saniwa!tsuru

[cranelike]

(At a certain citadel somewhere in Japan, there is a certain saniwa. For as long as he could remember, he was raised and trained to be a saniwa who would some day care for his own sword army. Cool, calm, and always composed, he held a lot of promise as someone who could help to lead an army to victory... if he didn't have such a troublesome streak!

He's never really known his True Name and only know the name he was given to protect him from being spirited away (whether by his own spirits or others). Named after the crane, he's very fond of his name-- Tsuru. The story was similar to a certain sword...)

✧ summoning
✧ repairs
✧ daily life
✧ insomnia
✧ citadel attacks
✧ ETC

Open post for an alternate universe where Tsuru is the saniwa! Leaving some details vague... does he remember being Tsurumaru? Is his face always behind a veil so his swords don't really know who he is? It's a mystery and we do what we want.

Comments

[cranelike]

Correct.

(If he wants to have fun, all he has to do is say the word and certainly a handful of spirits would stop what they were doing to humor their master. He can imagine Hasebe and a few others trying to stop it, though.)

But it's no fun if it's forced or planned. Something spontaneous would be best... something fun when you least expect it.

(And now, he turns slightly to face Onimaru and reaches to pet his hair. It's definitely a familiar gesture, something caring. He's careful to not touch the horn (even if he wants to!!))

If you're asleep, you might miss it.

[oniimaru]

However you do it.. many of them will love it anyway.

[He can vouch for a good number of the Toushirou brothers. Depending on the nature of this "fun" activity, he can't guess how others like Oodenta will react. He lower his head slightly for Tsuru to pet his hair, feeling those nice and careful fingers.

But he might miss out if he's asleep... For a moment, Onimaru thinks before he nods.]

I'll try to sleep at night more. But call for me if an oni come.

[Assuming he haven't sense them and come over first. Otherwise... he'd have to figure out how to deal with his bouts of insomnia.]

[cranelike]

(He's quiet for a while, just stroking Onimaru's hair a little more before returning his hand to his side and thinking. They can probaby sit in silence for a moment before he breaks it,)

Why don't you stay with me?

(For the night.)

If an oni comes, you'll be here.

[oniimaru]

[They sit in silence for a moment, before he looks at Tsuru with a blink. Stay with Tsuru? Well, that's fine with him. He did want that arrangement, before he agreed to having a room for himself.

He nods.]

I'll stay for the night.

[Surprisingly, it's just one night. He's thinking he just need one night's sleep to catch up on his rest.]

[cranelike]

Ah! (He lets out a small gasp, sounding pleased with the answer. He even takes his hand back so that he can clap lightly,) That was easy.

(He isn't sure if he's surprised or not. With Onimaru, either he would think it was improper or think nothing of it at all... One never knows with some of these old spirits.

Getting up onto his feet, he motions for Onimaru to follow him to his room.

The saniwa's room is dark but with their eyes adjusted to it, it's easy to make things out. There's a table off to the side with reports in piles, books, and a tablet. In the center of the room is his futon, the blankets pulled aside from where he'd crawled out. The window is open, letting in a soft breeze...

Kneeling down next to his desk, he touches a lamp, turning it on to the dimmest setting and goes over towards the closet where his clothes and some extra bedding are...



And he tosses a pillow at Onimaru.

Hard.)

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[oniimaru]

[Tsuru seems pretty pleased. On the other hand, was there ever a time he's not pleased by something? He haven't seen it yet, or if he want to.

He follows after Tsuru into his room. Once he's inside, he glances around as his eye easily adjusted to the dim room. Obviously, there's no oni around in here. Otherwise, he would've spot it already. The window is open, though. That's a pretty simple way of entering.

... Or maybe they should close it, before Tsuru catches a cold—]

[oniimaru]

[The pillow hits his head, causing Onimaru to looks over and catches it before it hit the floor. Glancing down at it in his hands, before he looks back up at Tsuru with a raised brow.]

Do you have to?

[Throw? A pillow at him??]