damaged

[tosa]

inspired by this comic!

(It's after a particularly rough sortie and after everyone's been looked over and evaluated. Most of them might be able to get by with just some light repairs and rest but some are not as lucky. Rest alone won't be enough and they'll have to go in for more serious repairs. It could take all day at best or more at worst.

Serious repairs are exactly what they sound like-- serious-- but there's always that extra element that makes them a little more hesitant to surrender their true forms and enter the repairs room. Without their swords and reeling from heavy damage, they're perhaps in their most vulnerable state. It's times like this, alone with just their thoughts for company, that their years really begin to catch up with them. For some, it isn't too bad. There are a lucky few who are blessed with shorter histories or brighter lives but the unfortunate truth is that for many of them, the years have not been kind.

But this is their situation! And it can go one of a few ways right now...)

A.

(After some light harassing, Mutsunokami has managed to convince someone to get repairs! Would it help if he went with them? He doesn't mind, really and he'll even hold their hand as they stand in front of the room.)

Ready? (He gives their hand a firm squeeze,) It'll be over before ya know it!

B.

(Or maybe Mutsunokami is the one that's here for heavy repairs. Mutsunokami is one of the luckier swords in question, someone with a shorter and much more pleasant history compared to others. Honestly, he finds repairs more boring than anything. Of course, he uses his blessings to focus on his companion right now. Being stuck in this room sure is boring! Sorry to get you dragged in here with him, heh heh... And sometimes he dozes off because being damaged is exhausting.

Repairs are pleasant enough for him but his damage is a little heavier today than usual. It's not something he's really used to and it shows when he suddenly jerks awake from a short nap, looking around the room in an alert sort of daze before relaxing.

Huh... strange.)

C.

(Wildcard, give me your own prompt, talk to me, maybe theyre both in for repairs or something instead.)

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[tosa]

( His memories are uncomfortably warm-- an a dark room, filled with forgotten things, a sudden fire, and then the air is cold.

It's too early to tell because he's still feeling the heat but his fever will break and he'll start to cool down. The worst of it seems to be passing and it helps to have someone close. When she touches his cheek, he can't help but turn his face into her hand, trying to feel her for as long as he can. The kiss is really the last thing it takes to make him cry, though. He hates crying and he'd decided a long time ago to take on the role of the one who can be depended on to smile a long time ago. But actually, he cries just as easily as Izuminokami whom he always teases.

It's embarrassing to cry, though, and he shifts, turning over in the futon and reaching to grab onto Vietnam's hand or skirt or something. Even if she's said she won't leave, he wants to make sure she doesn't. Those memories had been so lonely and right now, he needs to feel someone else with him. )

[tosa]

Don't worry about it.

( He's calm and quiet, a little more serious than he would be outside of this room but still as casual as ever. As Sayo drifts asleep, he keeps holding Sayo's hand, watching the clock count down until repairs are complete.They'll be here for awhile, huh? This is fine. He'll take care of Sayo.

There's only one futon considering only Sayo really needs repairs. Mutsu's repairs are mild and really, all he needs is the break. At worst, he's a little more reflective when things are so quiet but he'll be fine this time. There are some extra blankets nearby just in case and he pulls one over which ends up knocking over the whole pile but he'll fix that later. Gathering it up, he makes a sort of pillow and lays down next to Sayo, keeping close in case anything happens. )

[hoasen]

[He's beginning to cool, so she's thankful. The worst has passed, most likely, so it's just a matter of making sure it doesn't come back, so that when he wakes up, all will be well. Seeing him distressed like this pains her, and even more so when she realises that the wetness of his cheeks now belongs to his own tears.]

Mutsunokami...!

[She exclaims softly, not wanting to startle him, and starts to wipe away his tears as gently as possible. Just what was he reliving? She knows for a fact, Mutsunokami lives through a lonely life, for someone who is always looking forward, searching the world for his next adventure. She understands all too well, that he will never be able to get back what he once had, or change what he wish he could. Such is the life of an immortal.

The desperation of him reaching out for her, when he touches her skirt, she takes his hand in hers again, rubbing the back of his knuckles. He wants to keep her there, no? Then she will allow it. With their hands still entwined, she lays down next to him, after judging that his fever is beginning to go down, and rests her head on his shoulder. Since she's not that heavy, the weight of her presence can comfort him.]

[sharplydressed]

[Kashuu is caught, then, between doing what he usually does (nothing, for the sake of pride, for the sake of normalcy) and doing something more. He's not a callous sword, after all, even if he sometimes plays the part. He always resonates a little too well with others, try as he might not to. Mutsu is certainly no exception, especially after they've come far enough to bridge many gaps that had once distanced them.

He still hesitates, though. There isn't much he can actually do in the end. As close as they've grown, he still doesn't feel like reaching out for physical affirmation would be a good idea, and words have never really been his strongest suit unless he's using them as weapons the same as his blade.]

...You need anything?

[He does scoot a little closer, since his voice is unusually soft, a little quieter than normal, like he's worried about upsetting something delicate. He glances again toward the door where nothing is, already piecing together through the handful of tiny hints what might be on the other side for Mutsu.]

[toobigtohandle]

A dream...

[Is this a dream? It's not a very good dream if it is. It keeps showing him painful things. And also...]

Where's Jiroutachi? Is he alright?

[helmsplitter]

[Just remembering things, ya know?

He does, but not in the way that Mutsu probably thinks. A lot of them know that he's not a single sword, but not a lot of them know just how disjointed his memories really are. Still, he knows that this place is hard on most of them. Their long histories tend toward the bloody or tragic, and some are more attached to their former masters than others.

Doudanuki nods slowly and remains sitting next to Mutsunokami, arms crossed over his chest. Sometimes he's a little jealous of them, having someone to remember, someone who cared about them. But at times like these, he's glad he doesn't have attachments. It can be a deadly thing - emotion.]

...You remembering that night or something else?

[reprizesal]

[With how serious he need repairs, Sayo falls deeper into sleep. As his wounds slowly get repaired, familiar, troubling memories resurface in his mind again. It's the same scene, the same people, the same dark, echoing emotions he deeply absorbed in that moment.]

Re... venge...

[His hand twitches inside of Mutsunokami's hand. Sayo's peaceful expression is now darkened and worried.]

I want... revenge. I want revenge... I want...

[That one scene repeats over and over. The moment his master confirmed the bandit's identity, being used against the bandit and the strong emotions he absorbed in that one moment.]