[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 -
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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.
[As soon as it ends, she - looks unabashedly horrified, holding her hands over her mouth. It isn't just the strange way his consciousness was split or the disorientation of suddenly experiencing someone else's memory—
More than anything, it's the level of violence, and the excitement that accompanied that violence. She looks like she wants to be sick.]
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Though I still wonder why you received those bruises... It's a bit concerning.
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[She leans over to kiss his cheek, and that's when she happens to notice something laying on the floor next to the bed. It looks like a laptop.]
...What is that?
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higekiri blinks at that before following her gaze]
Ah...? A piece of technology?
[he'll be the one to go to retrieve it though, reaching out for it]
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—What?
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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.
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Welcome to a sword's consciousness, Beck.]
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More than anything, it's the level of violence, and the excitement that accompanied that violence. She looks like she wants to be sick.]
...Oh my god.
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.... Oh - I nearly forgot about that.
[it sure was another day that ended in y for him]
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[She needs a few moments to find a way to describe it, but in the meantime, she has to ask—]
Is it always like that for you?