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[wardance]

CHARACTERS: Masamune Date (wardance) et al.
DATE: backdated
WARNINGS: will update if needed.
SUMMARY: catch-all for non-event Oska stuff i owe.

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[wardance]

He's so stuck in this moment of rage that despite managing to hit Matsunaga, as well as see the other turn and advance as a threat, it doesn't shake him from the induced blindness. Even if they were equals when equipped equipped (which, Masamune begrudgingly has to admit, is not the case), this is a thrown battle to engage in such a manner.

He doesn't seem to care, though, and the element crackling idly about his raised arm and hand, as if simply lying in wait for orders, does not melt away. His words are venomous and piercing. It's definitely a fury of the great beasts. But, this is the same type of fury that his Right-Eye keeps in check, that Masamune gets consumed hopelessly by and knows normally that once he falls to this level he has lost, regardless. Still, there's nothing to suggest that knowledge is presence&mdaah;if it is, the dragon whipping its tail is merely obstinate even to facing its own obvious fate. "Just try it, you—"

The sound of a third party screaming stops Masamune mid-sentence, the undeniable fury that's spurning his tantrum being split apart as realization comes over him. By no means is he suddenly lacking his anger, but what was almost a blind possession (and a very meaningful death wish), but he's at least in control as he spares a glance past Matsunaga to see the girl demanding a ceasefire.

"Olivia..." Shit. He doesn't know if her arrival is a good thing or a bad thing. "...Olivia, leave!" What he does know, however,is that he's not going to assume good graces suddenly when the price for being wrong could very well be her.

[ex_monologuing117]

"Olivia?"

He repeats the name first before he looks over his shoulder toward the tiny flower threatening him with a sword. His eyes travel down the blade as he sees little worth in it, and the one that he has in his own hand is of far better steel. Shifting his eyes back to Masamune, he stares at the dragon turned pet. He lets all of his malicious intent be felt by the tamed child. For the one who carries no claws, for the one who calls out to the little dove, how fast could Masamune move to do anything? Would he soon see the iron sword cut in half? Would he see Hisahide run the girl through, lifting the delicate body up in the air to show just how futile everything is?

No. He won't.

The sword clicks back into its sheath as he turns to face the young miss. There is no worth in beating down a beast that is but straining against its chain. "What an embarrassing scene for such a little flower to come and see." He clenches and unclenches his hand, feeling the blood continue to drip down his fingers. It splatters almost silently against the floor. "To raise your voice so adamantly to stop this... I see no reason why I should not. Why? Because the child has already learned to cool his head. If he continues to draw blows, I would have to answer, would I not?" Even as he stares at her heart-shaped face, this is a question not meant to Olivia but to Masamune.

"You would have to get involved further, would you not?" He nods. Straightening his posture, he calls back behind him. "One of those who has taught you manners, I see. I see. I shall withdraw from this affair before it becomes more... violent, little flower. Well, then." Stepping around the sword pointed at him, he tips his head a little -- is it in apology or farewell? -- as he continues on his way. The knife has been twisted violently within the little dragon and that is a far better injury than what his sword could do. Look, tame dragon... look and know it is but my disinterest that kept your flower safe.

[winces]

Her breathing is so quick, so sharp, she's surprised she's getting any air at all. Then again, maybe she isn't. Maybe that's why she feels so dizzy when both men suddenly look at her, when she finds her shout noticed and sharp, critical gazes meet her own. She doesn't feel frozen, but heavy — like her limbs suddenly weigh ten tons and it's taking all she's got to keep both her arms and her sword steady, to not show how terrified she is that she has spoken out of her turn, gotten in way over her head.

When the man is gone, walked far enough out of their reach that she can no longer feel the chill of his gaze and his voice in her spine, Olivia releases a deep, shuddering breath. Just like that, whatever adrenaline had been in her body seems to shake out of her, and suddenly her limbs feel like jello. The sword drops to her side like excess weight, but her gaze fixes itself back on Masamune, wide and sharp, despite her nerves.

"Are you hurt?"

[wardance]

While her knees will fail her, Masamune, at least in this instance, will not. Olivia won't drop to the cold stone of the floor, but sink slowly as he catches her mid-drop and decides to give her a moment to regain herself.

In the meantime, Masamune is staring over her shoulder, perturbed, keeping one arm around her back protectively even while the situation has passed. His nerves are frayed and he is ashamed he let Matsunaga provoke him to do something so stupid, but he is fine. Masamune offers a small shake of his head before swallowing.

"No, I'm fine. Are you?" He knows she wasn't even touched, but the young daimyo is no stranger to the types of feelings that encountering that man result from.

This is bad, though.

It's his own fault, too. Shit.

[winces]

For all the drama that had transpired just moments ago, Olivia's smile is soft and gentle when she looks up at him. As if nothing at all had happened. (A closer look would show that her smile is a little frayed around the edges, though; strained and put upon for his benefit, not hers.)



(Well. Maybe a little bit for her.)

"I'm fine," she assures him, reaching out to gently pat his shoulder. Still, she leans against him a bit more than one who is supposedly "fine" might, but that may or may not be just an excuse for her to check on his own being. Quickly, her eyes pass over him, trying to asses how much of that blood is his or not.

"Who... was that, Mr. Masamune...?"

[wardance]

Olivia needn't worry, none of the blood is his. Masamune is spooked, at worst.

"...Matsunaga Hisahide. A warlord that lost interest in the warring times and no longer involves himself. He 'collects' things now; things of worth or other importance belonging to others that he also considers valuable—'treasures.'"

Creasing his brow, Masamune finally looks down towards her, having pulled her a little closer at her leaning into him rather than trying to get away. He doesn't come off as someone that could give off a very protective feeling to someone in his embrace, but he is surprisingly good at it when he desires to be (or is unconsciously feeling overly protective). Taking a deep breath, he lets it out slowly as he glances once last time in the direction Matsunaga went in order to make sure the other is truly gone.

"Our piss matches come from mostly the fact he's after my dragon claws and my Right Eye. Or—" The young Date lord closes his eyes in slight annoyance as he reassesses what he just said. "—correction, he said he doesn't care about the swords, anymore, but that means jack-shit since he's still very much interested in the other one.."

[winces]

Olivia struggles to understand, but it's proving difficult with the faint hum of energy still coursing through her. Like electric fire, she still feels charged, as if ready for something — fight? flight? It's difficult to say.

Still, she struggles to think past it, to focus instead on his words. At the mention of his eye, she reaches up tentatively touching the edges of that eyepatch.

"Your eye...? Why would he want that?"