[ ooc: I will be kinda slow due to rl obligations, please bear with me! ]
phase ii; [ This isn't the first time that Mitsutada's ended up in a basement.
Except the previous time was a randomly generated medieval castle's basement, where he busted out some imprisoned princess and cleared the level after sweeping off a wyrm. No, this is a hospital, some sort of surgery centre for those with bodies of flesh and blood. Not for him.
Nevertheless, since he's already here, he might as well go ahead and complete the level. Except this level didn't seem to have any immediately obvious objectives - and his search for a guiding NPC brought him down a teleporting trapdoor and into the hallway of white. It takes him a few moments to get his bearings, looking around for any doors or signs that could guide his way - when something subtle shifts behind him, the faint sound of moving fabric amplified in the deafening silence.
His CYbuddy reacts faster than he does, squeaking faintly in fear and digging its claws deeper into the tachi's shirt. The little dragon put its head on his shoulder, covering its eyes with its wings. Mitsutada himself turns a second later, hand flying to the hilt of his true form in preparation to combat whatever scared Hika so abruptly -
Except it isn't really himself. This sword spirit had Mitsutada's exact features, but he was younger - wearing a purple shirt and vest instead of the suit that had become his trademark. However, what was most striking about this other tachi are his eyes - both intact, with purple irises and pupils so black they seemed to be two holes in the fabric of reality.
And he had a blade in one hand. His vessel, the tachi Nameless Mitsutada, as evident by the Oda clan crest sewn into its wielder's clothes. Both spirit and weapon are both covered heavily in blood. ]
Who are you?
[ Mitsutada steps back instinctively, putting some distance between him and what seems to be a summoned ghost of his past self. ]
It was you, you did it.
[ Nameless's voice is much colder than Mitsutada's, but it's obvious from his intonation that they are one and the same. ]
Did what?
You broke them.
[ Broke them? Who? Mitsutada had never hurt a fellow sword spirit in his new life, only took care of them and spent time with them as friends - what was this ghost talking about? Unless... his past self had come to paint his own sins for all the public to see. Serving under the banner of the Demon King as one of his most beloved blades - ]
It's not like that! Please, explain to me. Who got hurt? We can do something about it -
You murderer.
[ Nameless takes a step forward, expression and gaze speaking only one word - kill. ]
No, I -
[ - Mitsutada instinctively reaches out, to try and put a hand on this lost blade, perhaps reassure him and calm him down enough to bring back to rejoin the others -
- his hand passes through the other spirit's body, and there is suddenly the feeling of something warm and sticky on his fingers.
Blood. ]
Ahhhh!
[ The apparition takes another step forward, forcing him against the wall and holding a blade to his throat. ]
wildcard [ Throw me something and I'll work with it! ]
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phase ii;
[ This isn't the first time that Mitsutada's ended up in a basement.
Except the previous time was a randomly generated medieval castle's basement, where he busted out some imprisoned princess and cleared the level after sweeping off a wyrm. No, this is a hospital, some sort of surgery centre for those with bodies of flesh and blood. Not for him.
Nevertheless, since he's already here, he might as well go ahead and complete the level. Except this level didn't seem to have any immediately obvious objectives - and his search for a guiding NPC brought him down a teleporting trapdoor and into the hallway of white. It takes him a few moments to get his bearings, looking around for any doors or signs that could guide his way - when something subtle shifts behind him, the faint sound of moving fabric amplified in the deafening silence.
His CYbuddy reacts faster than he does, squeaking faintly in fear and digging its claws deeper into the tachi's shirt. The little dragon put its head on his shoulder, covering its eyes with its wings. Mitsutada himself turns a second later, hand flying to the hilt of his true form in preparation to combat whatever scared Hika so abruptly -
- only to come face to face with himself.
Except it isn't really himself. This sword spirit had Mitsutada's exact features, but he was younger - wearing a purple shirt and vest instead of the suit that had become his trademark. However, what was most striking about this other tachi are his eyes - both intact, with purple irises and pupils so black they seemed to be two holes in the fabric of reality.
And he had a blade in one hand. His vessel, the tachi Nameless Mitsutada, as evident by the Oda clan crest sewn into its wielder's clothes. Both spirit and weapon are both covered heavily in blood. ]
Who are you?
[ Mitsutada steps back instinctively, putting some distance between him and what seems to be a summoned ghost of his past self. ]
It was you, you did it.
[ Nameless's voice is much colder than Mitsutada's, but it's obvious from his intonation that they are one and the same. ]
Did what?
You broke them.
[ Broke them? Who? Mitsutada had never hurt a fellow sword spirit in his new life, only took care of them and spent time with them as friends - what was this ghost talking about? Unless... his past self had come to paint his own sins for all the public to see. Serving under the banner of the Demon King as one of his most beloved blades - ]
It's not like that! Please, explain to me. Who got hurt? We can do something about it -
You murderer.
[ Nameless takes a step forward, expression and gaze speaking only one word - kill. ]
No, I -
[ - Mitsutada instinctively reaches out, to try and put a hand on this lost blade, perhaps reassure him and calm him down enough to bring back to rejoin the others -
- his hand passes through the other spirit's body, and there is suddenly the feeling of something warm and sticky on his fingers.
Blood. ]
Ahhhh!
[ The apparition takes another step forward, forcing him against the wall and holding a blade to his throat. ]
wildcard
[ Throw me something and I'll work with it! ]