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[ 6. You open a door and find yourself at a funeral service of the type you would expect to see in the world you came from. There are shadowy figures that look like the silhouettes of people who care about you, both from your world and from your previous game. They are mourning in whichever way is most natural to them, their mannerisms just the way you remember. You can't hear them speak, but you feel their grief. When the ceremony comes to an end, you realize they are mourning you. Upon making that realization you find yourself back in the hall, disoriented and with a deep sense of loss. Only four minutes have passed.
:)
mikazuki enters the door with tsurumaru, expression curious as the room shifts. slowly the room begins to fill with shadowy figures of their comrades. the genjis occupy the space in the room, higekiri's normally vacant expression serious as hizamaru's shoulders tremble under the weight of his sadness - only occasionally does he lift his arm to wipe at his eyes with his sleeve.
kashuu kiyomitsu is similarly nearby, his fingers curling into the palms of his hands, painted nails against pale skin. the rest of the shinsengumi swords linger nearby, their heads bowed. the gou swords in different states of disarray, all of their eyes focused forward.
by the arrangement of flowers and the picture frame that still remains blurred in the distance, four others figures have changed their normally colorful robes for black.
for a moment, mikazuki remains at the entrance - but not before long he laughs, as one does at funerals.]
Ha ha ha.
[and he walks forward, humming a song at a slow cadence under his breath]
:)
mikazuki enters the door with tsurumaru, expression curious as the room shifts. slowly the room begins to fill with shadowy figures of their comrades. the genjis occupy the space in the room, higekiri's normally vacant expression serious as hizamaru's shoulders tremble under the weight of his sadness - only occasionally does he lift his arm to wipe at his eyes with his sleeve.
kashuu kiyomitsu is similarly nearby, his fingers curling into the palms of his hands, painted nails against pale skin. the rest of the shinsengumi swords linger nearby, their heads bowed. the gou swords in different states of disarray, all of their eyes focused forward.
by the arrangement of flowers and the picture frame that still remains blurred in the distance, four others figures have changed their normally colorful robes for black.
for a moment, mikazuki remains at the entrance - but not before long he laughs, as one does at funerals.]
Ha ha ha.
[and he walks forward, humming a song at a slow cadence under his breath]
[ welp.
he waits for mikazuki to step inside before trailing in after. it's a little funny, because tsurumaru has not met these swords-- or some of them, at least. he can spot yasusada the most easily, after spending time with him at the camp, and he recognizes ones he saw on the screen there too. it's really not that difficult to place the others though. ]
Well, can't say I was expecting this...
[ it comes out a little more quietly than he meant it to. ]
he waits for mikazuki to step inside before trailing in after. it's a little funny, because tsurumaru has not met these swords-- or some of them, at least. he can spot yasusada the most easily, after spending time with him at the camp, and he recognizes ones he saw on the screen there too. it's really not that difficult to place the others though. ]
Well, can't say I was expecting this...
[ it comes out a little more quietly than he meant it to. ]
[ well.
assuming that they stuck together as soon as they woke up, and also as they read the note with the death announcement... but after, tsurumaru will just gesture for mikazuki to follow him. where to? he isn't sure, but at least they're moving. ]
assuming that they stuck together as soon as they woke up, and also as they read the note with the death announcement... but after, tsurumaru will just gesture for mikazuki to follow him. where to? he isn't sure, but at least they're moving. ]
[sometime after mini-event.... i'm assuming they're just going to wash up and get changed?
probably in tsuru's room. private bathroom]
Ah, that reminds me, my crane... Have you gone to speak with the staff this week? Aside from our time bonding with dear Cetus...
probably in tsuru's room. private bathroom]
Ah, that reminds me, my crane... Have you gone to speak with the staff this week? Aside from our time bonding with dear Cetus...
[tsuru is welcome to follow - and mikazuki doesn't stop him, but he also doesn't stop for anyone. it'll probably be a little clearer now that they're further away from the public eye and mikazuki keeps walking that he is favoring his right leg considerably. the blood and pool water follow after him, but the left side has a more saturated red.
when he makes it to his room, his fingers find the key and open the door. he spares once glance behind him, as though acknowledging tsurumaru is there -
and leaves the door open for him as he walks through.]
when he makes it to his room, his fingers find the key and open the door. he spares once glance behind him, as though acknowledging tsurumaru is there -
and leaves the door open for him as he walks through.]
[ Your beloved comrades are falling apart.
The Shimabara Rebellion is a heavy mission indeed. The slaughter of 37,000 commoners, led by outrage and religious zeal into a rebellion against the shogunate in what is an otherwise peaceful era. You know of their mission: to take the place of Amakusa Shirou, the killed leader, and ensure the course of history.
To recruit thousands of people, only to lead them to slaughter.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga, a vision in white, carries his cross and flag - and leads. He follows his orders correctly, he does not falter in his steps, and he paves the way for his team to witness the slaughter of a child they had recruited to their cause.
(This is, at once, your Tsurumaru Kuninaga and not your Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Yet how easily they could be one and the same is not lost on you.)
You watch on from a distance. Matsui Gou throws his fist at Tsurumaru’s face - and you know the crane’s answer before it even leaves his mouth.
This is history.
One of your subordinates - a human that you have recruited to help the Touken Danshi upon their missions - collects the unconscious body of fallen child’s brother. You know he will be taken to safety.
It is one life, out of thousands. But it is one life, even still.
The others leave - but Tsurumaru Kuninaga shouts his dare for you into the sea.
“Help them! Save them! All these 37,000! They’re not just a number. Each one of them had their own life! They were alive! Take them with you! To the quiet sea, to Paraiso! If you can do it, go and try!”
Something in this treacherous heart of yours whispers:
‘Do you not think I would, if I could?’
You watch him stumble - caught only by the steadfast Ookurikara - and disappear back to the Citadel.
The ache in your heart does not subside even after they are gone. The blood of the fallen stain the water red. You do not let your anguish show even now.
This is your punishment, you suppose. To not be able to save them all. To never reveal the endless cracking and breaking of your heart over and over again.
For humanity. For your swords. For the world.
To follow this course of history is to always be in mourning. ]
The Shimabara Rebellion is a heavy mission indeed. The slaughter of 37,000 commoners, led by outrage and religious zeal into a rebellion against the shogunate in what is an otherwise peaceful era. You know of their mission: to take the place of Amakusa Shirou, the killed leader, and ensure the course of history.
To recruit thousands of people, only to lead them to slaughter.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga, a vision in white, carries his cross and flag - and leads. He follows his orders correctly, he does not falter in his steps, and he paves the way for his team to witness the slaughter of a child they had recruited to their cause.
(This is, at once, your Tsurumaru Kuninaga and not your Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Yet how easily they could be one and the same is not lost on you.)
You watch on from a distance. Matsui Gou throws his fist at Tsurumaru’s face - and you know the crane’s answer before it even leaves his mouth.
This is history.
One of your subordinates - a human that you have recruited to help the Touken Danshi upon their missions - collects the unconscious body of fallen child’s brother. You know he will be taken to safety.
It is one life, out of thousands. But it is one life, even still.
The others leave - but Tsurumaru Kuninaga shouts his dare for you into the sea.
“Help them! Save them! All these 37,000! They’re not just a number. Each one of them had their own life! They were alive! Take them with you! To the quiet sea, to Paraiso! If you can do it, go and try!”
Something in this treacherous heart of yours whispers:
‘Do you not think I would, if I could?’
You watch him stumble - caught only by the steadfast Ookurikara - and disappear back to the Citadel.
The ache in your heart does not subside even after they are gone. The blood of the fallen stain the water red. You do not let your anguish show even now.
This is your punishment, you suppose. To not be able to save them all. To never reveal the endless cracking and breaking of your heart over and over again.
For humanity. For your swords. For the world.
To follow this course of history is to always be in mourning. ]
[fuck you
they're in tsuru's room because if he was passed out then jiji just stole his keys and carried him back. we can fastforward to when he's awake, but jiji will just get him out of his bloodied clothes and do another check on his injuries
what's the damage, you damn bird]
they're in tsuru's room because if he was passed out then jiji just stole his keys and carried him back. we can fastforward to when he's awake, but jiji will just get him out of his bloodied clothes and do another check on his injuries
what's the damage, you damn bird]
[ nyehe
anyway, there's now a scar across his face. on his left arm there is a wound that looks like something was embedded in his arm. across his chest there is a wound that mikazuki would recognize as a sword slash across his chest, and like. another one also at his chest that was definitely an impalement.
everything is no longer bleeding due to healing, at least. ]
anyway, there's now a scar across his face. on his left arm there is a wound that looks like something was embedded in his arm. across his chest there is a wound that mikazuki would recognize as a sword slash across his chest, and like. another one also at his chest that was definitely an impalement.
everything is no longer bleeding due to healing, at least. ]
[idk some point sunday
mikazuki will hold his hand out to tsurumaru so that they can walk together
but also]
Kaeya Alberich informed me that he was possessed by shadow.
He swore me to secrecy.
[fucking asshole. anyway this means tsuru has been sworn to secrecy]
mikazuki will hold his hand out to tsurumaru so that they can walk together
but also]
Kaeya Alberich informed me that he was possessed by shadow.
He swore me to secrecy.
[fucking asshole. anyway this means tsuru has been sworn to secrecy]
[ anyway. when tsuru has presumably kidnapped jiji before he could go reunite with his one true love, jason todd ]
So, a few things. The first is that those flowers are indeed from the dead. They have tried to send us letters, but they haven't gone through-- Virgo didn't deliver them. Either they can't yet, or they can't at all.
Second, I'm the one who wrote the note about not robbing the dead. It turns out they actually need the tickets where they are. It's some kind of mansion... but apparently they end up on dangerous things there too. Robbing their corpses meant that we left them dangerously injured with no way to heal.
Third, I found out who the person who was here before the rest of us is. Okita Souji. I spoke to him on the phone yesterday. He seems nice!
So, a few things. The first is that those flowers are indeed from the dead. They have tried to send us letters, but they haven't gone through-- Virgo didn't deliver them. Either they can't yet, or they can't at all.
Second, I'm the one who wrote the note about not robbing the dead. It turns out they actually need the tickets where they are. It's some kind of mansion... but apparently they end up on dangerous things there too. Robbing their corpses meant that we left them dangerously injured with no way to heal.
Third, I found out who the person who was here before the rest of us is. Okita Souji. I spoke to him on the phone yesterday. He seems nice!
[i see.
mikazuki's expression twitches for a moment as he processes all this, before it evens back out]
.... very well, very well. I had thought it a gift from our mutual friend from the village as neither Rupert nor Cloud Strife received anything yesterday, but it appears as though this is truly the form of communication they can manage. I shall leave new flowers upon their gravestones to let them know it has been received.
But I shall do my best to support you, my love. [bringing tsuru's hand up to jiji's mouth for a kissy]
And Okita Souji is a rather good individual. [thinks about how jiji apparently appears as a cat in bakuten rerun to let souji go to kondou-san] So I cannot say I find that surprising... but we ought retrieve him just as swiftly.
mikazuki's expression twitches for a moment as he processes all this, before it evens back out]
.... very well, very well. I had thought it a gift from our mutual friend from the village as neither Rupert nor Cloud Strife received anything yesterday, but it appears as though this is truly the form of communication they can manage. I shall leave new flowers upon their gravestones to let them know it has been received.
But I shall do my best to support you, my love. [bringing tsuru's hand up to jiji's mouth for a kissy]
And Okita Souji is a rather good individual. [thinks about how jiji apparently appears as a cat in bakuten rerun to let souji go to kondou-san] So I cannot say I find that surprising... but we ought retrieve him just as swiftly.
[jiji has probably been greeting tsuru with kisses all week and it is not about to stop.
kissu.]
Hello, my crane. Estelle received another of their bouquets and so I would like for us to pay the graves a visit to send a message back. [a beat] Her bouquet was rather enlightening as well. Though she too received flowers of good fortune, she received one that meant to say 'Sweet Be Thy Dreams' - which prompts me to believe that the Mirabilis I received too means 'Sweet Dreams'.
Furthermore, I was able to witness the journal retrieved by Sheila and the others - it was written by Aquarius.
kissu.]
Hello, my crane. Estelle received another of their bouquets and so I would like for us to pay the graves a visit to send a message back. [a beat] Her bouquet was rather enlightening as well. Though she too received flowers of good fortune, she received one that meant to say 'Sweet Be Thy Dreams' - which prompts me to believe that the Mirabilis I received too means 'Sweet Dreams'.
Furthermore, I was able to witness the journal retrieved by Sheila and the others - it was written by Aquarius.
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