mutsu will be able to once he gets in closer.]
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Vietnam has his back and he's doing his best on the front. Ookurikara, though worn, is also helping and so it doesn't take much for Mutsunokami to get close. He grins at Ookurikara and he would have definitely struck a pose if he wasn't kicking an elf. )
Saving ya, what does it look like?
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What d'ya think ya're doing fighting by ya'rself like this? Ya trying to get ya'rself broken?
( Ookurikara is a smart guy. He should know when to run from a fight, right? )
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really what is that guy doing? well, it's not that shishiou didn't understand his personality. either way, he calls out to him. ]
Hey, Ookurikari! You look like you could use some help. [ don't think you can have all the fun! shishiou is pretty mad right now about this place and seeing his old man. he wants to blow off some steam too. ]
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Shishiou. [ Ah, it's a fellow tachi. The lion king. ] I didn't ask for one. Go play with your paws somewhere else.
[ That's what he said, but he's not exactly against having a company, truthfully. Also, he's going to rush in again because LEEERRROOOOYYY JEEEEENKIIIIIINS. ]
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Heh... I'm actually in a pretty bad mood right now, so let me join in. [ go big or go home. ]
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Just don't get in my way. I'm not holding my blade back.
[ He's totally not joking. Because he's now slashing an elf that's dangerously close to Shishiou. He trusts that cco is able to dodge it, because if he isn't... Well, Ookurikara doesn't really care either way. ]
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but war also means accommodations, and he was fine with this. ]
Yeah, I got it! [ a slice into an elf, blood squirts out and it's not pretty. he hopes he's not too rusty and he makes a mental note not to slack off on training after tonight. while he knew not to leave him fighting all by himself, shishou does take a step back in case that happens again. ]
Hey so, have you seen Master? [ an obvious suggestion that they should go find him. ]
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iii!
Either way, this punk comes ambling in from the warm side of the mall, already looking like he's done his fair share of shanking. Which, of course, doesn't stop him from thinking that more shanking could be done! He'll slide right on in accordingly, because as standoffish and unpleasant as Ookurikara may be, it's not like he actively dislikes the guy. That, and he sure also has some pent-up anger to release. Hack-and-slashin some elves seems like a good way to do that.]
Hah— s'like we never left home.
[Where's the boss node, that's the real question here.]
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Golden irises fall to the side as he watches the not-so-unfamiliar newcomer arrive by his side. Ah, it is the showoffish uchigatana. Not exactly Ookurikara's favorite (then again, who is?), but still, he's tolerable in his dictionary. Mostly. ]
Kashuu.
[ Yeah, that's probably the only greeting that he's giving to the Californiaman. Because there's slashing to be done here. Three dead elves, coming right up! ]
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But he doesn't seem to be too fussed about the greeting that would definitely not be considered a greeting if it came from anyone else. Since it's Ookurikara, it's good enough... He pivots on his heel, taking a stray elf down with a wrinkled nose.]
Hey to you, too.
[A beat; he glances over his shoulder just in time to see those three elves join the pile. They're all going to end up on Santa's shitlist... EITHER WAY, Kashuu is apparently unable to battle in silence, since he turns with a question while slashing through another elf.]
Has anyone else come by this way? [He doesn't bother clarifying that he means the other swords, or their saniwa.]
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He makes a short glance at the uchigatana. Ah... He's living up to Ookurikara's expectation of him, at the very least. Good. ]
Saw Shishiou. That's all.
[ He forgot to add that they had some kind of crazy party by themselves as well there, but hey, such information is pretty trivial and Kashuu would probably prefer to hear something fashionable. By the way, he's going to leap to kill another elf here. Santa, you have to update your shitlist pretty fast now. ]
What about you?
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You're the first I've seen. [Which he's actually PRETTY WORRIED ABOUT, even if he mostly just seems vaguely irritated. Why can no one ever stay in one spot and be easy to find when it really counts!!]
Which way did he go?
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i.
it's not the snow that's unbearable, but the words from that cheap imitation of kojuro they'd put in front of him--and as much as masamune can tell himself that he isn't fool enough to fall for the notion that kojuro would ever truly falter in his loyalty, there's still that something that ruins his mood.
( that back is not worth protecting. give him a break. )
there's no denying that the use of kojuro's image to try to unnerve him pisses him off. but at his core, the fact that there's even a part of himself that he could say was affected by it--that there was a hint of some kind of reaction when the person he had thought was kojuro turned his back on him and disappeared into the snow--pisses him off more. for a moment, he'd fallen for it. even now, perhaps... no.
it's following the footsteps of that guy to either cut him down (honestly, could he?) or get answers that he finally gets to this point. certainly not who he was looking for, but a familiar image nonetheless makes masamune stop in his tracks. his original objective, prior to all of this cerealia business, would never have allowed him to turn his back on someone who appeared as troubled as the man in front of him--especially considering who he was.
... that other guy could come later, masamune knows. this--not so much. and so, he doesn't move on, instead approaching ookurikara with a hand resting on his swords, entirely neutral. ]
Lost? [ okay, he more than knows that that's not the case. and despite his cool behaviour, there is concern. ] That frozen look of yours doesn't fit at all with the image you showed me before.
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Ookurikara himself was an utter lie.
And still is, as told by the illusion of his swordsmith.
He just want to find a place, preferably a secluded one, just to crawl, sit, and contempt everything about what just happened now, but strength have left his legs and not a single muscle could be moved by his pure will alone. So he does what he is able to do at the moment; letting out a growl that resembles a beast, even though it's pretty low and barely audible for other. It was quite a pathetic attempt to release his grievance over himself, granted. But it was the only thing that he could think of.
And all of that definitely put on a halt when he heard a... familiar-yet-unfamiliar voice calling to him. ]
Mas...ter? [ He opens his mouth, trying to say a word for his defense but unsurprisingly, no words are out. So he simply close his mouth back, in a rather regretful manner. ] ...I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
[ That's what he said, but he can't make any promise regarding that. But for Masamune, the only master that have ever mattered to him, he's sure as hell going to try to do his best to do just that. ]
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there's no shift in expression in response to the words masamune is offered--at most a small, pensive frown. despite how familiar ookurikara may be to him in terms of name, presence... he didn't truly know the sword enough to know what words to say, or what exactly may be troubling him.
... like most things concerning masamune, that's not exactly an obstacle, or daunting in the least. ]
Just an observation. That doesn't need an apology, and I wasn't looking for one either. [ and that's just a statement, as he moves to face ookurikara. ] I'd ask about what's bringing you hell, but while we're sitting here might not be the best place to do it.
[ though that very much implies that he would ask, if the other man was inclined to answer. of course, that could wait while they getting out of the blizzard and whatever source of hohohos and ring ring rings that cerealia hid within it. not that "just slice it" isn't the response to that regardless. ]