[ There are only a few things that can rouse Mitsutada from lightly asleep to fullly awake in about less than three seconds. Quite a few of them involved other swords coming to his room and banging on the door, or otherwise trying to poke his true form in a measure of conveying definite urgency. Some others are tied to the basal self-preservation instincts of any sword, such as reacting to fire, ice, or lightning. But this last method, a method that he had never experienced in close to about six centuries, is the one that gets him this time.
Because not only is someone holding him, it's someone so very familiar. Too familiar, almost - because it is someone whom he has not seen for a very, very long time. Someone who was supposed to be dead.
The tachi manifests in a bright burst of blue light, golden gaze focused with equal parts nervousness and excitement. He even reaches up to adjust his tie just a little, for the sake of presentation -
- it's him.
Well, sort of, anyway - because while he does admit that his memory has dulled just ever so slightly in the centuries past, Masamune seems to have... changed. He can't quite put his finger to it, but there is just something a little different this time. It's probably a small detail that he missed by way of his eagerness, but it is enough to unbalance him, like that pea on the metaphorical mattress. (Or however that human legend went.)
But it still is Masamune, so he will offer the human a greeting that befits that status. ]
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Because not only is someone holding him, it's someone so very familiar. Too familiar, almost - because it is someone whom he has not seen for a very, very long time. Someone who was supposed to be dead.
The tachi manifests in a bright burst of blue light, golden gaze focused with equal parts nervousness and excitement. He even reaches up to adjust his tie just a little, for the sake of presentation -
- it's him.
Well, sort of, anyway - because while he does admit that his memory has dulled just ever so slightly in the centuries past, Masamune seems to have... changed. He can't quite put his finger to it, but there is just something a little different this time. It's probably a small detail that he missed by way of his eagerness, but it is enough to unbalance him, like that pea on the metaphorical mattress. (Or however that human legend went.)
But it still is Masamune, so he will offer the human a greeting that befits that status. ]
Master! I'm here now.