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!!! Antigone, Hermes, Ares
Antigone: What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done?
"Swords don’t do brave things, their wielders do." It was taking care of horses that one time. They were so tall….
Hermes: Where would you most like to go, or where is your favourite place to be?
"Somewhere quiet, not crowded. Stars are nice too." And on top of trees and other swords' shoulders.
Ares: What angers you the most?
"Nothing, really. I don't like head pats, though." And tall people.
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30 Greek Mythology Headcanons
Achilles: What is your greatest flaw? Alexandros: Have there ever been repercussions to your actions you regret? Antigone: What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done? Aphrodite: Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’d never have expected to feel for? Apollo: What’s the worst illness you’ve suffered from? Ares: What angers you the most? Artemis: Is there anything or anyone you would protect fiercely? Astyanax: What is the most tragic thing to have happened to you or involving you? Athene: When was your strongest and bravest moment? Clytemnestra: Have you ever done anything unforgivable out of lust? Demeter: What would you most grieve for if it was taken from you? Dionysus: What was your most unruly moment? Hades: Have your actions ever caused a great number of people to suffer? Helen: Do you have any spur-of-the-moment actions you regret? Hephaestus: Are you particularly skilled at any crafts? If so, which? Hera: What are your views on marriage, and how - if at all - would you like to be wed? Hermes: Where would you most like to go, or where is your favourite place to be? Hestia: Where do you feel most at home? Jason: Have you ever betrayed anyone who loved you for personal gain? Medea: What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done out of spite? Medusa: Have you ever been punished with anything you feel you didn’t deserve? Midas: Has anything you’ve ever wished for really backfired? Nike: What was your greatest victory? Oedipus: With hindsight, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Pandora: What is the worst gift you’ve ever received? Persephone: What is your favourite season? Phaedra: Have you ever lusted after someone you shouldn’t have? Poseidon: Have you ever been so consumed in a task that you lost the reasoning behind it? Thetis: What’s the most you’ve ever done for your loved ones? Zeus: What thing are you most hypocritical of?
“Switcheroo!”
龍光 Tatsuaki
A ceremonial oodachi, originally housed at the Omoji shrine. He is on the smaller side for his type of sword, with a 90 cm blade, made as an offering to be used by the shrine maiden at that time, famous for her ceremonial dances. Tatsuaki received his name from the maiden herself, from how his blade shone in synch with the her movements— like that of a shining dragon. Later on during an uprising the shrine was raided, and Tatsuaki himself was used to slay the maiden he had come to serve.
Tatsuaki found himself in the service of a general afterwards, the brother of the slain shrine maiden. He held Tatsuaki in high regard, becoming one of his favored swords and constant companion in battle. However, Tatsuaki once more plays a role in his master’s demise— being the very sword used by a traitor to take his life as he lay asleep in a tent in the fields. Tatsuaki’s whereabouts after that incident are unknown.
Given human form, Tatsuaki is initially quiet and shy, but very talkative and amiable once he opens up. He has the makings of a tactician, often giving counsel to the sage for measures to take in battle. He is fiercely loyal to those dear to him, and would use any means, any at all, to make sure they’re safe. He holds a great guilt for being a cause of his previous owners’ deaths, often wondering if he would bring about the same end this time. He carries a suzu with him, ceremonial bells similar to those his first master had.
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Unlike the first time he had been in a sea of strangers, Imanotsurugi was dodging elbows, holding a small bag of food from his dark little crevice of a room, and had a destination. Said destination was a shop of heavenly delights: toys! As he approached the outskirts of the crowd in order to be able to read the signs, he feels a tugging motion on his sleeve, and then— someone addressed him as ‘tengu’. His heart leaped. Only one person ever called him that, and he knew exactly who to expect upon turning around.
❝HOTARUMARU!❞ he squealed out in glee, and swung his arms around the oodachi’s small frame, bag of food still in one of his hands while squeezing the other as tightly as possible. He couldn’t help but smile a big goofy smile into the hug; it’d been far too long since he’d had any sort of contact with another sword. He felt so giddy. In a sudden movement, the tantou removed himself from the embrace, but kept his hands on Hotarumaru’s shoulders, subconsciously afraid he’d disappear otherwise.
❝I can’t believe you’re here! How long as it been? Are the others here too?❞
The oodachi let out a surprised noise, nearly toppling over as the other squealed happily, wrapping his arms around him. Hotarumaru, surprised? Tsurumaru would have probably loved to see that.
"You're definitely Tengu-kun," A ghost of a smile in his voice, Hotarumaru would try to awkwardly do the same (if only at least to keep his balance), but the tantou parted from him, keeping hands on his shoulders.
"I don't really know. I've been here a few weeks, at least. I got here with Jiji, and I met some others, too, but I'm not sure if we're all here--this place is too big."
His expression dims ever so slightly at the thought. If they were all there... who would be with their master in the keep?
"But.. how long have you been here? Have you been okay? There's a lot of weird things around here, too,"
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A young woman sat kneeling in the middle of a sidewalk, interrupting pedestrian traffic around her. In her hands was a broken high heel shoe. It looked like she had tripped just a few moments ago…
"Crap! What am I supposed to do now?!"
Hotarumaru wasn't one to usually care about whatever people did on the sidewalk, but the young lady seemed truly distressed. Their master always did tell him, it was important to help people when you can!
The oodachi was going to see if he could.
"...You okay?" the young boy crouched on the ground in front of the young lady, peering at her face.
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❝It’s soba from another country.❞
Romano had stopped going to other supposedly Italian restaurants since opening up his own but with Provincia Romana in sudden renovations - something about a gas pipe breaking beneath the floor of the bar which meant they couldn’t use it for a little while - he figured it wouldn’t hurt to see what the competition was like.
The child caught his attention with his seemingly addressed to no one question. Romano placed a hand atop his head to draw his attention in case the other did not hear him.
❝Do you want to try some? I’ll buy you a meal if you don’t have money for it.❞
The oodachi flinched, looking up at whoever touched his head, frowning slightly. It wasn't a gesture he was too fond of, but what the taller man said next definitely caught his attention.
"...Really?" Curiosity was undeniably glimmering in his eyes. Money was definitely something they didn't have a lot of, and a free meal sure wasn't something he'd refuse.
One could see a young boy looking forlornly at a small pond, where a lone hat was floating near the middle of it. His hat. He would swim for it, but ex-swords weren't really good at swimming. He began looking around; maybe there was something he could use to fish it out?
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One would see a young boy before a vending machine, looking perplexedly up at the machine. He had coins, and he knew what he wanted, but--
"How do I... reach the buttons?"
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— -{♂} He tried his best to come off as someone with those qualities. With the given times, it was hard to crack a smile when times seemed their darkest, when all hope seemed to be lost in the darkest pits of despair. And yet somehow, the brunet still managed, he managed to get the others to laugh at his jokes, or enjoy the peace when the found it. He tried his best to be that bright and radiating ray of light that illuminated a new future for them all. ❝ Sometimes a change of pace is nice, ❞ he commented, taking the other’s words into account, ❝ But you’re right, a sword is made for fighting— you cannot keep them locked up like that forever, it’s like taking me and telling me not to live my life how I’m supposed to… ——in a sense. ❞ He gave a sigh, chin coming down onto the surface in front of him. He almost seemed frustrated, trying his best to empathize but finding it difficult. ❝ Me and you are the same in some aspects, but we’re also really different, that much I realize, so I try to understand you all to the best of my ability. ❞
Hotarumaru watched wordlessly as their master talked, the note on his voice dipping slightly as his master leaned on the table. Hotarumaru, for one, did not really mind what had happened to him, or the fact that their master might find it hard to understand-- but the young sage apparently thought otherwise.
The oodachi paused, before leaning over, placing a hand on top of their master's hair, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face.
"We are swords. You are a human. It's natural for things to be different." a pause. "No need to be so hard on yourself."
This wasn't the first time he climbed a tree. He's been doing it quite more often, in fact, since he's arrived in the city. But this was the first time he lost balance, standing on a rather flimsy branch without noticing and landing on the ground below.
Ouch. The odd gray-colored paths sure felt different from the grass or dirt paths he was acquainted to. Falling face-first, it was sheer luck that he didn't have much injury other than a large scratch on the side of his cheek and on parts of his limbs where he hit the ground.
Flinching and straightening himself out to a sitting position on the ground, he found his body ached in some other places as well. On cue, fireflies came flying about him in broad daylight, gathering where his injuries are. He's had worse injuries but at the amount of fireflies that gathered about him, he must have looked like a wreck.
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hallo! i still owe naoki and atobe starters gotta think of good nicknames for them-- and a reply for anthony (non-ca)! if i owe you something please feel free to poke me!
also if anyone is up for minis or something feel free to hmu! especially castmates pls carry me on your shoulders
The young boy can be seen outside an establishment (he heard the people around him call it a restaurant), looking up with keen interest at a... large picture, of a certain dish he has never quite seen before.
It appeared to look like... some kind of soba? But thinner, a paler color, and topped with a reddish sort of sauce... were those tomatoes?
"What kind of soba is this?" He wondered to himself aloud. It looked like something Tsurumaru would like to try.
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