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Hotarumaru | 蛍丸 Touken Ranbu RP Blog Affiliated with Città Alveare Status: Nobody Housing: i-4 Weapon: Wooden Sword

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There was nothing wrong with childish annoyance, but it was Hotarumaru’s smile that the Saniwa was really after. Catching sight of it was enough to make him break into one of his own, surrendering the diminutive sword to his own devices. He was here, Hotarumaru was here. There was more to it than that, a lot more to worry about, but – they were here.

He reached out his hand to smooth over the oodachi’s hair, an unhesitant apology for the damage done before.

‘It’s good to see you, Hotarumaru. I missed you,’ he said. It wasn’t him alone that the sentiment was meant for, but something about Hotarumaru’s personality made it easier, saying those things. 

‘I’d like to say that you seem fine, but…’

The Saniwa’s hand stilled suddenly, almost as if in worry. It was a tense moment that he invited on the two of them, glancing down with a strange look –

‘Have you gotten shorter?’

– and coming back with another smile, this one even keener.

He really couldn’t help it.

‘If you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll really shrink,’ rang his ominous warning, far too ridiculous to actually be a threat. He resumed his gentle motions, merciless. ‘And then what will you do?’

‘This isn’t home, so you can’t let your guard down.’

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“Me, too... I missed you, too!” After leaning into the other’s palm, soaking in as much of that gentle touch as he could, Hotarumaru was no quicker to cling to the Saniwa’s front, tiny fingers curled tightly onto his robes. Being in the semblance of a child, this was no foreign action at all, plushy cheeks nuzzling and brimming with a bright pink hue. In the end, he really loved getting attention like this... Of course, until he was being teased again. (And this time so convincingly!)

“Hunh..?! Y-you’re kidding..” Looking troubled, tiny brows furrowed as he assessed the situation, he couldn’t take it lightly. If it was so serious that it would begin to effect his performance, then..! --No, no. That just wasn’t anyway to think! If there was a problem, then Hotarumaru had to put in twice, or even thrice, the effort!

“No matter how small I become, I’ll still work hard. Especially now that you’re here; I have to protect you, no matter what! Ah, unless.. you think I should be replaced..? If I’m too small, will I be of not use to you, Master?” There was always two sides to a coin, and if the Saniwa thought he could get away with such a cruel joke without some heart-wrenching repercussions, well.. he had another thing coming.

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He heard the word and just shrugged, looking away. Stubborn, rude… whatever Hotarumaru wanted to call it, it was whatever. It was all true.

Ookurikara started to ignore whatever the Oodachi was doing, no longer interested. Well, he wasn’t really interested in the first place. Maybe Hotarumaru would finally take a hint and leave.

… Fat chance.

Before Ookurikara was aware of exactly what happened, he suddenly felt cold, fizzy liquid blasting at his person, drenching him completely. His clothes were soaked, making them stick unpleasantly to his dark skin. It felt disgusting.

As though in slow motion, Ookurikara turned his head back to look at Hotarumaru, but with a glare in place of his usual apathy. Did Hotarumaru do that on purpose?

The glare didn’t last as long as it normally would, though. He soon felt stinging in his eyes – not from the soda necessarily – and knew. He was tearing up out of frustration. Shit. Trying to keep cool, he spoke and kept his voice very even. 

“… Towel. Now.” 

[lostoodachi-blog]

Aaah--!? Oh boy, at that initial heated response, Hotarumaru was bracing himself more than ever for the eruption he presumed was about to happen-- Which didn’t. On the contrary, Ookurikara... was crying?! Yes, there were tears gathering in the tachi’s eyes, Hotarumaru not knowing if he should’ve been laughing, or stating the obvious return of bad karma. (Of which neither really happened.) Instead, the oodachi sighed, a smile unavoidable as he agreed to the demand, however.. “Where do you have them stashed in your living space, Ookurikara-san?” They didn’t want him trekking in sticky soda, after all.

[lostoodachi-blog]

Waning Firefly

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“Namazuo…? Sorry, I’m not him, whoever he is.”

But at least the boy was speaking and aware of his surroundings… That was a good sign.

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe you shouldn’t be moving so much, though… You don’t want to risk reopening your wounds.”

“I found you passed out on the street and bleeding… You were in pretty bad shape, so I brought you here. I’m glad you’re okay now.”

“I’m Tasuku, by the way. Is there anything I can get you? Anything to drink, or something to eat, or…?”

[lostoodachi-blog]

“No need to worry. I’m very strong.” It was always difficult for one like Hotarumaru to explain his position. He wasn’t an ordinary child, as much as his likeness and personality could state otherwise. The personification of a sword was a strange existence, indeed, but it was one that Hotarumaru was proud of, blessed even. 

“Tasuku-san... I’m Hotarumaru. My repairs are going swimmingly so I will be fine.” Mustering a smile as he sensed the good will emanating from the other, the small oodachi’s stomach gave a low rumble, cheeks dusting over a faint peach all the while. “... I am hungry though..”

[lostoodachi-blog]

Waning Firefly

[shiningpunisher]

An extended shopping trip had lasted into the late evening, Tasuku emerging from one of the stores empty-handed and disappointed. Even with the Future Force back under his control, it would still pay to have an actual weapon on hand to fall back on… But he had had no luck in securing one just yet.

As he navigated the winding streets, he noted that it was rather quite for the district today; he was the only one on the street. The solitude (well, technical solitude, as Jack’s presence was always lingering at the back of his mind) was enjoyable in itself, bringing about a sense of tranquility as he gazed up into the purple sky, streaked with splashes of faded orange and the beginnings of stars.

“…?

His walk was interrupted by a series of distant, guttural growling, which preceded the distinctive sounds of a fight. Was it monsters again…? Had they attacked someone else?

Tasuku started in the direction of that sound without another word. If someone needed help, then…!

But by the time he had gotten there, the brawl seemed like it had been long over. Disturbing still, were the splotches of red that he could just faintly make out under the lamp light. Blood…?

“…!”

The horrifying reality hit Tasuku like a brick when he saw the small child curled into himself, whimpering. He immediately ran over, kneeling by the boy’s side.

“Hey…! Are you alright…?!” There was barely a response. “Stay with me… You have to hang in there! …Jack!”

Jackknife Dragon materialized at his side as he gathered the child into his arms. 

“Let me guess… The hospital?”

“Please! We have to hurry!”

“Alright. But let’s make sure these trips don’t become a habit, yeah?”

–

“Thank you for your help.”

He bowed deeply to the staff before taking a seat by the boy’s side. He was deathly pale, but his condition had been stabilized–there would be no more danger to his life.

Still… To think that even someone as young as him would…

His train of thought interrupted by a small groan, Tasuku looked up from his seat at the stirring boy, offering a warm smile.

“Hey… How do you feel?”

[lostoodachi-blog]

Hotarumaru’s consciousness eventually slipped into a vulnerable state of numb unawareness, left to the devices of whatever patron, good or bad, that may have come across him. Luckily enough for this tiny oodachi, it was a trustworthy soul with no ill-intent, housed safely in the likes of a hospital room, wounds all patched up and no longer a threat towards his life.

“Hey… How do you feel?”

That voice..? “ ..Nama.. zuo...?” Groggily sitting upright, Hotarumaru flinched ever so slightly at the bruises making him ache, opening his heavy, emerald hues to see the likes of an unfamiliar face sitting beside him. Automatically straightening himself a little bit, despite the soreness, he fought to remain polite and formal, just as his Master would have liked him to.

“Oh... my apologies. I’ve mistaken you for a friend... did you save me?”

[lostoodachi-blog]

Night Dance

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Nightfall had come almost too quickly that evening, sneaking up on Hotarumaru as he was now prancing down the streets with nimble speed. It was no longer safe to idle here any longer. As the final shrouds of light were swallowed by the swimming shadows, that’s when the monsters came out to dine. Whether or not they were human or animal, well... a meal was a meal, wasn’t it? But Hotarumaru refused to be their victim.

“Toh!” As he lashed out at the closest bounding monster that aimed at his head, he sent it flailing back with a powerful blow from his wooden sword replica, landing on his heels with practiced ease. That was one... but there was another he was sure of it-- “Wahh!” Incredible... it had managed to sneak by him and now striking from over head, Hotarumaru raising his sword defensively as he prepared for impact.

[lostoodachi-blog]

Waning Firefly

Namazuo and Honebami had yet to return to the apartment, the sun now set as an eerie darkness settled over the quieting streets. Apprehension filled Hotarumaru’s gut as he sat anxiously by the window, the two wakizashi still no where in sight. He was beginning to worry... Maybe I’ll go look for them... it’s better than doing nothing. Taking off on his first prerogative, dressing up as he fixed his uniform and cape, Hotarumaru secured the wooden replica sword at his back, fastening his cap as he dashed off, polished shoes tapping down the steps to the exit. For someone so petit, Hotarumaru still warranted a deceptively powerful presence, carrying himself well and balanced as he made his way into the now vacant boulevard. It was quiet... numbingly so. There was seldom a living soul besides himself, cautiously watching each step as his ears listened for any abnormality... And just as Hotarumaru expected, there was motion within the shadows themselves--and in a heartbeat, he was met with those creatures that dominated the night. The inhuman monsters far more frightening than any demon he had ever come to face. “Toh..!” Though the wood would not cut as effectively as his signature oodachi, Hotarumaru was still able to strike at vitals and flailing limbs hard enough to render his enemies immobile. As he fought on a whim, he couldn’t help but wonder if Namazuo and Honebami had gotten caught off guard by these monsters as well..?

“E... eh..?” A searing pain blossomed at Hotarumaru’s side in that moment of lost concentration, the pungent scent of iron overwhelming his tongue and nostrils. His lungs were on fire, functionality and registry now strangely amnesiatic for a split few seconds as he forgot how to breathe altogether.  Crashing to the ground and reflexively rolling back onto his knees, the small oodachi coughed painfully, blood spewing from his trembling lips as he desperately gasped air. That... that really hurt... “.. Hehehe, you're good... but!” ----

Eventually, the battle had been taken care of. Breathing labored and uneven, Hotarumaru had lay waste to the purge that had slunk back into their respective shadows, leaving him mildly injured as he attempted to carry himself back towards the residency. Each step seemed like five more, every time he put one foot in front of the other taking up so much more effort than usually needed.. Blood was oozing down his injured side that he held so tenderly. And as he finally felt his legs collapse underneath him, tiny body toppling over onto the pavement, Hotarumaru could only whimper in discomfort, suddenly remembering Namazuo’s words vividly.

”...But our Master isn’t here, no… So we have to be extra careful. There’ll be no one to repair us if we get injured.”

Master...... help...

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Hotarumaru is a force to be respected. For all his deficiencies in size, he’s as tough as any oodachi can be, terrifyingly strong the moment he enters the battlefield. Countless times has the Saniwa depended on his power, and countless times has the blade pulled through for him, delivering them to victory with every confidence. Hotarumaru is powerful. Hotarumaru is intense.

Hotarumaru is something you can’t help but tease.

‘Hm? That’s odd,’ the Saniwa says, bracing an arm on top of Hotarumaru’s head as he leans in. He’s behind the sword, making his presence known as he stares out into the bright-lit city before them.

‘I thought I saw Hotarumaru around here, but…’

His words linger, and he leans more against the oodachi, heaving a disappointed sigh.

‘I guess not…’

‘I wonder where he could’ve gone?’

lostoodachi

[lostoodachi-blog]

His heart still yearned for home, and for the familiar scenery he had once been graced with growing acquainted to. Though the Hive was so much more technologically advanced and convenient, the concrete and smog couldn’t compare to the open pastures of lush green. It was suffocating here, and the more the days dwindled on, Hotarumaru didn’t think he’d ever make it bac-- “Oof..!” Interrupting his thoughts so suddenly was the feeling of a heavy weight leaning purposefully atop of him; teetering to and fro to keep his balance, Hotarumaru also felt his knees shake as he fought to stand upright. Just what dastardly force would try and sneak up on him preemptively..?!

“D-don’t..! I’ll shrink!” Pawing at the arms pushing down on him like condensed gravity, it didn’t even occur to the little oodachi just what presence he was in. After being so caught off guard and teased, he was too preoccupied with huffing and puffing that he didn’t even think to recognize the Saniwa behind him. That is, until the call of his name in that particular tone caught his ears.

‘I thought I saw Hotarumaru around here, but…’ ‘I guess not…’

That voice...?

“Eh..? Eeeeh?! Master?!!” Childish eyes lighting up as a bright, enthralled smile adorned his face, Hotarumaru squirmed about excitedly as he attempted to turn and face the said Saniwa in greeting. “Master! Master..! You’re here!”

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Horribly sum up your muses personality in a short sentence

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Sorry here’s a 1:30:00 timer.

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Sentences: 'You stole that from me.' (If you want!)

“It’s only stolen if you can catch me, Master..!”

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Loading Hotarumaru onto his back, Namazuo made sure the smaller boy was snug and secure before he began walking.

“Nope! You’re light as a feather. Leave things to me and rest up, okay? I’ll bring you some place nice and warm where you can sleep comfortably.”

Honebami shouldn’t be too mad, right…? After all, they all had to help each other. 

“Go ahead and sleep all you want until we get there, Hotarumaru.”

And he began walking.

[lostoodachi-blog]

“Okayyy....” Pressing his nose into the back of Namazuo’s shoulder, the tiny oodachi closed his eyes and allowed for his body to relax. At least this was going to be a significant improvement from sleeping out in the streets... When push came to shove, Hotarumaru couldn’t have denied such kind offerings from Namazuo’s side. “G’night..”

[cittamemes]

Send me a sentence for my character’s reaction:

I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

You’re scaring me.

[xookurikara-blog]

He was well aware that it wasn’t nice. That was mostly why he said it. Maybe it’d make Hotarumaru leave him alone. Of course, that backfired… as it always did. He stayed quiet as Hotarumaru glared and pointed the bottle at him. It seemed the shota wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.

In honesty, Hotarumaru’s words didn’t really reach Ookurikara. Team building… meant trust. And trusting others wasn’t something he could do so easily. The idea of connecting with them – bonding with them, even – left unease in the pit of his stomach.

He didn’t want to make friends with the others. Not with the possibility that he may lose them somehow. Going through that grief after he lost Mitsutada was almost too much for him to bare. So, he came to the conclusion that it was best if he just stayed distant from the rest. That way, he could avoid experiencing that terrible pain again.

“… I can serve our Master without the need to be friendly with the rest of you,” he said carefully. 

[lostoodachi-blog]

Whereas this one had his hooves planted firmly--worse than even the most unfriendliest of mares Hotarumaru had ever tended to--Hotarumaru had a sense of persistence all of his own. He wasn’t going to be dissuaded now that he had of sense of purpose in this meeting.

“Stubborn..” Attempting to get the canned beverage open for himself, Hotarumaru had been completely unaware of its contents--which Namazuo certainly would have known, right?--prying open the pin and watching with widened eyes as the fizzing liquid (soda pop..?!) burst out from its released container--it then proceeded to soak the tachi before him, drenching him down in the dark brown drink, Hotarumaru ultimately speechless. Uh oh..

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Unable to help but chuckle as he watched Hotarumaru devour his meal, Namazuo tucked into his own cheeseburger, savouring the taste that filled his mouth. Meals definitely were much more enjoyable in company that also enjoyed the food…

“Right? Cheeseboogers are great, aren’t they? Oh, you got some on your mouth. Here…”

Dabbing at the corner of Hotarumaru’s mouth with a napkin, any ignorant onlooker would’ve assumed they were brothers. Indeed, while Namazuo was no Ichigo, he was still one of the older of the Toushirous, and with that came responsibility. The tiny Hotarumaru simply brought that instinct out.

“Tired?” He smiled at the sleepy, content countenance. “Do you want me to carry you home now?”

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Obediently still as Namazuo fussed over him, Hotarumaru could only nod at the following inquiry, rubbing at his drooping eyelids. 

“Hmm... mm... yes, please....” Sliding off of his seat and dropping onto his heavy feet (he hadn’t known how exhausted he was until he had sat down!), the small oodachi waited for the other to get into position, climbing onto his back and wrapping his arms gently around his shoulders. Namazuo was really warm.. “I’m not too heavy?”

[lostoodachi-blog]

*pats*

“Ohh? Are you enjoying yourself, Yasusada-san?”

[xookurikara-blog]

He could tell the kid was trying to be nice, but Ookurikara couldn’t help but wonder when people would stop trying to be nice to him all together. He stared at the small Oodachi with a rather annoyed look on his face, not really caring at all what their Master wanted them to do while they weren’t on the battle field.

“Namazuo can take these and shove them up his ass,” he said flatly, ignoring Hotarumaru’s question completely.

[lostoodachi-blog]

“Ookurikara-san, that’s not nice at all..” Hotarumaru was always the polite one, even in the face of such a stubborn lonewolf such as this particular tachi. Pointing the canned beverage at him, as he would his own blade, in warning, usually kind, large eyes narrowed as his tone evened out. Disrespecting the Saniwa’s wishes... was like disrespecting her directly! And that was unforgivable.

“We may not be fighting against the enemy right now, but team building is still important! We have to help one another. Without Master around, if one of us got damaged, who’s gonna repair us? That’s why you can’t act like such a loner!”

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