Zura ja nai!

The Young Noble of Fury. Katsura Kotarou. Affiliated with Citta Alveare.

[joyofthejoui]

Yorozuya Ja Nai, Joushishi Da!

[ginnotkin]

“LIKE HELL I DID! JUST HOW THICK HEADED ARE YOU?! DID YOUR BRAINS GET SCRAMBLED WHEN THEY BROUGHT YOU HERE?! SCRAMBLED EVEN MORE THAN THEY ALREADY WERE?! AND YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A SHIKAI YET! DON’T GO RANKING ME BELOW YOU WHEN YOU HAVEN’T EVEN LEARNED YOUR ZANPAKUTO’S NAME!”

Well, it was definitely Katsura. Gintoki could tell that much just from how absurd the conversation had become. Digging one finger into his nose, Gintoki simply gave his comrade a nonchalant stare.

“Oi, oi. Give me a break, will you? If there was a good enough plan to break out of here, I’d have done it by now. I’m biding my time and waiting for the right moment, get it? Just starting a revolution now won’t achieve much. Especially when they’ve sealed away my abilities. Without my kekkei genkai, I’m useless.”

YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A KEKKEI GENKAI! STOP USING NARUTO AND BLEACH LOGIC!

[joyofthejoui]

Katsura listens tolerantly to his friends rant, a knowing smile on his face. When Gintoki is done he holds up his fingers, counting off his rebuttals.

“One, I do have a shikai. My meditations under a icy waterfall led me to the Zanpaku-To Name Generator.  But I won’t share the URL if you’re not more respectful.

Two, you have not been here long enough to know whether revolution is possible.

Three. Stop being lazy. 

Four, you may think differently when this government begins to oppress you.”

“Five, I may be implying that I have established an alternate identy in this city as the Shinsengumi’s special military advisor, Zura Afurou, and may be forced to drop them a tip to raid the Yorozuya. I can only act for your own good, Gintoki.”

Having counted out the poins, he crosses his arms, waiting for Gintoki to admit defeat and come along with him. 

[joyofthejoui]

Oni out!

[coolheadedhozuki]

This huge city certainly has a lot of peculiar places. Hozuki didn’t mind wander, definitely curious and not scared. Eventually he would find a way back to Hell, but know the surroundings and gather information was also important.

It was by chance that he was in the arcade at that exact moment, staring deeply at a colorful and strange mirror showing the scene of a samurai and a demon engaged in intense fight. Maybe it was a gate to another world? A gate to Japan! The people in there were definitely japanese, and even some kanjis appeared randomly among the warriors. Probably enchantments.

He was ready to approach and check if he could go through the glass, so concentrated that he didn’t notice the fellow child until the setsubun was all over him. That was surely unexpected! He shouldn’t let his guard down even for a second…

He covered his face with arms trying to protect himself, but one of the beams reached his mouth and he swallowed it involuntary. Then, something even more unexpected happened.

It was tasty. Definitely tasty.

Calming down and looking better to the scene, he noticed… they were also colorful. Civilization certainly has evolved since his time, huh?

“Hey, throw some more this way.” He could make some use of satsubun of the future, no doubt. Whose side was lucky now?

[joyofthejoui]

Katsura had been feeling very brave throwing the beans right in the oni’s face. That courage begins to falter as the oni chew the beans without showing any sign of fleeing the building. 

He’s slowly backing up, preparing for the oni’s vicious attack, when the oni finishes chewing and asks for more. 

Katsura stares. Annoyance is rapidly replacing his original fear. 

“You are not supposed to do that!” 

“You are supposed to flee, not eat them. ” 

Katsura reaches his hand back into the jar to get another handful, but a strong large hand grabs his arm. He turns his face upwards to the burly security guard who has got him in his grasp. 

“What do you think you’re -” the security guard begins, then notices the young oni a little way off, surrounded by jellybeans. “You too! I ought to call the police on you both.”

[joyofthejoui]

☂ ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

Zura’s an all-weather warrior, outside no matter what the weather is. But I think warm, breezy, sunny days are his favourite. Less obstacles to whatever he’s doing, anyway. The breeze is important to give his hair a bit of motion.

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

His nice laugh: hanging out with his friends. Playing games and telling stories.

His nasty laugh comes out when he’s belittling someone and/or announcing his own triumph. It’s the laughter just when he’s about to blow up the Shinsengumi, for instance.

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[joyofthejoui]

Yorozuya Ja Nai, Joushishi Da!

[ginnotkin]

“..”

Wait.. Isn’t that a dummy? A dummy of Gin-san?! When did he bring the live action dummy of himself here?! Why is Katsura-san talking to it?! OI, SOMEONE MAKE SENSE OF THIS!

“Huh? Oh if it isn’t Zura. Sorry, had to run over from another thread. I didn’t think you’d be in this place too. So? What do you want?”

ARE YOU JUST NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN THE DUMMY? EXPLAIN IT, GIN-SAN! EXPLAIN IT RIGHT NOW!

[joyofthejoui]

Katsura looks back and forth between the two Gintokis.

“I see you’ve mastered the shadow-clone technique, Gintoki. Master Roshi would be proud. But you are still nothing without a proper Bankai.”

 (Jealousy is Katsura’s middle name. Katsura ‘Jealousy’ Kotarou.)

“I’ve come here to demand you close up this fake Yorozuya and come along with me. There’s trouble afoot in this city. We’re on the brink of revolution.

You can bring your shadow clone too,” he adds generously. 

[joyofthejoui]

Oni out!

@coolheadedhozuki

Meet Katsura Kotarou, Age Seven, Head of the Katsura family (and only member at the moment), a samurai with a storied descent from glorious ancestors, brilliant scholarship student in his domain’s elite school. (And although he doesn’t think of himself in this way, an impoverished orphan who stubbornly insists he can take care of himself)

He has no idea where he is. All his life he’s lived in a small town in Western Japan. They say that there are Sky People in Edo, but he’s never seen anyone but humans in his town. This place, with people of all shapes and colours milling around, is so confusing. How did he even get there?

Then he sees a familar sight in this shopping arcade. But it’s not a fellow human. 

That is ... That has to be an oni!

Grandma taught him all about oni. She’d told him some of the scariest stories, but also reassured him with her tales of how great samurai could take on even the most fearsome oni. 

This one  isn’t any bigger than him. A starter-oni, maybe. You started by defeating the Level One monster and moved up until you met the Big Boss.

How did you go about defeating an oni, though? Would smacking the oni with a wooden sword do anything at all? It might just make him more angry.

Setsubun. He already knows a surefire way to get rid of Oni. But where can he get roasted soy beans around here?

His eyes alight on a jar of jellybeans, with a sign asking people to guess how many are in the jar. Maybe jellybeans will work just as well. Quickly, he screws off the lid of the jar, and grabs a handful, then he runs over to where the oni is standing.

“ONI OUT! LUCK IN!”  he shouts, throwing the jellybeans in the oni’s face.

[joyofthejoui]

Yorozuya Ja Nai, Joushishi Da!

@ginnotkin

The Advertisement for the Yorozuya brings in a unexpected visitor.

“Gintoki! What are you doing here? How long have you been here?” 

He gestures at the job advertisement. 

“And how could you POSSIBLY think this should be your priority? This city has been waiting for a saviour to deliver it from slavery, not an odd jobs agency.”

[goosewithmanybells]

The sound of ‘leader’ was like music to Kagura’s ears; it feels like it had been ages since she’d heard it, but honestly, it had probably only been a few weeks for her.

Still clinging to the terrorist, even after the impact, she sits up a little, and gives him a rough shake.

“If you were here, yes, you should have shown yourself sooner!”

She’s definitely not crying, you know, there’s just something in her eye. Pulling back her hands, she’s about to berate him more, but his words stop her. She lifts her chin a bit, still sitting on Katsura, and turns her head to look around.

“Tar and feathers, uh-huh? Are they going to dress up as a chicken? They should think of their poor mother who would have to clean up after them, yes!”

The girl picks herself up off of her friend.

[joyofthejoui]

“I’ve put up Joui recruitment posters!” he protests. ”You haven’t seen any of them? I wonder if Kawakami is ripping them down again.” 

Standing up, he inspects his kimono, and begins to brush the dust from the street off as best as possible. 

The angry mob is now a confused mob. But one determined member of the group yells out “STAND ASIDE, GIRL! WE’RE GOING TO TEACH THAT MAN A LESSON FOR CHEATING AT BINGO!”

[headphonehitokiri]

just you.

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[joyofthejoui]

*screams forever* Oh, Bansai.

[anghelofjudecca]

“Well met, Noble of Fury.”

“The Hour of Judgment draws ever closer.” Anghel coolly brushed shards of glass off of his jacket, looking over at Katsura. “We must take up arms and locate the White Warlocks on this, their Chosen Battleground!”

Stepping further into the venue, some people inched away from him, and some full-on ran over to the snack room. This was raised now from the level of Ridiculous to Unwelcome Disturbance, if the window shattering hadn’t put it there already. Noting the scenery, Anghel paused.

“… first, we must assure the civilians there is no reason for fear.” Looking at Katsura solemnly, he gave a nod of affirmation. “They must put faith in us, the Sacred Warriors that protect this Holy Ground! We must gain their respect… and attention.”

Anghel inched back a tiny few steps.

“… you may begin first, valiant member of the Holy Battalion.”

[joyofthejoui]

Despite Anghel’s gracious welcome, Katsura couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable in his basketball uniform. He would fight for the side of goodness and light with all his heart, but perhaps he could  first take a short break to go find a set of samurai armour, There was some in the fancy-dress shop a few blocks away, wasn’t there? 

Before he could ask Anghel about the time-limit on the Hour of Judgment, though, he was given a command. Anghel was wise as well as valiant. The seething mob of people were on the verge of panic. If they were not reassured, they would break into hysteria. And what of the White Warlocks? Did they plan to take the people of Hive City hostage in this room?

“I will shepherd the civilians to safety Have no fear,” he assured Anghel. 

He turned to the discomfited crowd.

“There’s a $40,000 prize for the person to shoot the most hoops. Opening round, ten tries per person. Out in the parking lot, tonight only.” 

In a good cause, lies are forgivable.

[joyofthejoui]

Unforgivable - Group thread with Zura, Bansai, Kaito

[whxtscolor]

“W– Wait, what?”

Look, the further things go here, the more confused the android gets. He doesn’t get it–why is he being asked ‘do you know who this man is’ on both ends here? Isn’t the answer to that obvious? Or… perhaps not.

There’s not really time to think about it, or much of anything, really, as there’s suddenly a stream of accusations flying, and the most he can really do for a second is continue to stare at the two men with that same, puzzled expression on his face.

“Um… Well, you know, I already know what he does–” Wait a second, here.

“H-Hang on a second, that last matter is– I mean, shouldn’t that be–?!”

He doesn’t really want to outright say that stealing a bottle of Pocari shouldn’t be the most pressing issue here, because that would be rude.

But honestly. 

[headphonehitokiri]

Huh, he thought more would be brought up than that… it seems Katsura is showing some tact after all. None of this even feels hypocritical enough to throw back at him, either. Bansai keeps a bored count of the accusations: apparently subjective, less true here than in past contexts, true, true, very true, true but let’s not get into that–

And… what, now?

Seeming unconcerned by all this is the best way to avoid having any onlookers take it too seriously, and of course he doesn’t want Kaito worrying (nothing can save him from being confused, though), and he was going to sit this out as is only polite when one’s own faults are the topic of discussion, but there’s something that needs to be clarified.

He clears his throat. “I’ll ask that you refrain from distorting the truth here, Katsura-san. I do not recall ever stealing any Pocari.”

[joyofthejoui]

“Let me jog your memory.

Long ago, our nation was known as the land of the samurai. The dream-filled Edo skies, upon which the samurai once gazed, were now filled with the ships of the Amanto, beings that suddenly invaded and rose to power. And now these arrogant aliens walked the streets of the city. The samurai lost their swords, status, and even their honor… but in this city there was one man who still fought on, seeking to raise up the spirits of his comrades on the greatest battlefield of all, the basketball court.”

“Yes, it was I, Katsura Kotarou, the Young Point Guard of Fury! I rallied my teammates to the brink of victory. No matter how much I cheered them on, I kept my vocal cords in shape with the sweet chilled Pocari. But our victory was not to be. The night of the championship game, I had drank four bottles of Pocari. The pressure on my bladder was unbearable. Slipping away to the men’s room, I left my final un-opened bottle of Pocari on the edge of the bench. I suspected no evil, but when I returned the bottle was gone. Within minutes, my voice turned hoarse, and disaster soon followed. Our team was defeated.”

An odd smile appeared upon his face.

“But do you know what I have since learned? I questioned several witnesses, and they all agreed that they’d seen a juvenile delinquent with sunglasses and large headphones leaving the place with a full bottle of Pocari. No one knew his name, just that his hair looked ridiculous, as if he spent hours in front of the mirror styling it to look just right.”

“The sunglasses and the headphones are the same. Your hairstyle may have changed, but that attitude has not. All these years I have looked for the man who took my Pocari. And now?

Kawakami Bansai, you owe me 250 yen!”

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

[MINI EVENT] PRODEGRESSION

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the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

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[hassurumassuru-blog]

LET’S BALL!!

[hassurumassuru-blog]

Juushimatsu wasted no time following the man under the table. It was a bit difficult though given the thickness of the ball costume but eventually he managed to stuff himself under as well gaining them slightly weirded out looks.

“ !! So how do we liberate them??? “ he asked as he closed the distance between Katsura and him.

“ Could we pull the pants down? Maybe that’s where they’re hiding them!! I hear there might jewels under there too!! Like… heirlooms or something!!“

Well, depending on the person there might indeed be balls in there… Just not the kind of balls they were really talking about… Or jewels for that matter.

[joyofthejoui]

It was uncomfortably squishy under the table once Juushimatsu had joined him. And there were no balls in sight. 

Certainly, there were balls under the pants, but they were the wrong type, the sort whose exposure eventually added up to a PTA protest and a move to a later time slot. 

He grabbed at Juushimatsu’s costume to restrain him from any sudden attacks, 

“Excuse me? What have you got in there?” A sudden suspicion seized him as he felt something round and hard inside. “Are those BALLS? You’re hiding balls in there!”

“I trusted you, Juushimatsu, like you were my own brother, and all this time you’ve been working for the enemy!”

[joyofthejoui]

† = How the character feels about murder

It’s completely wrong! Murder is never justified.

Well, except, he has killed or caused people’s deaths, many deaths. And from other people’s points of views, he’s a murderer. Those he killed in open battle, he can justify the most, but he was also a terrorist who bombed Amanto embassies. If he somehow avoided killing civilians it was by luck. Canon doesn’t specify how his previous bombings ended.

And he was stopped by his friend Gintoki just on the cusp of trying to blow up Edo’s spaceport, so he’s had the intent to murder a wide swath of the population, just he was made to stop and take a good look at what he was doing before he actually did it.

For more than a decade, he’s been a leader of the Joui rebel movement in Japan, whipping up people’s anger and emotions against the government, and while he’s personally rediscovered his humanity and morals, what responsibility does he bear for the deaths that have resulted from this situation? He confronts this in canon when he meets and falls in love with the widow of a man killed in a terrorist incident.

So, he’s 100 percent against murder, but he’s been to the dark side there, and understands the temptation and guilt involved from the murderer’s side. 

[headphonehitokiri]

Examine! a basketball

>Pick up

It’s… spherical. You’re not sure what else to say for it. It bounces well, but not too well or the sport would be made… rather interesting, to say the least. On the whole, everything about it is ideal for the sport it was designed for. Obviously. And it hurts when it hits people, dammit.

But not as much as a helicopter does, you have to say. As far as improvised weapons that have hit you go, that still holds the record there. Katsura needs to try harder next time– or, no, that is not an invitation.

>Throw

Farewell, ball. You hope someone brings it back to where it belongs. Alternatively, that someone trips over it.

[joyofthejoui]

Alt!

My first and longest Gintama muse, Takasugi Shinsuke.

“All these glaringly brilliant cities run into each other after a while. Edo. Alpha Centauri. Hive City. Is there any difference?”

He takes another puff on his kiseru. 

“Not when they’ve all been reduced to ashes.” He begins to laugh. There is nothing remotely happy about that high-pitched and gasping giggle. It would be much better if he’d just cry.

Despite writing Takasugi for two years straight, I picked Katsura for Citta instead. Takasugi wouldn’t interact properly here. Once he discovered there was no way he could find out, he’d just withdraw into himself. It’d be pathetic and boring. Plus @headphonehitokiri as Bansai is developing in very interesting ways without a Takasugi to give meaning to his life. 

[joyofthejoui]

(≧∇≦) ( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ )

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

Petting cute animals, babysitting kids, playing casual sports and games with friends, cosplay, making onigiri (with friends), marathon TV watching sessions, getting drunk (with Gintoki and Sakamoto), practicing his swordsmanship, bothering the Shinsengumi.

Katsura is really the easiest person in the world to make happy. He just likes doing things with friends. He was a serious very lonely orphan child whose world opened up when his friend Gintoki forced him to start having fun with his friends his age, instead of always being responsible and serious. 

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

Katsura tends to make friends very easily, and in the weirdest places. Back home, for example, he has slowly won over the very people he’s supposedly fighting: the Shinsengumi, the Bakufu’s police commisioner, and the Shogun himself. 

Here in Hive City, he wants to dismantle the Shinsengumi from the inside, so I hope he’ll become friends with people connected to the Shinsengumi. Of course, he has no idea that will happen, because he doesn’t understand that he tends to gravitate to people he fights with.