[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ Well, that gets him to stop eating for a moment. He swallows and looks at the sword curiously. The only things he's had sent to him were his clothes and a cat plush -- two utterly mudane things, odd but innocuous. ]
[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?
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.]
[ 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?
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.
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.
[ 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.
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I'll be there. ✧( ु•⌄• )
[ And so he will! Knock knock on your door at the appointed time, Nobu. ]
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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.]
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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?
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[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.
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Is it sharp?
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One wrong move and you could seriously hurt someone.
But that isn't the important thing. Do you know what sword this is?
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... Not a clue. I'm in the business of wooden swords, not real ones. What is it?
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It's supposed to be stored in Fukuoka museum.
[So that's why she's being super careful with it.]
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[ 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?
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Something like this going missing should've been mentioned everywhere though.
[Which is why it's so strange...why hasn't anyone noticed?]
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So? What're you planning to do with it?
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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.
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[ He pinches his jacket. ]
I've been wearing this in my hallucinomemories too. I guess there really is a link...
[ Did he just put his shitty tracksuit on the same level as Oda Nobunaga's sword? Yes. Yes he did. ]
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--So you were using a live sword against a maid on public transportation? Did... anyone around you think it was weird?
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[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.
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[ 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.
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Well, go on then. What've you got so far?
[And then takes a piece of chicken.]
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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... ]
1/? this is the most pointless comment chain in existence
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slowly...
takes a bite out of her chicken]
NVM THEY WERE ALL GONNA BE BLANK but then dw wouldnt let me spam you
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ok done
[NOT EVEN GONNA ACKNOWLEDGE IT]
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[ FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE IT ]
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