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damaged
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.
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.)
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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.]