suitedreams: Jiji

[battling]

some names get shortened because i can't remember

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Weekend 0: Sunday

[battling]

[He'll open his door if somebody knocks on it.]

Who're ya?

[unsaid]

[he has knocked on it

and mikazuki, dressed far more regally is on the other side, canting his head to the side]

Mikazuki Munechika. Bradley Bain, is it?

week 0, monday

[unsaid]

[ 2. You open a door and find yourself in an art gallery, full of paintings of people you know from your own world and from your sojourn into your previous games. They're watching you. Always watching you. The paintings appear normal, at first, but slowly shift until they depict the people you know in horrifying, traumatic situations, their eyes fixed on you accusingly. No matter where go, their eyes follow you. After what feels like an entire day in the gallery you find yourself back in the hall, disoriented and with the unshakeable sensation of being watched. Only four minutes have passed.

thanks rng

mikazuki will enter the art gallery, musing at the different portraits and staring right back at them. though upon hearing company approach, he turns his head toward bradley and offers a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes]

I hope you are not afraid of ghost stories, Bradley Bain.

[battling]

Met enough ghosts back home already.

[ He's not particularly fussed at the moment. ]

Week 0: Saturday

[battling]

[He's going to the courtyard, he needs to just... walk. I am assuming he is out here, drinking tea. Or trying to.]

How's the cut?

[unsaid]

It is a cut.

[simply. his tea is at his side even if he is not actively drinking at the moment. maybe it ended badly earlier]

And your wounds, Bradley Bain?

week 0, post-execution

[unsaid]

[mikazuki's face is still being held together with make shift bandages and prayer, but he's leisurely walking out of the courtyard with bundles of flowers in his arms.]

Bradley Bain.

Would you care to join me?

[battling]

[ Honestly why not. Not like he's got anything better to do today.

He'll get up. ]

To the cemetery?

week 1, thursday

[unsaid]

[sometime pre-curfew just so we can follow up from our last thread and depart backtagging plot stuff

bradley bain.... doko? grandpapi is Looking]

[battling]

[He's in the prism, cozily in the snow.

As in he is just lying in the snow like a weirdo.]

week 2, post-trial

[unsaid]

[if bradley wanders into the bar, that's where jiji is. no tea, only booze now]

- suppose you could get your shoes returned to you?

[battling]

Don't even know who fuckin' took 'em.

[ At least he's no longer covered in dirt. ]

week 3, monday

[unsaid]

Ah, Bradley Bain.

[a greeting but also a rain of stardust instantly hits. bye.

In this memory, you are a blade. You possess no hands to touch, no mouth to speak, no heart or knowledge of emotion. You are forged steel, beautiful for the crescent moon marks upon your metal, and already you are hundreds of years old.

You sit in a room among other countless treasures. In this era, you belong to Ashikaga Yoshiteru, who holds an impressive collection. All but one of the Five Greatest Swords Under Heaven are in this room with you - blades of renown if only for the meaning that humans have ascribed to you. But this room is cold, and you are never held. You are viewed, admired, and never touched.

‘How beautiful,’ guests say - always right before they leave.

Days pass. Months pass. Until one day, there is a disruption to your existence - cries of battle and the sound of clashing blades from outside. There has been an attack upon the castle, upon the shogun himself.

Ashikaga Yoshiteru, already bloody and weary, arrives in the room full of his beloved swords. He is attacked on multiple sides, but he puts up a great fight. He picks up sword after sword, once only decorative pieces but now answering what they were forged for. They break in the fight, their steel cracking and splintering. But it is fine - for there is always another sword, and another.

Until at least Yoshiteru reaches for you.

Your sheath slides off and your steel is bared. Light catches upon your crescents, and you see the way in which your shogun - your master, your lord - falters for just a moment. You are his treasure. You are his most beautiful blade. Will he stain you with blood? Will he break you too?

He falls to his knees, his own body breaking before he has a chance to shatter yours.

When he dies, you are in his hand. You feel the warmth of his palm fade.

You do not know emotion clearly - but you feel. You wanted to protect him. You wanted to be used. You wanted to find your purpose in the hand of another. You did not wish to wait anymore. You wish, and you want. You are never answered. ]

[battling]

[It takes a moment, maybe two. He's never really gotten used to the way memshares feel, the way you're so distinctly somebody else.

Or in this case, somebody else.

To protect somebody... that's the same thing Bucky wanted. The same thing Nero wanted, all those centuries ago.

These people leave corpses behind.

Instead of commenting directly on the memory-]

It's that week again, huh?

W3: Friday

[battling]

[He has struggled his way into one of the lobby chairs but he does appear very annoyed about his inability to walk.

As if it wasn't bad enough his leg was in a make-shift splint.]

[unsaid]

[hmm. mikazuki has found his footing - temporarily - but he will look about]

... Bradley Bain, I will attempt to push you out of this room.

[so that he can like. at least not be super fucked up with his leg splint]

week 3, post-trial

[unsaid]

[well.

he's just going to find bradley, after all that]

[battling]

[ He's in the restaurant with a bottle of sake and a plate full of gyoza.

At least he's eating. ]

week 4, tuesday

[unsaid]

[well. wherever bradley is, mikazuki is going to head in that direction.

and also tenderly hold his hand]

Bradley Bain, if I might ask you a question? [a beat] And pass on a fact as well.

[battling]

[Bradley's going for breakfast, feels a little too early for somebody like him to be up, but he's already here.

He reaches up to pat Mikazuki's head.]

Yeah? What d'ya need?

w4: Sunday

[battling]

[Unlike yesterday, it's very easy to find Bradley today.

He's hanging out in the lobby, laying on one of the couches.]

[unsaid]

[well.

mikazuki will pass by him and smile softly]

... are you too exhausted to come gather flowers with me today, Bradley Bain?

week 5, thursday

[unsaid]

[well that happened huh

wherever bradley is, mikazuki will wander in that direction. doko.....]

[battling]

[ He's in the convenience store, eating his snacks in the store. Hungry... Tired.

He seems to have fruit roll ups. ]

week 5, post-body

[unsaid]

[well.

they're in the courtyard, and by the time they come to, sylvain is gone.

mikazuki shuts his eyes, his expression impassive. i'm going to assume that the stack of papers appear in their hands here for the sake of easiness of threading so we can also find out claude is dead.

shit sucks.]

[battling]

[ Bradley flips through his papers and frowns deeply when he sees there are 3 of them. Damn. The last one has him scowling. ]

... Not much time tomorrow.

week 6, monday

[unsaid]

[mikazuki is, today, dressed in all black robes over his usual outfit. a hood is pulled up over his head, obscuring his face, though there is a moon embroidered on its side (see icon).

he's cosplaying his npc self, don't worry about it

but he will also just creep up behind bradley quietly.... and then - ]

Boo.

[stop]

[battling]

[Hey, I fully believed this was Tsurumaru for an entirely too long amount of time.

He turns and does attempt to smack him with the wooden butt of his rifle. Make a dex throw to dodge it?]