Yamato no Kami Yasusada (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
okitactless) wrote2018-06-08 08:47 pm
okitactless) wrote2018-06-08 08:47 pm
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Week 0, post-investigation
[So, Yasusada is a sword.
And honestly, it isn't the murders or deaths that bother him. He is (perhaps contrary to popular belief) smart enough not to say as much out loud, because... well, most of the others are human. More-or-less.
So the blood, the necessity of killing, all of that is easy enough for him to accept. But seeing Jae-ha's breakdown in the aftermath had summoned up the most painful of his memories--and that, he hadn't prepared for.
Yasusada lost his master, in the past. He lost his partner. He'd lost just about everyone dear to him, intangible and invisible and utterly helpless.
Now, he is tangible. He is visible. And he is willing to do anything, if it means he won't be helpless this time around.
We still know nothing about those two, Okita had said, just a little earlier--and, well. It wasn't an order, but Yasusada wants so, so badly to be a good sword, now that he can actually speak to his master. So if they know nothing about "those two", then it stands to reason Okita would want to find out more. So here Yasusada is, searching for... something. Anything. Anything at all.
And then the door appears.
He very nearly walks past it, so caught up in his own head as he is right now, but thankfully even he isn't quite that oblivious. He is, however, lacking in self-preservation enough to open the magical door and poke his head inside, because it's not like this place is dangerous or anything.]
And honestly, it isn't the murders or deaths that bother him. He is (perhaps contrary to popular belief) smart enough not to say as much out loud, because... well, most of the others are human. More-or-less.
So the blood, the necessity of killing, all of that is easy enough for him to accept. But seeing Jae-ha's breakdown in the aftermath had summoned up the most painful of his memories--and that, he hadn't prepared for.
Yasusada lost his master, in the past. He lost his partner. He'd lost just about everyone dear to him, intangible and invisible and utterly helpless.
Now, he is tangible. He is visible. And he is willing to do anything, if it means he won't be helpless this time around.
We still know nothing about those two, Okita had said, just a little earlier--and, well. It wasn't an order, but Yasusada wants so, so badly to be a good sword, now that he can actually speak to his master. So if they know nothing about "those two", then it stands to reason Okita would want to find out more. So here Yasusada is, searching for... something. Anything. Anything at all.
And then the door appears.
He very nearly walks past it, so caught up in his own head as he is right now, but thankfully even he isn't quite that oblivious. He is, however, lacking in self-preservation enough to open the magical door and poke his head inside, because it's not like this place is dangerous or anything.]
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He finds himself what appears to be in the Tiger's personal chamber, a beautiful expanse of a room filled with luxurious furs and bathed in deep, rich colors. The bed's untouched, and although she sits halfway turned away from him at a vanity, brushing her hair, she's clearly aware of his presence.]
You could have just knocked.
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