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voice, un: Rinne_A

[hanikamu]

Master!

[ It's probably a strange name on Rinne's tongue, especially after watching him work up crowds with his grand performances and bold personality, but they usually irreverent Rinne finds no trouble at all with addressing Blade with respect. He's teaching him something, after all. ]

Someone's sounding handsome on the network♪ You ever think about doing ASMR?

[ Well, okay. Maybe not all that respectful. ]

[wrappings]

(it is still foreign, admittedly. but that's something that he believes is two separate sides of rinne. the serious side when he wants to be or the more bold and energetic side. he can act as he pleases, the older man wouldn't stop him.)

ASMR?

(what even is that? the term is foreign enough he blinks, that sounds like something from one of silver wolf's games. some manner of power up or attack that she'd use to claim victory if she couldn't hack her way there.)

Never heard of it, at least if it existed where I am from.

(no, it did. if one counts a certain street performer as having asmr content.)

[hanikamu]

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response.

[Immediately, as if he knew this off the top of his head.]

It's when listening to sounds makes ya feel relaxed and super sleepy. Like a brain massage without the touching. People upload all sortsa sounds and voices for it online. You could make it big doing that, Master! Not as big as me, though♪

[wrappings]

(..........why does that remind him of what kafka does to him whenever he's having one of his fits?)

I feel like they might be terrified, depending.

(sir.)

[hanikamu]

Gyahahaha! Sounds like that's the personal experience talking.

[ What does Kafka do? Rinne is totally unaware. He's thinking it's probably scarousing. Scary and arousing. ]

Anyway, I didn't call ya for ear candy.

I want you to forge a blade for me.

[wrappings]

It might be, a little too much personal experience.

(scarousing, that sounded right. that woman has a voice that could make people afraid while also arousing them. buttery smooth and something lethal when she speaks.)

I can do that, then. I have ideas in mind from our training sessions....and you'll need it.

It won't be like mine, but it will be something that should fit you perfectly.

[hanikamu]

Kinda curious what you mean by something that fits me. I've heard of foxes smithing swords, but not wielding 'em. And as far as being an idol goes, swords ain't my style. Work and play are two totally different things, so I gotta draw a line somewhere.

Well, being an idol ain't playing around for me, either...

[wrappings]

Something that would feel right in your hands. Even if not to wield them all the time, but something that can be considered an extension of you. A sword is a sword, but it should be treated fairly like it's your own arm.

There are many ways to go about it. Some performers in my own world would incorporate them into dances and plays, stories of their own.

@godslayer - early july

[polemos]

You are the man they call Blade, yes? I need a dagger made

[wrappings]

Yes.
I can make you your dagger, any materials can be brought to me at your leisure.

[polemos]

Understood. I have some unique specifications I require, but that can be discussed when I have your materials

[wrappings]

Specifications?
Anything in particular that you're looking for? To give me an idea of what I should be envisioning.

[hanikamu]

Sword dances, huh? It ain't the kinda thing people would wanna see me for now, but it'd go with our unit's concept. We've got a samurai with us, too. There's another group back home that does the same thing, though, and I ain't a fan of being a copycat.

[...]

But a sword I can fight and have fun with... That sounds like somethin' I can get behind. Kyaha! I like it. Master, one sword, please♪

[Like he's ordering at a restaurant...]

[wrappings]

Hmph, you'll get it soon, boy.

(but if he listens closely, he sounds slightly lighter like he's smiling. though blade doesn't ask too much, he understands.)

Find your beat with it, that's all that I could ask for.

(make him proud, rinne, like the old man that he is.)

[polemos]

A ceremonial akinakes. A dagger, thick bladed but shorter than a short sword, made for slashing as well as stabbing. It hangs on the right of a man from a belt, and the sheath should match the dagger in ornamentation.

I mean it to signify the beginning of courtship, and as a gift from a prince of a nation that values combat, it should be as fine as you can make it without compromising its function.

[wrappings]

I see.
That won't be difficult, having a dagger without the ability to use it if something were to go awry, would be useless.

In a place like this, it's necessary. Only fools step forward without considering what may happen if they do not arm themselves. You'll have your gift finished.

[polemos]

Thank you. I am in your debt

@aodh

[belli]

are you at your bus, immortal?

[wrappings]

I am.

(....what is this man after now?)

What for? If you have a request, I am not taking any other commissions currently.

[belli]

i have no need of your weapons but your body.

[wrappings]

(..........aodh, sir?)

My body?

(grandpa is too old for this.)

[belli]

yes, your body. your touch.

[ don't call yourself a grandpa when you're not even a sperm next to him. ]

[wrappings]

...............

(good gods, he's already wondering what he did for this.)

My body isn't worth the effort.

(he'd sooner feed himself to the rotten vegetation than admit that touch was another thing he starves himself of, about as much as he did anything else that people would take freely.)

[belli]

and yet it is worth enough for me to ask you to give it to me first.

or would you rather i have simply come to take it for mineself?

[ aodh no ]

[wrappings]

No.

I am not a piece of meat, not to be used and taken as you please.

(aodh....)

However, I am tending to something that needed my attention.

(farm tools, he did need to help repair them and make more.)

[belli]

what are you so busy with that you would deny me your touch?

[wrappings]

My touch that you are after can wait.

(ugh.)

Farm tools. I was asked to repair them and make new ones.

[belli]

[ farm tools.

he denies him for farm tools. ]

how is that more important than me?

[wrappings]

They need to eat, unlike us.

(his appetite had long since faded after arriving, any other bodily changes have yet to set in fully.

his resentment was something he already held for quite some time about living.)

If they lose that, then those you might find interesting won't have strength for themselves.

[belli]

[ annoying. ]

if i simply make them these farm tools, shall you give me your body now?

[wrappings]

Hmph, if you have a wish to, I normally am at the proper forge they have around.

(dear gods, what is he getting into now.)

[belli]

i shall create them for you at your vehicle.

be there.

[ he is not going to the forge pls ]

[wrappings]

Fine, you are free to do as you please.
Be it watching me or otherwise.

(well. he got him to be okay with THAT, since aodh is persistent.)

[belli]

[ +1 dragon teleporting outside of bladie's bus.

is blade even home yet? if he isn't, don't make aodh wait for too long. ]

@lauralae

[rakta]

do you live?

[wrappings]

(there's a pause, a brief one, but then.)

I do, yes.
The pains have eased, but the scars remain.

[rakta]

it is the same for me.
what do you remember?

[wrappings]

Vague memories.
We held hands, the words are muddled together....that I thought about something while listening. Our similarities, the shared stories for what time we had there in that hell.

(there was more to it. the smell of iron stuck to him. the recollection of himself later waking up chained and attempting to break his shackles, often from fits of rage. this had come at another time....patho-gen, they truly did seek to use him against his will during it.)

....they still anger me, if you were curious.

[rakta]

i remember it. the similarities. the strangeness.
that i could hold the hand of anyone. that was odd.

[ Blood, and pain, and the ache of feeling alone even amongst others. The fight being taken out of her. Wishing to rip and tear, the violence, the need for vengeance - that is too familiar to her. ]

me, as well. the rage.
i want them dead, even now.

[wrappings]

....really?
Perhaps this wretched body of mine has some uses.

(aside from his craving for death. his desire and his wish to sleep, forever.)

Hmph, I expect we'll have to bide our time.
If those fools are going to act again, it would not be without plans of their own.

I want first the ones that chained me.

[rakta]

let those be who we find first.

the ones who chained. the ones who hurt. the ones who branded.

they should suffer the same, in return.

[wrappings]

They'll pay.

We'll both be sure of that once the chance arrives.

For now, I might have a gift for you soon....eventually, as the memories return to me. They do monitor these blasted devices, so what I make will be a surprise.

(a dagger for the woman like him. she can use it to drive it into the chest of those bastards, she can slit their throats with it if she likes. whatever lauralae wishes to do....yes, blade won't disagree with her receiving that gift once his mind gathers back the memories.

he remembers this much, that he wanted to go to this length for someone else this damnable world decided to ruin.)

[rakta]

a gift and a surprise both?
i will endeavour to return it.
to be equal to you, blade.

[ She feels unable to accept the strangeness of being given gifts, decades of being without making the notion of it odd, out of place for her. The discomfort is obvious and real, and likely comes across in her tone. It would be far better for her to see this as an exchange of items rather than a present for her.

She owes him enough already. ]

name a place and a time.
when you see it fit.

[wrappings]

Whatever you feel right, then.

(understanding. he's hated the very same idea, owing others and having nothing to offer in return but this body of his and its destructive power. his inability to die, a life that he would've ended and had taken away from him in the same breath by charging forward with a feral and reckless abandon.

he won't deny that they both have done more than others might've for the dreadful souls like them.)

During the evening, soon.
My bus perhaps?

[rakta]

[ Perhaps she can grow him something, or cast some kind of magic. Are there herbs he would prefer? She does not know who she might ask, and she frowns as she overthinks it, taking her time to respond to him. It seems prudent to come to the meeting with the trade already bargained, the gift in place, but her mind feels strangely empty at the moment.

She feels as though he has done a great deal for her, and she does not have anything adequate to repay him with. ]

i will come.
a few days hence?

[wrappings]

(whatever she chooses, he'd have no complaints. blade is an odd fellow when it comes to these things. taking things that could be considered odd, unusual, without a second thought. a gift is a gift. what sort of gift it was, that didn't matter. morbid, practical, this was something she chose to give him. a man who won't judge, he's certainly not giving what one would label a romantic gift.

a dagger is something dangerous, lethal. but it shouldn't be ignored they needed to protect themselves, blade would not put it past patho-gen to try again in some manner eventually.)

A few days, then.
I'll have it ready and waiting for you.

(he was considerate due to her remark about handling knives, among other things.)