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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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He watches Lily clean herself, expression a tempered amalgamation of concern and embarrassment which actually manages to hold itself together and not look too strange. ]
It wasn't intentional! [ Really, it wasn't. One of the downsides to having hair-trigger battle reflexes... ] It looked a bit like a bomb, and it would've cracked over my head otherwise.
[ At least, that's what he thinks. He didn't have a lot of time to observe the melon's trajectory, for the very simple (and embarrassing) reason that he immediately sliced it in half. ]
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Once she gets most of the melon off she looks to the man. He looks kind of horrified...can she really be mad at someone like this? Besides he seems really nice so far.]
Why would a bomb come at you?
[He's gotten her attention now!]
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It happens in battle, of course. We fight bad people who want to change history. [ Even Haru doesn't really know much about the Retrograding Army, unfortunately. ] Countering is a habit most of us have.
[ Which unfortunately backfires on him in times of peace, like now. ]
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Oh? Really? Why would people want to change that? [She is a lovely pot full of questions today for this man.]
Well, you don't have to worry about melons mister!
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We don't know. They just... do. [ Demon swords don't talk to you when they're trying to cut open your throats or convert you to their cause. ] But we've seen what they do, and they need to be stopped.
[ It's a good thing that he'll be learning from this experience, too. No more errant melons. ]
Right, what's your name?
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...oh...that isn't good. [She isn't sure how to feel about that then.] You must be really strong then!
[That's right, eat melons not attack them.]
I'm Lily.
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Nice to meet you, Lily-chan. [ Look, she's a bitty, and deserves that suffix. ] I'm Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, a sword spirit.
[ Seems like the easiest way to explain it to kids. His origins confuse even adults, so maybe it's better just to keep it simple. ]
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... [She stares at him about that name...yeah, nickname for you.] Sho...Nice to meet you!
[Though she then picks up on the last part.] Sword...spirit? Are you a ghost?
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Her question, though, makes him smile a little. ]
Mm, not exactly. I'm still real, see. [ Patting her on the head a little here. ] But I can disappear and reappear if I want to.
[ As long as he has his vessel around and intact. ]
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[She asked now, that's good right?]
Oh... [She blinks at the pat and then smiles at him.]
I'm a Baskerville, we protect the Abyss!