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A semi-selective non-fandom related OC blog for Watari, a wandering swordsman who wields a legendary blade but is unskilled to use it's legendary ability. He now roams in search of jobs so he can earn money to continue traveling, accompanied by his service dog, Poof.
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Sideblog to @sonofshin
Happy pride from a guy and his pupper
A master to his action-hero trainee says, "Your movements are sloppy. You lack awareness of your body when you fight. Your hands move and yet you do not hold them in your mind's eye. Come. We will remedy this."
And then the master paints his trainee's fingernails and orders the trainee to complete a series of complicated tasks without smudging the nail polish.
Trainee grumbles that this is stupid when the first set of tasks is just cleaning the dojo. Within two minutes he reaches for the dustpan and knocks the edge of his pinky nail against it in a way he's never noticed before. He's staring at the baby blue smudge and suddenly he understands things differently.
There's a montage of days passing as he fetches water, chops wood, hoes crops, washes clothes. His nails are a different color during each cut. He's sprinting up the mountain with a fresh wet pedicure and the master is nodding in approval. The master's nails are flawless tech art.
He's reached his final assessment and it's a sparing match against his master. The air smells of acetone. His and the master's nails are all freshly painted. He must land a blow on the master with his mani and pedi fully intact.
Suns and moons pass. Streak in the ring finger. Smudge on the pinky. A full-handed block at the cost of three nails of paint. A hit on his master, and he hoots in delight until the master points out the unguarded toe whose polish is now streaked across the master's robe.
Days pass in frustration and exhaustion. By day 40, he has every digit of his acutely in his mind's eye. He senses the master's attack, ducks, dodges, all fingers all toes all himself, aware, and he strikes with his wooden sword.
It connects with the master. The master pauses. The trainee raises his left hand into view--5 digits of flawless sunflower yellow. His left foot. His right foot. And finally his right hand, raised in triumph.
The master smiles. "You have passed. I have just one more technique to teach you."
The technique is how to draw little flowers into the nail art. So really this one is optional.
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iris and Violet comb and deshed Poof, each on one side of the big Ioninu. Brushy brushy brushy.
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"Be careful near the bramble bushes. They still need to bear flower and fruit despite growing so big."
Watari was hanging his master's clothes on a line to air them out. Poof lay in a sunbeam, snoozing.
deciding one day that you want to build a life for yourself is so scary. like damn I really want to live… I’m new to this. where do I even begin
Watari calmly watches those pale fingers work the ties. There is something almost alluring to the movement. A little surprising that, what looked like an innocent charm, instead houses a weapon within. It piques his interest even more.
"I grew up in a temple, and happen to know a little about charms. I had never seen it before, so I wanted to ask."
His eye darts over the object.
"It doesn't sound very superstitious to me at all." He had heard about many such legends of tools doing supernatural things, including his own weapon. Just seems logical to him. Why not put something extraordinary on something you can use. "What kind of disease is it cutting, if I may ask?"
“ Any that it must, ” she answers plainly, wiping the blade gently before beginning to tie it away once more. A gentle hum slips past her lips as she does so, tilting her head to the size gently, elegantly, as if pondering her next words before continuing, “ I'm rather prone to bouts of sickness, you see. So, I suppose you can consider it a precaution of sorts. ”
Tucking the blade away into her obi once more, the maiden's dark eyes glance upon the man that stands before her, taking in his appearance before nodding gently. “ I can tell that you were raised in a temple. There's an aura of purification around you — not a bad thing at all, of course. It's familiar. I myself grew up in a shrine… Structures like that tend to impart a bit of themselves upon you, wouldn't you agree? ”
Raising her palm fluidly, Suigetsu rests her hand upon her chest, giving a humble curtsy towards the swordsman before her. “ My name is Suigetsu… I suppose you can say that I am a magician, of sorts. Might I have your name? It seems as if we have a few things in common. ”
Any, hm? That sounds almost too good to be true. Were it not for the fact that the diseases seemed to come back, it would be a tool that would greatly benefit the world. Provided it is easy to make, which Watari highly doubts. Still, it is worth looking into.
He courtesies in return. "Akamine Watari." He gestures to Poof, sitting a few meters away, looking bored. "That is my service dog, Poof."
How different is a shrine from a temple? Could he tell her about his odd start in life? Disclose the secret of spirits and dragons? It's tempting, to air his struggles with his upbringing. To lighten his heart to someone who might understand. Someone who, by the looks of it, also has her fair share of struggles in life. But sharing the secrets of another person would be stepping outside of his bounds, wouldn't it. Perhaps... after a while.
Watari simply nods to her observation. "I started a journey to cultivate when I lived there. I had a good teacher, though I have not continued my training for a few years. Would that be the aura you are noticing?" He certainly hopes that it's not a smell hanging around him.
@bushidont starters - “i could not help but notice your talisman. a charm for protection?”
Fingers rise to the obi wrapped around her waist, fingers dancing across the textured silk for just a moment before resting upon the hakoseko gently tucked in. “ This? ” she inquires gently, pulling the wrapped fabric from the band. A large, velvet colored tassel hangs from the item, tied in an oxalis knot around patterned black material.
“ Ah, it's nothing too special... ” slender nails undo the knot, revealing that housed within the fabric is a dagger, intricate peonies and a buddhist chant engraved down the blade. “ It's a blade that's been enchanted to ' cut ' disease, one might say... Perhaps it sounds rather superstitious, but it has helped in forcing my episodes of sickness to be rather short. ” A gentle smile plays upon her lips before the other. “ Why do you ask? Were you interested in one, perhaps? ”
Watari calmly watches those pale fingers work the ties. There is something almost alluring to the movement. A little surprising that, what looked like an innocent charm, instead houses a weapon within. It piques his interest even more.
"I grew up in a temple, and happen to know a little about charms. I had never seen it before, so I wanted to ask."
His eye darts over the object.
"It doesn't sound very superstitious to me at all." He had heard about many such legends of tools doing supernatural things, including his own weapon. Just seems logical to him. Why not put something extraordinary on something you can use. "What kind of disease is it cutting, if I may ask?"
I would kill for you. Die for you. But most of all, I would be softer for you. I would do all thats in my power to make your life easier. I would dull the jagged edges of myself until I can hold you in peace the way you deserve. You would never have to stand on your own ever again and any burden you carry, I'll share with you.
Let my devotion be violent and my love for you soft.
strangers beneath the same sky starters.
dialogue starters for first time meetings in historical or fantasy settings.
“forgive my intrusion. have we met before?”
“you walk as one accustomed to long roads.”
“it is rare to find another soul in this place.”
“you bear the air of someone with purpose. may i ask your name?”
“the wind carries your scent of distant lands.”
“you seem far from home, stranger.”
“your robes speak of refinement, yet your eyes tell another story.”
“may i share your fire for a while?”
“it seems fate has led our paths to cross.”
“you handle that weapon with care. a practitioner, perhaps?”
“have you come seeking fortune, or fleeing something?”
“i did not expect company in such a lonely place.”
“you carry a heavy heart. the road must have been unkind.”
“are you a wanderer, or one with a destination in mind?”
“you move with discipline. do you belong to a sect?”
“the way you observe the horizon... what do you see there?”
“i could not help but notice your talisman. a charm for protection?”
“you seem unafraid, even here. that is uncommon.”
“your presence disturbs the silence yet i do not mind it.”
“do you often travel alone, or am i witnessing a rare moment?”
“you look as though you’ve seen ghosts.”
“the stars are kind tonight. perhaps that is why we meet.”
“a name has power. would you share yours?”
“i sense a story behind those eyes.”
“the tea is still warm, if you would sit and rest.”
“do you always meet strangers so fearlessly?”
“you wear no crest or banner, are you unaffiliated?”
“your aura feels… unfamiliar. what manner of cultivation is that?”
“there’s something about you the heavens seem to favor.”
“the world is wide, and yet we cross paths here. curious, isn’t it?”
“your silence speaks louder than words.”
“you carry an old wound. is it battle, or memory?”
“do you seek shelter, or solitude?”
“you’ve seen much, and yet your gaze holds wonder.”
“your voice carries conviction. you must believe in something deeply.”
“even the moon seems to follow you.”
“if i did not know better, i’d say destiny enjoys such meetings.”
“you seem out of place, or perhaps the place is out of time.”
“tell me, stranger. what is it you’re searching for?”
“the night is long. shall we pass it in conversation?”
“your weapon hums faintly. is it bound to your spirit?”
“you don’t avert your gaze. most would.”
“that pendant... it resembles one i once saw in the capital.”
“has the road been kind to you, or cruel?”
“you seem weary, but your steps haven’t faltered.”
“do you believe in omens?”
“you have the bearing of someone who’s seen battle.”
“tell me truthfully, do you trust me?”
“your presence feels... familiar, like a dream i’ve forgotten.”
“you stand as though waiting for someone.”
“if i asked what you’ve lost, would you answer?”
“your hands are steady. a healer’s, perhaps?”
“the forest seems quieter since you arrived.”
“you remind me of someone... though i cannot say who.”
“do you always travel under the moon’s light?”
“you seem untouched by fear. is that wisdom, or recklessness?”
“if we had met under gentler skies, would you still look at me this way?”
“the scent of rain follows you. were you caught in a storm?”
“i wonder, what kind of person leaves footprints like yours?”
“if fate is kind, perhaps our paths will cross again.”
Watari's closet (minus his base design).
I have two civilian clothes because one of them was a bit too detailed, but I still like the design.
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