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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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He approaches with a look of concern, his bird carrier flying around him, uncaring of the situation as she was.
"Are you quite alright, sir?"
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And he meant it. While it was fairly easy to see that this young man was simply choosing to do this, and didn't feel any real compulsion to do so, Shunsui hated to present such a sorrowful demeanor to the world at large. He wanted to make people feel good, when he could, not bring them down!
And he really did appreciate the gesture, whether it was done out of empathy or not.
"Thank you for checking, but I'll really be just fine."
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He might not be genuinely interested in why the gentleman might be upset but he does recognize the reason that he gives. Chloe had been given a dagger that looked an awful lot like the only weapon that could actually kill an immortal like him. So at the very least, he could empathize with being unsettled by what weapon had been assigned them.
"But I don't believe that you need to apologize for worrying someone if you are feeling down." Though perhaps he might only think that because he doesn't know what he is supposed to say in such situations.
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He was interested in the weapon himself, and would definitely need to read his promotion letter in its entirety when he returned to his room!
"And I thank you, you've been very kind."
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He has never heard of anything like that before.
"You don't need to thank me, though." It's awkward, although he's not showing that he feels that it's awkward.