[Annnnd she'll answer. She's dressed to lounge even though she's having company (even if it's just yato...) so she's just in a t-shirt and shorts, along with a pair of slippers. Her clothing looks really worn, though...the kind of clothing she should probably have thrown out already. Her hair may also not be...brushed...
And it's probably unusual, because when she's outside she usually looks a lot neater; fashionable even.]
Hey. Come in.
[For the record her apartment is like this, ignoring the stuff she obviously wouldn't have. She has one bookshelf and it's either military history or manga, there is no in between.
Her tv's a lot bigger and she's got all the game consoles tucked away beneath it. A desktop computer (also for gaming...) in between it and the bed, complete with a comfy chair. There's a table in the middle of the floor you could sit and eat at. In actual fact, the apartment's just kinda...cramped with all the shit she has lying around. Whatever attempt she makes at cleaning the place is clearly the bare minimum.
ANYWAY. She gestures to the table; there's a food platter.]
I ordered some lunch, so help yourself.
[That means half, she's gotta eat too.]
And it's probably unusual, because when she's outside she usually looks a lot neater; fashionable even.]
Hey. Come in.
[For the record her apartment is like this, ignoring the stuff she obviously wouldn't have. She has one bookshelf and it's either military history or manga, there is no in between.
Her tv's a lot bigger and she's got all the game consoles tucked away beneath it. A desktop computer (also for gaming...) in between it and the bed, complete with a comfy chair. There's a table in the middle of the floor you could sit and eat at. In actual fact, the apartment's just kinda...cramped with all the shit she has lying around. Whatever attempt she makes at cleaning the place is clearly the bare minimum.
ANYWAY. She gestures to the table; there's a food platter.]
I ordered some lunch, so help yourself.
[That means half, she's gotta eat too.]
[ He won't remark on her casual look today, because it's her place and looking like she just rolled out of bed... makes sense... He would be the same.
When he sees the food platter, he jolts up straight like he got sparked with static shock. That beautiful nest of amber carbs. Delectable altar of chicken, beef and potato, crispy offering to the calorie gods.
He's gonna eat the shit out of it.
He sticks a strip of chicken into his mouth and will just keep eating while they talk... No guarantees that he'll leave Aki anything if she doesn't act. ]
Sho? What'd you wanna talk about?
When he sees the food platter, he jolts up straight like he got sparked with static shock. That beautiful nest of amber carbs. Delectable altar of chicken, beef and potato, crispy offering to the calorie gods.
He's gonna eat the shit out of it.
He sticks a strip of chicken into his mouth and will just keep eating while they talk... No guarantees that he'll leave Aki anything if she doesn't act. ]
Sho? What'd you wanna talk about?
Well...
[She walks over to her bed in the corner of the room and...puts on a pair of gloves?? Pulling back the cover, there's something visible there, but likely hard to make out since she's in the way. Whatever it is, she picks it up with the utmost care and walks back, laying it on the table.
It's a sword.]
I got this sent to my address this morning.
[She walks over to her bed in the corner of the room and...puts on a pair of gloves?? Pulling back the cover, there's something visible there, but likely hard to make out since she's in the way. Whatever it is, she picks it up with the utmost care and walks back, laying it on the table.
It's a sword.]
I got this sent to my address this morning.
[She stares at him for a moment without saying anything and then, with a click, removes it from the sheath. The blade of the sword is remarkably sharp.]
One wrong move and you could seriously hurt someone.
But that isn't the important thing. Do you know what sword this is?
One wrong move and you could seriously hurt someone.
But that isn't the important thing. Do you know what sword this is?
This is Heshikiri Hasebe. It belonged to Nobunaga Oda, and passed onto the Kuroda after he accidentally mistook someone for a traitor and almost killed his son.
It's supposed to be stored in Fukuoka museum.
[So that's why she's being super careful with it.]
It's supposed to be stored in Fukuoka museum.
[So that's why she's being super careful with it.]
H... Haaah?!
[ Is this an April Fool's thing... He leans in closer, squinting at the detail on the sword. It certainly looks worn enough. If it's a replica, it's a convincing one.
Shit, are the cops gonna trace the package here?? ]
How can you be sure? Are there reports about it being stolen?
[ Is this an April Fool's thing... He leans in closer, squinting at the detail on the sword. It certainly looks worn enough. If it's a replica, it's a convincing one.
Shit, are the cops gonna trace the package here?? ]
How can you be sure? Are there reports about it being stolen?
...well, that kind of leads me to my next point.
I'm going to hold onto it, even if I'd probably get jail time if the wrong person found out I had this.
[She places her hands on the sheathe, gently tracing her fingers along the surface.]
I didn't think it was a big deal at the time, considering how noticeable all the other details were, but...this is definitely the sword I had in my dream...memory.
I'm going to hold onto it, even if I'd probably get jail time if the wrong person found out I had this.
[She places her hands on the sheathe, gently tracing her fingers along the surface.]
I didn't think it was a big deal at the time, considering how noticeable all the other details were, but...this is definitely the sword I had in my dream...memory.
action! whenever yato crawls through their window again
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sharplydressed
2017-04-02 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Welcome back to your home away from home, Yato. When he next stumbles in, there's another present waiting for him...!
Just kidding.
But there is something new - a katana sitting at the breakfast table, like that's totally normal. The deep red sheath looks well taken care of, albeit somewhat old, as if it belongs in a museum rather than chilling out with a bowl of bananas in a cramped little apartment. If he should decide to pull the blade from the sheath itself, he'll find that it's definitely live steel, too... And really sharp live steel at that?? Like "could 100% kill a man" sharp.
No one seems to be around... Clearly no one will say anything if Yato just happens to slice and dice a few things before Yamato or Kashuu return.]
Just kidding.
But there is something new - a katana sitting at the breakfast table, like that's totally normal. The deep red sheath looks well taken care of, albeit somewhat old, as if it belongs in a museum rather than chilling out with a bowl of bananas in a cramped little apartment. If he should decide to pull the blade from the sheath itself, he'll find that it's definitely live steel, too... And really sharp live steel at that?? Like "could 100% kill a man" sharp.
No one seems to be around... Clearly no one will say anything if Yato just happens to slice and dice a few things before Yamato or Kashuu return.]
I thought I told you I wasn't fighting the maid.
[Or did she? She's pretty sure she did.
So she sighs, takes a seat at the table and starts taking some food.]
Look, let me walk you through this again.
We were on a train. In the car, there was me, the girl with the sword and the maid. She was behind the girl with the sword.
There was someone behind me too, but I didn't get a good look at them.
I fought the girl with the sword. Noone else was on the train, and the maid girl didn't seem to think it was strange. She was mostly concerned and telling sword girl to be careful...I guess maybe they were related, somehow. Friends? Or she was her maid? Or was sword girl a bodyguard? Or an assassin? I don't know.
But that's all I remember.
[And she's gonna start eating because Yato's too hungry...]
Either way, I don't think your cosplayer theory holds up anymore.
[Or did she? She's pretty sure she did.
So she sighs, takes a seat at the table and starts taking some food.]
Look, let me walk you through this again.
We were on a train. In the car, there was me, the girl with the sword and the maid. She was behind the girl with the sword.
There was someone behind me too, but I didn't get a good look at them.
I fought the girl with the sword. Noone else was on the train, and the maid girl didn't seem to think it was strange. She was mostly concerned and telling sword girl to be careful...I guess maybe they were related, somehow. Friends? Or she was her maid? Or was sword girl a bodyguard? Or an assassin? I don't know.
But that's all I remember.
[And she's gonna start eating because Yato's too hungry...]
Either way, I don't think your cosplayer theory holds up anymore.
... No, I guess it doesn't...
[ So what could Aki be in her memories? An assassin herself? Some black market buyer? Every idea is absurd, but then so is this sword. And maybe Yato doesn't have room to discard weird ideas when his own memories imply a fantasy beyond belief... He munches on a potato wedge thoughtfully.
In the end, it's still a mess of details with insufficient context. Like putting together a jigsaw puzzle with no image on either face. There may be no point in trying to put the pieces together until they know more... ]
I've seen a few more memories since Souji bit me, actually. At first they didn't make sense... but now a picture is starting to come together. The same might happen for you.
[ So what could Aki be in her memories? An assassin herself? Some black market buyer? Every idea is absurd, but then so is this sword. And maybe Yato doesn't have room to discard weird ideas when his own memories imply a fantasy beyond belief... He munches on a potato wedge thoughtfully.
In the end, it's still a mess of details with insufficient context. Like putting together a jigsaw puzzle with no image on either face. There may be no point in trying to put the pieces together until they know more... ]
I've seen a few more memories since Souji bit me, actually. At first they didn't make sense... but now a picture is starting to come together. The same might happen for you.
[ Somehow... SOMEHOW this isn't the first dated old sword he's seen. It sticks out like a pointy sore thumb on the breakfast table, and Yato is immediately drawn to it. Like Nobu's sword, it's loved and worn... and like with Nobu's sword, Yato wonders if it's missing from some museum and the cops are tracing their way to this apartment right now.
Even so, he reaches for the sword with bare hands and thumbs it free from its sheath. The blade's edge catches his skin when he touches it, dispelling the possibility that it could just be a display sword. It's dangerous, but Yato has never been one to shy away from risk; he pulls the blade free slowly, captivated by the shine of the simple, beautiful steel.
He should put it back, but. What's a moment or two? He might never get the opporunity to hold a real sword again. He centers himself in the clearest part of the apartment and tries out a few stances from kendo. Seigan no kamae to te ura gasumi... In no kamae... Jodan no kamae...
The sword is heavier than what he's used to, unsurprisingly, but it's a good, sturdy weight. Makes him wanna swing it at something... He takes a banana and stands it up on a table, in a cheap cup. He aims carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. Time for banana golf with a fancy sword driver--
The sword slices through the banana easily, but Yato's imperfect technique sends banana and cup tumbling across the table. Neat. Neat?? What else can he cut... Hopefully Kashuu and Yamato like fruit salad, because there's a bunch more sliced fruit coming their way... ]
Even so, he reaches for the sword with bare hands and thumbs it free from its sheath. The blade's edge catches his skin when he touches it, dispelling the possibility that it could just be a display sword. It's dangerous, but Yato has never been one to shy away from risk; he pulls the blade free slowly, captivated by the shine of the simple, beautiful steel.
He should put it back, but. What's a moment or two? He might never get the opporunity to hold a real sword again. He centers himself in the clearest part of the apartment and tries out a few stances from kendo. Seigan no kamae to te ura gasumi... In no kamae... Jodan no kamae...
The sword is heavier than what he's used to, unsurprisingly, but it's a good, sturdy weight. Makes him wanna swing it at something... He takes a banana and stands it up on a table, in a cheap cup. He aims carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. Time for banana golf with a fancy sword driver--
The sword slices through the banana easily, but Yato's imperfect technique sends banana and cup tumbling across the table. Neat. Neat?? What else can he cut... Hopefully Kashuu and Yamato like fruit salad, because there's a bunch more sliced fruit coming their way... ]
[ Wow she said he could help himself? No takebacks... He darts a hand out to the platter to steal another potato wedge. ]
The memories were all over the place, but they all pointed to one thing...
[ He brandishes the wedge next to his face. ]
I was... a god of war!
[ And he holds the pose just in case Aki wants to be super impressed and immediately fall to her knees in worship. Yes!!
Except it sounds stupid and he knows it, which is why he hasn't told anyone yet but her... ]
The memories were all over the place, but they all pointed to one thing...
[ He brandishes the wedge next to his face. ]
I was... a god of war!
[ And he holds the pose just in case Aki wants to be super impressed and immediately fall to her knees in worship. Yes!!
Except it sounds stupid and he knows it, which is why he hasn't told anyone yet but her... ]
[HEY DO HAVE PLENTY OF FRUIT and none of it is the smiling and dancing kind because they are Too Much for Kashuu's delicate sensibilities... So he's free to hack his way through bananas (plenty of those) and pears and kiwi. There's even a nice ripe mango sitting out, if he wants to slice 'n dice and enjoy a piece! Veggies, too - looks like someone (Yamato, it's definitely Yamato) is still doing well on the actually cooking real meals front.
Granted, he might not actually get as far into his slicing... Somewhere between practicing his stances and deciding he wants to see just how easy it is to make a refreshing summer side-dish with only a katana, he'll hear the front door's lock slide out of place...
There's no surprising Kashuu today, though. OH, NO. In fact, he busts in like he... expects someone to be in here already?! He's looking quite harried and rumpled, too, as if he'd sprinted a block back home. That may or may not be exactly what he'd done.]
I knew it—!! Your hands are way too easy to recognize!
[HEY HI WHAT'S UP here's Kashuu making no sense.]
Granted, he might not actually get as far into his slicing... Somewhere between practicing his stances and deciding he wants to see just how easy it is to make a refreshing summer side-dish with only a katana, he'll hear the front door's lock slide out of place...
There's no surprising Kashuu today, though. OH, NO. In fact, he busts in like he... expects someone to be in here already?! He's looking quite harried and rumpled, too, as if he'd sprinted a block back home. That may or may not be exactly what he'd done.]
I knew it—!! Your hands are way too easy to recognize!
[HEY HI WHAT'S UP here's Kashuu making no sense.]
yato i have a question
do you know the word
producer ?
i think i might need one ?
do you know the word
producer ?
i think i might need one ?
[ Oh! Look at Anya being so proactive... ]
Yes yes! Every serious talent has a producer.
Lots of hard work goes on behind the scenes! But if the talent had to worry about all the boring details themselves, they'd never have the time to actually work on what they do best.
It's up to the producer to let the talent shine as brightly as possible. (´▽`)
Once you get one, you'll really be on the road to success! (/^▽^)/
Yes yes! Every serious talent has a producer.
Lots of hard work goes on behind the scenes! But if the talent had to worry about all the boring details themselves, they'd never have the time to actually work on what they do best.
It's up to the producer to let the talent shine as brightly as possible. (´▽`)
Once you get one, you'll really be on the road to success! (/^▽^)/
the road to success ?
i would like to shine brightly too
if that is ok
i think i hallucinoremembered a producer
my producer
he was giving me advice
and telling me to do what made me smile
but i cannot find him in the city
i do not know his face away from dreams
i would like to shine brightly too
if that is ok
i think i hallucinoremembered a producer
my producer
he was giving me advice
and telling me to do what made me smile
but i cannot find him in the city
i do not know his face away from dreams
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