[In true grandpa fashion, Jiji would ask for sake. He gets up to hunt around the liquor collection until he finds one. Then he has to hunt in the cabinet for something small enough to work.
[he does ask for sake yeah. mikazuki seems pleased to be served. why did jason todd do this. i think it's funny when people just naturally move around him,]
Oh, you have my thanks. Would you care to toast with me?
I keep non-conning Jiji into various situations, sorry grandpa. Jason is outside of his room being nosy at the front of everyone else's doors nearby. Because why not know who is living around you? Duh.
He pauses to glance at Mikazuki, though.]
You lost, grandpa?
[WHY IS HE SUCH A LITTLE SHIT. He's not in the suit anymore, he's in this stupid outfit. There are two gun holsters on each leg, but there's only a single gun in one of them...? Gun...]
[A lost stroll... Grandpa. Jason is not as shocked by the formal robes, but only because he spent a week with about seven swords who were all dressed a little similarly.]
They're not too bad, I guess. Glad I got better clothes. What about yours?
[Jason spent a good deal of last night lounging in the courtyard, trying to avoid people, so he thinks he might try again. (There are so many people PCing in the courtyard probably.)
He glances at Mikazuki the same way he's glanced at a few other people, thinking they plan to give him a nice ol' lecture. He does not say anything, but he will nod.]
Jason is standing and peering thoughtfully at the doors which go out toward the Prism. He's in this stupid outfit. He refocuses when he hears jiji scootin around.]
Jason is skirting around by now, looking cautious and skittish. He pauses a second to glance at Mikazuki, then tries to move sort of... around him. He doesn't even greet Mikazuki in any way like he normally does, or like he does anyone else.
mikazuki respects it. he's absolutely okay with just walking along and not acknowledging jason other than a nod.
anyway stardust.
It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You watch the unit seeking to fulfill this mission - in order for the mission to succeed, Taira no Masakado cannot win. You stand by, a bow held in one hand and an arrow in the other.
Bodies fall one after another until finally he declares, “I am the new emperor!!”
The unit is too far - they cannot assist. Taira no Masakado lives, when history dictates that he should not.
The ground beneath your feet quakes. The world slows to a stop. All humans are frozen - until they reanimate moments later… but they hardly retain their humanity. Their words are traded for screams, anguished and distorted. Their blades are turned upon one another without care or concern. What will follow will be endless bloodshed until not one human remains on this planet - they will lead to their own destruction.
The time government has made its decision. This timeline has been lost.
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It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You approach him.
“Who are you?” he asks, and you offer nothing more than a crescent of a smile.
“A friend,” you say, for you always introduce yourself the same way. “To those who must play a tragic role in history.”
Those who must die, for the sake of humanity. Those who must betray friends and family, for the course of the future. Those who are regarded as villains, who perform the most treacherous acts of all, because if they did not - they will destroy everything that comes after them.
Those who do not have the choice to be kind - not until you arrive.
You tell him that he will lose, but he must fight - for that is history. To even bear this message is the greatest taboo to be committed. Humans should not know of you Touken Danshi - you Sword Warriors - and instead be puppeted by strings outside their control in order to fall in line with history on their own.
(How could you accept that?)
“Do you tell everyone who must die that their fate is coming?” he questions you, but his grin is all teeth. A man backed into a corner - told his future and yet still intending to rebel.
(Good, you think. Rebel. Claim your life as your own.)
You do not answer him, and only smile instead. Though from his next laugh that follows, you imagine he must read the truth in your eyes.
“Oi… You’re too kind, Mikazuki,” he says then. And with the audacity that could only belong to a dead man walking, he tells you, “If you get too close to the losers, before long, you’ll share their fate.”
Despite what you have said, he continues to question the logic of your current system:
“What exactly is history? Old documents? Old artifacts? The fragrance of flowers, songs and poems. If something isn’t handed down, did it never exist? Of course not.”
It is a bold statement to make to you - the most beautiful blade to have never seen battle. To be so regarded as a treasure that you were kept longer than almost all else. Your existence is certain. Your mark on history is never in doubt.
But there are so many people - so many lives - that can be so easily lost.
You shake your head and begin to leave - but a thought occurs to you. A flash of a face appears in your mind’s eye… and you remember of this bold young sword. Suishinshi Masahide.
‘I don’t know how much I can do, but back then, Mikazuki Munechika’s eyes shone with a sadness. If possible, I would like to save him.’
To be saved… Is such a fate in reach for you?
Something in your chest aches - even now, you are still cared for. Even now, no matter the blood upon your blade and the rebellion in your heart.
How does kindness always manage to cut so deeply?
“‘Why did you rebel and name yourself the New Emperor.’ … Someday, someone will appear to ask you that question,” you tell Taira no Masakado as you turn to leave. “When that time comes, please answer them honestly.”
This is what little you can do.
Even this much - you have nearly been broken for it before, and you imagine that you will not stop until you are broken for good. But you are Mikazuki Munechika, and in the darkness of the ties of fate and tragedy, isn’t the little light of the crescent moon better than nothing at all?
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It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You watch the unit seeking to fulfill this mission - in order for the mission to succeed, Taira no Masakado cannot win. You stand by, a bow held in one hand and an arrow in the other.
Bodies fall one after another until finally he declares, “I am the new emperor!!”
This time, you loose your arrow. It finds its target upon his skull.
His fleeing slows to a stop. This is not a great week for him. His own, but also in dealing with others. Things he feels like he shouldn't see or learn about anyone else here. Good, bad, doesn't matter.
For a long moment, he debates whether he wants to keep walking or acknowledge it. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder at Mikazuki. He isn't sure... he enjoys learning about the swords he had grown bitter about on the island. It makes it harder. Naturally.]
[he should've kept walking. mikazuki wouldn't have minded. for him, he pauses and looks up to the sky as if it will give him some answer. some additional note of interest.]
... rebellion looks better on you than it does me.
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week 0, saturday
Would company be unwelcome at this time?
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He gives a very Anna edgy boy nod with his chin over his shoulder as a greeting. Next time, it'll probably be a grunt or something.]
Nah. Whatcha having, grandpa?
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Do you have another drink of choice?
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[In true grandpa fashion, Jiji would ask for sake. He gets up to hunt around the liquor collection until he finds one. Then he has to hunt in the cabinet for something small enough to work.
Jiji just drinks sake out of a wine glass (no).]
Here.
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Oh, you have my thanks. Would you care to toast with me?
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w0, sunday
I keep non-conning Jiji into various situations, sorry grandpa. Jason is outside of his room being nosy at the front of everyone else's doors nearby. Because why not know who is living around you? Duh.
He pauses to glance at Mikazuki, though.]
You lost, grandpa?
[WHY IS HE SUCH A LITTLE SHIT. He's not in the suit anymore, he's in this stupid outfit. There are two gun holsters on each leg, but there's only a single gun in one of them...? Gun...]
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[so yea kind of? he seems to not mind though, as he's also been changed into his formal robes which he finds far more comfortable for some reason]
Were your accommodations to your liking, Jason Todd?
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They're not too bad, I guess. Glad I got better clothes. What about yours?
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Would you care to see?
[he has no problem showing because it is perhaps easier than explaining]
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w0, sunday 2
He glances at Mikazuki the same way he's glanced at a few other people, thinking they plan to give him a nice ol' lecture. He does not say anything, but he will nod.]
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when jason nods, he simply smiles]
Do you find yourself currently occupied, Jason Todd?
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Uh. [He glances around. He has no escape.] Nah. I'm not busy.
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Your arms then, if you would? Outstretched in front of you.
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week 1, thursday
jason todd.... doko? grandpapi is Looking]
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Jason is standing and peering thoughtfully at the doors which go out toward the Prism. He's in this stupid outfit. He refocuses when he hears jiji scootin around.]
Yo.
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[a glance to the doors?]
Shall we take a walk?
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Sure.
[He gestures with a flick of his hand. He'll follow along beside.]
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w3, monday
Jason is skirting around by now, looking cautious and skittish. He pauses a second to glance at Mikazuki, then tries to move sort of... around him. He doesn't even greet Mikazuki in any way like he normally does, or like he does anyone else.
Maybe he's worried about the stardust...?]
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mikazuki respects it. he's absolutely okay with just walking along and not acknowledging jason other than a nod.
anyway stardust.
It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You watch the unit seeking to fulfill this mission - in order for the mission to succeed, Taira no Masakado cannot win. You stand by, a bow held in one hand and an arrow in the other.
Bodies fall one after another until finally he declares, “I am the new emperor!!”
The unit is too far - they cannot assist. Taira no Masakado lives, when history dictates that he should not.
The ground beneath your feet quakes. The world slows to a stop. All humans are frozen - until they reanimate moments later… but they hardly retain their humanity. Their words are traded for screams, anguished and distorted. Their blades are turned upon one another without care or concern. What will follow will be endless bloodshed until not one human remains on this planet - they will lead to their own destruction.
The time government has made its decision. This timeline has been lost.
It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You approach him.
“Who are you?” he asks, and you offer nothing more than a crescent of a smile.
“A friend,” you say, for you always introduce yourself the same way. “To those who must play a tragic role in history.”
Those who must die, for the sake of humanity. Those who must betray friends and family, for the course of the future. Those who are regarded as villains, who perform the most treacherous acts of all, because if they did not - they will destroy everything that comes after them.
Those who do not have the choice to be kind - not until you arrive.
You tell him that he will lose, but he must fight - for that is history. To even bear this message is the greatest taboo to be committed. Humans should not know of you Touken Danshi - you Sword Warriors - and instead be puppeted by strings outside their control in order to fall in line with history on their own.
(How could you accept that?)
“Do you tell everyone who must die that their fate is coming?” he questions you, but his grin is all teeth. A man backed into a corner - told his future and yet still intending to rebel.
(Good, you think. Rebel. Claim your life as your own.)
You do not answer him, and only smile instead. Though from his next laugh that follows, you imagine he must read the truth in your eyes.
“Oi… You’re too kind, Mikazuki,” he says then. And with the audacity that could only belong to a dead man walking, he tells you, “If you get too close to the losers, before long, you’ll share their fate.”
Despite what you have said, he continues to question the logic of your current system:
“What exactly is history? Old documents? Old artifacts? The fragrance of flowers, songs and poems. If something isn’t handed down, did it never exist? Of course not.”
It is a bold statement to make to you - the most beautiful blade to have never seen battle. To be so regarded as a treasure that you were kept longer than almost all else. Your existence is certain. Your mark on history is never in doubt.
But there are so many people - so many lives - that can be so easily lost.
You shake your head and begin to leave - but a thought occurs to you. A flash of a face appears in your mind’s eye… and you remember of this bold young sword. Suishinshi Masahide.
‘I don’t know how much I can do, but back then, Mikazuki Munechika’s eyes shone with a sadness. If possible, I would like to save him.’
To be saved… Is such a fate in reach for you?
Something in your chest aches - even now, you are still cared for. Even now, no matter the blood upon your blade and the rebellion in your heart.
How does kindness always manage to cut so deeply?
“‘Why did you rebel and name yourself the New Emperor.’ … Someday, someone will appear to ask you that question,” you tell Taira no Masakado as you turn to leave. “When that time comes, please answer them honestly.”
This is what little you can do.
Even this much - you have nearly been broken for it before, and you imagine that you will not stop until you are broken for good. But you are Mikazuki Munechika, and in the darkness of the ties of fate and tragedy, isn’t the little light of the crescent moon better than nothing at all?
It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You watch the unit seeking to fulfill this mission - in order for the mission to succeed, Taira no Masakado cannot win. You stand by, a bow held in one hand and an arrow in the other.
Bodies fall one after another until finally he declares, “I am the new emperor!!”
This time, you loose your arrow. It finds its target upon his skull.
“Goodbye, my friend.”
History is restored. ]
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His fleeing slows to a stop. This is not a great week for him. His own, but also in dealing with others. Things he feels like he shouldn't see or learn about anyone else here. Good, bad, doesn't matter.
For a long moment, he debates whether he wants to keep walking or acknowledge it. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder at Mikazuki. He isn't sure... he enjoys learning about the swords he had grown bitter about on the island. It makes it harder. Naturally.]
...Guess I'm not the only bad boy of the family.
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... rebellion looks better on you than it does me.
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week 4, thursday
after the chaos of both groups jiji will just do his rounds to check on people, jason included! hewwo. where he.
he's got two to-go cups of unknown contents]
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What's up?
[Awkward... The jiji he kissed...]
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anyway mikazuki doesn't seem to be fazed in the slightest, placing a cup next to jason]
Tea - and a visit, if you have but a moment.
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He looks over the cup, but at least it isn't super suspicious.]
Thanks...? Sure.
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