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mikazuki munechika

[jijinoke-blog]

cetraborn‌:

          there was really nothing better than having a garden full of flowers just right outside where her living quarters would be. smaller than what aerith would have expected but perhaps she was okay with it in its current state considering size and in comparison to her garden back at home, they would never quite match up to each other. while she was uncertain as to what her plans may be for this day, it would seem that she would always try and find time to squeeze in a bit of gardening for the afternoon, as long as she was inspired. 

          she could not help but divert her attention towards her roommate, whom she was surprised to see, scrambling to get used to the shovel that was grasped in his hand. with her basket clutched to her side, her knees bend slightly forward, looking at what he was working on. “yeah, that’s me! well– i was until you managed to catch my attention. so i wanted to see what you were working on!” her voice cheerful, never thought that personal space was really an issue at the moment either. 

          aerith couldn’t help but laugh at him, surely knowing what he meant by that. maybe he wasn’t used to gardening and had opted to try? “you’re good, don’t worry about it. but say… do you need help by any chance? because i seem to know a bit of gardening, y’know! and shovels are essential, but i’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon.” the use of a shovel wasn’t the difficult part of gardening however, more like maintaining it was the challenge. 

“oh my, don’t let me be the reason for delaying you,” mikazuki says, his eyes widening as the thought of him being the reason for delaying her bothers him. he has no plans to become a burden or bother today (though he frequently, unintentionally does ramble on for too long and distracts others from what they’re doing). 

when she offers help, his mouth opens, his first reaction to deny and insist he is fine on his own, but... being a sword with little exposure to field work... it is clear that his attempt to garden hasn’t been a success. he purses his lips, thinking about her offer, wondering if it would be selfish to ask for some of his roommate’s time. “hmmm...” he says, deep in thought about the consequences of his actions. mikazuki meets aerith’s eyes and a shy smile appears. “well, if you don’t mind sparing some time to help me, i would appreciate the guidance.”

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princevirtue‌:

she’s been a bit lonely, in a way. though she encounters the new and downright bizarre on the daily, it doesn’t make up for a lack of comfortably familiar faces. were that her own subordinates were here — but daydreaming about such a thing as that is unproductive and only leaves her sorely yearning for those who are unlikely to appear.

that she even hears a voice she recognizes seems miraculous in and of itself, but surely enough, he approaches.

<<It has been quite some time… Jiji.>> she hesitates in using such informal language to address one clearly deserving of more, but it is what he requested and thus what she will use.

<<How could I forget our conversation over tea? Truly, I could not forget — but of course, my memory is unfailing. Have you been well? How long is it since your return to this place?>>

his smile grows wider, happy that a friend recognizes and remembers him still. he still keeps his distance to be polite, and he says, “it has been some time, has it? i have been here for a few days, i believe... i have to confess it’s strange... miko-sama...” as he speaks, one hand rests on his chin, a habit he has while he thinks. “it feels like no time has passed, but i have come to realize that its been months since i was last here.” 

“oh my... did i make a strong impression that day?” he asks, eyes shying away, but a laugh reveals his glee. “but it makes me happy to hear that, miko-sama. i enjoyed our conversation greatly as well and it’s one i haven’t forgotten.” he faces her, and with an inquisitive expression, he asks, “ah... i have a small proposal. how about we have tea again? it would be lovely to sit and chat with you some more and talk about what has happened since we last met, but only if you’re free.”

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rainfect‌:

she sighs. “does the exact number really matter?” today, the second one she’s toting around is the manifestation of her gunner star in an attempt to re-familiarise herself with the weapon after the past few months of absence. granted, she could just revert it to its more portable form, but AR-15 isn’t one to make concessions for a complete stranger. simply put, he can suck it up. “dangerous weaponry is dangerous weaponry. and if you want my real opinion, it’s just a vicious cycle—if others carry it, you’d be a fool not to carry it as well.”

the words young girl will forever irk her when uttered by the lips of people in this city. when she bristles in a figurative sense, the change in demeanour is visible. “because carrying them is the purpose for which i was created.” and in that sentence, her conviction is undeniable. “i am a weapon, if that helps you sleep better at night. i’m not human.”

mikazuki’s hand lightly taps his chin as he pretends to think. he replies, “yes, i believe numbers do matter. if i had two swords, wouldn’t i look more threatening? i also believe your guns are more dangerous, no? i’m not clear on how they function, but don’t they have more range than my sword?” but, he couldn’t deny her logic, as he has lived through times  of war. people were fools to not bring a weapon, as the one carrying the sword would simply have an easier time taking their lives. he laughs, and says, “i can’t say you’re wrong, but besides us, i don’t think anyone around us is carrying anything.” 

“hmmm?” he tilts his head, curiously looking at the young girl who stated her purpose is to carry this weapon. he smiles, “how strange... so you are created to be a weapon that wields those weapons?” what a strange world this is, one that brings so many others together, and creates these uncanny encounters. “hahaha, well then, i fully understand now. i apologize for my ignorance earlier. i am a weapon as well made to hold this sword, though the details i don’t quite understand.”

“it’s a pleasure to meet you--” he bites his tongue before he could say young girl again (because she clearly seems annoyed by those words). “ah, my name is mikazuki munechika, can i have yours?”

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rainfect‌:

simply put, it’d be like leaving a piece of herself behind. too vulnerable, too human—without her AR-15, she herself ceases to be ‘ST AR-15,’ after all. she’s had this conversation too many times by now, often involving strangers insisting that it isn’t suitable for a ‘young girl’ to be toting around military-grade weaponry, hence the faint sigh emitted in response. 

               ( besides, it looks like this man should be speaking for himself first. )

a cant of her head indicates the sheathed weapon by his side. “that’s a sword, isn’t it? seems pretty excessive for a peaceful city, too.” even as the words escape her lips, they earn a faint chuckle; an inside joke, given how naive the statement sounds now. “i haven’t been around for a while, but… you’d be surprised what happens in this city. even guns didn’t cut it a few times.”

his eyes drop to the sword by his side. on one hand, she’s right about the hypocrisy. on the other, mikazuki’s namesake is part of him -- his life is tied to the very sword. he can’t leave it back at his house unattended in fear of what might happen in that moment it leaves his sight. another smile appears and he tilts his head as well. “i can’t deny that one sword is excessive, but you’re carrying two large guns...” he says, “if mine is excessive, isn’t your second gun unnecessary?"

“ah, that does remind me of one time, or two...” he says, biting his tongue before he starts rambling about his experiences here to a stranger. mikazuki laughs and continues, “i see your point, but tell me, why is a young girl like yourself carrying those weapons?” (he wonders if perhaps he’s just too old and out of touch and if all teenagers are carrying weapons).

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rainfect‌:

                “ … you’ve been glaring at this for a while now.”

not that she’s unused to drawing stares—carrying not one, but two large guns tends to elicit that kind of response. it still won’t change the fact that AR-15 carries her namesake around wherever she goes. but there’s something about this man’s expression that’s more than just fear or curiosity. she meets his eyes head-on without hesitation, where wordlessly, a quirked brow prompts him to go ahead and voice whatever’s on his mind.

@jijinoke

guns are never something he liked. he remembers seeing guns in action before, mowing down people with a press of a button. without any skill, there were so many killed in so little time. so, even if he had no intention to glare at her, his expression might’ve been harsher than normal as he stared and wondered why anyone would so brazenly display their weapons, especially ones this deadly.

he blinks, surprised, when she calls him out, not aware of his own expression since he was deep in his thoughts. with a smile, he tilts his head and calmly replies, “i’m simply wondering why you’re carrying those weapons around when there’s no need. unless...” he stops and thinks, giving her the benefit of doubt, and continues, “is something troubling you here in this city? ah, i’ve run into ruffians a few times before, but they only engage in petty crimes at best. do you really need two guns... that... large?” 

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temperateskies‌:

Ichimokuren isn’t able to utter a single word let alone given time to react before he’s joined with another old soul. Not that he minds in the least as he would’ve extended the offer for Mikazuki to sit with him anyway.

❝ Your timing is impeccable. I was just thinking how it’d be nice to share the view with someone else. Would be a selfish thing keeping this all to myself. ❞ Despite intentions of sitting beneath the stars alone he did procure enough snacks for two, even bringing along several ceramic teacups just in case.. with gentle ease he sets his down and moves to pour one for Mikazuki. Its piping hot still, steam dancing off the rim of his cup and reflecting the moon in the surface of his beverage.

❝ I wait and watch the moon swim higher and pray that I will not drown beneath these stars. Soft, the dawn-struck air is molten gold, it spills past my silence, my lips and lies and lungs until I am spluttering with change. Dawn is bitter, and the moon is hemlock-sweet ❞

“ah... thank you, ichimokuren-dono.” he smiles as he takes his cup of tea, the warmth of the cup pleasant against his cool hands. carefully and gently, he brings the cup to his lips and sips, enjoying the pleasant taste of the tea. he glances at his friend, laughs, and asks, “how does one keep the moon to themselves? my, my, teach me, for i would love to take the moon into my hands and keep it for myself if i can...” 

he trails off, leaving their conversation in silence. he continues to drink his tea, though he stops when he hears his friend’s soft voice break the silence with... a poem. he cants his head, since it has been a while since he has heard poem recited on these nights. 

when he finishes, mikazuki says, “wonderful poem... as expected from ichimokuren-dono,” he asks. “ah... it’s only fair for me to recite a poem myself, no?” he says. he clears his throat softly, and starts, 

                               “When I look at the moon                               I am overcome by the sadness                               of a thousand, thousand things—                               even though it is not Fall                               for me alone. “

[jijinoke-blog]

mikazuki sits at the park, watching the petals fall from the trees onto the floor, creating a bright pink blanket that moves with the wind. out of all places in the city, this is perhaps still his favorite. with a nice, beautiful aroma, gorgeous scenery, an old soul like him finds no better place to be. 

he reaches for the little bag he brought with him to the park, digging through it to find his little container of tea, which he prepared since he had plans to stay at the park for a while. but, he stops rummaging when he spots a familiar sight nearby. with eyes opened slightly wider from surprise, he stands. 

“yggdrasil-dono?”

certain now he hasn’t recognized the wrong person, he brightens, the usual smile returning to his expression. “ah... it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he says, knowing that apparently he’s been gone for months from his world. “it’s a pleasure seeing you again.” 

“has this world been treating you fairly?” 

                                    ❀ ⤑ ❝ @gallowsbough

[jijinoke-blog]

with the shrine nearby, surrounded by bamboo, he swings his sword at the air. the air makes a like swish noise as its cut through. his moves are careful and steady, his goal is to practice and refine his techniques. who knows when he would need it for combat again as this world is constantly throwing surprises at their residents. 

he picks up his pace, his blade moving quicker, now a blur that occasionally glimmered with the reflection of the sun’s light. mikazuki stops suddenly, however, when he senses the presence of something familiar, but he does not recognize the face at all. in a smooth, controlled fashion, he sheathes his blade and turns to face the newcomer.

“ah, hello there child,” he says, immediately assuming the short, childlike figure in front of him is a child despite knowing looks can be deceiving. “are you lost? looking for someone? perhaps... even looking for me?” mikazuki’s smile widens, then continues with whimsy in his tone,

“you’re like me, aren’t you?” he tilts his heads, lays one finger by his lips, and he says, “are you new here? i believe we’ve never meet before.” 

                                     ❀ ⤑ ❝ @ribenjishika

[jijinoke-blog]

temperateskies‌:

Its a little difficult for him to discern between the seasons here but Ichimokuren feels it in his bones; Otsukimi is at hand! Moon viewing has always been one of his favorite traditions and he loves nothing more than to gaze upon its splendid beauty! Oft would he pray for good fortune and harvest for his people and light lanterns to mimic its brilliant shades of yellow and white. While he does miss listening to the music that would play throughout the streets of his village the wind deity is content to sit in silence and nibble at his dango. He pours himself some tea and breaks off a piece of his mini-moon for Kaze to enjoy too.

“Mmmm..”

“mind if i join, ichimokuren-dono?” without waiting for an answer, mikazuki takes a seat next to the lonely soul. 

“luckily for you, i come with more food,” he says cheerfully, setting down the bag of goodies . with slow grace, he removes the containers from the bag and places them next to ichimokuren’s own snacks. mikazuki had purchased a container of roasted chestnuts and dango for tonight’s occasion (that he had planned to celebrate alone originally). 

he picks a chestnut for himself and takes a small bite. he looks at the night sky, then back at his company, and says,

“what a beautiful night, no?” 

[jijinoke-blog]

it’s strange to be back here in this foreign, mysterious city. mikazuki remembers it like yesterday -- and it actually does feel like yesterday to him, but it seems months have passed, the madness he remembers being trapped in gone and done. he walks through this familiar city, spotting some familiar faces, spotting some new faces. 

he brightens at the sight of of someone who he considers to be a friend. “miko-sama!” he calls while wondering if the months would’ve eroded her memory of him -- but he pushes aside the thought. he lifts his arm and waves to the young (only in appearance) lady, eager to reunite with familiarity. he quickens his pace until he’s nearby, but he maintains a small distance, hesitance in his steps

“ah, miko-sama, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he says. he pauses, then with his head tilted, one hand resting on his chin, he asks, “do you... remember me?”

                                     ❀ ⤑ ❝ @princevirtue

[jijinoke-blog]

an abnormal urge had overcome him today and, as a result, mikazuki finds himself bent down near the patch of dirt outside of his home, a bag of seed in one hand, a shovel in the other. slowly, mostly as a result of ineptitude, he begins to do something that can pass as gardening.

his attention is diverted slightly when he hears the door opening and a newly familiar sight walks out. not one to be rude, he smile and stands, wiping his slightly dirtied hands on the back of his casual garb to appear less unsightly. 

“ah, aerith-san, isn’t it?” he says, recognizing her as one of his many roommates. “heading out to the city?” he continues, “it is a rather nice day, and that’s why i... might have, as they say, bit off more than i could chew.” he tilts is head at the upturned dirt, the bag of seeds and shovel laying by the side. “i planned on gardening... then... i realize... i’m not even very familiar with how to use the shovel.” mikazuki laughs softly, then stops--

“oh my, have i been rambling?” he knows very well he has. “my apologies, please, continue what you are doing and don’t mind me.”

                                      ❀ ⤑ ❝ @cetraborn

[jijinoke-blog]

oh wow it’s only been forever since i was here and i’m ready to get things going again.

give this a tiny like and i’ll send a starter your way! feel free to message if you want some plots! capping this at two, previous interactions and castmates are exempt!

[jijinoke-blog]

"Mi~ka~zu~ki"

“nik~ka~ri~chan~”

“did you miss me?”

[jijinoke-blog]

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mikazuki. Won't you join me for tea?"

mikazuki’s mouth opens slightly, but then he purses them shut. the barest hint of a mischievous smile crosses his face. and he says, 

“ah… i’m sorry, who are you again?” 

[isolaradiale]

hey hey, without prior reserve, i would love to reapp old mikazuki munechika from touken ranbu. app can be found under /app

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Mikazuki!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 213.

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod altair.

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tiianfa‌:

          expression unchanging, he listens to the man recount the details of their journey that he already knew. but rather than irritation, he remains stoic as the other talks, neither affirming his words or answering his contemplative question, which, it seems, turned out to be rhetorical, anyway. he does not claim to know the minds of the military commanders who had sent this man to guard him, as though ‘guarding’ him were necessary. susabi briefly closes his eyes, ruminating on the strangeness. removed from the world he oversaw and stripped of the powers that define him, then placed once more in a newer world, still, with powers not his own. in a way, he is beginning to feel not quite like himself. the fleeting thought crosses his mind with some small amusement.

          ❝ you may call me susabi, ❞ he replies calmly && simply, long, thin tail swaying to and fro once behind him. in response, the ornaments hovering about him rotate and spin in a slow dance, like wind chimes in a gentle, passing breeze.

          without further ado, he steps forward, brushing past his guard and beginning to head for the outskirts of the city — south, the direction of the vermilion bird, towards yela alora. ❝ if it will take a day’s journey, then we should not waste time. ❞

a man of few words -- this will be interesting, mikazuki thinks. another smile creeps onto his face and he watches the quiet man walk past him towards the direction of the site in need of his help. without much hesitation, he follows him, silently agreeing that they shouldn’t waste time in this journey. they longer they dally, the more risk the kingdom is subjected to. 

so, there’s silence for the beginning of their journey, as mikazuki walks behind susabi, watching out for any threats that might emerge from any direction. his hand never strayed too far from the handle of his sword, deft fingers prepared to unsheathe whenever necessary. he has agreed to play the part of the guard and he intends to follow through with his word.

eventually, mikazuki breaks the silence, growing a bit bored during their quiet walk. he decides to play a little game with himself and see how many words he can manage to elicit from the ward he’s to protect. from behind, he asks, “susabi-sama, my superiors couldn’t quite explain what’s happening by the borders -- might i ask for you to explain what’s happening there and why you were sent? i understand there’s some issues they’re having, but what exactly is it?” 

[jijinoke-blog]

gallowsbough‌:

Her shoulders bowed with fatigue, but she immediately straightens at the sight of the swordsman. She dips into a shallow bow, then rasps, “Mikazuki…dono.” His manners were always impeccable, so she doesn’t feel uncertain by repeating the unfamiliar honorific. Though she does stare unabashedly, even if he does not.

Her laugh is dry and crackly, but not ingenuine. “I have been well enough, though…” This form tired so easily. It forced her to sleep daily like a mortal, and it was remarkably inefficient too—she starved for anything of substance. She’d been testing her ability on that tree, cultivating new boughs at a pitiful rate. What once came as easy as breathing was now a herculean task. “I feel like a juvenile again, re-learning this form.” She finds it equal parts frustrating and exciting.

Smiling gratefully at the swordsman’s offer, she takes a seat and accepts the cup with a soft thank you. She takes a sip. Mildly astringent with a hint of sweetness. She hums with satisfaction and takes a second mouthful, this time eyeing the snacks from over her cup’s rim before turning to him.

Even if he does not stare, she unabashedly does with a twinkle in her eye. “And yourself? What do you make of it all?”

at the sound of the raspy, unfamiliar voice, mikazuki curiously tilts his head, his smile widening as soon as he realizes what has changed with the person in front of him. a joyful laugh leaves those lips. he claps and says, “how wonderful it is to hear you speak, yggdrasil-dono!” with happiness on his face, he continues, “but i have to say, i am rather fond of your beautiful chimes, this is a surprising change.”

“ah… yes, i imagine it can be difficult to adjust to a radically different form…” he muses. personally, he only felt a little different and there isn’t enough care in him to learn everything about his new form. “what has changed, if i may ask?” he says. mikazuki lifts the cup of tea to his lips, taking a sip of the carefully prepared drink.

“myself… well,” his words fade, as he thinks it would be better to show his friend. one arm carefully pulls back the clothing along the arm of the other,  revealing the layer of scales that had grown overnight. he drops his sleeves, covering the scales once again.

observant eyes had noticed the friend eyeing some of his many cakes. without hesitation, he reaches into the basket, pulling out some snacks to share. he sets it in front of his friend, a small variety for her to choose from. “please, help yourself. i can’t finish this myself,” he says.

“it’s strange, sudden… ominous, isn’t it?” mikazuki picks up a piece of cake and nibbles, eyes now looking into the distance. “the world went from near collapse to telling us to prepare… and changing us into… this,” he recalls the voice of his first master speaking to him as he was drinking tea during the pseudo-breakdown – truly… inexplicable.

“how do you feel about this situation, yggdrasil-dono?”