[ comes from the floor. give him a minute to like, crawl in for that sweet caffeine and stop when he realizes whats happened in the ten seconds since he tried to walk in the first time ]
[ but of course with one memory immediately comes another.
It’s a short one that’s for certain, the angle strange. There’s a pressure of a hand upon them as they sprint down the dirt streets, heading away from the yelling and screaming but a voice that calls out stops them. The eye catching blue of the shinsengumi robes certainly are familiar, along with the the others face. Okita Souji is definitely one to be remembered which only means the one above them could only be Hijikata Toshizo, back when he wielded Horikana Kunihiro and Izuminokami Kanesada together. What they say remains muffled although it breaks off as soon as running feet head towoards them, both ducking into an alley when a group of hikeshi run past. As both of them slip away, the memory breaks apart, fading into the blackness of the night ]
We had a whole conversation about how my greatest passion besides firefighting is the noble heritage those firefighting traditions come from! And here I find you witnessed those traditions with your own eyes and never told me!
[Hmph! He doesn't seem to realize he only ever talked at him about this.]
Al...right......? [ ARE YOU SURE GALO...? ] I was forged sometime kyōroku year four by the swordsmith Horikawa Kunihiro. Much of my history has been lost to both time [ because no one can confirm if he actually exists or not, haha f. ] until my last master, Hijikata Toshizo carried my blade. I was with him for many, many years until he met his fate that day in Hakodate. After then...... I changed hands many times over until I along with many other blades were thrown into the sea, never to be found again.
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[He jumps and sprays ketchup everywhere! And then realizes - ]
Oh! You can come in!
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-my thanks.
[ comes from the floor. give him a minute to like, crawl in for that sweet caffeine and stop when he realizes whats happened in the ten seconds since he tried to walk in the first time ]
................Ah.
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[Licking ketchup off his hand. It's fine!]
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Your condiment.....
[ what if he goes to find a kitchen towel before plum appears behind him for Justified Murder ]
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[Whoops. Suddenly it's memory time! Pretend that doesn't sound like it was recorded on a potato.]
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What-?
[ but of course with one memory immediately comes another.
It’s a short one that’s for certain, the angle strange. There’s a pressure of a hand upon them as they sprint down the dirt streets, heading away from the yelling and screaming but a voice that calls out stops them. The eye catching blue of the shinsengumi robes certainly are familiar, along with the the others face. Okita Souji is definitely one to be remembered which only means the one above them could only be Hijikata Toshizo, back when he wielded Horikana Kunihiro and Izuminokami Kanesada together. What they say remains muffled although it breaks off as soon as running feet head towoards them, both ducking into an alley when a group of hikeshi run past. As both of them slip away, the memory breaks apart, fading into the blackness of the night ]
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[Um! What! He's staring, shocked and excited, as that memory plays.]
Are you serious? That memory was yours?
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Mm. Edo period, as well as I remember it.
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Technically I was born in the Sengoku era but, I suppose it just never came up...
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[Hmph! He doesn't seem to realize he only ever talked at him about this.]
Well, go on. Tell me your whole life story!
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Al...right......? [ ARE YOU SURE GALO...? ] I was forged sometime kyōroku year four by the swordsmith Horikawa Kunihiro. Much of my history has been lost to both time [ because no one can confirm if he actually exists or not, haha f. ] until my last master, Hijikata Toshizo carried my blade. I was with him for many, many years until he met his fate that day in Hakodate. After then...... I changed hands many times over until I along with many other blades were thrown into the sea, never to be found again.
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You're. So you're a sword?
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[ got it in one ]
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He's just squinting, like he's trying to understand, and then.]
Oh. Cool!
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Isn't it?
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And you were a shinsengumi sword, too? Awww, man, this is so crazy! I mean, personally, I like hikeshi better, but still.
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Mm! Ah...... I wish the others were here with me too. I'm sure the others would have even more recollection of hikeshi than I do.