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[OPEN] In Which a Hairy Old Man Wanders Around Aimlessly (I am the best at post titles)
Who: Shunsui Kyouraku and you! And anyone! And everyone!
When: early to mid June-ish
Where: Caissa, Lasker...and anywhere else. Shun likes wandering.
What: Very recently promoted to his Knight rank, Shunsui is by no means familiar with his new weapon (a large silver scythe) or its effects! That'll cause some issues. He also signed on for the Have a Drink job, so obligatory waterfight! And some combat training, if anyone wants to!
Rating: I can't imagine this going past PG-13, but if by some miracle it does, I'll update! (He's keeping his shirt on in the waterfight to protect the childrens' innocence, even).
[This is prose because I have terrible eyes and I'm lazy/it's the easiest way for me to write things with my screenreader, but I'm happy to match whatever you're most comfortable with!]
A. Have a Drink, on me!
Shunsui was absolutely soaked.
Not that he minded! Far from, in fact. Seeing the children so happy made him feel a lot lighter than he had in recent memory, and it was a feeling he'd very much missed. That didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate a little assistance, though!
"I'm sorry to bother, but would you mind possibly handing me a towel?"
Or grabbing a bucket of water and helping him, either way!
B. Mopey Knight is Mopey
He'd only scanned the letter announcing his new rank. More because Pretty, his beautiful pink and black butterfly, kept landing on his nose and then fluttering to the door and then back to his nose about once every five seconds. He'd managed to scan the information, and knew what his new weapon looked like (a scythe? The gods here were certainly jokesters!) but not what it could do. Still, Pretty seemed very eager to leave, and who was he to deny her?
Upon retrieving his new weapon, he'd emerged from the armory with it in his left hand, hefting the new weight. It could proooobably fit into his belt, but with that blade, he'd feel better carrying it on his back.
After fashioning a makeshift sling for it from two of the attached ribbons, he swung it in a small arc to get it where it needed to be. Of course, this was the action needed to activate its power: a widening arc of despair for the enemies surrounding him - of which, thankfully, there were none, the armory and its grounds were quite deserted this morning! - and a severe dip in mood for himself.
Pretty's presence on his shoulders, moving her wings to brush the tears from his cheeks, did little to comfort him as he walked, each step feeling heavier than the last. All he wanted was to find some ice cream and to go home to bed for a year or two, really.
...Won't you help him? He's far from his usual fairly jovial self.
C. Training time!
He'd taken to going to the training grounds when he had free time, more because he missed the old pastime of teaching his subordinates than anything else. Oh, he could still sleep for days on end and prowl the streets looking for the best sake and rooftops on which to enjoy it, but something in him called to the idea of training!
And what better way than to take his katana and offer himself up to any students that wanted a lesson?
While his mana resources weren't great (and that was still something he was adjusting to!) he was more than capable of both weapons training and hand to hand sparring. The latter, in fact, was one of his specialties, although he hadn't used it much back home in recent centuries.
If anyone would like a lesson, feel free to approach! He's the tall, burly guy with the long ponytail who's usually leaning against some wall or other.
D. Wildcard!
None of these interest you? I'm not the most creative but I'm open to playing anything out, so feel free to come at me with any ideas you have!
When: early to mid June-ish
Where: Caissa, Lasker...and anywhere else. Shun likes wandering.
What: Very recently promoted to his Knight rank, Shunsui is by no means familiar with his new weapon (a large silver scythe) or its effects! That'll cause some issues. He also signed on for the Have a Drink job, so obligatory waterfight! And some combat training, if anyone wants to!
Rating: I can't imagine this going past PG-13, but if by some miracle it does, I'll update! (He's keeping his shirt on in the waterfight to protect the childrens' innocence, even).
[This is prose because I have terrible eyes and I'm lazy/it's the easiest way for me to write things with my screenreader, but I'm happy to match whatever you're most comfortable with!]
A. Have a Drink, on me!
Shunsui was absolutely soaked.
Not that he minded! Far from, in fact. Seeing the children so happy made him feel a lot lighter than he had in recent memory, and it was a feeling he'd very much missed. That didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate a little assistance, though!
"I'm sorry to bother, but would you mind possibly handing me a towel?"
Or grabbing a bucket of water and helping him, either way!
B. Mopey Knight is Mopey
He'd only scanned the letter announcing his new rank. More because Pretty, his beautiful pink and black butterfly, kept landing on his nose and then fluttering to the door and then back to his nose about once every five seconds. He'd managed to scan the information, and knew what his new weapon looked like (a scythe? The gods here were certainly jokesters!) but not what it could do. Still, Pretty seemed very eager to leave, and who was he to deny her?
Upon retrieving his new weapon, he'd emerged from the armory with it in his left hand, hefting the new weight. It could proooobably fit into his belt, but with that blade, he'd feel better carrying it on his back.
After fashioning a makeshift sling for it from two of the attached ribbons, he swung it in a small arc to get it where it needed to be. Of course, this was the action needed to activate its power: a widening arc of despair for the enemies surrounding him - of which, thankfully, there were none, the armory and its grounds were quite deserted this morning! - and a severe dip in mood for himself.
Pretty's presence on his shoulders, moving her wings to brush the tears from his cheeks, did little to comfort him as he walked, each step feeling heavier than the last. All he wanted was to find some ice cream and to go home to bed for a year or two, really.
...Won't you help him? He's far from his usual fairly jovial self.
C. Training time!
He'd taken to going to the training grounds when he had free time, more because he missed the old pastime of teaching his subordinates than anything else. Oh, he could still sleep for days on end and prowl the streets looking for the best sake and rooftops on which to enjoy it, but something in him called to the idea of training!
And what better way than to take his katana and offer himself up to any students that wanted a lesson?
While his mana resources weren't great (and that was still something he was adjusting to!) he was more than capable of both weapons training and hand to hand sparring. The latter, in fact, was one of his specialties, although he hadn't used it much back home in recent centuries.
If anyone would like a lesson, feel free to approach! He's the tall, burly guy with the long ponytail who's usually leaning against some wall or other.
D. Wildcard!
None of these interest you? I'm not the most creative but I'm open to playing anything out, so feel free to come at me with any ideas you have!
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By the time she spotted him, he had already wandered down the hall a good few steps, his feet dragging as if he had lost the will to even move. Bishamon felt a pang in her chest, one of empathy; after all, it hadn't been that long ago since she'd felt such despair and aimlessness as well... (Some days, she would still give into it.)
"Excuse me—"
And so she approached him, a white winged ermine curled and snoozing around her shoulders. She had a hand held up, and a notebook clutched to her chest, but despite her approach she seemed rather tentative on how to proceed.
"Are you alright...?"
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"Oh, don't worry about me! I'll be fine. Must be something in the air, I have no idea why I'm so sad. But please, don't concern yourself, although I do thank you for your concern!"
He dropped into a bow, trying to wipe his eyes as discreetly as possible.
"Shunsui Kyouraku, at your service!"
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"Please — that isn't necessary," she was quick to insist, that hand she had held out towards him now lifting in a dismissive, but gentle wave. Concern like that was only normal, after all.
She didn't quite know how to deal with sudden and unexplainable sadness, though. If it had been over their situation, she could have at least commiserated, but.. ah...
"W-Would you like to accompany me for a walk, Kyouraku?"
Quiet walks sometimes helped soothe a troubled mind, she found. If it were not inappropriate, she would have recommended her favorite go-to for a sudden drop in mood... but suggestion a hot bath to someone you'd just met was definitely not a good idea.
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"That would be very nice, but please don't trouble yourself! It likely has something to do with the new weapon I just picked up, I must admit that I didn't read my letter of promotion too closely. My carrier gets a bit impatient, you see."
He put his finger out for Pretty to perch on. The poor thing had been gently brushing his cheeks with her wings for quite some time now!
"Allow me to introduce my carrier. I've taken to calling her Pretty, because, well. She is!"
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But whatever questions she might have had about it is quickly diverted when he suddenly held his hand out, displaying his carrier. Bishamon, startled, had no choice but to lean back slightly, rapidly blinking down at the butterfly.
It was larger than those she was familiar with, and certainly exceedingly pretty, as he said.
"Oh, she's — yes, she's quite beautiful..." Luckily, her own carrier was busy napping in her room, otherwise he might have tried to potentially steal the butterfly. He had a bit of a problem with thievery, see, and something as eye-catching as Pretty would have been a prime target.
Bisamon didn't really know how to respond though, and so she could only smile faintly at the butterfly, a tinge of pink on both her cheeks. "...Hello, Pretty."
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He lifted if off his back, but kept his movements slow and simple, not wanting to repeat the effect that had put him in this mood. It worked, to the best of his knowledge. Or at least, he wasn't feeling any worse by the time the weapon was in front of him for her to inspect if she chose.
And had to smile. He was fond of his carrier, as frustrating as she could be with her habit of sitting upon people's faces.
"I'm sure she'd thank you, if she had that ability!"
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Anyway — Bishamon was at least relieved to find that the cause of his sorrow wasn't anything substantial. Though it does make her slightly wary, to realize their weapons could be capable of such feats.
"I hadn't realized the weapons are our disposal could do such things... Is that fairly common here?"
i'm so sorry for the wait!!
And no, nothing major! Even this wasn't too terrible. Shunsui was very openly emotional, and while he was indeed sad, it wasn't due to anything that had actually happened.
"They can, at times! Weapons and their abilities here differ nearly as much as the people weilding them, but this isn't the worst by far. There are very charming and amusing ones, too, though. It all seems to balance out, in some strange fashion."