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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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[ For a thief with an eye for treasure, Kay almost sits on the sword before she notices it on the sofa. She doesn't, which is the important thing, and before long she's carefully tugged it out of the cushions to examine. ]

Huh. It looked like a replica, but this is the real deal... Who leaves a sword lying around?

[ Should she take it to Lost and Found? Is there a Lost and Found? Should she just accept that sometimes you find free swords lying around and take it? Hmm.... ]

[ Gareki just happened to be shopping for some food, too. He needs those vitamins that only fruits and vegetables can give him. He didn't expect to be wearing it. So yeah, he's going to want compensation. Gareki won't even ask.

He takes what he wants.

And the culprit seems to have done most of his shopping already. Gareki's basket is relatively empty aside from some meat that he bought. Now that he feels sticky and gross, the boy doesn't feel like walking around to pick things out himself. Luckily, this sharply-dressed stranger has a basket that seems to be pretty filled up with all of the essentials. Gareki is going to proceed to dump the contents of his own shopping basket into it and picks it up. ]

I'm taking this.

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

[SUDDEN CONVERSATIONS. Romana is still trying to get her bearings in this place herself, so she does hang around long enough for Mitsutada to shuffle on over. Being easily intimidated, though, she can't help but squeak and jerk back a little when he speaks up... But, thankfully for the eardrums of everyone on the street, she isn't startled enough to shriek. Small blessings.

She slowly looks to the little cleaner droid, then back to him.]

It's. Uh. [It looks like something out of a shitty sci-fi novel, but she's not going to say that.] Some kind of a robot... I think.

[> applauds with an impressed expression

Because as you do. Not even minding the embarrassed feelings that this guy (??? he also feels like Kousetsu does, in the non-human sense of it, interesting) might be giving off, because emotion sensing. Naoki's toting a basket with various ingredients in it, preparing for some baking tomorrow, but he didn't expect a display like this with grocery shopping. What an interesting day.

And he was even thankfully missed by melon parts.]

Edited 2015-04-23 13:52 (UTC)

[Accidents happen or so Shin-Ah is led to believe. This truly was a magnificent accident to watch, the robot trying to be helpful and the stranger reacting as if someone had throw weaponry at him.

As the poor, innocent watermelon goes splat on the floor, a chunk breaks off and merrily rolls closer to Shin-Ah's feet. He stares at it for a moment before bending down and picking it up as well as the melon part it escaped from.

He's about to offer the mess that is the melon to Mitsutada but it seems the squirrel hidden in his fur piece has other plans. Happily, Ao climbs along Shin-Ah's arm and sinks her teeth into the fleshy part of the melon.

...Well then. There goes any hope left for that melon.]

[While the sight of a sword just being stuck in a sofa is pretty odd, Lapis ends up wandering over to it because of what she can sense from it. Her sixth-sense is pretty damn powerful, so she can only just... squint at it for a moment, having crouched down a bit by the sofa to get a look. It's a very nice sword, but there's just something about it...

It's after a few moments of slowly increasing squinting that Lapis realizes that whatever this is she's sensing, it's confusing. So she stands up straight, her fingers brushing against the steel curiously to see if anything happens, before she reaches to pull it out from the sofa to get a closer look. At least she makes sure she's careful about it.]

[If there is one person who tends to poke his nose into places it might no belong, it's Pharos. Up and about and exploring places, it seems like today is a good day to stumble upon lost things.

Or treasured swords.

It's as if his eye is drawn towards the sword, carelessly placed between two cushions as it is. There is something about it he can't place his finger on but something like that as to have an owner. ...Maybe a new arrival left their sword behind by accident? If so, returning it to its owner would be prudent.

Curiously, Pharos approaches and reaches out to touch the sword.]

[ holy shit. holy shit.

that is one nice-looking sword. even with his limited knowledge, it looks like something that was made by the people of Mizuho-- very well-made, especially. even without looking at the blade, he can tell the quality is superb and it leave Lloyd appalled that someone would just leave their sword here like this.

the only thing that disappoints him is that there aren't two of these. ]

Did someone leave this? [ he considers taking it to a lost-and-found, but… it wouldn't hurt to at least look at it first, right? ]

[Nice does stare for a little bit, and he puts his hands in his pockets as he sidesteps the melon pulp. He wasn't just going to let himself get that stuff all over him...]

I don't really think melons are that life threatening.

[Thank you for the commentary nobody asked for, Nice.]

[ As another person who's lost about how in the world this whole event could have happened, Ookurikara seems to be coping very well. In a way, he gets what he want: Freedom. He's a free soul now. In the cost of his friends. Which somehow doesn't balance out too well.

But he was never one to dwell on the past. What's done is done. He's alive, and some of his 'friends' are probably dead. Although Ookurikara is actually a bit grateful at... whatever gods existed in this place that a good amount of the talking swords are alive and kickin' around. Their bonds, the memories... No matter how much he wanted to refuse them, they're important for Ookurikara.

Well, on the other hand, that means that he should mentally prepared himself for loads of stupidities those people have in their minds. ]

...

[ ...And unsurprisingly, he finds a very certain, familiar sword sticking himself in a place where other could've use for a good rest. There's in, no way in hell, he can ever not notice him, after all. It's definitely Mitsutada. Or his replica. Either way works well for him.

With him (assuming that this one is that candle cutter Mitsutada) , of course he doesn't need to say anything. Ookurikara crosses his arms for a good one minute, before he pulls his own sword out of its sheath on his hip, obviously gives little to no shit for other people around who are totally creeped out by Ookurikara's sudden action. Moving his legs slightly, the tachi then enters his stance as he watches over the sword on the cushion.

Mitsutada have ten-- No, five seconds to materialize back into human forms before Ookurikara destroy the sword for good. Here's hoping that this is the real Mitsutada because if it's a fake/replica, Ookurikara's going to enjoy destroying it to the smallest piece because no one- NO ONE is allowed to put his bro in a spot like this. Even if it's just a replica, he deserves to be put somewhere more deserving. ]

Edited 2015-04-23 15:48 (UTC)

[Going to the store was something she's learned she has to do here. Back home she would let Lottie, Doug or Fang get her food, but here so wants to do some on her own. So as she's looking at the fruit, most of it looks yummy, she notices the eye patched man. He looks new.

Not paying much mind to him she grabs an apple until she hears the sound of something hitting a stand. The moment she looks she closes her eyes as pulp splatters over her face and clothes. This is her luck...

Opening her eyes and blinking she tries to rub the melon off of her face.]

Hey!

[ On his way to his own designated workplace Mitsutada will run into Kousetsu at some point. It was strange to think that even more of his comrades were arriving here. He wasn't the most sociable back in the Citadel but he would try and help out the others as much as he was able to. The peaceful air about him is undeniable and Kousetsu's own head tilts a little when the question pops up. Ah, yes, the droids or...robots as he's been told they were called. ]

They are...not dangerous. [ At least not these ones. ] It is a...robot, from what I have learned here.

[ Ending up in this world reminded Horikawa of the time he was separated from the comfort of familiar, peaceful walls; of the time that he was taken by the Allied Forces. After serving his time for Hijikata Toshizo, he once thought his purpose was completed right then and there. He was fine with being taken away from Hijikata's residence at that time. But the situation changed... Thousands of years later, Horikawa is simply one of the many ancient swords brought back to life and given another purpose.

So, why did he find himself here all of a sudden? Did they possibly fail? That... couldn't be, right? The memories he held prior to arriving here didn't match the circumstances from Atsukashiyama nor from Kyoto. They've won those battles, so they should have been able to continue fighting. Yet what has he found out in this strange place, he's been fed incomprehensible information that basically informed them of their destroyed world. It just didn't fit. It didn't make any sense. Despite this whirlpool of questions, he chooses to remain calm.

After all, the answers will come sooner or later. He's confident of his scouting abilities to be able to secure these answers... So he's decided to treat arriving here in Cerealia as another detour. It won't be the first time that these swords experienced turning the wrong way, after all! It'll be fine...

It'll be fine, Horikawa tells himself within his mind as he smiles with his usual calm. But he is momentarily surprised after noticing a sight that he didn't think he'll encounter so soon. His smile grows more warmly, quick on his feet to hurry forward and pick up a familiar comrade. He could almost embrace him... Mitsutada! ]

You... You're here, after all.

[ You certainly are starting your time off here right, aren't you Mitsutada?

Though it had taken some time for Mikazuki himself to get adjusted to his new and current surroundings, he never found the need to use his weapon just yet- or at least in the way he happened to witness just now. The sight came as a shock at first, noticing the sword wandering around in the distance gave way to a small sense of relief in the older sword.

From what he had been told of his home world there had been some doubt in his mind as to the whereabouts of the others, yet from this one simple sight he could quickly come to terms with a thought he held dear in his mind. That the others were safe and sound just as he were. And yet, when he chose to approach the other sword, he was stopped momentarily by the swift cut of the melon slicing in two... and right in front of him.

Oh my. ]

Aaaaah... as sharp as ever, I see. Though I have to wonder how threatening that fruit may have been.

[ So much for a proper greeting, but Mikazuki was now far too amused to say anything but. Really, the other had not changed at all... ]

[Instead of getting someone similarly suspicious of the cleaning droid, Mitsutada gets an incurably curious guy who loves robots like his sons. Er, the sons of civilization. All of them.]

[Chibi follows the other man's line of sight to the cleaning droid, which is circling quietly a bit away. Aw, he's working away! Chibi cracks a little grin.]

Looks like a robot... Cute little guy, too. [He slinks a little closer, then gets on one knee to level himself with the cleaning droid. His cloak billows around his legs with the movement.] I don't know what he's doing over there, but he doesn't look too smart.

[Now, if the robot were smart...! That'd be a conversation about slave labor in the making...]

( Fortunately, the fruit did not splatter on him but unfortunately for our one eyed sword friend, he'd caused quite the scene. And now all of ~~China~~ the 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. )

[In the distance, a surely familiar-sounding:]

UWAH—?!

[where did he even come from... why is he even here..... WHO KNOWS. Busy being fascinated by the ten thousand different types of cereal they have in Cerealia, maybe? His hyperfocus would explain how he managed to get hit at all, at least.

Either way, it sure is Kashuu and he sure is looking down in horror at the gross, pulpy mess that is now decorating the side of his shirt. He just bought this shirt. He just bought this shirt (using his points and his arrival time for the important things, clearly) and now he can already feel melon juice seeping through and he's gonna get sticky and what if there are WINTER BEES out and about or something?? They'll find him and try to feast on his melonclothing and HE'LL DIE.

It's like he's trying to convey all of this when he looks up, honing in on Mitsutada immediately with a stare of betrayal.]

[ ... hm. so, of course, the rest of this place is as foreign as it gets. all this talk of world destruction, code, things that were, admittedly, hard to get his head around at first (not even counting how completely unbelievable it sounded). getting knocked down without so much as a fight that he remembers... not likely.

so, masamune takes to figuring out the place on his own. even without the in-depth looking around, it's pretty clear that nothing here was like what he was used to.

the fact that a sword stabbed into the couch cushions is the most familiar thing here is just a hint at just how questionable the entire thing was, and when catching sight of that in the vivid centre is more than enough to give him a moment's pause.

it's not the fact that it's a sword in a sea of technology that gets him. rather, it's the fact that it's this particular sword, one he knows quite well. his hands move to kagehide at his waist--all six of his swords, resting on one before he moves forward to stop in front of the sofa. ]

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada ... The hell is this doing here?

[ is what he finally says. a fake, maybe? perhaps not. if a sword stabbed into the cushions is weird, then a guy decked out in full armor putting his hand around the hilt and aiming to pull out that sword like some weird college party rendition of excalibur is probably even weirder.

but, well, can't leave one of the dragon's fangs laying around, can he? ]

[Are we doomed to only have CR in which the number of eyes between our characters only equals two—

Well, either way, like Mitsutada, Takasugi is new. That's about the only reason he's still here, actually. He's more than ready to be on his way, to get out of this place and do something slightly more relevant than play video games, but the sight of the lone sword catches his attention. He has his own sword at his side, of course, and even though it's a sword that shouldn't exist (not in one piece, anyway), he really has no interest in just picking up another and taking it home. But it's a curious sight, so he makes his way over after a moment, once it's clear that no one else is going to claim it, and reaches out to pluck it from the couch. Surely there must be a reason that it was left behind...

He cares more about that than making sure it gets back to its owner, honestly.]

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