About The Other Guys [select]
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About The Other Guys...
Festivals were loud, Sayaka decided. Too loud. Too many people talking, bright colors, cheery music, too many things that she was numb to. Somewhere along the line, in the jumble, it looked like she had purchased a ikayaki, which she was carrying indifferently for the sake that she couldn't care enough to throw away.
What a pain, she thought. Her parents had been smiling brightly when they brought her here, gave her allowance, and told her to run along and have fun. All she really wanted was a private corner somewhere out of the way. Which wasn't as easy as it looked, because it was a freaking festival.
She turned a corner, hoping that maybe she would be able to sit down and do some mulling, but almost as immediately flushed and turned away, leaving the couple there to each other. Seriously, what a pain. She continued walking along the edge of the crowd, hoping to maybe find a way to a back alley or some spot off in the trees nearby.
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"Hey, Tonbo, what're you doing?" Tatsuya asked. The Muramasa looked up from her spot on the couch, and he smirked and rapped his knuckles twice on the side of the stairwell. Tonbo sighed and turned her attention back to the laptop that she was skimming the internet on.
"Nothing much, she said, turning it to face him. Some web article about the stolen swords from earlier that day.
"Didn't we already decide that none of those were magical?" he asked, walking over to sit beside her.
"Mmm," she agreed absently, closing the page and bringing up another. "Just got one of those feelings, you know? Like this is important, and if we don't act now we're gonna miss something." Tatsuya consider this. Tonbo had been doing this for far, far longer than he or Benio had, so it made sense that she would have better instincts for this sort of thing…
"So you think that we should check it out further?" he asked. Tonbo looked at the screen pensively before groaning and stretching.
"Who knows?" she said lightly, leaning back. "Not like there's no one who would want to steal some really old, really valuable swords that could be sold for a lot money, huh? Maybe… just pass something on to Juuchi next time we see her, just in case and keep an eye on the news."
"Ah!" Mamiya said, and they turned to see her walk into the room. "About that. I was wondering if maybe you had any other family lately… you know, you called Juuchi Yosamu your sister when you last talked about her, didn't you?"
"Huh, did I?" Tonbo asked, closing the laptop and setting it aside. "Let's see, sisters… Wow, it's been years. Last one I saw must have been… Kyoshu? Or was it Chisuheri…" She paused, then laughed sardonically. "Though neither of those meetings went well at all."
"How's that?" Mamiya asked.
"Uh, chased a guy into Chisuheri's temple for justice and vengeance, and Kyoshu's a bitch."
Though one got used to it with Tonbo, the two Haneda siblings were still taken aback by the somewhat blunt assessment. Tonbo glanced between them. "Umitsubame's cool, though," she added. "Probably. Haven't seen her since Tokugawa, and people change… but she was cool when I knew her. Hopefully still is."
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Sayaka leaned against a tree, sighing as she dropped down to a sitting position. She wasn't that far from the crowds and the stalls, she could still hear everything off to one side, but it was quieter, more bearable now. She could think now.
Momo would have been dragging her from booth to booth, demanding to try each game in its turn and complaining when she lost.
Sayaka's shoulders jerked as the thought hit her, and she curled up into a seated sort of fetal position. What was she going to say to her sister today?
"Mato!"
That… hadn't been her.
Sayaka sat up, peering over her knees. Before her was standing what looked like a cartoon parody of Yamato, staring soulfully into her eyes and… drooling? Sayaka blinked as she realized that the ikayaki was still in her hand. She moved it back and forth experimentally, and the tiny Yamato followed it back and forth with her eyes.
Oh, what the heck. "Here you go, then," Sayaka said, holding the snack out to her. Tiny Yamato snatched it and pointed it into the sky triumphantly, as if it were a sword. She then began to nom on the side.
"Mmdoo mmdoo," she mumbled through her food, eyes glowing as she walked over and slouched beside Sayaka's spot at the tree.
"Sorry your friend yelled at you," Momo said through her noodles as she sat down beside Sayaka. The older girl forced a smile and ruffled her hair.
"Don't worry," she said to her protesting sister, "it wasn't your fault. She'll come around sooner or later anyway."
Sayaka stood rigid upright, causing the little fairy creature to flop over on her back dramatically. "Come on," she said tersely, "let's go find out where you're supposed to go."
"Mato?" Tiny Yamato asked, lowering the ikayaki from her mouth and looking up curiously.
"Just come on," Sayaka growled, and began walking. After considering this, the Tiny Yamato Fairy Creature followed after her, still nomming on the ikayaki.
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Now, there is the challenge of thinking up a name for Smol Yamato.
Well what do you think, sirs?
About The Other Guys...
Festivals were loud, Sayaka decided. Too loud. Too many people talking, bright colors, cheery music, too many things that she was numb to. Somewhere along the line, in the jumble, it looked like she had purchased a ikayaki, which she was carrying indifferently for the sake that she couldn't care enough to throw away.
What a pain, she thought. Her parents had been smiling brightly when they brought her here, gave her allowance, and told her to run along and have fun. All she really wanted was a private corner somewhere out of the way. Which wasn't as easy as it looked, because it was a freaking festival.
She turned a corner, hoping that maybe she would be able to sit down and do some mulling, but almost as immediately flushed and turned away, leaving the couple there to each other. Seriously, what a pain. She continued walking along the edge of the crowd, hoping to maybe find a way to a back alley or some spot off in the trees nearby.
-----
"Hey, Tonbo, what're you doing?" Tatsuya asked. The Muramasa looked up from her spot on the couch, and he smirked and rapped his knuckles twice on the side of the stairwell. Tonbo sighed and turned her attention back to the laptop that she was skimming the internet on.
"Nothing much, she said, turning it to face him. Some web article about the stolen swords from earlier that day.
"Didn't we already decide that none of those were magical?" he asked, walking over to sit beside her.
"Mmm," she agreed absently, closing the page and bringing up another. "Just got one of those feelings, you know? Like this is important, and if we don't act now we're gonna miss something." Tatsuya consider this. Tonbo had been doing this for far, far longer than he or Benio had, so it made sense that she would have better instincts for this sort of thing…
"So you think that we should check it out further?" he asked. Tonbo looked at the screen pensively before groaning and stretching.
"Who knows?" she said lightly, leaning back. "Not like there's no one who would want to steal some really old, really valuable swords that could be sold for a lot money, huh? Maybe… just pass something on to Juuchi next time we see her, just in case and keep an eye on the news."
"Ah!" Mamiya said, and they turned to see her walk into the room. "About that. I was wondering if maybe you had any other family lately… you know, you called Juuchi Yosamu your sister when you last talked about her, didn't you?"
"Huh, did I?" Tonbo asked, closing the laptop and setting it aside. "Let's see, sisters… Wow, it's been years. Last one I saw must have been… Kyoshu? Or was it Chisuheri…" She paused, then laughed sardonically. "Though neither of those meetings went well at all."
"How's that?" Mamiya asked.
"Uh, chased a guy into Chisuheri's temple for justice and vengeance, and Kyoshu's a bitch."
Though one got used to it with Tonbo, the two Haneda siblings were still taken aback by the somewhat blunt assessment. Tonbo glanced between them. "Umitsubame's cool, though," she added. "Probably. Haven't seen her since Tokugawa, and people change… but she was cool when I knew her. Hopefully still is."
-----
Sayaka leaned against a tree, sighing as she dropped down to a sitting position. She wasn't that far from the crowds and the stalls, she could still hear everything off to one side, but it was quieter, more bearable now. She could think now.
Momo would have been dragging her from booth to booth, demanding to try each game in its turn and complaining when she lost.
Sayaka's shoulders jerked as the thought hit her, and she curled up into a seated sort of fetal position. What was she going to say to her sister today?
"Mato!"
That… hadn't been her.
Sayaka sat up, peering over her knees. Before her was standing what looked like a cartoon parody of Yamato, staring soulfully into her eyes and… drooling? Sayaka blinked as she realized that the ikayaki was still in her hand. She moved it back and forth experimentally, and the tiny Yamato followed it back and forth with her eyes.
Oh, what the heck. "Here you go, then," Sayaka said, holding the snack out to her. Tiny Yamato snatched it and pointed it into the sky triumphantly, as if it were a sword. She then began to nom on the side.
"Mmdoo mmdoo," she mumbled through her food, eyes glowing as she walked over and slouched beside Sayaka's spot at the tree.
"Sorry your friend yelled at you," Momo said through her noodles as she sat down beside Sayaka. The older girl forced a smile and ruffled her hair.
"Don't worry," she said to her protesting sister, "it wasn't your fault. She'll come around sooner or later anyway."
Sayaka stood rigid upright, causing the little fairy creature to flop over on her back dramatically. "Come on," she said tersely, "let's go find out where you're supposed to go."
"Mato?" Tiny Yamato asked, lowering the ikayaki from her mouth and looking up curiously.
"Just come on," Sayaka growled, and began walking. After considering this, the Tiny Yamato Fairy Creature followed after her, still nomming on the ikayaki.
-----
Now, there is the challenge of thinking up a name for Smol Yamato.
Well what do you think, sirs?