燭台切光忠 † shokudaikiri "melonslasher" mitsutada (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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estoria2015-04-23 08:09 pm
candlecutterpikachu) wrote in estoria2015-04-23 08:09 pm
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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!
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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Chinathe supermarket knows how uncool you are. It probably doesn't help that a certain someone has to make an even bigger scene out of it, )BWA HA HA HA!
( Mutsu, calm down... but no, he can't help it. He finds a familiar face and this is the state he finds him in? It's too good. )
Melonslasher Mitsutada... I like it!
( You see? He's so funny. So funny. )
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[ As if this isn't bad enough already - ] Goddamnit, Mutsu! [ Though this second statement is only muttered to himself, not wanting to offend the other. ] And it's candlestickslasher, got it?
[ A lot of his anger and/or frustration quickly simmers down, though - it truly is his fault, and he accepts that fact. He messed up, time to pay for the consequences...
... though if Mutsu is already here; ] C'mon, give me a hand.
[ He might still sound grumpy, but he's already starting to smile - because even if this is one of the most magnificent fuckups he's made in quite a few centuries, this is one of his friends laughing at him. And he wouldn't pick anyone else, and definitely not a stranger, to do that.
At least, he now knows that Mutsu is safe. ]
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Anyway, I like to imagine that Mutsu was playing around with the shopping carts or something in this situation so he'll just skip around to collect both halves of the melon. It's a good clean cut and he'll
stick the halves back together
and innocently place the new whole down inconspicuously on a nearby fruit display before nudging Melonslasher here, )
No one will notice, right?
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Mitsutada watches the uchigatana casually pick up the melon, his flustered expression changing to one of confusion and then to mild disapproval. ]
Hey, don't do that. [ Walking over, he takes the melon from the shelf again. ] I'll pay for it.
[ Since it would be the height of disrespectful and inconvenient for whoever happened to come across the melon next. Plus, he sorta broke it, so he needs to pay for it... right? ]
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( ... !
Does this mean they're going to get to eat melon later. Why isn't it summer and sunny outside-- no we can eat melon outside in the winter too. Okay, maybe not actually outside but still. )
Bwahaha! So ya aren't finished with this one yet!
( Clearly there's unfinished business with this melon. Beware, melon, the melonslasher is going to settle a score with you and how many other swords will be there to eat what comes from it... )
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Well, yeah. [ Sort of. He's trying. And then he continues, because it's totally a valid change in subject: ] What're you doing here?
[ He's just gonna casually continue the conversation while he goes back to his shopping basket. Don't mind all the groceries... ]
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Me? I wanted to check out the market! Ya can learn a lot about a place from what they sell, ya know?
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They actually have things here from back home, I suppose I should give them some credit. [ Not that he's ever going to actually believe what they claimed to be true, but at least they knew how important food is. ] There's also a lot of gaijin things here, though. It's an opportunity to try them out.
[ Basically, if you want some foreign dish, now's your chance. ]
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Makes sense! There're a lot of westerners walking around the place. I've never seen so many... ( This is waaay more than what he'd see in Dejima. Oh, oh, but he caught on to that and he's just going to skip on over. ) Let's find some chips. I wanna see what flavors they have here.
( Junk food. Just. Junk food. )
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Though he is impressed at how many flavours there are. Jellybean, sesame, garlic? How could they even do that? ]
You're looking for these? [ That's so unhealthy... even though swords can't really get atherosclerosis, he's still wincing a little inside. ] I could make some, if you really want them.
[ Much healthier ones, of course. ]
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... Well, let's try some of these anyway! C'mon, even the master like 'em.
( Maybe not all of these flavors. )
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Well, if you're buying these, you're paying. [ He's not going to waste money on these unhealthy things. ] I've got plenty for everyone already.
[ Wait. ]
I thought Haruji was a more vegetable sort of person. [ Or... something??/ He's never seen the Saniwa really eat these things. ]
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( Look, he'll even hold one up that reads, "MADE WITH 100% REAL POTATOES" )
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[ Because vegetables are green and orange and white and not weird potato colour. ]
They're not good for you, that's my point.
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All right, all right, I'll pay for 'em. And I'll get something good to eat too, okay? Did ya get any tofu for the foxes yet?
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Course I did. [ There's three packs, for the three foxes. ] I'll leave it to them to fry it themselves, though.
[ At least, he can trust Nakigitsune to do it properly. Kogitsunemaru... not so much. ]