Nichirin no Moushigo

Mouri Mutsu no Kami Shoujumaru Motonari. Ruler of Chuugoku. Prince of Aki. Child of the Sun. Tactical prodigy. Genius. [Affiliated with Apocalyptica]

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“Alright, Otomo. Good luck with that.” It might have sounded sarcastic but he really did mean it. For all he was sure Sorin hated him, he believed that he would save all the villagers that he cared about. All that he could anyway. Just out of sight of the army, Motochika slowed his anchor and stopped it, allowing Motonari to get off. “Off to war again. Aint it nostalgic?” he asked while waiting for the anchor to be vacated. Once Motonari was clear he swung it over his shoulder, stuck his free hand in his pocket, and grinned. Then, without further ado, he sauntered into the village. “Hey, you bastards! Why don’t ya try fightin’ a real warrior! Or are ya scared?”

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“Thanks a lot, don’t get killed out there either.”, as mean as that came out, he didn’t really hate the other, still, he didn’t want him dead. “Be careful … “, he would pray for the safety of all three of them, Yuuki too, where ever that boy was. Sorin started to circle around the village trying to catch glimpses of this man in green but he didn’t see him quite yet. He shouldn’t worry about that, for now, his concerns were getting the people out, starting with the able bodied who could carry out any elderly, children, or ill from the village. Sorin came behind the soldiers, starting to lead people into the trees as quickly as he could. He could only hope they could protect the village and it’s people without any losses.

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Motonari had no words of encouragement for either of them as he stepped down from the anchor and swung his ring blade around his body.  This was war, and there are no room for feelings in war.  To show attachments and even comraderie was to show weakness and exploitable vulnerabilities.  Even in what he considered to be a petty battle like this, he wouldn't dare expose himself in such a manner.  "We'll split up, Chousokabe.  That is all."  

He too walked into the village to assess the situation, finding that many of the buildings were being razed again.  Motonari only wanted that green bastard, though, so he kept right on walking, only attacking when someone dared attack him first.  

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Motochika knew he had probably risked getting a good punch there but Sorin was right. It was pretty important to evacuate the villagers and Sorin’s tank would be damn good for that. Either way, looked like Mouri was still willing to fight so no harm done. “Sounds good to me. Sorin, you evacuate people. We’ll do the fighting. If they don’t see Yuuki guess that’s good; at least he’s not out getting himself killed. We just need to find him before he does something stupid.”

Fuuma looked over at Motochika. Well, he supposed that he would be fighting with him and Mouri then. And quite soon at that. He tapped Motochika’s shoulder and pointed ahead- the village was clearly in sight now and very close. They’d be there in no more than a few minutes. Best get ready to fight.

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“I’ll try to avoid confrontation as best I can.”, Sorin made no promises though, seeing as they didn’t know who they were up against. Clearly someone powerful enough to create a storm and attack a village of innocent people. “I’m sure Yuuki can handle himself for the most part. He’s fast enough.”, though he wasn’t sure whatever else the redhead could do. Sorin made sure to hold onto his bible tightly, seeing the break in the trees that would open up to the village. He had to get everyone out, starting with the building furthest away and driving them all toward the ship.

“I’m going to go around through the forest and get people out that way. Out in the open will just make things more difficult.”, Sorin’s tank stopped, deciding to part from there and letting the three go on ahead into the village to confront this enemy.

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Motonari was just not going to point out that he still didn't think Yuuki was that easy to kill, but he was concerned about the boy just running around in the middle of a battlefield.  They were coming up on the village now, which was in fact occupied by the army.  They were under attack, since the few warriors in the village had refused to surrender.  For the most part, it was very one sided though, while the women and children were hiding in their homes.

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Motochika glanced over his shoulder. Yup. Sorin. Well, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting after Yuuki’s yelling. Of course Sorin would come. But he supposed that that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. If it was just him, Mouri, and Fuuma it’d be pretty hard going. It’d be nice to have Sorin’s missles around. Even if he wasn’t sure how Sorin would fare in a battle without Muneshige. Well, they’d find out; he was stubborn. He wouldn’t be leaving them so maybe it was time to see what he could do. “Don’t worry, Mouri. I won’t drop ya. Hey there, Otomo. Glad to have ya along, right Motonari?” Surely Motonari would understand the strategic advantage of having someone who used long-range missles.

Fuuma returned. He kept an even pace, running next to them, and passed Mouri a message. Motochika was pretty focused on ‘driving’ after all.

Army. Strange man in green. Something wrong with him. Might be dangerous. Saw no Yuuki.

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Sorin was following them of course, he wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing. At least Motochika was supporting him. Hopefully he could control his weapon properly after so long. After all, he couldn’t practice and waste ammunition. He saw Fuuma beside them, handing Motonari a message to report what he saw. “What is it?”, he asked, wanting to know as well, seeing as he couldn’t read the note from here. Sorin was worried, hoping the village would last for a while longer until they arrived. “First priority is getting everyone out of the village first, I think.”, guiding  them toward the ship. Sorin would do so, shields and heavy artillery would keep anyone away while he gathered people to take out of the town and to a safe place.

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Tightening his lips, Motonari gripped his ring blade hard.  He had been about to punch Motochika, but he realized that it would probably end in his own death and maybe the pirate's too.  People always did say they were going to kill each other one day, but THAT would be a very stupid way to go.  "I have no words for people who disobey me," he spoke dryly.  "Move faster."

With the appearance of Fuuma came information about what they were against.  Motonari took the paper and read it twice, inwardly raging the second time.  So not only did this person block out the sun, but he also wore Motonari's favorite color? Unacceptable.  "There is an army attacking the village.  Fuuma didn't see Yuuki at all, which is highly worrisome."  Yuuki was pretty much his favorite, but that didn't mean that Mouri didn't know that Yuuki could be trouble if you let him out of your sight.  "Yes.  That is a good idea since you're here.  You evacuate... people and do not engage unless engaged."

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An Ancient Sign of Coming Storm (Event Post)

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Motochika laughed- yes, this would be pretty awful timing, wouldn’t it? He poot one foot on his anchor. “Alright, let’s get going. Don’t have much time to waste.” Without asking much, and being very careful not to get cut open by Mouri’s goddamn ringblade, pulled him on with him. No time to waste; no time at all. He made sure they were moving before Mouri could protest, just in case. They needed to get there fast for the village’s sake and possibly for Yuuki’s. Geeze, Mouri was too hard on the kids. Maybe they could defend theirselves (he didn’t doubt that much) but as for dealing with the consequences of actually killing… “Ya ready to go to battle again?” Might as well make conversation- it’d take them a little while longer until they made it there.

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“Where in Heaven’s name do you think you’re going without me?”, entirely not what Motonari had hoped but he heard Yuuki too. He felt he had to go as well, not just to save the village after they offered protection, but to prove he wasn’t one of those weaker warlords. Granted, he was no dragon, no tiger, he had no threatening titles besides being a crazed follower to Xavi but he had the artillery to help at the very least and Motochika didn’t have to carry Motonari and his very sharp blade this way. Sorin came down and climbed onto the tank, the eyes glowed red as it moved. “I’m coming along. You don’t expect me to sit idly by, do you?”

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"But of course we are waiting for Fuuma's return."  Taking Motochika's hand, he stepped up onto the anchor, holding the ring blade away from them both while holding on to him with both arms.  "If you drop me, I will come back from the dead specifically to make the rest of your days miserable."  He smiled at this, making something of a joke, but he was mostly serious.  If Motochika allowed him to die, Motonari's ghost was going to haunt him for as long at that pirate lived.  

But then, apparently Sorin was there as well.  "There's a difference between thinking and knowing.  Turn back.  This isn't a game."  But then it kind of sort of was a game of catch Yuuki, which they were all going to lose.  At the speed that kid moved, he was probably there by now.

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“Whelp, if yer sure.” Motochika wasn’t going to complain. He walked with Motonari, perhaps a little faster than he normally would, concerned about making it there on time. He didn’t want anyone at the village getting hurt. Anchor surfing? That could work but then again who knew if it actually would with that goddamn ringblade. He had enough scars from that thing and he didn’t need any more. “… And ya have a point. And Ya know, I’m sure Yuuki could run away but he’s just a kid. Don’t want him running around a battlefield. He aint from war time. So we’ve gotta take care of this quick. You see him, you send him home, alright? Kid respects you. He might listen if yer lucky. Ya think you could hop on the anchor without cuttin’ my head off. I want to get there fast as we can.”

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"Of course I am, unlike you," Motonari replied with his usual stoic charm.  "Hmm..."  He wasn't sure if he should even point out that Yuuki could likely take care of himself.  "If I see him, I will mention it."  Raises his brow and nods.  "It would be advantageous if you head remained in tact, yes."  

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“Guess I shouldn’t.” Motochika said with a grin. Time for a battle. A real battle. It had been a while. Even without his army it was pretty damn exciting. …And no knowledge of the enemy… Well, yeah sure. They could send Fuuma in for that no problem, right? “Yeah, yeah. If ya think Sorin’s up for it ya can go grab him. I’ll send Fuuma ahead. Nice to have a ninja around, huh?” His army had never really been much for subtlety but he was thinking that if he ever did get back he might have to find a few ninja to help out around the place. Speaking of subtlety… “…Dammit Yuuki. That kid just can’t keep quiet.” he muttered with some vague fondness in his voice. Then… “Damn. Ya don’t think he’s going to go over there, do ya? OI FUUMA.”

Kotaro looked over at them, curious.

“Could ya go get us some information on what we’re up against? And if ya see Yuuki along the way make sure to send him right back here, alright?”

The ninja nodded and darted off in the direciton of the village. He did spot Yuuki along the way- Little more than a red and white blur out of the corner of his eye. There was no way that he was catching him like that, and if he couldn’t catch him he wouldn’t talk to him. Oh well- best to focus on his first task. He’d figure out what to do about Yuuki later.

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"Not at all," Motonari shook his head.  "Will I ever be able to teach you not to act so impetuously?"  He smiled for a moment before turning serious as they were now on the deck and he noticed the storm.  By his expression, he was actually insulted.  His eyes narrowed to tiny slits and he started to depart from the ship with a sort of determination, the reason being rather obvious.  Whoever that person was, they were daring to block the efforts of Nichirin.  Motonari always took that personally.  Hearing Sorin's name, he stopped.  "I am sure he knows of this, but he isn't going.  We'll leave before he even realizes what is happening, so make it hasty."  That was the way he was with Sorin.  Protective to a point of coddling.  He also really didn't think Sorin was suited for the ways of war. 

Shaking his head as Fuuma left, Motonari sighed.  "He won't catch him.  I doubt there is a person on the ship who could.  I have a feeling that your worry for Yuuki is misplaced, anyway"

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“Well, ya know, your armor…” Motochika mumbled sheepishly. It had always looked rather complicated to him. Oh well. Whatever the case… “Don’t know who else’d fight with us. We’ve fought armies before- aint nothing new. Anyway there’s no one else. Can’t ask the kids to do it. Luka and Claudia don’t really seem like the type to fight and askin’ Akechi doesn’t seem like the best idea. We’re all they’ve got.” All the more reason to hurry- get in there before the army got in the swing of the whole fighting thing. It’d be tough but hopefully they’d be able to manage.

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"Don't be such a worry wart, Motochika," Motonari smirked at him as he started to walk for the deck, being very leisurely considering this is war.  "You want to go charging in recklessly without any prior knowledge of the enemy.  Where is Fuuma?  Send him ahead to assess the situation.  By the time we get anywhere near our location, he'll have returned with a full report.  Also."  He looked right into Motochika's eyes.  "We keep this between..."  Pausing, he winced and took off his kabuto to rub at his ear.  "Actually, cancel that.  EVERYONE knows now."

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Motochika was undeniably pleased with this development; that had been easier than he’d expected. However the moment of triumph didn’t last; they were going to war and they had a damn lot to do- mostly fighting. Hopefully the kids hadn’t noticed; he didn’t think that they had. After all Fuuma had reported directly to him. It was time to give the village some real repayment for Mitsuhide’s attack and save all the innocent villagers. Maybe Motonari had only agreed in order to get him to shut up but all the same he was grateful. It would be fun to fight again after so long too. And to fight side-by-side with Motonari; a chance that didn’t come very often. he hefted his anchor and glanced over, concerned that they weren’t going fast enough. “Need some help?” Things had looked serious over there- they needed to get going.

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Motonari was getting into his poofy pants as he turned to stare at Motochika.  "Do I need help dressing?  No, I haven't gotten to be that helpless."  Grumbling to himself, he resumed dressing, realizing he probably sounded bitchy, but he was hungry and this damn war or whatever it was happened to be ruining his lunch.  Once he was dressed and put on his kabuto, he turned to the pirate.  "Are we going about this with just the three of us?"

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“The village that’s been helping us feed ourselves! The village Akechi attacked! That village!” Motochika insisted, stomping in just as Mouri had predicted. He hadn’t expected this to be easy but they didn’t have time for Mouri’s usual annoyances. He’d have to find something good and dig his claws in until he listened. “The village that taught us to grow tomatoes to make more of that ketchup!” Of course the village was so much more than that but right now Motonari seemed to care for little else other than ketchup and fries. “C’mon, Motonari! We’ve gotta help ‘em out! People’re gonna die!” How did Mouri think? Oh, right. “And if we save ‘em they’ll owe us! Right? C’mon, grab yer blade! Fuuma’s waiting outside!”

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Motonari listened to all of this while nibbling at his food, which he was obviously not going to be able to finish now, even though he was hungry.  Yawning, he stood up again.  "Honestly, Motochika, you and your pet crusades.  Fine.  I'll lower myself to help with these petty issues that don't concern me at all, but I expect dinner out of this."  Sighing to himself, he dropped his robe on the floor and began to get dressed for battle.

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An Ancient Sign of Coming Storm (Event Post)

Thursday morning came without fanfare or notable events for the village of Riverdale.  As usual, the bakers were up before dawn, and the children were roused shortly after to get ready for their last day of school before their summer holidays.  The farmers took to the fields, and the fishermen took to the river, each hoping for a good harvest.  Dawn gave away to day, and the various shops and other establishments began to open.  Walking along the dusty roads, one could see the women of the village attending to the household chores or rushing the children off to start their days.  Yes it was a beautiful town, and quiet, even after the devastation that had been wrought upon it by a white haired monster.

All of that was about to become interrupted.

By noon, clouds began to roll in, blocking out the sun and turning the sky grey.  Lightning struck near the small church next to the orphanage, and the air around it resounded a furious roar.

Watching from the porch of her house, the mayor of the town, Anna let out a deep breath as the rain began to pour. 

“Maria,” she turned to another woman at her side.  “When is the last time we’ve heard from Mr. Chousokabe?”

“It’s been some time,” Maria answered.  “They’re planting fields near their ships.  Why do you ask?”

“Storms are coming,” Anna sighed, maintaining a white knuckle grip on a glass of lemonade. 

“Why would we need…?” Maria started, only to be silenced as lightning once again struck the church.

A figure dressed all in green took the place of the celestial energy, shaking his head and then smoothing down a fringe of mint green hair over his eyes.  Standing tall, he pointed to the gathering crowd with his sheathed saber.

“I have come bearing the panacea for the ostensibly inveterate ignorance of the masses.  Only through subjugation can the plebeians of this village achieve substance.  Bow to your new ruler…” pausing, his one visible red eye narrowed,  “or be annihilated.”

A murmur rose within the crowd, mostly echoing fear.  However, Anna stood unmoved, nudging her right hand.  “Send a messenger to Mr. Chousokabe.  Tell him that even the sins of his insane friend can be forgiven… if only they will help us…”

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Fuuma stood on the crow’s nest of the ship- he’d only recently returned with Luka. They’d been gone longer than expected but it didn’t seem that anyone had minded their absence much- in fact it seemed that the children had finally learned to take care of themselves to some extent while he was gone and he wasn’t going to complain. He’d intended to come up here to relax and have some solitude. Unfotunately it was not meant to be. While scanning the horizon he spotted some smoke- or lightning. There was a small localized torm just around the village. It didn’t seem natural at all. Something was wrong. And was that… An army? That was the village that they’d been helping out and that had been helping them. He had to tell Lord Chosokabe.

He didn’t so much leap down from the crow’s nest as teleport in a clowd of feathers. He wasn’t as fast as Yuuki had proven to be but he still had command of a reasonable amount of speed. It was less than a minute before he arrived at the captain’s door. No need to knock; just break down the door. The man was at his desk- Kotaro grabbed his shoulder. The pirate swore loudly and turned, looking almost paniced. “Oh. It’s you. Something wrong?” He put aside his tools and started wiping the grease off his hands- he’d been working. The ninja only nodded and pointed out the window. The storm and the plume of smoke coming from under the feet of the traveling army were easy to see even from here. Motochika’s eyes widened and he stood again. Kotaro managed to get out of the way before the chair hit the floor. “I’m going to get Motonari. Wait for us outside.” Kotaro nodded and ran out the door to grab his weapons.

Motochika grabbed his anchor and hurried down the hall to Mouri’s room. Luckily it was quite close- There was no time to be subtle now. He banged on the door making the biggest racket he could possibly manage. “Motonari! Motonari ya gotta come out! The village is being attacked!”

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Motonari was in the center of his bed on his knees with a plate of French fries in front of him.  With the happiest of smiles, he was in the middle of shaking a bottle of ketchup, intending to absolutely drown his food with the tomato-y, vinegary condiment.  However, before his fingers could even tighten enough to squeeze the bottle, someone was at his door.

“Now what?” he sighed as he flipped the cap back onto the bottle.  Sliding from his bed, he went to the door, pretty much ignoring what was being shouted through it.  Opening it, he stared out at Motochika as though he suspected his lover of losing his mind.  “What village?  You mean that one with that woman who flirts with you?  Please.  Tell me why I care.”

Waving his hand as he turned around, Motonari went back to his bed and climbed on, getting the bottle of ketchup.  He assumed that Motochika was just going to let himself in and begin a lecture on just why Motonari would care about that pathetic village.  While that happened, he could very well be eating, now couldn’t he? 

His smile reappeared and he resumed shaking the bottle of ketchup, opening it and giving it a hearty squeeze over his food.

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Sorin's Mission

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Sorin blushed a little, he hadn’t expected that but it wasn’t unwelcome either. In that case, he’d have to arrive quickly and as much as he hated that tank of his, it was the only thing around that could get him from point A to point B, where ever that was, the safest. “I’m going, don’t worry about it but I make no promises if he refuses to return.”, he parted with him, staring at his tank before cautiously getting on. He didn’t need Fuuma. The ninja had enough to worry about. He’d do it himself. Which meant flying and looking for a little house somewhere nearby.

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"You can talk him into it.  Use your charm," Motonari spoke over his shoulder as he kept walking.  He had numbers to attend to and a drama to watch, after all.  His work was never done.

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Sorin's Mission

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Sorin sighed and went to shut off his laptop to do so, thinking all he was good for was this. Dealing with Mitsuhide when Karai couldn’t. He wasn’t even rewarded for this. So he grabbed Motonari’s hand and turned him around to kiss him. “You’re welcome.”, Motonari could be so ungrateful sometimes. He didn’t have to do this for him. He didn’t know where for God’s sake Mitsuhide and Karai had been staying, the only one who knew was Kyoune and hell if he were going to ask him. Fuuma was his only option but he wasn’t taking his tank either. He would walk. He didn’t trust that thing anymore. He hated that face. He still didn’t realize it were an elaborate hoax by the Code: Breakers.

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"Sorin," Motonari smiled, patting the boy's blonde head and cupping his cheek.  He returned the kiss, meeting his eyes for a moment and then turning away.  "I'll think you when you've actually done it."

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Sorin's Mission

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Sorin was looking at him, the only reason he could’ve wanted Mitsuhide back here, as far as Sorin knew, was … Oh. He missed Karai and Pochi, of course. “As much as I want to bring him back as well, he’s awfully stubborn and I doubt he’ll listen to me.”, he spoke with much concern as he slid onto the floor to join Motonari. “I will try my best, Motonari.”, he sighed, already thinking of how to word this properly for the best result.

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"Good, that will be your mission from now on," Motonari nodded and stood, stretching.  "Start whenever you can, and if you would like, have Fuuma escort you. I'll be awaiting results."  Yawning, he started to leave.  "I'll be in my room."  That drama wasn't going to watch itself.  Stars Falling From the Sky.  Yay!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

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Sorin's Mission

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Sorin sat on his bed beside Motonari. “I thought you hated Mitsuhide.”, Sorin had been kept out of the loop for the most part as Motonari ran to the arms of the pirate, not him and hadn’t been informed at all that Mitsuhide nearly strangled him until he caught a glance at his neck. He wouldn’t say anything about that for now. He knew few people could convince him to return but in all honesty, Sorin wouldn’t be able to do it alone. “He left the ship because the two of you don’t want him here.”

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"This isn't about Mitsuhide," Motonari answered in a flat tone.  If he was going to be forced to admit that he missed Karai, he would have to punch someone-- likely Motochika, and then that would ruin his day.  "I have my reasons.  I would like you to go and tell him that we want him to return."

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Sorin's Mission

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Sorin’s face was still healing a little, currently on his laptop decorated with hearts, headphones in his ears and he was speaking very poor Korean, trying to learn so he could watch dramas with Motonari and he wouldn’t have to annoy him by adding subtitles. He saw Motonari come in, not hearing the knock initially but he pulled the earbuds out and set the laptop on his nightstand. “Oh, Motonari. Did you need something?”, Sorin knew he wasn’t here for cuddling or anything of the sort, Motonari wasn’t the romantic type so he needed Sorin for something. He stood up from his bed and stretched before going over to kiss his cheek.

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Motonari allowed Sorin to kiss him and sat down, crossing his legs.  "In fact, I do.  I'll get right to the point.  I would like for you to go convince Mitsuhide Akechi to come back to this ship."  Motonari didn't even blink as he made his request, making himself comfortable. 

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Sorin's Mission

After his talk with Motochika, Motonari let himself into Sorin's room after knocking on the door.  He was in a good mood so far,but that could very well change.  For now, he had a mission. 

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Motochika stood and planted a kiss on Motonari’s cheek. Sure the pride was an insult to his work ethic but he’d take what he could get. “Alright. Guess we’ve gotta get to work, huh?

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"Oh yes," he smiled.  Motonari was in a good mood, and for once, it actually showed. "If I hurry, I'll finish in time for the airing of my drama.  I'll see you at dinner."  The kiss on the cheek was enough affection for today, he thought, especially coupled with the short time of cuddling.  Anything more and it would be time to start punching people, which would be a shame.  Smiling, he headed off to Sorin's room to get to work.