When the Narukami first walked amongst her people, she brought with her the art of swordmaking. This sword was created from her divine might. A symbol. It was never sharpened.
[jiuqing isn't going to keep it. it doesn't belong to her by right, and she has a feeling that it belongs to steel. (maybe it's because her brain is still scrambled.)
she'll keep it within steel's reach. they can reclaim it when they're ready.]
Steel looks at jiuqing, level, the ozone smell in the air rising - almost like a familiar energy thrumming through the small space - if not the same as the sacred sakura, then a relative of it. a sister.
the library drops to darkness around them as the lights flicker with crystalline, pink and shockingly bright for a few moments.
Steel reaches to take the sword, and, at least for a brief moment ( `a brief flash of light`)
that's a familiar face - and not just because of makoto. there's a far-off memory of a time and place jiuqing never really belonged to, and she finds herself bowing.]
[we're going back to a DC of 10 for this since they're not in inazuma anymore, so jiuqing snaps out of it at that, shifting her grip on the sword to bring one hand up to her head]
[ yea imagine if you were like just vibing in your formless ways and could be a giant bird or a giant snake and then people come back and give you memories and you have incredible tits again ]
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When the Narukami first walked amongst her people, she brought with her the art of swordmaking. This sword was created from her divine might. A symbol. It was never sharpened.
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she'll keep it within steel's reach. they can reclaim it when they're ready.]
Never?
[she looks down at the blade
how sharp is it looking]
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Steel looks at jiuqing, level, the ozone smell in the air rising - almost like a familiar energy thrumming through the small space - if not the same as the sacred sakura, then a relative of it. a sister.
the library drops to darkness around them as the lights flicker with crystalline, pink and shockingly bright for a few moments.
Steel reaches to take the sword, and, at least for a brief moment ( `a brief flash of light`)
You are face to face with someone. ]
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that's a familiar face - and not just because of makoto. there's a far-off memory of a time and place jiuqing never really belonged to, and she finds herself bowing.]
...Shogun.
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... No. Not here.
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...but you were, before here...?
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[ they remove the blade entirely from jiuqings hands now, holding it. ]
There was no before here.
[ this is said in maybe a more stubborn way than before. digging in. ]
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...do you really believe that?
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[ Their face - where it was clear before, seems to begin to drip into shadow again, the eyes glowing against the growing darkness. ]
The rest of it is ... muddling. It is a distraction. ... And that place and that time is gone.
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clarte is starting to understand how their friends felt every time clarte spontaneously grew wings]
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anyway]
... So this is the form you gave up before...?
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The shape of it, however much I try, still seems to haunt me.
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she has never seen this face in her life. looking good, though, sis!]
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You are all staring quite blankly.
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It is not what you were hoping to achieve here? What other purpose could you have had?
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You can still be surprised when achieving what you hoped for, can't you?
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