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『伊達政宗』 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ "LET ME DO IT KOJURO" ᴍᴀsᴀᴍᴜɴᴇ ([personal profile] wardance) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2016-03-10 07:21 pm

ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻ { catch-all }

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



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[personal profile] ex_monologuing117 2016-03-11 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, this would be the place that Hisahide visits first. It is not as though he knew the room was there, but rather curious about what is in the depths of this organization. Literally and metaphorically.

"Mirrors that show what is happening in multiple timelines." His voice cuts through the oppressive silence as he looks upon the mirrors with interest. He reaches out to have his fingers glade across the glass, listening to the soft squeal as the barbed claws attempt to scratch the pristine surface. "The idea that there is a flow which we need to be upon. The attempt to take a rock out that has upset a river. But the boulder is already in place and we are attempting to forcibly correct what may need to be there."

He is unhurried as he walks down the corridor. It does not surprise him that the first person that he should meet is the young dragon. Very little ever upsets him. There may be one man that gives him pause, but pause is will be given. Rightfully so. An owl bows before the sun. "And yet they attempt to do just that. I find the hubris to be interesting, One-Eyed Dragon. Interesting enough to see where it shall take them." Looking away from the reflections, he smiles in greeting. It twists at the corners, hinting at the cruelty just beneath. "How do you do, good sir?"

[personal profile] ex_monologuing117 2016-03-12 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
His head gives the smallest of tilts as he looks -- really looks -- at the dragon. For a second, he betrays little of what goes through his head. A calm, neutral expression despite the fury aimed in his direction. His eyes drift down before he frowns.

"Does it matter? Time moves as it should and when it should. It holds little meaning ... when does something happen? Should it be more how it should happen? That is how these people appear to think, if I am to understand such thinking." He shakes his head, disappointed. Always disappointed. His eyebrows come together as he looks upon the Masamune's face again.

"You lack your roar. You lack your claws." Opening his hand, he gestures to how the young man -- yes, young man -- is unarmed. There is an accusation in his pointed stare when he brings his eyes back up to meet the other's one. "Is this what they would like to have happen to one of ours? If it were me, I would have made a better end for you. But an end is an end. A tame dragon is of little interest to me."

Hisahide turns himself to look upon the mirrors instead, as though they are far more fascinating to look upon than one from his own land. His hand rests upon the sword at his hip in a lazy fashion. The sword that rests sheathed holds meaning to him, though the meaning has been lost to the new generation. It is part of him and he gifts a moment of understanding to the tame dragon. "Did I not once say that treasures are only treasures so long as they are viewed as such? But, if they are discarded so easily... there is no reason to go for those six sword any longer."

His eyes narrow on a scene flashing in the mirror. It has nothing to do with his own world, with his own time. That is why it is of worth.

[personal profile] ex_monologuing117 2016-03-13 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"It's nice to know that someone's taught you how to speak to me." Here he thought that he would hear unintelligible words laced with anger and hate. He smiles to himself, a little more proud than disappointed now. A tame dragon is of little interest to him, but one that strains against the leash now upon him has some worth. "Those blades were once an extension of yourself. Your claws. If you see no reason to have them not with you at all times, you see no reason. I cannot make you see what you have forgotten."

He drops his hand away from resting it upon the hilt of his own sword. A message lost but it always is with the young. "As I told you once before, I only go for treasures. I have no use for swords." Blinking, he squints as he stares at a scene in one of the mirrors. Surprisingly "modern," like where they now find themselves. The lights of the building are dazzling and he wishes to know if anyone would mind if he should take it for himself. But he pulls his eyes away to make a thoughtful sound.

"Obviously, it does not. I could have arrived at any time until now, after all." He cants his head to the side. This is a much different outrage than having him point out how little a roar Masamune now has. "My, my... I have no idea what you are mad about right now. I am here now and I am to work with these people. These are facts we cannot avoid. I would feel the need to tell these people I have been a retainer for but one man, and it ended quite poorly for that person. Yet they do not seem to care. Results matter more than the person. The idea of changing history and time to what it should be ... as they see it."

A small shrug of the shoulders. "I appreciate the coldness of the organization that sees people as tools rather than as people. I would be very upset otherwise. But these people do not care about us or our wants. They only wish for us to complete a task and if we cannot, they will gather more bodies that can. I can respect such effectiveness, because eventually you will find a sharp enough tool to break through the wall. Even if you must dash dozens against it first." And that is why he is going along with this beyond wishing to see how far their hubris will take everyone.
winces: (( five ))

[personal profile] winces 2016-03-13 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ olivia had fretted over what to wear for this gathering for a good twenty minutes before she realized two things:

1) she was keeping the men waiting, and
2) she didn't have anything else to wear anyway!

and so she comes as she is, wearing her usual, looking mildly skittish as she wanders into the grand space of the dining hall. her steps are light as she approaches and that, coupled with masamune's clear distraction, is probably how she manages to come right up to his elbow without his even noticing.

she peers over his shoulder, looking out over the spread he's got before them. ]


Ooh, that looks delicious.

[personal profile] ex_monologuing117 2016-03-14 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"No. I'm saying these people have an amazing amount of hubris for the power that they command. They're willing to alter all of time and space in order to achieve their goals for no other reason than some lofty idea that they're going to make things better, but what is better, One-Eyed ... ah, I'm sorry... what is better, Masamune?"

Hisahide does not wait for the young man to explain what he believes if the "better" timeline. "If Nobunaga did not attempt to take control of the entire country, none of the others would unite to fight him. You would not have met or done any of the things you had. In fact, with your desire to reach for the sky... you could have become the Demon King." He chuckles. What a hilarious thought. "Nobunaga is an evil man. He gave up his humanity in order to achieve what he needed to... do you understand his thinking at all? No, you can't."

His hand rests on his own hip as he leans forward just enough to appear as though he is bowing. "After all, it appears as though these people gave you one of the Tiger Cub's cherished possessions." A huffed laugh. "That's very sweet. And you would not have that sentimentality if not for Nobunaga. And so I wonder what these people think is the right timeline. A time where he never decided to give up his humanity. I knew him back then." A beat. "He was very boring."

No, he does not mind or care what his words may do to the other. Why should he? His opinion has been asked and so he is giving it.
winces: (( twenty-six ))

[personal profile] winces 2016-03-14 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hm!

[ if olivia is at all aware of the non-flirting-flirting, she doesn't seem to show it. instead, she seems rather intent on answering his question as best as she can, her expression screwing up into a look of utter concentration as she surveys the spread of treats splayed out before them. after a few quiet moments, she finally draws a hand up and points towards a dessert kept off to the side. ]

I think... that one!

[ her hand drops, and she turns a sheepish smile towards masamune. ]

I haven't actually tried any of these out myself, but... I think that one would be my favorite. [ her cheeks color a little in embarrassment, and soon she is unable to meet his eye so she turns back towards the dish instead as she explains. ]

It... doesn't look like much, does it? Actually — it kind of looks unappealing at first. At least I thought so. It's isn't presented very neatly or beautifully, not like the rest. It even looks a little clumsy, the way it's put together...

But look how many layers it has. How each layer is different. How you wouldn't really know what one is until you get to it. It's kind of like a secret, don't you think? Like.. some kind of hidden potential.

[ she shrugs. ]

I think it'll be surprising, in a nice way.
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[personal profile] dokyuu 2016-03-14 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Oiii!

[Motochika is audible before he's visible, calling out as he rounds the corner into the dining hall. Olivia really needn't have worried a moment about her clothes, given the pirate is clad only in loose-fitting pants that cut off at the knee. Armor was more of a liability than an asset when drinking.

He stops short when he sees her with Date--the dragon of Oshuu had mentioned a 'friend' but this wasn't what he'd been expecting.]


Uh... I'm not interrupting, am I?

[He'd been invited, but still. They looked kind of cozy there.]

[personal profile] ex_monologuing117 2016-03-14 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
He cannot help but breathe out another laugh at how Masamune clutches at the six coins. His shoulders tremble a little in his mirth before it abruptly ends. Turning back to look to the mirrors, he focuses his attention once more upon the more modern time periods. The weaponry that they have now. It should be something that might be a problem. Interesting, interesting.

"Only because we are useful tools to them." A pointed response, even though he is looking and thinking of other things. "Do you not think that people would not come to our world and believe the same? Everyone scrabbling over their own lands. War always on the horizon. Or do you look upon your own time with such rose-colored glass that you do not see the faults in it?"

Hisahide cannot keep himself from smiling. "It seems as always I am the adult in these situations. It seems as always I must educate you children. Our world is a place where bloodshed reigns supreme. The one who will rule our country is the one who is covered in red. Do not forget that, Masamune. We are all killers. There is no glory in what we do, only corpses to pile into mountains." A beat. "Ashikaga understands that well. And yet..."

He frowns. An owl bows before the sun. A phrase he repeats once more in his head. The man is a fascinating one, and he wonders what Ashikaga would do in this place. Would he laugh? Would he call everyone his friends? Even though he could easily cut all these fools down? Even though he stands on the highest pile of dead? Indeed, that man may always smile despite what is before him. There is worth in someone who is able to see what they are and hide behind nothing. There is worth in someone who smiles honestly with all the cold knowledge and wisdom the world has to offer.

"And yet I would call him 'friend.' Even before Nobunaga." This is not a kind-hearted statement nor one that is meant to draw them closer. This is merely showing just how far the tamed one truly is from achieving anything of worth.
Edited 2016-03-14 02:46 (UTC)

[personal profile] ex_monologuing117 2016-03-14 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I have given you a lot to think about, Masamune."

Already, he can see how it makes the gears in the young man's head turn. That is not necessarily his wish or what he wants out of the conversation, but it is enough. He steps closer to one of the mirrors and reaches out to have the tips of his fingers brush over the glass. No good.

"Of course, it isn't." A hum. "Is that supposed to upset me? My relationship with others cannot be defined so easily. Would you like me to define your relationship with the Tiger Cub and your Right-Eye?" His smile turns considerably colder. Ashikaga is someone that he will not forget easily. Someone interesting that he will eventually kill. Maybe. Perhaps, the man will kill him and that, too, is an acceptable end. But not yet.

"For example, what do you think that Cub would think of you clinging to those six coins of his? Do you intend to embarrass him?" A beat. "Do those here know of your attachment?" His eyes move from looking at the mirrors to the young lord's face now. He wonders what sort of expression that the man will have. Do you have it in you to roar still?
winces: (( twenty-three ))

[personal profile] winces 2016-03-14 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as soon as motochika makes his presence known, olivia is whipping around to get a look at their new guest...

only to hastily whip back around to hide her suddenly burning face. while it's true that olivia herself wanders around half-naked most of the time, it's still another matter entirely when she accidentally happens upon someone in similar states of undress. especially given that one of the last few times she'd seen a man bare-chested, she'd been accused of being a harlot for it. ]


I-It's nice — nice to meet you, sir—

[ she stumbles over her words, but that isn't nearly as rude as the fact that she has yet to meet the other man's eyes. ]

[personal profile] ex_monologuing117 2016-03-14 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank goodness." Hisahide looks back upon the reflection of a futuristic world. "With how you have been acting, I feared you would curl your tail between your legs upon even hinting at the Tiger Cub's feelings."

Ah, that Yukimura reminds him of his youth. Though, his eyes were never as rose-shaded as the young warrior's. He is reminded of his relationship with Nobunaga. What a boring man that he was. Only time that he became interesting is when his hand was forced, when he had to destroy a treasure that he did not yet wished destroyed. And then after when all the humanity was drained out of him.

"It is amusing to see history repeat itself." He let out one final sigh. "It is terrible to get so nostalgic." Turning away from the mirrors, he starts towards Masamune, the poor tamed dragon. His hand settles on the hilt of the sword at his side, drumming his fingers against it in thought.

"Stand tall, tamed dragon. You still have a roar left in you, do you not?" Yes. He heard some of it just now. And he pauses as he starts to continue on past. "You are right. I do not hold onto anything that is not mine. I do not hold onto anything that is someone else's. And with how you speak, the Tiger Cub is yours, isn't he?"

A brief pause. "The coins are but holding onto his collar until he comes back to you. Perhaps then... you will remember yourself. You would not wish to disappoint, now would you?" As before, he cants his head slightly at the young man before he continues walking on.

"Much to think on, Masamune, but I wonder if you have it in you to find the answers." His hand falls away from the sword but his stride does not break. Time to leave these mirrors; he has seen what he must and will say what he shall. Like asking for one to come retrieve the little lord whose roar has become so quiet.
Edited (Come on, phone.) 2016-03-14 18:30 (UTC)

[personal profile] ex_monologuing117 2016-03-14 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It is his own fault. Hisahide is an adult enough to admit his failings. He has grown used to his little crow protecting his back and it builds complacency.

His armor softens the blow but not by much. A hot fire burns as he tilts his head to acknowledge The pain the same way one would a foreign sound. Electricity crackles off his shoulder before it dies away to smoke in the air. He flexes his fingers as blood runs down the tips, flicking bits of red onto the mirrors.

"It seems as though I must once more be an adult and teach a rowdy child that he should not have such tantrums." Unsheathing one of the swords (surprisingly not the one he had been teasing with earlier), he clicks his tongue as he turns to stalk back toward the little tame dragon.
Edited 2016-03-14 20:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] winces 2016-03-14 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite the life she's come to lead within these last few years, Olivia remains a wanderer at heart. It is in her blood, as instinctive as the need to move with passion and melody whenever she has the chance to. It's what gets her moving now, drifting from room to room within this wide, expansive castle, floating along like she hasn't got any ties to keep her down. That is a foolish, childish thought, of course; though she may have no family or fellow Shepherds here, she does have responsibilities. Promises to keep, and people to protect.

(It is what keeps her moving in another way.)

However, while her need to drift has her wandering close by, it is her curiosity that has her coming closer and into the room. Voices she had heard filtering from the narrow halls that lead down here, rising in pitch and volume and passion. By the time she's pushed the door open to peek in, she has identified one of the voices.

Imagine her shock to find it belonging to a man she hadn't expected to see attack first.

"S...Stop this!"

She shouts before she thinks to, and though she makes no real intimidating figure, there is, at least, a large iron sword in her hands, aimed rather deftly at the both of them.

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