THOUGH I MAY ROT ,

a harsh road to journey.

[moeyoken-a]

Leans against him for a nap. It's been a long day and she missed hanging with him.

not a day goes by is he astounded by whatever gentleness remains in him. berserker is not all cold faux flesh. he lets nicole be at ease in his company, shifting seamlessly to blanket her with the cleaner fabrics of his jacket. hijikata cannot lean back against her exactly, but he joins her in rest when he closes his eyes, chin dipping low slowly. for her own rest he remains still as a statue, a strange hearth.

@gamenu

[moeyoken-a]

"Ah, it's 'like me', hmm?" Ari tugs gently on a cheek, but she looks amused. "Does that mean I've gotten predictable?"

" if you did, that is not a bad thing. " he says, resisting a small yet quaint smile. " i am knowing you a bit better little by little. it means you are still you. " and it is good to know who is who and who is not. when time passes so idly by, a day can become decades. faces become memories, it is hard to tell what is real and what is not. hijikata likes some control in what he remembers when he fades to and from and returning to old friends. " at least i would hope so — nothing too dramatic happened while i was away? "

@devkanya

[moeyoken-a]

excuse koto as she just ----- tackles toshizo down ! with a giggle ! she's missed him.

" OOF — ! " he coughs out a grunt, feeling the brunt of koto's spirited embrace much in his abdomen. toshizō sighs soundlessly as he rolled his head back, and his hand patting her back in slow strokes. her giggle did not go unnoticed either. toshizō smiles a little smug as he hummed: " someone must have missed me. "

@dayrisen

[moeyoken-a]

/pinches hiji's cheek-

" haah? " hijikata half squinted at ari. it was bewildering to have his cheeks be pinched so. " ... but this would be like you. " he thought aloud.

@devkanya

[moeyoken-a]

ENJEEEEEE !!!!!

// HIII! so sorry for the delay, i hope you've been well ;;

@dayrisen

[moeyoken-a]

moe moe kyun bitch let me in

" not with that type of language. " not in this shinsengumi.

@irekaeru

[moeyoken-a]

‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ uh oh koto's coming for u dandy man

" i met an old woman back when i sold medicine. a painter from edo. " like koto, she said he was a beautiful thing. everything about him was beautiful, but the most beautiful were his eyes. they resemble wolf eyes, she said, black like the ink on my brush.

she showed it to him. told him to take a look. she painted his eyes. he sometimes got to watch her bony fingers attempt at capturing the shape, the thickness, the perfect brush strokes. hijikata leaned over to koto. he was so close, as if personal space was no longer a thing. his carmine wolf eyes bore deeply into hers. a blink and his lashes flutter, ink on a snow white canvas flickering up and down.

no, it still ain't right.

" what more do you see? tell me. " the old painter tended to get frustrated a lot. toshizō at the time thought she was marvelous. he could not get why she seemed so angry crumpling up her papers and throwing them off to the lonesome corners of her decrepit hut. " she said she was missing something in them. "

@dayrisen

[homeportmoved]

moeyoken​:

           “ … ”  it cannot be helped at this point, can it? the saving grace between this reluctant alliance is that love for modern weaponry: the duo without a doubt were two sides of the same coin, opposite temperaments notwithstanding. prying his lips apart, hijikata responds curtly:  

“ fine. ”

at his will the olympian armor and blade dissipates into ether, rejoining his spirit core, and is replaced with his typical attire. the gunlance naturally remained.  “  your demonstration is not necessary. i already made myself known to what it is for my own ‘strategies’. however, i would like to be present as you analyze and construct the upgrade.  ”

“ Gotcha! This will be the birth of a new alliance! I’ll call it the Shinsentai! If only Toshimaro was around to see this, it would be hilarious! ” Who cares if this man was probably kinda responsible for murdering some of Shinsaku’s buddies if he got to play around with some super futuristic gunlance? A shame his new found best friend decided to switch to a more normal outfit, though, but he guessed that this fancy-ass armor was probably a pain to move in.

Well, there was no time to waste, and Shinsaku, impatient as he was, was already dashing off to one of the training rooms. He wouldn’t mind firing the gunlance right here, but that would probably get them into some trouble. And it was wiser to test its specs in a better suited environment. 

[moeyoken-a]

oh how the mighty have fallen. hijikata really had to bite back his tongue here. suppress violent urges from ripping this smiling idiot to shreds. “ . . . hilarious is a way to put it. ” he mumbles bitterly. he folds his arms, scowling with a single squinting eye as he watches takasugi dash spiritedly away. a man of his word, hijikata follows suit with a hasty march.

let’s get this over with.

the duo were like day and night. one radiant sunshine and the other somber moonlight. berserker naturally ignored some of the surprise glances from servants who likely knew well of the mibu wolf’s distaste for satchou. hijikata was known to be a unique, rare case for a berserker, but this was a sight. “ alright. you know what you want to set up for testing, eh? ”  hijikata snapped with arms on his hips as he walked into the center of the training simulation. he turned on his heel, looking at takasugi.  “  ready whenever the hell you are.  ”

[vasprogeni]

      The dire expression on the samurai’s face speaks volume about their shared predicament. A malfunction in the most recent rayshift had separated various members of Chaldea, landing them into the unknown. Trees and greenery as far as the eye could see, and with no landmarks nearby there was little to communicate their place of arrival. He knits his brows as he awkwardly shifts in place before turning over to the taller man.

      ❝ Mm…I believe we are lost. I could sail through the treetops, but—… ❞ Despite his penchant for souring in battles, in truth heights make him feel uneasy. ❝ —…I will not leave a fellow man behind. You understand, yes? ❞ // @moeyoken

[moeyoken-a]

it need not be said he shares his exasperation. accidents happen as nothing is ever always smooth. this is not the first time a mishap befell rayshifting, and one may say it should be expected. in spite of that however, berserker would more than prefer not happen to him and his partner. with a light sigh, hijikata says, " i do. numbers, in this case, matter. " he surveys the sea of trees surrounding them in hopes of recognizing species and remembering what is native to where.

quickly that falls flat. the vice commander breathes sharply through his teeth. " however, you're in luck. " spoken as he approaches the tallest tree as he is not one to sit around, " sailing at your pace is impossible for me, but i can climb to the top with you to have a better look around. " he takes off his jacket, throws it around the trunk as a tight 'harness' as he begins to climb, " at least try to make out a direction we can start with. "

[chaieos-a]

“ he’s making a nest, you just have to deal with it. ”

[moeyoken-a]

“ ‘a nest’? the bird thinks he owns the place, t’sh. ” 

[chaieos-a]

“ he is mine.”

[moeyoken-a]

“ then by all means, take him back. ”

[chaieos-a]

“i did not lose him.”

[moeyoken-a]

“ then whose damn dove is this? ”

[moeyoken-a]

“  you lost antonio again?  ”

@chaieos

[moeyoken-a]

homeport​.

Looks like this got his attention. Seems like the demon vice-commander was surprisingly simple-minded. Well, despite past enmities, he didn’t exactly hold a grudge against those Shinsengumi guys, and was somewhat willed to join forces - if it proved to be entertaining enough. And this guy here seemed to be quite entertaining.

“ I got nothing to gain from lying to you, right? I mean, I like messing with people, but I like modern weaponry even more. ”

“ Hey, if you don’t trust me, I can show how my Noble Phantasm works and you can decide afterwards if you want to accept my offer. A free trial of Takasugi-Shinsaku-Support. You should feel pleasantly surprised now, Vice-Commander. ”

             “ . . . ”  it cannot be helped at this point, can it? the saving grace between this reluctant alliance is that love for modern weaponry: the duo without a doubt were two sides of the same coin, opposite temperaments notwithstanding. prying his lips apart, hijikata responds curtly:  

“ fine. ”

at his will the olympian armor and blade dissipates into ether, rejoining his spirit core, and is replaced with his typical attire. the gunlance naturally remained.  “  your demonstration is not necessary. i already made myself known to what it is for my own ‘strategies’. however, i would like to be present as you analyze and construct the upgrade.  ”

[moeyoken-a]

ball thrown up, and up in the air, her other hand placed upon her hip, face cocked to the side as semiramis eyes the avenger up and down; coy smile drawn upon her face.  ❛❛    don't be too dour later on.    ❜❜ changing her stance, legs just a little further apart though her eyes never leave Hjikata's, her expression just so much more determined.  ❛❛    i intend to win.    ❜❜

respite comes in waves as does chaos. a little too often for his restless taste, often finding himself absent minded in the circus in which the other servants cultivate. maybe he would get lucky once or twice, nowadays with the shinsengumi returning one by one, hijikata finds it easier to do the bare minimum in participating in shenanigans should he choose.

this time of leisure and pranks proved to be the most worthwhile in his book. something that takes real grit and strength.

" i could say the same to you. " a smirk curls at the corners of his lips. jacket and red leather off, sleeves rolled up, hands tight on the bat you can hear his gloves creak softly by the intensity of his grip. hijikata does not know jack shit about baseball but he is a fast learner. " don't disappoint me, empress: i like my victories earned. "

@chaieos

[moeyoken-a]

homeport​.

He certainly didn’t fail to notice that threatening aura, but he didn’t care enough to actually stop bugging the Berserker. Shinsaku got his priorities, and his priority here was this fancy sci-fi armor. And a simple ‘no’ was definitively not enough to stop him. 

“ Olympian Lostbelt, huh… ” He repeated, bouncing around the Vice-Commander like a hyper puppy as he examined the armor from every possible ankle. A shame he missed so many fun events, but he would get to join the future ones, right? 

“ Don’t be a party pooper, I can offer you something in exchange. You can check out the Proto-Arahabaki if you let me use the Gunlance. And if you let me analyse it, I might be able to strengthen it later on, too. See, cooperating with Takasugi Shinsaku sounds like fun, right? ”

              patience wears thinner than a spider’s thread. days can go by and the vice commander would find himself at a disbelief this annoying man was here now. he stood there, arms folded and foot tapping furiously while the red-haired archer circled around him tirelessly. once people like him latch on, they will never let go. 

if only, if only he could kill at least this once . . . !  

(  ?  )

“ strengthen? ”  red eyes flicker, wholly attentive to takasugi. hijikata’s brows raised in intrigue, but quickly his lips pursed and eyes flicked again before he lowered his gaze in thought.  “ you’re not pulling my leg here, are you brat? ”

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

yoshitaka amano