[ Watching Namazuo tremble the way that he does would have usually prompted Mikazuki to comfort him or do something, do anything. Yet...Mikazuki doesn't do anything. He stays stark still and watches, only moving after his mirrored memory slowly draws to an end. There's no happy ending -- Yoshiteru dies with broken swords clattered all around him. A solitary gloved hand touches the glass, fingertips brushing the reflection of his own blade...left perfectly untouched in this memory. Then a long sigh resounds through the quiet room...and Mikazuki steps back again. ]
It's not anything we can change, Namazuo-kun. [ Hands folding into his sleeves, Mikazuki's head tilts from one side to the other while braving a glance towards his comrade again. ] Do you think I should be more upset? I wonder if such a thing is even possible for me.
[ He's not entirely sure it is but he doesn't go into detail about that. Mikazuki quickly becomes distracted instead by the lifeless images on the mirrors flickering to life once more. Behind his feathered mask, he blinks dully when he watches another castle, this time on fire. It doesn't take him long to recognize it. ] Ah. It's Osaka...this time. [ Still said in that same monotone. ]
[Yes! he wants to yell--the word springs to his lips so quickly that he has to swallow to force it back down, his jaw tight and his hands curling into fists. Yes, he thinks Mikazuki should be more upset. It's rude, if not downright cruel, to expect something like that of someone like him--someone who knows, perhaps better than any of them, the transience of life. They can't change the past, of course they can't, and despite how badly Namazuo wants to spare his family from harm, the risks are far too great to ever truly tempt him. What does he want, then? Tears? Mourning? Does he want Mikazuki to be in pain?
No... he'd like to think. But a part of him, a small, ugly, black part, whispers yes once again.]
I-- [He starts, but he falters, his voice breaking. And then the past is flashing before them once again, this time in shades of orange and red.
Normally, this would be difficult to bear. Difficult, because it's never easy, reliving the moments when his beloved master met an early end. But a sight he'd be able to handle with some semblance of grace. This is a sight he's seen in person more than once, after all. But straight after what they'd just watched, it's salt on a freshly opened wound.
Slowly, Namazuo sinks to his knees. His legs won't hold him up anymore.]
Why... [He whispers again--how funny that his face is wet when the air in Osaka had been so hot, so dry.] Why aren't they here...?
[Where are his brothers now? Why haven't they come to this place? (Why, instead, is Mikazuki the one standing here, watching with those lifeless crescent eyes?)]
vietnam! //EVENT026 (IC: 5/22 to 5/26 ; OOC: 2/13 to 2/20)
Ah. Thank you. [ He's almost like a lost puppy like this, following Vietnam's pull without reluctance or complaint. Nodding in reply, Mikazuki glances back at the monsters then down at the hole that these two (probably) (literally) crawled out from. His gaze doesn't linger, uninterested overall as it sets back on his current companion. ] The cold and darkness is not something I wanted to experience again.
It reminds me too much of storage. [ Such is the #sword life for him. ]
[This lost puppy look...she can't leave him alone! MUST PROTECT 5EVA. Now that they are definitely out of the monsters' way (for now), she looks at him worriedly.
She can't even imagine what it would be like to be trapped in darkness for a long time. Her hand grips tighter around his.]
I am glad you are here now. Well, not in the darkness, I mean, but just, there are others around you.
saitou! //EVENT026 (IC: 5/22 to 5/26 ; OOC: 2/13 to 2/20)
[ Mikazuki doesn't seem to mind being tugged along nor does he seem to mind breaking into a run as per the Shinsengumi's lead. He doesn't even spare the monsters a glance over the shoulder to see if they're being chased. His head tilts to the side at the curious comment however -- and spoken in a flat, dull tone: ] Lost?
...I suppose we all are here. I doubt that any of us have been here before. [ Saitou probably meant lost on a much grander scale but Mikazuki took it a little too literally. ] By the way, Saitou-kun...where are we going?
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namazuo! //EVENT026 (IC: 5/22 to 5/26 ; OOC: 2/13 to 2/20)
[ Watching Namazuo tremble the way that he does would have usually prompted Mikazuki to comfort him or do something, do anything. Yet...Mikazuki doesn't do anything. He stays stark still and watches, only moving after his mirrored memory slowly draws to an end. There's no happy ending -- Yoshiteru dies with broken swords clattered all around him. A solitary gloved hand touches the glass, fingertips brushing the reflection of his own blade...left perfectly untouched in this memory. Then a long sigh resounds through the quiet room...and Mikazuki steps back again. ]
It's not anything we can change, Namazuo-kun. [ Hands folding into his sleeves, Mikazuki's head tilts from one side to the other while braving a glance towards his comrade again. ] Do you think I should be more upset? I wonder if such a thing is even possible for me.
[ He's not entirely sure it is but he doesn't go into detail about that. Mikazuki quickly becomes distracted instead by the lifeless images on the mirrors flickering to life once more. Behind his feathered mask, he blinks dully when he watches another castle, this time on fire. It doesn't take him long to recognize it. ] Ah. It's Osaka...this time. [ Still said in that same monotone. ]
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No... he'd like to think. But a part of him, a small, ugly, black part, whispers yes once again.]
I-- [He starts, but he falters, his voice breaking. And then the past is flashing before them once again, this time in shades of orange and red.
Normally, this would be difficult to bear. Difficult, because it's never easy, reliving the moments when his beloved master met an early end. But a sight he'd be able to handle with some semblance of grace. This is a sight he's seen in person more than once, after all. But straight after what they'd just watched, it's salt on a freshly opened wound.
Slowly, Namazuo sinks to his knees. His legs won't hold him up anymore.]
Why... [He whispers again--how funny that his face is wet when the air in Osaka had been so hot, so dry.] Why aren't they here...?
[Where are his brothers now? Why haven't they come to this place? (Why, instead, is Mikazuki the one standing here, watching with those lifeless crescent eyes?)]
vietnam! //EVENT026 (IC: 5/22 to 5/26 ; OOC: 2/13 to 2/20)
Ah. Thank you. [ He's almost like a lost puppy like this, following Vietnam's pull without reluctance or complaint. Nodding in reply, Mikazuki glances back at the monsters then down at the hole that these two (probably) (literally) crawled out from. His gaze doesn't linger, uninterested overall as it sets back on his current companion. ] The cold and darkness is not something I wanted to experience again.
It reminds me too much of storage. [ Such is the #sword life for him. ]
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She can't even imagine what it would be like to be trapped in darkness for a long time. Her hand grips tighter around his.]
I am glad you are here now. Well, not in the darkness, I mean, but just, there are others around you.
saitou! //EVENT026 (IC: 5/22 to 5/26 ; OOC: 2/13 to 2/20)
[ Mikazuki doesn't seem to mind being tugged along nor does he seem to mind breaking into a run as per the Shinsengumi's lead. He doesn't even spare the monsters a glance over the shoulder to see if they're being chased. His head tilts to the side at the curious comment however -- and spoken in a flat, dull tone: ] Lost?
...I suppose we all are here. I doubt that any of us have been here before. [ Saitou probably meant lost on a much grander scale but Mikazuki took it a little too literally. ] By the way, Saitou-kun...where are we going?
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He slows down once he doesn't hear monsters running behind them, letting go of Mikazuki. ] I'm not sure. Some place less infested with monsters.
[ If that were possible at the moment. ]