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(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.
B.
C.
(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.)
b!!
But today he isn't, so today he's on guard, working hard to prevent himself from drifting and trying his damndest to keep those little flickers of memory that dance at his vision's edge exactly that - flickers, nothing more. That's why he's pretty attuned to Mutsu, even if he pretends he's not paying much mind. It's better to have something tangible to focus on.
A few beats pass after he snaps awake, in any case. Then:]
If you're that tired, you should reeeally pick a better place to nap.
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He really can't help but to snort and shoot Kashuu a playful sort of smile. He's just trying to keep things light! But they've known each other long enough that Kashuu can probably see through the act and see how tired Mutsu really is, )
Better than here? ( Hah. ) I can think of a few places.
( His own room, for starters. On the veranda in the sunlight. Out in the fields. Under the great cherry tree.
Even if there are a pair of futon in the room for them to use if they get tired enough, Mutsu's opted to stay out of it for now. This room is just... warm. Uncomfortably warm and he wonders how much of it is real and how much of it is just himself working into an uncomfortable fever. Brushing aside his bangs, he tries to cool off his head and focuses on his company instead of his memories, )
Did ya rest any yet? ( Maybe Mutsu was more exhausted because of the nature of his repairs but... doesn't this place get boringly tiresome? ) ... Ya aren't tired?
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[Except for maybe the swords with very minimal bad memories to be had?? But who among them even really qualifies, god...
In any case, his head dips forward a little at the question. In truth, he is tired - it's the kind of tiredness that just seems to permeate the repair room sometimes. An exhaustion that isn't just physical. Maybe mostly isn't physical, even. But as always, that's not something he'd even want to discuss with his fellow Shinsengumi swords; he's not going to be the first person to address the big ol' tired elephant in the room.]
I'd rather rest once this is done.
[A surprisingly honest answer, maybe, but it's still said lightly enough that it doesn't have much surface impact. He shoots over a sidelong glance, inspecting Mutsu's face and the mild sheen of sweat on his forehead. Hm.]
--Maybe we could ask aruji to add some things in here that'd make it a better place to nap. Like a mini-fridge.
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A break from your our, huh?
( It sounds silly when he says it out loud but he can relate. When this is all over, he might need a nap. Or maybe he'll throw himself at some of the tantou just to be active again. Is it possible to feel both exhausted to the bone and restless enough you want to break out and run? Because that's how he feels.
Kashuu's suggestion gets him a quiet glance. It's not just a casual one, is it? He knows because Kashuu isn't as silly as he acts. He'd suggested a fridge because he's noticed something, hasn't he? And what else is there to see in this room but each other and he knows his own condition right now. Kashuu's noticed, huh? But he won't say as much out loud and for that, Mutsu is grateful. He does, after all, have his pride too.
Before he can make any sort of smart comment to brush it off though, he hears something. There's a loud noise-- a crash?-- outside their room and it sounds like a ruckus. Really? Who's making so much noise outside of this room? Talk about inconsiderate! He grumbles, looking at the door, )
Quiet down.
( Except as far as Kashuu would be concerned, there wasn't any noise at all. )
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He's fairly good at navigating, at least. He knows when to dip the hell out of situations just as well as he knows when to leave things unsaid, to voice concerns in softer and subtler ways and know he'll still be understood.
BUT BEFORE HE CAN VOICE ANYTHING ELSE-- Mutsu's... Hm. Kashuu glances toward the door himself, brow furrowing a little.]
...You hear something?
[Not the most surprising thing, considering how strange swords can get during repairs, depending on this or that. It's still unusual for Mutsu, though. At least for what Kashuu knows of him. He strains his hearing anyway, just in case, like he might catch any sound at all. Naturally, there aren't even footfalls. Those who aren't in need of repair usually avoid this place.]
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It's not real. ( He knows that much and he wonders if he's saying this to explain things to Kashuu or for himself. ) Just ignore it.
( Pretend he never said anything. He feels tense and really, it's the last thing he should be feeling given his injuries. Everything feels sore but he can't possibly relax right now. He's painfully aware of his injuries right now and he grinds his teeth, trying to get through it. )
It's fast.
( The memory. Is it lucky that his worst memory is one of his shortest? It'll pass quickly enough. It doesn't make it any easier and the memory strikes, sudden and violently like the very nature of the memory. He visibly flinches, hands moving to hold his sides, and he seems to curl into himself in response to the memory. It has his blood rushing and he can feel himself getting warmer. )
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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.]