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Who: Mitsutada (

candlecutterpikachu) and you!
When: ICly 12/23 - 12/24
Where: ViViD centre, all around Cerealia
What: Dumb chuuni sword doing dumb things. Also, gratuitous amounts of 'cool' sprinkled over everything.
Rating/Warning: None yet, will edit as needed!

a; - shiny sword not actually looking for an owner (12/23)

[ Being a sword spirit has its benefits.

Firstly, you get a backup life of sorts. Even if your human form gets wrecked to literal pieces, you will be fine as long as your true form stays intact. Sure, it takes time to regenerate all that spiritual energy, but it is doable. Secondly, you don't age, and can live millennia if the circumstances are right. As long as you aren't broken, of course... which apparently is what had happened for the second time. Because, yknow, his world is supposedly gone. Which he isn't going to think about right now, not only because it means he failed in his purpose a second time, but also because one can't really process things very quickly if they have been reverted back to an inanimate object.

(Of course, he still thinks it's all just some strange dream. Everything that they fought for can't be gone just like this.)

You see, the problem with having a weapon as a true form is that sometimes code retrievers don't quite finish the job. Sure, he passed the introductory ViViD level without difficulty - but that was in his human form, which is ultimately temporary. Which means they didn't render it when it comes to actually letting him out into the colony.

The end result is that a sword has somehow ended up slotted between two cushions on one of the ViViD centre's lounge sofas. An attendant had stared at it inside the terminal for a good few minutes before deciding that the booth should be vacated as soon as possible - thus the sword being chucked out and jammed it into the seats, perhaps under some assumption that its owner would come by to pick it up. But it has been quite some time since it was placed there - if only for the very simple reason that the person in question is the sword itself.

To the untrained eye, the sword is a very well-kept one, polished until it shines with the cold brilliance of steel. To the trained eye, the sword would be quite the work of art, hilt and guard forged in an archaic style perhaps centuries past. And to the spiritually-sensitive eye, it would also carry the ethereal quality of having something possibly superimposed over its form.

Still, it is a very shiny (and expensive) sword. Will you claim it for yourself, or pick it up just to see if it is real? ]

b; - tin cans are not friends (12/23)

[ It took some time - a good amount of time, in fact - but he did eventually learn what had happened. (Or, as he would put it, what they told everyone had happened.) It's still a lot to absorb all at once, especially given that the purpose of his second life is to protect his world from those that were threatening to destroy it - but he supposes its not something he can change immediately. So into the backburner it goes, the thought crumpled up and tossed aside into a metaphorical wastepaper basket for perusal a long, long time later.

With that out of the way, more pressing issues begin to surface. Sure, he had been given money and a room (awfully nice of them, he thinks), but that money isn't going to last forever. The Saniwa never charged them, but this place would - so he needed to earn his keep.

You might find him perusing notices tacked into lampposts and walls, or lingering outside shops to read their displays. If there is a job board setup anywhere, he will be taking down notes with good 'ol pen and paper from the ViViD centre.

If you look mostly human and happen to remain in his vicinity for some amount of time, he would be sliding over before lowering his voice to address you - as how one might have a hushed conversation in the vicinity of a particularly large lion. ]

Hey. Do you know what that is?

[ 'That', being the innocuous-looking cleaning droid puttering away on the nearby pavement. It doesn't look suspicious, but the way he squints subtly seems to suggest otherwise. ]

c; - accidental melon ambushes (12/24)

[ Honestly, it's almost refreshing to start on simple chores like these. He still doesn't want to think about what happened the previous day, and there is work to be done - after catching up with the two Samonjis here, he had fallen back into some semblance of old routine. Cleaning, tidying and cooking, what he has always done for the others - but before he can do the third, he needs to buy ingredients first.

So here he is inside one of the neighborhood supermarkets, inspecting vegetables with the close scrutiny of a kitchen veteran. He keeps up a faint running monologue under his breath, muttering some form of commentary about the things that he comes across. He makes a pass on the not-quite-potatoes and bizarrely coloured spinach, picks a bit at the ten billion varieties of cheese, before ending up in front of a shelf full of fruits.

Rather unfortunately for him, one of the attendant droids seems to have caught on to his voiced thought about melons, and tries to bring one over from a shelf. Except its wheels get caught on one of the displays, and the melon goes flying -

- he draws in a flash, sensing the round projectile as it enters his field of vision - and the fruit is cleanly bisected, both halves sliding along the floor with varying proportions of pulp in tow.

Whoops.

If it isn't already evident by the look of sheer horror rapidly spreading across his face, this is something beyond embarrassing.

It is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, something uncool.

Hopefully the fruit didn't splatter you when it made its landing. Will you: ]

> Leave the guy with the eyepatch be for now while he tries to grapple with his terrible mistake
> Laugh
> Stare
> Demand compensation
> Attempt to steal the bisected melon
> Attempt to steal the shopping basket (why)
> Attempt to steal the sword (WHY)
> ???

d; - choose your own adventure

[ Throw me anything and I'll roll with it! ]

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[ Indeed, this sword is the real deal. Forged by the founder of the Osafune school of swordsmiths nearly a millenia ago, destroyed once and reformed again.

The sword doesn't seem to be any different from a normal ('normal') sword when Kay starts examining it... that is, until her fingers eventually brush against the steel of the blade. Assuming she had, like any sensible person, pulled it out by the hilt.

The blade trembles slightly, letting out a faint note as if it had been struck by a tuning fork. There is no further response from the sword until about half a minute later - there is a flash of bright blue-tinted light beside her - ]

Wait! Please don't touch me!

[ - which fades to reveal a man much taller than she is, and much more flustered than she is.

Yes, he just said 'me'. ]

Edited (icon) 2015-04-23 13:24 (UTC)

Maybe I'll-- gyaah! [ He doesn't stay the more flustered party for long, as his sudden appearance has her backpedalling, hitting the backs of her legs against the sofa, and promptly toppling onto the seat with 'him' clutched tight in one flailing hand. Sheathed, at least, or she'd be less a few fingers. ]

Where did you come from? [ wait wait more importantly, she's clearly just found the owner of the sword. He's 100% a cosplayer. ] That outfit is amazing! Did you make it yourself? Ah, of course! This is yours. Here!

[ It's good that his sword form did slip back into its sheath - because not only would it deprive Kay of a few fingers, it would also gave him the very peculiar and mostly uncomfortable sensation of being touched somewhere inside his chest. Another downside to having two bodies - sometimes, sensory dissonance does happen. ]

Thank you. [ Mitsutada takes himself from Kay with an all-too audible sigh, clipping the sheath back onto his belt and trying to banish the sheer embarrassment of the past half-minute from his countenance. Though her questions come a bit too fast for him to answer all at once, so his reply comes after a pause. ]

I come from Japan, of course! And yes, I made my clothes myself. [ Said with a good hint of pride. None of the other swords bar Horikawa can make such a claim...! ]

That's so cool. It must have taken you ages. Oh! I made mine too- what do you think? [ when she asked 'where' she'd meant 'just then'... but honestly, she figures it doesn't really matter in the long run, when there's a fellow enthusiast to chat to. She gets back onto her feet and twirls for him, eager for the opinion of someone who's clearly a master cosplayer. ]

[ Did she just... call him... cool???

Just... let him bask in that for a few moments, would you. Of course, it doesn't occur to him at all that sudden manifestations might be strange. It's what all the swords do, so he just swiftly moves on with the conversation.

He inspects her clothes with a discerning eye, and after a few moments his smile brightens. ]

It's good! [ Especially compared to his fellow swords, who can't even mend to save their lives... ] I like your coordination.

Edited 2015-04-23 14:22 (UTC)

[ VISIBLY PREENS. ]

Thanks very much! I worked hard to make an outfit suitable for a Great Thief, after all. It's nice to have your work appreciated, right? You must get a lot of compliments.

[ Great Thief? Well, given how this girl holds herself, he doubts she's a true scoundrel. So he is suitably impressed as well, especially with what she says after that.

Just let these two feed each other's egos for a moment. ]

Ah, of course I do. It's only fit for someone cool to look like this! [ THOUGH IT'S MORE FOR HIS COOKING THAN HIS ACTUAL STYLE, SORRY KAY...

... and then he actually pays attention to his surroundings for a moment. Uh... this isn't exactly the Citadel is it? Then... ]

... right. Where's this, by the way?

Oh, are you new, too? [ she assumed he knew where he is, or he wouldn't have left his sword lying around here. APPARENTLY NOT. She sympathises with this, she gets lost all the time. ]

I have a map somewhere in here...

[ His expression immediately becomes more subdued, though only for a moment - he catches himself in a flash, putting his usual smile back on.

A map... that means... ]

If you could let me see it, that'd be great.

[ He's already decided that he's not going to actually believe any of that world-destroying crap. So he'll be okay. He can't show weakness in front of a stranger. ]

[ That's the spirit! She pulls out Little Thief, and enters a few commands until it chirps and projects a composite map of the colony. It flickers green, then zooms until it's showing the room they're both standing in. With another button press, she restores the larger map. ]

There's not that much information around about the rest of the planet, or I'd have given that to Lil' Thief as well. Kinda bugs me... Right! Where did you need to go?

[ From what Kay said, he's going to assume that Lil' Thief is the thing she's currently poking around with. Another one of those technological devices, probably a human thing.

Her question, though, is a good one. ]

Well... I'm not so sure about that. I literally just arrived.

[ As in, 'just got chucked out of the ViViD centre' arrived. ]

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