[Wow!!! Trap him in a dance and then grill him about his family line!! He sees how it is!!
Still, Sousei's not particularly surprised, and he really doesn't even miss a step as he contemplates that question. After all, anyone from their homeland who is versed at all in history, especially with a mythical bent, is going to know the Abe name.]
No.
[Well, that's simple enough. After a moment, he does elaborate, stepping in time with the music--]
I chose the path of the sword instead; I am not particularly skilled at onmyōdō.
[Of course, he does have the latent mythical ability that his bloodline is famous for, but... he's really never picked up anything beyond the basics.]
[he's a sneaky little shit like that but he was mostly out for the dance. Dancing with stiff militant linefaces is apparently great fun for Kashuu Kiyomitsu.
Either way, that answer still seems like a good one, even if he's a little surprised to hear that there's an Abe who doesn't do the Abe thing. Approval from swords, Sousei sure is climbing the mountain! Some sort of mountain!! Who knows what kind... A WEIRD ONE.]
Not a bad choice! [People taking the path of the sword means more owners which means less swords just lying around defunct.] Aaah, but I bet you'd be a super strict owner, huh?
[The signal that Sousei sure has stumbled into another sword dingus...]
[Ah.... "owner"... Yeah, that's pretty straightforward there. He's experienced enough of these sword dinguses to know when he's stumbled across another--and with that in mind, he really does recall where the name Kiyomitsu came from. The Shinsengumi aren't so far gone that their swords aren't remembered, after all.
Hm.]
As to that, you would have to ask my sword. Though it does not have a tsukumogami form such as you do, it is nonetheless the only one qualified to answer that question.
[It's not like he'd presume to answer it himself when he has...no idea what it's like to be owned by...himself--okay no this thought process is getting weird STOP MAKING THIS WEIRD, SWORDS.]
[When swords are involved, things get all kinds of weird really fast... It's an unfortunate side effect of them just being awkward by nature. SOUSEI IS A TROOPER.]
Haruji would have to do something about that. [Even though he can get a general sense of how well or poorly a sword is treated, he still can't summon them up like the saniwas... When they take a turn with enough space, he cants his head a little to get a better look at it anyway, though.]
He's pretty. [#important things... Equally important:] A-ny-way! Have you met some of us already? Or d'you just know? [Latent Abe talent??]
[Haru...ji.... their onmyōji, maybe? He doesn't know, but either way he's really not interested in his sword actually becoming a tsukumogami. It's rather useful how it is, thanks.....
Though his sword is indeed very pretty, there are more important things than that, he thinks...!!! Though. Maybe this is different for swords....]
...He [it??? "it" seems rude, like this.] has served my family well for generations.
As for that, Samonji Kousetsu and Samonji Souza have been here for a short period of time already. I have learned a great deal about your situation from them.
[wow join the party of sword owners with sentient swords, sousei!! it's... it's a real blast......]
Ooh? An heirloom? Lucky guy. [It'd be nice to be an heirloom, as long as it's an heirloom that actually sees battle. A sword that's kept behind glass leads a pretty sad life.
Hi expression lights up in recognition at that, though.] Good, good! If it's explaining, they're definitely the best for it. They explained everything to us, too!
[It sure is good that some of the more organized and sensible swords were the ones to arrive first, even if it probably left the mistaken impression that their group isn't a hot property-destroying mess on a whole.]
[what would he do with a sentient sword, they might try to make him dance or something, don't be silly.]
If nothing else, I am the lucky one. [To have a magical sword that cuts things like ghosts and orochis, honestly... and also the whole "gotta be worthy of the heirloom" thing, it's complicated. Still, he doesn't think it's fair to say only his sword is lucky.
But right....]
I see. Are there many of you, then? I was under the impression there were not so many. [but clearly there are more morons than he thought.... woe is sousei.]
[dancing swords are superior swords, okay! there are so many movies made about them!!
But oh, that's sweet... A swordsman who appreciates his swords is a-okay in Kashuu's book. Considering the awful masters some of his comrades have been stuck with before, it's always nice to run into someone who won't put their swords in those unfortunate positions.]
If you think you're lucky, I guess you wouldn't be a bad master after all! Even if you still seem super strict. [Is that a compliment? A soft insult?? Both?! Kashuu just being tactless?? Probably the latter, he's a rude shit.
As for the question:] Yeah, right now there's... forty or something? [Basically everyone should feel bad for Haru...] We're always looking for more comrades. Big wars, lots of resources, all that stuff. But there's less than twenty of us here.
[Yeah, he's got not idea either. Compliment and then insult, this is a terrible situation. Not that he's all that bothered, really... this is just how this goes, isn't it.... swords are rude as hell, wow.
Either way, he deigns not to respond to it (it's just...not worth it...), instead focusing on the rest. Forty swords. That's like an armory or something, what are you preparing for, war or something--
...oh.]
I see. [...] It's a strange way to fight a war. [sending the swords out to fight on their own........]
Yeah? Most people'd think it's pretty efficient. [He can at least ballpark where Sousei's statement is coming from, though, which is why he goes on to say:]
In a war, people get fatigued and injured and all that, right? And it takes a toll on progress. I mean, we get tired too, but if we're hurt we just have to go get the damage buffed out by Haruji.
[Unless their vessels break, of course, but that's a delicate topic for Kashuu and so he keeps from treading too far into that territory.]
[It's an odd concept, okay. 40 swords and one master, who does this guy think he is, date masamune or something--
But for now, Sousei nods thoughtfully.]
I see.
[A considering hum.]
But nonetheless, you are still being injured in such situations. You are still soldiers who are capable of thought and emotion--ignoring that fact is as harmful on you as it would be any human.
[Look, he just doesn't buy the "we're swords and we can be fixed easily so we'll fight all of your bloody wars for you!!!" It almost seems cruel.]
But Kashuu looks a little surprised by that. He may be among the most human swords in their group, having been around since nearly the beginning, but he is still a tsukumogami. There's some dissonance in the way he views things versus the way someone who wasn't "born" as a sword might, like durability and purpose and use in battle. He's not really adverse to thinking of himself in different terms, though, even if he doesn't necessarily agree. Instead of arguing, he just laughs.]
—What a weird guy! I like you. [Good... good work Sousei this is what you get.]
In the end, we're still a looot more durable than a human soldier, and these guys totally need all the help they can get.
[Ah.... he wasn't doing it to be liked!! Don't be so ridiculous, he didn't want this. He just has a lot of feelings about the rights of people who are sentient, whether they are swords or human or whatever.
Either way, he nods in response to that, because it's not like he knows the situation well enough to deny it, and that's when the music draws to a close.
Sousei moves to drop his hands almost immediately.]
I hope you are satisfied.
[sort of. Mostly he doesn't care but.
Now he's safe, right.... safe from pest swords....]
[THAT'S ENOUGH FOR HIM. It's not hard to get him to like someone...
He's also never going to be safe from swords again. Kashuu will actually obligingly let his hands go, because he did only ask for one dance (and there are a lot of other people here that he wants to dance with).]
Mmhm! Not bad at all. Kinda stiff, but that fits you just fine.
[10/10 would show up at the doorstep of and ask for another dance at some nebulous point in the future.]
[Just making sure Kashuu was satisfied, really. But at that... he huffs faintly, and shifts to turn somewhat towards his proper wallflowery place. He must go, Kashuu. His people need him.
His wallflower people.
But he simply tilts his head slightly at Kashuu before he goes, considering.]
...Take care as well that you do not find yourself in the hands of someone who does not respect you, or the proper use of a sword. [A pause, and then--] Admittedly, you appear to be less hopeless than Souza and Kousetsu.
[But even so... he's heard enough of "BUT IF THAT'S THE MASTER I GET" that he's Concerned.
[A true tragedy for the dance floor. The wallflower kingdom will flourish with such a great wallflowery leader, though...
BUT SPEAKING OF "IF THAT'S THE MASTER I GET"--]
It's not like I can up and pick my own master, y'know. [Except he probably is one of the least hopeless swords in the bunch, so instead of going into the 'swords are tools' spiel - even if he holds similar beliefs - he immediately follows that up with:] But not just anyone can wield a difficult sword! I only look for masters who will use me well and dress me cutely. [Good work Kashuu, and good luck to everyone who's stuck with this prissy princess sword.....
That said, he's got other dance partners to find and some aliens to eventually murder!! So he turns, too, but pauses before he goes.]
Hey... If you spend a lot of time around them, treat them nice, 'kay? —Well! Someone who says the stuff you do wouldn't have any trouble with that. [But he's pretty protective of his fellow dinguses, and he knows how Souza in particular can be... Just scoping out the babysitters here, don't mind him. Apparently he already approves, since he's still looking cheerful when he raises his hand in a parting gesture.]
Anyway, thanks for the dance, Stiff-san. Let's do it again sometime!
[You swords and your "I can't pick my master" nonsense. As far as Sousei's concerned, any creature that's sentient and capable of thoughts and choices should pick their own master. Otherwise, it's just blind service--and as he has well learned, blind service does nobody any good.
But it's clear that this discussion is over, but nonetheless as opposed to his reluctance from the rest of the night, Sousei crosses his arms, meets Kashuu's eyes, and says--]
Then when that time comes, we will discuss this further as well.
[Well then.
And with that, he turns on his heel and heads off the dance floor.
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Still, Sousei's not particularly surprised, and he really doesn't even miss a step as he contemplates that question. After all, anyone from their homeland who is versed at all in history, especially with a mythical bent, is going to know the Abe name.]
No.
[Well, that's simple enough. After a moment, he does elaborate, stepping in time with the music--]
I chose the path of the sword instead; I am not particularly skilled at onmyōdō.
[Of course, he does have the latent mythical ability that his bloodline is famous for, but... he's really never picked up anything beyond the basics.]
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Either way, that answer still seems like a good one, even if he's a little surprised to hear that there's an Abe who doesn't do the Abe thing. Approval from swords, Sousei sure is climbing the mountain! Some sort of mountain!! Who knows what kind... A WEIRD ONE.]
Not a bad choice! [People taking the path of the sword means more owners which means less swords just lying around defunct.] Aaah, but I bet you'd be a super strict owner, huh?
[The signal that Sousei sure has stumbled into another sword dingus...]
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Hm.]
As to that, you would have to ask my sword. Though it does not have a tsukumogami form such as you do, it is nonetheless the only one qualified to answer that question.
[It's not like he'd presume to answer it himself when he has...no idea what it's like to be owned by...himself--okay no this thought process is getting weird STOP MAKING THIS WEIRD, SWORDS.]
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Haruji would have to do something about that. [Even though he can get a general sense of how well or poorly a sword is treated, he still can't summon them up like the saniwas... When they take a turn with enough space, he cants his head a little to get a better look at it anyway, though.]
He's pretty. [#important things... Equally important:] A-ny-way! Have you met some of us already? Or d'you just know? [Latent Abe talent??]
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Though his sword is indeed very pretty, there are more important things than that, he thinks...!!! Though. Maybe this is different for swords....]
...He [it??? "it" seems rude, like this.] has served my family well for generations.
As for that, Samonji Kousetsu and Samonji Souza have been here for a short period of time already. I have learned a great deal about your situation from them.
[His ~Abe senses~ are not good for much tbh.]
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Ooh? An heirloom? Lucky guy. [It'd be nice to be an heirloom, as long as it's an heirloom that actually sees battle. A sword that's kept behind glass leads a pretty sad life.
Hi expression lights up in recognition at that, though.] Good, good! If it's explaining, they're definitely the best for it. They explained everything to us, too!
[It sure is good that some of the more organized and sensible swords were the ones to arrive first, even if it probably left the mistaken impression that their group isn't a hot property-destroying mess on a whole.]
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If nothing else, I am the lucky one. [To have a magical sword that cuts things like ghosts and orochis, honestly... and also the whole "gotta be worthy of the heirloom" thing, it's complicated. Still, he doesn't think it's fair to say only his sword is lucky.
But right....]
I see. Are there many of you, then? I was under the impression there were not so many. [but clearly there are more morons than he thought.... woe is sousei.]
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But oh, that's sweet... A swordsman who appreciates his swords is a-okay in Kashuu's book. Considering the awful masters some of his comrades have been stuck with before, it's always nice to run into someone who won't put their swords in those unfortunate positions.]
If you think you're lucky, I guess you wouldn't be a bad master after all! Even if you still seem super strict. [Is that a compliment? A soft insult?? Both?! Kashuu just being tactless?? Probably the latter, he's a rude shit.
As for the question:] Yeah, right now there's... forty or something? [Basically everyone should feel bad for Haru...] We're always looking for more comrades. Big wars, lots of resources, all that stuff. But there's less than twenty of us here.
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Either way, he deigns not to respond to it (it's just...not worth it...), instead focusing on the rest. Forty swords. That's like an armory or something, what are you preparing for, war or something--
...oh.]
I see. [...] It's a strange way to fight a war. [sending the swords out to fight on their own........]
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Yeah? Most people'd think it's pretty efficient. [He can at least ballpark where Sousei's statement is coming from, though, which is why he goes on to say:]
In a war, people get fatigued and injured and all that, right? And it takes a toll on progress. I mean, we get tired too, but if we're hurt we just have to go get the damage buffed out by Haruji.
[Unless their vessels break, of course, but that's a delicate topic for Kashuu and so he keeps from treading too far into that territory.]
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But for now, Sousei nods thoughtfully.]
I see.
[A considering hum.]
But nonetheless, you are still being injured in such situations. You are still soldiers who are capable of thought and emotion--ignoring that fact is as harmful on you as it would be any human.
[Look, he just doesn't buy the "we're swords and we can be fixed easily so we'll fight all of your bloody wars for you!!!" It almost seems cruel.]
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But Kashuu looks a little surprised by that. He may be among the most human swords in their group, having been around since nearly the beginning, but he is still a tsukumogami. There's some dissonance in the way he views things versus the way someone who wasn't "born" as a sword might, like durability and purpose and use in battle. He's not really adverse to thinking of himself in different terms, though, even if he doesn't necessarily agree. Instead of arguing, he just laughs.]
—What a weird guy! I like you. [Good... good work Sousei this is what you get.]
In the end, we're still a looot more durable than a human soldier, and these guys totally need all the help they can get.
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Either way, he nods in response to that, because it's not like he knows the situation well enough to deny it, and that's when the music draws to a close.
Sousei moves to drop his hands almost immediately.]
I hope you are satisfied.
[sort of. Mostly he doesn't care but.
Now he's safe, right.... safe from pest swords....]
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He's also never going to be safe from swords again. Kashuu will actually obligingly let his hands go, because he did only ask for one dance (and there are a lot of other people here that he wants to dance with).]
Mmhm! Not bad at all. Kinda stiff, but that fits you just fine.
[10/10 would show up at the doorstep of and ask for another dance at some nebulous point in the future.]
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[Just making sure Kashuu was satisfied, really. But at that... he huffs faintly, and shifts to turn somewhat towards his proper wallflowery place. He must go, Kashuu. His people need him.
His wallflower people.
But he simply tilts his head slightly at Kashuu before he goes, considering.]
...Take care as well that you do not find yourself in the hands of someone who does not respect you, or the proper use of a sword. [A pause, and then--] Admittedly, you appear to be less hopeless than Souza and Kousetsu.
[But even so... he's heard enough of "BUT IF THAT'S THE MASTER I GET" that he's Concerned.
Not that he'll admit it's Concern.]
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BUT SPEAKING OF "IF THAT'S THE MASTER I GET"--]
It's not like I can up and pick my own master, y'know. [Except he probably is one of the least hopeless swords in the bunch, so instead of going into the 'swords are tools' spiel - even if he holds similar beliefs - he immediately follows that up with:] But not just anyone can wield a difficult sword! I only look for masters who will use me well and dress me cutely. [Good work Kashuu, and good luck to everyone who's stuck with this prissy princess sword.....
That said, he's got other dance partners to find and some aliens to eventually murder!! So he turns, too, but pauses before he goes.]
Hey... If you spend a lot of time around them, treat them nice, 'kay? —Well! Someone who says the stuff you do wouldn't have any trouble with that. [But he's pretty protective of his fellow dinguses, and he knows how Souza in particular can be... Just scoping out the babysitters here, don't mind him. Apparently he already approves, since he's still looking cheerful when he raises his hand in a parting gesture.]
Anyway, thanks for the dance, Stiff-san. Let's do it again sometime!
[No escape.]
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But it's clear that this discussion is over, but nonetheless as opposed to his reluctance from the rest of the night, Sousei crosses his arms, meets Kashuu's eyes, and says--]
Then when that time comes, we will discuss this further as well.
[Well then.
And with that, he turns on his heel and heads off the dance floor.
That sure was productive.]
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and that night kashuu had a single delicate doki, kya.]