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Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki Touken Ranbu Housed in 273, Cotes Able to awaken 5/day. Armed with a wooden sword. Affiliated with Isola Radiale.

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houchipurei‌:

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“You’re tying it all wrong.”

Conveniently overlooking the idea of announcing his approach when he found another of his brethren, Kikkou had found himself peering over Mutsunokami’s shoulder for only a moment before he was reaching to take the rope from his hands.

“Unless you want it to come loose, of course.” He chuckled, fingers already deftly undoing what had been tied so he could do it himself.

“You really gotta let a guy know when yer sneakin’ up on him, y’know!” 

It never failed with this one. No matter how many times he tried to be on guard around him, he always managed to appear when he least suspected it and send every hair on his body on end. The way he laughed and shot him subtle little glances didn’t help either... He honestly couldn’t understand the guy if he tried.

“It’s just a shoe... I usually get by well enough! ---wait, who even let you in, anyhow?”

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damekatana‌:

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Oh, right. Yagen had mentioned one of his roommates was Mutsunokami… still, Fudou couldn’t mask his surprise when someone he recognized arrived while he was fumbling around in the kitchen.

“O-oi!” He rushed to block the uchigatana’s path, only a little wobbly when slid to a stop in front of the stairs. “Are you any good at cooking!?”

Yagen had mentioned before that there were more of them showing up in the city, but this was the first time he’d actually had the opportunity to see one. A wide grin spread arcoss his face as the question and he happily skipped the last two steps to throuw a friendly arm around the tantou. He hadn’t crossed paths with Fudou too many times before this, but they were all friends now, right? Right.

“’Course I am, haha! Everybody gives Mitsutada all the credit in the kitchen, but yours truly ain’t half bad! C’mon, let’s go fix somethin’ up, you an’ me. What’cha wantin’, anyway? Onigiri? I’m the best at those.”

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renaissails‌:

“Hahaha, sorry, sorry. It has been a while, you see–” 

Enough’s enough! Why don’t you go cool your head for the day? You and your partner are causin’ us more trouble than anything.

Ah, there it was. That back being turned to him, the sigh leaving his throat and – Oryo not saying anything. When she would usually talk back, provoke most she encountered (and even more those who did anything unsatisfactory to Ryouma), this one time she remains quiet. Rider looks to her quizzically, concern building up in his chest, but her attention is turned ways from them; a person who has seemingly just seen that entire scene. Embarrassing. 

Though it’s there - the thought of coming up to him and apologizing -, Oryo is the one who acts first. She waits no longer than a second to approach the boy, circling him in a manner Ryouma hasn’t seen before, and even worse – sniffing him, trying to catch his scent.

“Ah, Oryo-san, you can’t–” He follows suit just then, impressed at her behavior but concerned over how the woman knows little of personal space. It has always been like this, yet this one time, something isn’t quite right. ❝ Ryouma, something’s funny about this guy. He smells too much like you. You know him? ❞

“– Eh? No…” Once his partner is away from her target of interest and behind Ryouma once more, he takes a closer look at him. There’s nothing really that he recognizes, no sign that he had met this fellow in life. If what Oryo says is true, then it could be a coincidence. And yet… “Sorry, she isn’t usually like this. I guess you could say she likes you, which is quite rare. Are you alright?”

Mutsunokami found himself on the defensive when the ayakashi came sniffing around him. He tried to shy away from her, but the position he’d taken up left him standing dangerously close to the edge of the pier. 

“Hey, stop!” he hissed at her quietly. “Cut it out! Ah, shit.”

The uchi visibly stiffened as the man in white made his way toward them with an apologetic smile on his face. It was a simple reaction---normal by most means---but it made Mutsu take pause. Not because it was something that had touched him, though he certainly appreciated the sentiment. But it struck him more just how similar this man seemed to him. The spirit---Oryo---had called him Ryouma and he’d already heard the name Sakamoto. When he looked at him, he didn’t see the master he had known so well for so long.

But he felt him. That same energy was there. He had only met him for an instant, but he got the same sense of self from this man as he had from the Ryouma Sakamoto who had helped shape history all those centuries ago. It made no sense, but instinct was like that at times.

Mutsunokami felt his cheeks grow a little hot at being peered at so closely and he turned his gaze away, waving his hands as if to ward off his concerns. 

“Nothin’ to worry about!! No harm, no foul an’ all that! You can just... y’know... carry on, haha...”

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“Go home.”

“...but I am home. Didya forget about the whole ‘livin’ in the same house’ thing?”

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

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reusmater‌:

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         Middling interest occupies cerise eyes whilst she scrutinizes the meal in his possession. A tantalizing thing in the vigilant eyes of one feeling peckish, it beckons inquisitiveness. ❝ I assume you bought that nearby. What exactly is it?  ❞

“What, this? It looks good, right? It’s called aisukurin!” Mutsu couldn’t help but grin as he looked over his shoulder at the woman. Sweets weren’t normally at the top of his list, but he was surprised to see such an old treat that reminded him so much of home being sold on the festival’s streets.

“It looks a lot like ‘ice cream’ or whatever ya call it, but it’s totally different. Here, try it! I probably got enough for another. It’s totally worth it, trust me.”

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reigyo‌:

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神楽 ┆ “How… do you do that?” Those last shots fired from the young samurai’s toy guns were completely on point, hitting all the centre of each categories’ target of the prizes displayed within the racks of the shooting game booth. Naturally, for a young lady who came from the period where such shooting devices did not exist yet, her movements were awkward, with her shots missing all of the intended target she wanted to get—especially that one plush of Ofiuco doll.

“…Can you teach me how to do that?”

“Are ya havin’ some trouble? Here, let’s go over a couple pointers.” Mutsu kneeled next to the young girl and gave her a wink before he starting point at various parts of the toy in her hands. “First thing ya gotta settle is your stance. Feet shoulder width apart, good posture, all that. Now, see this little thingy up here? That’s what ya gotta aim with, not the muzzle. Yer whole thing’s gonna kick up when you pull the trigger, so that’s what ya gotta go with, all right? So aim with that, take a deep breath t’clear your mind, then fire.” 

“Go on and give it a go for me.”

[yeahgen]

two hundred & seventy-three

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yeahgen‌:

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It’s—it’s all wrong, somehow.

The townhouse is standing fine, but the rooms are stacked on top of each other. As if someone saw fit to cut apart a body and pile up all its parts, then laid it side-by-side with its neighbors. The buildings are all squeezed together like rows of graves, same height same make same space inside.

Morbidly, Yagen wonders if this is where he’s supposed to die.

Not without a fight.

He doesn’t remember whether he clenches his fists or starts walking first, but he’s already at the front door before he knows it and reaching for its handle. Of course, that’s when someone decides to open it from the other side, leaving him to grasp at air.

‘….’

He slowly drops his hand to his side even as his heart stops sticking in his throat.

‘…good morning?’ Yagen tries with a face full of pecs.

“Yagen! Man, are you a sight fer sore eyes!” 

The uchi was quick to throw a friendly arm around the smaller sword and give him a squeeze. Now that the sights of the city had worn off a little bit, he’d been worried over his predicament and just what it meant for him. It was the first time he’d been completely separated from the others and his master like this and the more he focused on it, the more concerned he became. Needless to say, having another familiar face here had done a lot to lift his mood just in the minute that had gone by.

“Come on in, there’s plenty a’ space! Really, this place is so huge, it’s almost like home. Pretty sure you could fit like 10 of us in a room. I sure don’t remember any Western houses bein’ as big as all this, but I guess times change!”

“But you bein’ here’s great! I was startin’ t’get kinda worried... but I gotta ask, how’d you find me, anyway? I know you’re damn good at scoutin’ and everything, but this city’s pretty big.”

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resentable‌:

“Didn’t you hear me the first time? I am not interested. I don’t intend on getting friendly with you. My private affairs are none of your business. Leave me alone.”

“Whether ya intend it or not, friends just happen sometimes. And friends look out for one another.” He threw an arm around Ookurikara’s shoulders and started down the street despite his protests. He knew all too well about the other uchigatana’s loner nature from his time n the Citadel. He’d always been of the opinion he just needed to get out more, and this was the perfect opportunity.

“Tell ya what. Give it a half hour and if you’re not havin’ a ball, I’ll leave you alone. Deal? Deal.”

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resentable‌:

“I am not interested in those kind of things. Go enjoy it by yourself, and don’t get me involved.” 

“Buck up, bud. I might’ve expected that kinda talk outta one of those Shinsengumi swords, but not a cool-lookin’ type like you. What else do you have to do? Just come an’ try a couple food stands with me, all right? They smell really good~! I’ll even treat ya!”

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resentable‌:

thanks i hate it

“C’mon, now, don’t be like that. Party’s are all about havin’ a good time an’ lettin’ it all hang out! Where’s your festival spirit, huh?”

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“A festival?! Man, do I got good timin’ or what?! Time to cut loose!”

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--- @renaissails

“Aaaaah!! This thing’s huge, haha!”

It hadn’t taken Mutsunokami long to find his way to the port and the time it took him to become completely enamored with one of the ships docked there was even shorter. His eyes sparkled as he ran along the pier, doing his best to look over every bit of it.

“Sure doesn’t look like any warship I ever came across before... Is this one a’ those ‘galleons,’ maybe?...”

““Really, Sakamoto, you need to learn when to quit!”

“Hm?”

A commotion up the pier managed to catch the sword’s attention. The scene itself looked odd with a woman seemingly hanging in mid-air above the pair that had started bantering back and forth, but Mutsu was focused on the man in white that seemed almost apologetic as he spoke. 

It was strange, but there was almost something that was familiar about the way he seemed to laugh in the face of the other sailor’s annoyance. He could only barely hear them, but he still found himself drawn to watching from a distance. Something itched at the back of his mind---had he heard the name Sakamoto? 

No, that would be crazy. This place wasn’t anything like the locations he’d visited throughout history on his missions. He had to have misheard.

That’s what he was telling himself.

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The first thing that came to him was the undeniable smell of the sea.

There were many questions in his mind---where was he? Where were his comrades? Where was his master?---but all of them took a backseat to the stunning view that he had standing on top of that lonely tower.

The ocean was something he had seen before. In the hands of his previous master, it was safe to say that he knew it all too well. But this sight was something else. Though it was far away from where he stood, he could see how blue its waters were and the way the sun glinted off its surface like the waves themselves were made of jewels.

There were ships there, too, and though they weren’t moving, Mutsunokami was no less enamored by the thought of them sailing through this vision of a bay and beyond the mist that seemed to cover the horizon. The sight of all of it, the thought of taking to the water, the thought of just being near such a vision---all of it sent a charge of excitement through his entire body, leaving his odd predicament nearly forgotten.

He had a lot to figure out, that much couldn’t be denied. There were strange things all around him---like the odd individual trying to usher him into a very weird-looking carriage---but he could sort that out later. For the moment, he knew where his priorities lie.

Whether or not they were necessarily correct was another question entirely.

[isolaradiale]

Here comes a good boy. Applying as Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki from Touken Ranbu. App is under the navigation.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Mutsunokami!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 273.

You will retain the ability to use your awakening up to five times daily so long as you receive the appropriate damage and receive a wooden sword.

– mod altair.