( open ) march catch all

[cranekin]

WHO: Tsurumaru and you
WHAT: Museum lore, civilian shenanigans, and collecting sword friends
WHERE: Misc.
WHEN: March
WARNINGS: N/A for now

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[leveling]

I thought we'd be doing more fighting...

[ Why does he sound disappointed? Because he is. He didn't have to work back home because he was a hunter who made money in dungeons. ]

How did you land this job in the first place?

[eyescar]

No, that's not what I meant -

[ Yuji takes the pain, takes the hit, because that's what he was built for, a physical blockade that has him standing up to anything that he comes face to face with. He's felt so much pain over the last few months that something like a hit to his shin or forehead doesn't even hurt that much any more; his attention goes on trying to overpower Tsurumaru and get him pinned somehow.

If only he was as good at using his brain as he is at using his head to smash into things.

The punch hits his face and has him swinging to one side, the grip on his sword loosening a little before he adjusts his stance, swinging the blade around to see if he can go for Tsurumaru's legs and have him faltering. ]

That's the thing I've got going for me!

[ He doesn't even recoil from the blade, just lets it cut into him so he can bring his around and aim the heel of his foot into Tsurumaru's ankle, to try and get him weakened and off balance. ]

[wheft]

Maybe they're common wherever you're from, but you'd be hard-pressed to find people who can just express those feelings openly without eating their own words right after.

[ and just because she used to live in the Nest doesn't mean it's automatically fine and dandy now that people aren't actively dying in the streets. most of the time, they'd be seeking work in the most dangerous of companies and die over there instead. it's a neverending cycle. ]

Does that mean we're going to celebrate this holiday again next month? Jeez, it never ends.

[cranekin]

...

(He has to really think about this. He'd never expected to be in a situation like this before so now he has to consider how things work.)

I would be surprised to see them walking around like me.

(He won't rule it out.)

But where ever they are... I pray they're safe.

(As long as they're safe, that's all that matters.)

[cranekin]

(Tsurumaru Kuninaga is definitely a bright and cheerful guy and there isn't anything wrong with him at all, yeah. )

Well, as long as we're here... (In the present, that is. He raises a hand to his chest and tips forward, giving a light bow in greeting,) Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

I arrived here before the new year.

(So he's from the first batch of Outsiders who arrived.)

[the_fourteenth]

I hope so too. Many Outsiders have their friends and colleagues from home here with them - so there's always a chance.

[Raidou still isn't sure if that's a good thing or bad thing - having friends and loved ones here in this situation felt like it would be stressful to him. But at the same time, they would be those just as capable as the other Outsiders. Maybe the company would be nice.]

[plagiarists]

It's cute that you're worried about me.

[ The guards would definitely jump down her throat if they noticed she was holding a sword. ]

Maybe you should be more worried about yourself. If they got their hands on you, they'd lock you here.

[queenofkur]

[ ... Ah. She understands. And this causes her to smile brightly. Not only he doesn't look down upon those who take care of the dead, but he once took on those duties himself! ]

... Few are those who realize the importance of watching after the dead. Fewer even those who once took it upon themselves to do so. On their behalf, you have my thanks.

[ She nods politely to him. Okay, maybe that sounded weird... She should probably formally introduce herself. ]

In my world, I am the Goddess of Death and Queen of the Underworld. [Totally, please don't doubt her.] Taking care of the dead is the reason I exist. I am glad to be able to continue this purpose here.

[ ... Okay she wishes she could pursue her dreams for once, but pretending you're happy is part of the job. ]

[icyspicy]

[ Just like there’s nothing wrong with any of the Outsiders. LILITH most assuredly only collects the most well-adjusted of people.

“Before the new year” has him doing a bit of mental math, and he frowns slightly. ]

That’s quite a while, isn’t it? I’m not thrilled about the prospect of being here for months.

[cranekin]

(But even if they aren't here, there's no reason to worry. They're still back home in a way, right? The only ones who will miss anyone are the ones in this city away from home. )

Why worry about chances when there are things that are certain?

(He waves his hand over the screen, turning it off. What remains is the last viewed sword on display to fill the room lest this be a room of empty boxes.)

Surely, you've made many friends here by now.

[cranekin]

It wasn't so bad.

(He laughs. It was his last resting place before he was summoned and one of his longest lasting places in his history.)

I like it out here more, though.

[cranekin]

(He doesn't seem at all bothered or surprised by what she says. Not only does he understand but he agrees. As whimsical and carefree as he can be, if there is one thing he hates... those who would defile graves are certainly at the top.

He only raises his hand and shakes his head as if there's no reason to thank him. As far as he's concerned, there's no reason. He hadn't made the decision for himself. It had been assigned to him and he'd simply risen to his duty.

He dips forward, giving her a small but respectful sort of bow. A goddess of death, a queen of the underworld... yes, she's certainly greater than a simple protective spirit like him,)

Tsurumaru Kuninaga. (He's smiling,) I'm quite renowned where I'm from but I'm no god of the dead or lord of any land.

To think LILITH could summon even a goddess of death... I'm surprised.

[cranekin]

Is it? (When you've lived as long as he has, a few months is as short as a few days to most.) I suppose time has flown...

(And he hadn't noticed,)

Is there something you're in a hurry to return home to, Winter?

[cranekin]

(It will take more than a careless swing at him to throw him off guard. He's a natural swordsman with over a thousand years of experience to draw from. In response to Yuji aiming for his footing... he only leaps over Yuji's kick and he brings his scabbard up to swing at Yuji along with his blade. Surprise... he can dual wield.

He aims for Yuji's head with his scabbard and his side with his sword. While the blade may be the more dangerous weapon, the scabbard is going for the more critical target so he wants to see which one Yuji will prioritize.)

[cranekin]

Hmm... I can't recall any other love festivals after this month.

(Maybe this is the end? Of course, he doesn't know. There could be another celebration in this era. There certainly are more now than there were before.

From under the counter, he takes out and cuts a ribbon that he uses to entwine with what he's working on... a small flower wreath,)

Is there something else you'd rather be celebrating, perhaps?

[wheft]

[ okay, whew. she can't take all that sappy crap at all, tbh.

she approaches the counter, watching tsurumary work on a new project. a wreath, huh... ]

Not really? I usually celebrate with food if I have to, but nothing this fancy.

[ and unnecessary. ]

[cranekin]

(He lets out a light laugh,)

Was the chyo-- chocolate not enough for you?

[wheft]

Does it have to be chocolate? I don't like being pressured with things like that.

[cranekin]

...

(He stops twisting the ribbon for a moment to watch Ishmael,)

What kind of food do you like?

[wheft]

Er, seafood? I'm not that picky, though.

[ what's he lookin at ]

[cranekin]

(Seafood. He nods and files that information away for now. That should be easy enough to take care of later but for now, he throws his hands up in the air and holds up his wreath,)

Finished!

(Please appreciate his work.)

[wheft]

[ uwoh - ]

Looks good.

[ she thinks? she doesn't have an eye for aesthetics, but it looks pretty enough. ]

Who's it for?

[cranekin]

(Makes direct eye contact with Ishmael......... yes, who could it be for....... )

[wheft]

[ raises a brow?????

no seriously. what tf is he lookin at ]

1/2

[cranekin]

(He keeps watching and hoping she'll get the hint but...... wow.)