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( OPEN ) MAY CATCH ALL
WHO: Tsurumaru and you
WHAT: Sword lore, revisiting an old home, holidays, and shenanigans
WHERE: around Kyoto & Tokyo
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: N/A for now
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WHAT: Sword lore, revisiting an old home, holidays, and shenanigans
WHERE: around Kyoto & Tokyo
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: N/A for now
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catch-all for the month, open to using tdm prompts, setting up starters, etc.
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(That much he can admit to. It's clear Kaito understands that much already. As for the next point? He seems to consider it for a moment and then places his hand on the door, palm agains the wood, patting it,)
Forgive us.
(He's actually... sorry for the door but it'll be fine. THey'll put it back in place if they have to. Pay their respects properly later.
And a look over at Kaito. Do the thing.)
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[ Kaito watches on as Tsuru takes a moment to apologize to the door. It's cute how earnestly he goes about it—enough that when his gaze flits back to the dragon, he can't help but grin.
His golds are gone, replaced by glowing cerulean. ]
As much fun as it would be to kick the door down, I was never planning on making a big scene.
[ Kaito walks up to the door and casually slides his fingers along the gap between it and the frame. Liquid seeps out from his fingertips, and soon after the sound of shorn metal and the thud of iron on wood follow.
One solid tug on the knob opens the door smoothly, revealing a bisected lock on the floor. ]
After you.
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Water... there'd been water that night, too. He's starting to understand how his new friend operates.)
Don't get my hopes up next time.
(He's teasing. It's clear from the smile on his face when he slips right past and calls out into the treasure hall,)
Pardon the intrusion!
(And his voice echoes off the walls... an early of sign of what's to find... or not find. It sounds empty inside. It feels empty. It just smells of old wood, dust, and mildew in here.)
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[ There, how about a Large Crumb to think about? Kaito falls in step once more. ]
'Scuuuuuse us.
[ Damn, that echo is impressive. ] Alright, let's see... Somehow, you don't strike me as much of a scroll guy...
Are you one of the bells?
[ Is he even taking this seriously? ]
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(If it isn't evident by the teasing... he is not a bell but he decides he likes it as a guess. It's quite flattering, if he's honest.)
I'm definitely not a dusty old scroll, either.
(There's a large noticeboard display in front of them. A wooden plaque with a painted "no photos beyond this point" can be read. Another plaque, much larger than the photos sign, has a faded summary of the shrine's history. The ink has mostly faded and the engravings have become worn but some parts are still legible. Fujinomori shrine. Enshrined deities: Susano-o, Wakeikazuchi no mikoto, Yamato Takeru, the Emperor Ojin, the Empress Jingu... Built in the 700s. A shrine designated on the prefectural level...)
I wonder what's still here...
(And he'll make a turn down the hall to the large, open room next to them with dusty glass cases and cabinets. There are some models that have been left behind-- a replica of the shrine grounds, some old dolls, diagrams of maps...)
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[ Kaito whistles a slow tune as they continue on. Gloved fingers graze over the dusty signs, and internally he laments being unable to read the memories of everything around him.
This shrine's almost as old as the Nagano Clan. Maybe some of his ancestors devoted time to watching over it? ]
Oh, I guess I should take some pictures. Souvenirs, and all that...
[ Kaito reaches into his hoodie and produces one (1) digital camera that may or may not be the same model as March's. ]
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(He's quite fond of his name, after all. He's shaped his entire image around it.
Their footsteps creak on worn wood as they make their way across the room. He looks back at Kaito. He didn't expect to see a camera and its a shame there isn't much to really see here any more. He drags a hand across the dusty glass, a gloved finger tracing a line across. Through it, it's clear... there isn't anything valuable behind the glass. There are stands where armor may have been displayed in the past and there are some panels with faded writing. A reconstruction of some screen hangs, faded with moth-bitten holes.
In one display... there is a shelf filled with old toys and figures. Clearly not important enough to take. There sure are a lot of horses in there.)
Ah, look here. (He's going to wipe at the glass with his hand,) What a shame. They must be lonely.
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He follows Tsurumaru's call to the toy display. He mimics the sword's wave, but with his hand wreathed in magicked water. A wave of the stuff sweeps over and even slips inside, cleaning the display and its contents thoroughly. Strangely (or typically, considering the caster), there's no dampness left in the water's wake, nor does the element soak into any wood or paper or fabric...
Blues cast a glance sidelong as he peeps the camera for another shot. ]
Why not take them back with you? Surely this wouldn't be so excessive. I wouldn't mind helping you carry and rearrange everything.
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... I wonder if that's what they would like. (Thinking about objects as if they could feel again.) Or if they'd rather spend the rest of their days in quiet peace.
Of course, that means sticking around for a long time with nothing to do.
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[ Such an absurd sequence of words—yet his tone and smile are as sincere as ever. ]
I'd wager these little ones have lived more than long enough to be gifted a soul, don't you? [ He would speak with a bit more confidence, but on this Earth it's a bit tough to perceive any auras that these potential tsukumogami might possess without a considerable degree of concentration.
Kaito turns to the crane, expectant. ]
Making a decision is much easier when all relevant parties are involved.
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Ah. He looks down at the dolls and then back at Kaitou,)
Can you hear them?
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[ Kaito splays his scarred hands over the glass and closes his eyes.
Truth be told, if they had auras he would have latched onto them long before stepping on shrine grounds, assuming they weren't sealed away.
After a few seconds, he pulls back tosses a frown over his shoulder. ]
...The answer is no either way. I guess I was feeling optimistic today. Sorry.
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(He won't deny that he was hoping to hear something from Kaito. Oh, well.)
I'm sure they'll enjoy the fresh air.
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[ Something about the response brighten's Kaito's mood almost immediately. ]
I think they'd like that a lot.
[ The dragon slinks around to the case's locked door panel and proceeds to Very unsubtly pull the barrier back, snapping the lock without completely destroying the wood.
A little less subtle. ]
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(Just like him. And with the panel open, he'll carefully open the case and reach in to take some of the figures and dolls.)