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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there's some semblance of the explanation that masamune had in that response (an explanation he had somewhat dismissed). another thing to add to the strangeness that was cerealia... if it were true, at least, but he's not completely skeptical. the words lead him to take another glance at the sword in his hands, turning it over, the light bouncing off the blade.
a closed mind in a place like this might not do him much good, he's finding. and yet there's still a small pause, as he takes in mitsutada's words. ]
... That so. [ wearing that name with pride, huh. that, at least, is somewhat of a familiar reaction--pride, that is. it's far too literal, that name, and there's no hiding the smirk that mitsutada would keep it regardless of that. not that he picked it with a spirit in mind.
and not that he's entirely convinced. yet, as he looks at mitsutada--he can't quite see any untruths in his gaze. (right down to the eyepatch, huh.) ] Been a long time, and I haven't seen you at all. Some reason you're showing up now?
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Not that he would ever admit it, but there was always this little part of him, inside, that worried Masamune won't know who he is, won't accept who he is. Because swords are, at heart, all tools - and to be rejected by their purpose is possibly the most cruel thing that could happen to them. Even with his friends by his side, with all the strength of fortitude that he had forged for himself over the years - he still isn't sure if he could have lived with that rejection.
Masamune's question, though, is much trickier. ]
It took this long for me to become sentient, I'm afraid. [ Tsukumogami grow in strength very slowly, after all. ] A saniwa sage helped with completing my form, though. Haru-san.
[ Not using the swords' fond nickname for him now, because as he speaks he realizes that there is going to be a problem. Whose alleigance is he going to follow now? ]
Right. That being said, I come from some point in the future. About - [ for the first time, uncertainty flickers over his expression ] - three hundred years. The twentieth century. So... it's been a long time for me, too, Master.
[ His smile isn't as bright as he would have wished it to be - because there is only so much he can do to stem the now-growing flood of mixed feelings in his mind. ]
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as far as this action goes, masamune had never thought he'd actually do something like this. but, with this kind of development, he realizes he'd never quite offered mitsutada a choice--for obvious reasons. masamune had always acted with the condition that any of his fangs would be taken only after his death, but that wasn't quite the same when the recipient was the sword himself.
so, it's with little doubt that he offers the blade to mitsutada. even if he hadn't been asked to be... returned... just yet. ]
Then... that's yours. [ just the truth. when masamune thinks about it, kojuro might not have believed this story at first, but he'd certainly agree to this kind of decision in the end. ] Three hundred years and you're still calling me master, are you?
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And now, his Master is offering his true form back to him. That in itself is surprising - because swords are meant to serve, even if they are in spirit form. To have ownership of himself, and be able to hold on to it...
... it's something he hasn't really questioned or even thought about until now.
He takes his blade from Masamune with a respectful half-bow before returning it to its proper position at his waist. ]
Yes. [ He would have preferred it to be a fully confident answer, but he isn't capable of that right now. ] You named me, and a lot more. I think that's more than enough.