ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻ { catch-all }

[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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[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?"