[higekiri left the party very quickly after the announcement. he'd been distracted all day, searching for dimitri, and perhaps he found an answer - but it's not one that he likes. so he goes to change, and then he wanders and wanders and wanders.
it's hard to say if he has a destination.
but now he walks and even though he normally pauses to greet beck whenever he sees her - now seems a bit different. like he doesn't notice her at all until she's closer, and then he blinks.
and then moves to give his bow in greeting, delayed.]
... I apologize.
[for not noticing her]
it's hard to say if he has a destination.
but now he walks and even though he normally pauses to greet beck whenever he sees her - now seems a bit different. like he doesn't notice her at all until she's closer, and then he blinks.
and then moves to give his bow in greeting, delayed.]
... I apologize.
[for not noticing her]
[and automatically he's going to move closer to her - ]
Stay close to me.
[even though that absolutely will do nothing for their memshare incoming -
--
It's a battlefield in the drop of a hat - the shift in mood and tension as suddenly it's a matter of breaking or being broken.
Enemies surround, and a young man - Imanotsurugi, the memory suggests - calls out to the group of six, "Since Higekiri and Hizamaru, are still inexperienced, let's keep them in the center of the formation... Is what I wanted to say but...!"
Both Higekiri and Hizamaru stride forward toward the enemies in the plains, failing to heed the advice of their captain. Higekiri is the first to speak, a smile on his face as he keeps both of his hands on the hilt of his sword, "This is our first battle since we gained these bodies."
Hizamaru grins at his side. "Let's see what it can do."
Almost as if he's on a stage, Higekiri spreads both of his arms out to the enemies in front of him before announcing himself, "I'm the Genji's priceless treasure, Higekiri!"
And so in the memory, everything can be felt - the feelings of the man who draws the sword from its sheath, but a second consciousness that comes from the sword itself. The feeling of being drawn, and then the ensuing battle. Higekiri raises his leg almost impossibly high in a kick before he lets his sword plunge through the chest of their enemy, slicing through flesh and grating against bone. To feel both versions of it - the adrenaline of a man thrilled to be in battle, as well as the steel itself that bathes in blood and skin.
It's dizzying - but electrifying.
It is nothing short of pure elation to engage in combat.
--
Welcome to a sword's consciousness, Beck.]
Stay close to me.
[even though that absolutely will do nothing for their memshare incoming -
--
It's a battlefield in the drop of a hat - the shift in mood and tension as suddenly it's a matter of breaking or being broken.
Enemies surround, and a young man - Imanotsurugi, the memory suggests - calls out to the group of six, "Since Higekiri and Hizamaru, are still inexperienced, let's keep them in the center of the formation... Is what I wanted to say but...!"
Both Higekiri and Hizamaru stride forward toward the enemies in the plains, failing to heed the advice of their captain. Higekiri is the first to speak, a smile on his face as he keeps both of his hands on the hilt of his sword, "This is our first battle since we gained these bodies."
Hizamaru grins at his side. "Let's see what it can do."
Almost as if he's on a stage, Higekiri spreads both of his arms out to the enemies in front of him before announcing himself, "I'm the Genji's priceless treasure, Higekiri!"
And so in the memory, everything can be felt - the feelings of the man who draws the sword from its sheath, but a second consciousness that comes from the sword itself. The feeling of being drawn, and then the ensuing battle. Higekiri raises his leg almost impossibly high in a kick before he lets his sword plunge through the chest of their enemy, slicing through flesh and grating against bone. To feel both versions of it - the adrenaline of a man thrilled to be in battle, as well as the steel itself that bathes in blood and skin.
It's dizzying - but electrifying.
It is nothing short of pure elation to engage in combat.
--
Welcome to a sword's consciousness, Beck.]
Edited 2019-10-31 01:09 (UTC)
[higekiri will walk alongside her, his hand on the hilt of his sword just in case
but he blinks]
Oh, that inspires confidence.
[he seems to be feeling well enough to ease!! but he just laughs a bit, offering her up a smile]
You needn't worry. I will hear any request you have of me, but if it is too much, I will deny it.
but he blinks]
Oh, that inspires confidence.
[he seems to be feeling well enough to ease!! but he just laughs a bit, offering her up a smile]
You needn't worry. I will hear any request you have of me, but if it is too much, I will deny it.
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