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[Really...
She smooths out her clothes (which is pointless, considering they're scruffy to begin with) and in the meantime, said pupper emerges at the sound of her name. She trots on out into the room and looks up at the pair of them...
will you hug this savage beast]
She smooths out her clothes (which is pointless, considering they're scruffy to begin with) and in the meantime, said pupper emerges at the sound of her name. She trots on out into the room and looks up at the pair of them...
will you hug this savage beast]
Something like that, yeah. Kitchen knives I'm used to, but stuff like this...? Not so much.
[Yato seems to be, though. Chuuya watches him spin the knife with an impressed little hum, arms folded as he leans against the counter.]
Looks like you're better with it than I am, though, so- what do you think of it, huh. Worth trying to use?
[Yato seems to be, though. Chuuya watches him spin the knife with an impressed little hum, arms folded as he leans against the counter.]
Looks like you're better with it than I am, though, so- what do you think of it, huh. Worth trying to use?
[Souji regards Yato in a way befitting its breed; that is to say, she doesn't give away how she feels about this at all. They don't give off tells like other dogs do.
So after a moment she just...trots towards him...
Then dashes forward to headbutt him in the stomach.]
So after a moment she just...trots towards him...
Then dashes forward to headbutt him in the stomach.]
Depends on what you're using it for. The handguard is gonna make it unwieldy to transport, but if you're in a fight...
[ He flips the knife into an overhand grip and slaps a hand against the top of the cross-guard. ]
This'll protect your hand and stop your blade from sliding in too far. Real useful if you're going for quantity. Yeah... if you're serious about doing damage, then I'd say this is a good knife of war.
[ Yato is trying to leave behind the life that allows him to know these things, but he can't help having an appreciation for the tools of the trade. He sets the knife back down and starts picking up the folded black fabric. What's this...!! ]
[ He flips the knife into an overhand grip and slaps a hand against the top of the cross-guard. ]
This'll protect your hand and stop your blade from sliding in too far. Real useful if you're going for quantity. Yeah... if you're serious about doing damage, then I'd say this is a good knife of war.
[ Yato is trying to leave behind the life that allows him to know these things, but he can't help having an appreciation for the tools of the trade. He sets the knife back down and starts picking up the folded black fabric. What's this...!! ]
[ jade is silent, eyes closed more out of fear of whatever he's about to do than anything. nothing ever hits her and instead she listens to musical styling of Yato Tangos With The Grim Reaper. it's a hip new band that no one has even heard of.
jade does not entirely know what's going on, but she gazes up at the sky, thinking. wondering when exactly it was her life became a sitcom.
ah... no matter what she does, he's an idiot. that's the meaning of her acquaintance with him, isn't it. ]
Come inside!
[ thankfully, jade knows where the backdoor is, so when she grabs his sleeve and tugs, it's in the right direction. ] What did you do??? Are you dying? You are still alive right?
jade does not entirely know what's going on, but she gazes up at the sky, thinking. wondering when exactly it was her life became a sitcom.
ah... no matter what she does, he's an idiot. that's the meaning of her acquaintance with him, isn't it. ]
Come inside!
[ thankfully, jade knows where the backdoor is, so when she grabs his sleeve and tugs, it's in the right direction. ] What did you do??? Are you dying? You are still alive right?
Of course I didn't.
[The tone here implies "because I'm not nuts like you obviously are", but he'll mercifully leave it implied and not directly said... He's said good bye to his food while Yato is around and he'll also say good bye to the notion that his direct insults will do anything outside of earning him insults right back.]
Anyway, I was just on my way out to find a comfortable case to put it in. I've been keeping it out of sight, y'know? But I took it out for like, five seconds. How was I supposed to know you'd just appear when I did? What, d'you have some sixth sense for freaky swords?
[The tone here implies "because I'm not nuts like you obviously are", but he'll mercifully leave it implied and not directly said... He's said good bye to his food while Yato is around and he'll also say good bye to the notion that his direct insults will do anything outside of earning him insults right back.]
Anyway, I was just on my way out to find a comfortable case to put it in. I've been keeping it out of sight, y'know? But I took it out for like, five seconds. How was I supposed to know you'd just appear when I did? What, d'you have some sixth sense for freaky swords?
[Anya doesn't visited Enchanted Blossoms everyday - but she does go fairly regularly. Maybe last time she didn't see Mikoto, only having gone in to see Dave, but it would appear that today she wasn't so... lucky?
When she steps out of the shop, a small little bouquet nestled in the crook of her arm, she pauses as if in a daze. Then she's pulling out her phone and texting furiously-]
yato
help
mikoto does not remember
what do i do
[her shoulders hunch and she finds herself scanning the streets. she can't always expect yato to be there when she calls but she still tries]
Yato...? Mm, please...?
When she steps out of the shop, a small little bouquet nestled in the crook of her arm, she pauses as if in a daze. Then she's pulling out her phone and texting furiously-]
yato
help
mikoto does not remember
what do i do
[her shoulders hunch and she finds herself scanning the streets. she can't always expect yato to be there when she calls but she still tries]
Yato...? Mm, please...?
[ If she listens closely, Anya may hear the tiny sparkly sound of a notif on the wind... which is definitely a specialized notif Yato designated to Anya on his phone...
Followed by Yato popping out from behind a planter nearby with his open phone in hand. Look he just wanted to know if Anya was going to buy flowers and for whom and also why. But since she's asking for him by name, he is duty-bound to answer! ]
What's up, Anya? What doesn't he remember?
Followed by Yato popping out from behind a planter nearby with his open phone in hand. Look he just wanted to know if Anya was going to buy flowers and for whom and also why. But since she's asking for him by name, he is duty-bound to answer! ]
What's up, Anya? What doesn't he remember?
[she can't always expect yato to just appear when she calls
and yet apparently she can.
which is why as soon as she hears his voice, she's brightening up just a fraction before looking worried all over again. and also stepping forward to immediately attach herself to him looking for a hug. why isn't she even asking. she just assumes yato will give her the hug she's so spoiled]
Horses! Retrospec! I even tried to... обмен? Um... ["Exchange" escapes her.] I let him see my phone and he could not open the app.
Why....
and yet apparently she can.
which is why as soon as she hears his voice, she's brightening up just a fraction before looking worried all over again. and also stepping forward to immediately attach herself to him looking for a hug. why isn't she even asking. she just assumes yato will give her the hug she's so spoiled]
Horses! Retrospec! I even tried to... обмен? Um... ["Exchange" escapes her.] I let him see my phone and he could not open the app.
Why....
[ Heh!!!!!!!! A lesser man would be caught off-guard, but not Yato. He's tangled with this beast enough to know to expect the unexpected! He pivots on his heels when Souji rushes in, redirecting all of that momentum into a spin as he scoops her up and twirls her around. He expects her to put up a fight, but it's fine. This is real tough love!! ]
As spirited as ever, aren'tcha?! Good! Keep it up if you wanna be top dog someday!
As spirited as ever, aren'tcha?! Good! Keep it up if you wanna be top dog someday!
[ And now it's the blind leading the blind... Yato follows wherever she's tugging him, blinking away this cruel, cruel salt. ]
I... took a wound in the line of duty!
[ Yes, that won't prompt any more questions. Moving the topic swiftly along because guess who doesn't want to admit he just blew salt into his own eyes: ]
Tell me what's wrong with your eyes! Can you see?
I... took a wound in the line of duty!
[ Yes, that won't prompt any more questions. Moving the topic swiftly along because guess who doesn't want to admit he just blew salt into his own eyes: ]
Tell me what's wrong with your eyes! Can you see?
... Maybe I do...
[ It was a rhetorical question, but there might be some truth there. Weird weapons just keep popping up around him? And he felt something when he was swinging that sword around. Something that made him want to keep going, in pursuit of an intangible feeling... ]
Hey, let me swing that sword around a little more. It'd be a shame to keep it stuffed in a closet.
[ It was a rhetorical question, but there might be some truth there. Weird weapons just keep popping up around him? And he felt something when he was swinging that sword around. Something that made him want to keep going, in pursuit of an intangible feeling... ]
Hey, let me swing that sword around a little more. It'd be a shame to keep it stuffed in a closet.
So they didn't send me something useless, then. Could've gone either way, knowing them... they sent me those, too.
[He gestures to the hat and the fabric in Yato's hands, which turns out to be a large, heavy black coat-- it's a bit oversized for Chuuya, honestly. It's not very worn, but definitely not new, either; pretty good quality, probably expensive.]
No idea why they'd send clothes, but- seems weird to send a weapon if you don't want someone to use it. Am I wrong?
[He gestures to the hat and the fabric in Yato's hands, which turns out to be a large, heavy black coat-- it's a bit oversized for Chuuya, honestly. It's not very worn, but definitely not new, either; pretty good quality, probably expensive.]
No idea why they'd send clothes, but- seems weird to send a weapon if you don't want someone to use it. Am I wrong?
Who are you, Yasusada?
[If Yasusada had caught wind of his freakyass sword, he's sure he wouldn't have heard the end of it... "Why is it in the closet?" "It should be out here being used!" On and on... The struggles of living with a total kendo nut.
BUT IN ANY CASE, he's not immediately shooting Yato down either, if only because he actually seems to be taking this somewhat seriously and lately in Recolle, that means Something's Up.]
—If I let you, d'you promise not to cut up anything valuable or try running away with it or something? I'll be able to find you if you do, and I'll come kick your ass.
[He won't actually since he's not 100% tied to his sword yet, but it sounds like a pretty real threat...]
[If Yasusada had caught wind of his freakyass sword, he's sure he wouldn't have heard the end of it... "Why is it in the closet?" "It should be out here being used!" On and on... The struggles of living with a total kendo nut.
BUT IN ANY CASE, he's not immediately shooting Yato down either, if only because he actually seems to be taking this somewhat seriously and lately in Recolle, that means Something's Up.]
—If I let you, d'you promise not to cut up anything valuable or try running away with it or something? I'll be able to find you if you do, and I'll come kick your ass.
[He won't actually since he's not 100% tied to his sword yet, but it sounds like a pretty real threat...]
[ Yato lifts an eyebrow at the Yasusada comment as if to say, "So what if I am?" But he is asking Kashuu for a favor, so maybe challenging him about it isn't the smartest move right now. He'll also refrain from looking doubtful about Kashuu kicking his ass, even if the urge is. just so strong. ]
I promise. I'm not interested in running around with a sword in broad daylight and getting arrested.
[ He... wipes his hands on his pants... before holding a hand back out for the sword. ]
I promise. I'm not interested in running around with a sword in broad daylight and getting arrested.
[ He... wipes his hands on his pants... before holding a hand back out for the sword. ]
[Yato, truly exercising all of his self-restraint right now...
Kashuu gives him a somewhat scrutinizing look, but he even wiped his palms off and everything! With the promise of dry hands instead of gross sweaty ones, he'll hold the blade back out hilt-first.]
Good, 'cause I'm not about to bail you out. Be careful with it, okay? I don't wanna get hurt.
[How heckin weird that his life has now led to a place where someone hitting an inanimate object can actually feel like a Real Punch. Set him free from this anime.]
Kashuu gives him a somewhat scrutinizing look, but he even wiped his palms off and everything! With the promise of dry hands instead of gross sweaty ones, he'll hold the blade back out hilt-first.]
Good, 'cause I'm not about to bail you out. Be careful with it, okay? I don't wanna get hurt.
[How heckin weird that his life has now led to a place where someone hitting an inanimate object can actually feel like a Real Punch. Set him free from this anime.]
[ That does sound really freakin' surreal but Yato's seen the effects of punching Kashuu's sword firsthand so yeah... yeah. He takes the sword and holds it with a bit more care than before. ]
Just stand back. Let's not find out what it feels like if you accidentally cut yourself.
[ He digs up a blank piece of paper (because he's way too familiar with this apartment) and again finds the clearest part of the apartment. He looks back once to be sure that Kashuu isn't in swinging range, takes a breath, and tosses the paper in the air.
If he focuses...
If he lets his mind go...
He can cut it.
His body moves like one far more experienced. The blade makes an elegant arc, an extension of himself as he lunges forward. It carves a line through the paper as it folds on itself mid-air, and the paper slides apart in not two, but three sections.
Yato bends to pick up a slice of paper, examining the handiwork. The edges are as clean as could be. ]
Not bad...
Just stand back. Let's not find out what it feels like if you accidentally cut yourself.
[ He digs up a blank piece of paper (because he's way too familiar with this apartment) and again finds the clearest part of the apartment. He looks back once to be sure that Kashuu isn't in swinging range, takes a breath, and tosses the paper in the air.
If he focuses...
If he lets his mind go...
He can cut it.
His body moves like one far more experienced. The blade makes an elegant arc, an extension of himself as he lunges forward. It carves a line through the paper as it folds on itself mid-air, and the paper slides apart in not two, but three sections.
Yato bends to pick up a slice of paper, examining the handiwork. The edges are as clean as could be. ]
Not bad...
[ Yato gives her that hug because that's just how it is... But Anya worried is Yato worried?? He peers through Enchanted Blossoms's windowfront, looking for Mikoto through the glass. ]
... Lemme take a whack at 'im.
[ He gently unattaches Anya so he can head into the shop. From outside, the events appear like so... Yato makes a beeline for a square of wrapping paper, slaps it on the store counter, and begins to vigorously doodle on it with a marker. Mikoto and the paying customer on either side of him stare in the meantime, the former with a stare so flat that it threatens to pronounce Yato dead.
Eventually, Yato finishes his drawing and holds it up with a flourish. It's a stupidly detailed portrait of a horse, which he shoves in Mikoto's face with an unheard exclamation. Mikoto shakes his head, gives him a strange look, and in the end chases Yato off so that the customer can finish paying.
When Yato returns to Anya, it's with a puzzled frown. ]
Mmmmmm...? He seems like the same old Mikoto, except when it comes to horses.
[ And he'll take Anya's word about the app thing... He doesn't like it, but there's a simple if fantastical answer for this, isn't there? ]
We already knew people became aware of horses once they got signed up with Retrospec. I guess this means the reverse is true. Once Retrospec drops you, you forget about the weird stuff that's been happening.
... Lemme take a whack at 'im.
[ He gently unattaches Anya so he can head into the shop. From outside, the events appear like so... Yato makes a beeline for a square of wrapping paper, slaps it on the store counter, and begins to vigorously doodle on it with a marker. Mikoto and the paying customer on either side of him stare in the meantime, the former with a stare so flat that it threatens to pronounce Yato dead.
Eventually, Yato finishes his drawing and holds it up with a flourish. It's a stupidly detailed portrait of a horse, which he shoves in Mikoto's face with an unheard exclamation. Mikoto shakes his head, gives him a strange look, and in the end chases Yato off so that the customer can finish paying.
When Yato returns to Anya, it's with a puzzled frown. ]
Mmmmmm...? He seems like the same old Mikoto, except when it comes to horses.
[ And he'll take Anya's word about the app thing... He doesn't like it, but there's a simple if fantastical answer for this, isn't there? ]
We already knew people became aware of horses once they got signed up with Retrospec. I guess this means the reverse is true. Once Retrospec drops you, you forget about the weird stuff that's been happening.
[ ... This is a nice coat, but doesn't it seem a little off? Yato's tracksuit arrived perfectly sized to him. But this coat...
He slowly holds it up against Chuuya. Isn't this definitely too big? Are you gonna grow into it, boss?? ]
Then the question is: do you wanna use a knife like this if that's what Retrospec wants from you? Who would you even be using it on?
[ Please don't do anything that'll get you arrested, Chuuya... ]
He slowly holds it up against Chuuya. Isn't this definitely too big? Are you gonna grow into it, boss?? ]
Then the question is: do you wanna use a knife like this if that's what Retrospec wants from you? Who would you even be using it on?
[ Please don't do anything that'll get you arrested, Chuuya... ]
[There goes Yato's vicious doodling. Anya doesn't even bother to hide the way that she watches from outside, carefully holding the bouquet even as she frowns and her brow furrows as Mikoto seems to have no recollection of horses whatsoever.
Then she looks up at Yato when he comes back, her concern clear.]
I think so too... It happened before - one of the dance teachers does not remember anymore.
But I am worried... Bоспоминания... Playing with Mikoto's memories... but that is how he met Anya.
[She frowns, trying not to look as lonely as she feels.]
Does that mean he does not remember the right way that we met? Or will he forget me too?
Then she looks up at Yato when he comes back, her concern clear.]
I think so too... It happened before - one of the dance teachers does not remember anymore.
But I am worried... Bоспоминания... Playing with Mikoto's memories... but that is how he met Anya.
[She frowns, trying not to look as lonely as she feels.]
Does that mean he does not remember the right way that we met? Or will he forget me too?
[The care is appreciated, enough that Kashuu won't even gripe at him for RUMMAGING THROUGH THEIR STUFF or swinging around blades in their apartment!! And he'll step back too, because yeah. He sure doesn't want to find that out, either.
It's what follows that really surprises him.
He knows that Yato and Yamato practice kendo together, so he knows Yato's got to be good, but this? The elegance, the quickness, as if Yato's hands were made to wield live steel? It's a little unreal - kind of like actually being able to feel the cleanness of the cut and understand on an entirely bizarre level exactly how impressive that was.
He ends up folding his arms over his stomach in a reflexive move of uncertainty, shuffling forward a little as Yato's picking up the paper, though he doesn't need to look to know the edges are neat.]
...How did you even do that?
It's what follows that really surprises him.
He knows that Yato and Yamato practice kendo together, so he knows Yato's got to be good, but this? The elegance, the quickness, as if Yato's hands were made to wield live steel? It's a little unreal - kind of like actually being able to feel the cleanness of the cut and understand on an entirely bizarre level exactly how impressive that was.
He ends up folding his arms over his stomach in a reflexive move of uncertainty, shuffling forward a little as Yato's picking up the paper, though he doesn't need to look to know the edges are neat.]
...How did you even do that?
[ As confusing and sometimes troubling as it's been to gain memories, losing memories is far worse. Is it permanent? Are there hidden side-effects? Anya's concerns are legitimate, so he doesn't want to give her empty reassurances. But for now, he can offer her his hand; that, at least, is tangible. ]
He still remembers you now, right? Then I wouldn't worry. We don't need Retrospec to stay friends with Mikoto.
[ Anya's spent so much time with Mikoto outside of Retrospec. He and Yato have had enough stupid competitions over her attention. Surely, Mikoto wouldn't forget her... ]
Have a little faith in him. And if you're still worried, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you visited every day.
He still remembers you now, right? Then I wouldn't worry. We don't need Retrospec to stay friends with Mikoto.
[ Anya's spent so much time with Mikoto outside of Retrospec. He and Yato have had enough stupid competitions over her attention. Surely, Mikoto wouldn't forget her... ]
Have a little faith in him. And if you're still worried, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you visited every day.
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