[ he actually hurries over and waits to see if he can see tsurumaru breathing, like when you get concerned about the .005% chance someone is dead and not just asleep. ]
[ they are passing each other in the hall, and the stardust appears.
You are a sword. A beautiful sword, one forged by a smith with incredible skill. You will be known for centuries for your beauty and craftsmanship, but right now, you are simply a sword in the hands a member of the Adachi clan, a proud family with years of history behind them. While the Hōjō clan had been destroying their rival clans, they have left the Adachi alone due to their loyalty.
Until, one day, they don't.
The massacre only lasts a few hours. Hōjō Sadatoki, the fourteen year old regent of the shogun, kills your master. You are a sword, but you can do nothing to protect him. Instead you fall to the ground, along with his body, and you simply stay there as the last remains of the Adachi are wiped out for no reason other than unprovoked paranoia and a desire for power.
Later, you have been buried with your dead master. While a sword's existence is meant to remain on a battlefield, this quiet home is not one you are against. You may be at peace now, as your master begins to rot away, but at the very least you will remain at his side for the rest of history. After all, isn't a sword meant to always be in arm's reach?
You have been dug out from the grave. Sadatoki, the very boy who killed your master, had fallen in love with you on the battlefield. He located where you were buried and, while ignoring his sin, he wraps his hand around your hilt and pulls you back into the daylight. You have a new master now.
The Hōjō clan later on meets its demise. You are passed on, and put to rest, and stolen, in a cycle that seems never ending. After all, the Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a beautiful and well crafted sword, so who wouldn't want to have it in their grasp? ]
[ the memory arrives and startles him—swords have a special place in his heart thanks to his upbringing, but it's still a strange perspective to be thrown into.
when they emerge from it, he scowls, genuine disdain creasing his face. ]
No better than a common graverobber.
[ though that eases into a sort of concern, instead. ]
...Would you have preferred to stay there? With your first master.
[ this is probably earlier in the morning to avoid cyoa overlap ]
Hello, Tsurumaru. You are of a similar make to Shinobu's sword, are you not? If you would be willing to entertain a question for me, I would be in your debt.
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a chicken is walking up to you. what's up. ]
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Goodness, where did you come from?
[ he'll crouch down to investigate. ]
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the chicken gives him the tiniest of pecks. ]
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week 0, sunday
he's dead. ]
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...Tsurumaru?
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but he blinks and sits up. ]
Yo.
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week 1, saturday
a little after trial, tsuru is going to hunt down dima. mostly because, ]
Are you feeling okay now?
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tsuru can find him in his room instead of beating up training dummies today. he answers with a sheepish look. ]
Ah... I am a bit better, thank you. I apologize for causing such a disruption. [ i really thought i was safe to do some bullshit before 3pm ]
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[ a pause. ]
Except for when you tried to stab yourself.
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week 3, monday
You are a sword. A beautiful sword, one forged by a smith with incredible skill. You will be known for centuries for your beauty and craftsmanship, but right now, you are simply a sword in the hands a member of the Adachi clan, a proud family with years of history behind them. While the Hōjō clan had been destroying their rival clans, they have left the Adachi alone due to their loyalty.
Until, one day, they don't.
The massacre only lasts a few hours. Hōjō Sadatoki, the fourteen year old regent of the shogun, kills your master. You are a sword, but you can do nothing to protect him. Instead you fall to the ground, along with his body, and you simply stay there as the last remains of the Adachi are wiped out for no reason other than unprovoked paranoia and a desire for power.
Later, you have been buried with your dead master. While a sword's existence is meant to remain on a battlefield, this quiet home is not one you are against. You may be at peace now, as your master begins to rot away, but at the very least you will remain at his side for the rest of history. After all, isn't a sword meant to always be in arm's reach?
You have been dug out from the grave. Sadatoki, the very boy who killed your master, had fallen in love with you on the battlefield. He located where you were buried and, while ignoring his sin, he wraps his hand around your hilt and pulls you back into the daylight. You have a new master now.
The Hōjō clan later on meets its demise. You are passed on, and put to rest, and stolen, in a cycle that seems never ending. After all, the Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a beautiful and well crafted sword, so who wouldn't want to have it in their grasp? ]
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when they emerge from it, he scowls, genuine disdain creasing his face. ]
No better than a common graverobber.
[ though that eases into a sort of concern, instead. ]
...Would you have preferred to stay there? With your first master.
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I believe that the me back then would have preferred it. Now? I would have gotten bored being in a hole.
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week 4, monday
tsuru is politely knocking on a door for no reason. ]
Shall we explore?
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Yes, let's.
[ holds tsuru's hand to take them to a door... ]
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they can go inside. whose room are they in. mahito's? disgusting. ]
Oh, fancy...
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Hello, Tsurumaru.
You are of a similar make to Shinobu's sword, are you not?
If you would be willing to entertain a question for me, I would be in your debt.
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what do you want to know?
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I am not as familiar with single edged swords like the ones you all carry.
What are they usually partnered with? A shield? A second blade?
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week 5, monday
he closes the door. opens it again. closes it. hm. ]
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Hoping to see something else?
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week 5, friday
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I have finished my prayers and am preparing for tomorrow.
It is the most anyone can do for themselves on days like this.
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week 5, saturday
Dimitri.
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...I am sorry. You comforted me without knowing what I did.
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