第六天魔王

Demon Archer Oda Nobunaga Giant -

[owarinooutsuke]

ringlettine·:

     It’s difficult for Marie not to smile whenever Nobu lets out one of her loud, bellowing laughs. Never tied down with the weight of regrets, like a shooting star that could never be caught by onlookers down below. Onlookers like Marie, filled with admiration, and perhaps a speck of buried envy.

     All in all, Nobu’s company uplifted her unlike anyone else.

     “A Queen must always be prepared for what’s to come.” Whether that be an execution or simple crafting. 

      “A skull? How creative! Perhaps another time once you’ve practiced enough. Now, then…” Marie crouches next to the other. A small moment is given to place a kiss gently to the paper before coaxing it into the waters.

     The night beckons the lanterns into its unknown depths, somewhere those from the past might see…

     “…–What?!”

     Jolting back violently in a way unfitting of the situation, Marie wears a face of concern as she fights with something wrapped around her wrist. “Miss Nobu, I think some seaweed… Hmm…” Quite the relentless seaweed.

     Actually, most people should be prepared for what’s to come-- is what Nobunaga would have said had she not decided to stay quiet as the queen joined her side and delivered to those whom Nobunaga remembered fondly a soothing, gentle gesture.

And with but a push, that paper lantern soon drifted away.

Like the lives of those whom had fallen in Nobunaga’s time, the small, candle-lit object would burn out. But, was it not of some worth to construct it? Was there no merit in putting it together, despite it’s inevitable journey across the sea, where it would eventually sink?

... She understood the meaning of these lanterns, then. What they represented.

Such small, finite things. Just like one’s life was.

...

ANYWAYS, such inspirational thoughts were soon cut short when Marie’s voice grew shrill, and Nobunaga’s head quickly turned as her body jerked away. ... Now, while she wasn’t as fast as a certain sakura-haired swordsman, Nobunaga’s quick draw skills were decent.

Decent enough to draw her Heshikiri and deliver a slice to that so-called weed of the sea.

“Marie, that’s not seaweed!” Nobunaga shouts, easily recognizing what she was looking at beyond the mess of algae and slime. “That’s... an arm!?”

     For one who has seen her fair share of corpses, she knew what she was looking at. A decrepit, bloated arm, now flopping on the ground like a dead fish. But... if an arm had suddenly sprung up from the water, then... what else was down there with it?

... Nobunaga quickly pulls Marie back, away from the water.

“And if there’s an arm, then there’s bound to be a body, too...!”

[owarinooutsuke]

anglerfishnabe·:

To say that Ogata would have forgotten having met someone calling herself Nobunaga Oda. A short meeting it was but her like the name her personality is a little too strong to easily forget. He might be far less annoyed - he’s not sure, he doesn’t know her well enough to constitute an opinion - if she weren’t intruding in the middle of his job. 

“ What, should I have applied for a host instead then? “

“ There are far less options for a sniper than back at where I come from but I still need to earn my wage - bullets don’t grow in trees. “

Nor does cat food. Why does it have to be so expensive anyway. That thing isn’t picky, she eats carcasses from ground. He bets if he threw a several days old rat corpse in front of her she’d be eating it in the matter of few seconds, that dumbass.

“ Anyway, I’m working so if you’re not getting in won’t you scram off? “ 

“If there aren’t any options to work as a sniper, then why would you be spending money to buy bullets anyways?!” Nobunaga finds his response incredulous, but laughs it off despite such. Ahhh, he really was work-minded, wasn’t he?

... Or rather, he just seemed to be the type that was easy to annoy.

Those kinds of guys were always great, weren’t they?

“Fine, fine, I get it. I did plan on entering, actually-- so if you don’t mind...”

“See you in a while, Sniper-chan!”

     With a wink, Nobunaga sticks out her tongue and heads in, disappearing behind the doors of the establishment in the blink of an eye, as if she was eager to leave Ogata alone.

... But, of course, that wasn’t true. Far from it.

Because, at least ten minutes later, one of the staff from the host club would peek their heads out from the doors, tentatively asking Ogata to come inside.

A customer was asking to see him, and was quite adamant that it was him, of all people.

[owarinooutsuke]

yeahgen·:

Walking with a stiff leg was even slower than rolling around in a wheelchair. It also made it harder for Yagen to react in time, so he only managed to half-turn when the scarlet caped menace came leaping at his backside.

‘Nobu–’ WHAM!

His cane goes flying, as do their limbs. By the time Yagen can see again, he’s lying on the ground with his ex-master on top of him.

‘Nobunaga-san…’

‘What are you doing h–’ Crack.

His glasses broke. 

“Uhahahuuooooh?!”

     Her laughter transformed mid-way into a cry of surprise as the two came crashing to the ground like a small tree, and the warlord found her sitting on top of the wounded sword like a cat with it’s prey caught under it’s paws.

... Well! Looks like that cane wasn’t for show, after all?!

And wasn’t that the sound of something breaking, as well? That distinct crack-like noise.

“... Ahaa...”

“I just happened to see you and decided to say hello, naturally!”

     Yeah she’s. Going to ignore that. Quickly, she stands up.

“And, uh, I thought to test your reflexes! ... Err, and I guess you failed. Yeah. ... But, since it looks like you’re injured, I can overlook it! Wahaha!”

[owarinooutsuke]

     There seemed to be some sort of commotion going on about gifts lately-- and not just because Christmas was right around the corner, either. It seemed like somehow, people all over were finding presents with the ability to grant wishes... or, something like that.

Nobunaga wasn’t too sure of the specifics, to be honest.

But! To say she wasn’t interested would be a lie, of course! That’s why, naturally, she would go out to find her own out there-- wherever it was, anyways. ... Right after a nap, anyways!

It’s not like Servants needed to sleep, of course, but in the comfort of her own home, bundled up with blankets, and with the heater cranked up high to counter the Winter chill... ahh, really, just a few minutes! Just a few more minutes...! ... Such were Nobunaga’s final thoughts.

Her final thoughts until she awoke up seven hours later, anyways.

“Yuh...”

     Sitting upright, drool leaking from her mouth, the diminutive Servant blandly stares at the wall nearby... and gazes soon at the clock. Nobunaga screams as the blankets fly off her.

“WHAT!? Did I really sleep that long?! Most of the day’s already gone by! Damn it, where was Nobukatsu to wake me up?! If he let me sleep in, I’ll--”

     Cutting herself off as she stood, Nobunaga... found herself tumbling to the floor.

That’s odd. Her clothes felt so... loose. Had she taken them off in her sleep? ... No, no, something was odd. Her pants felt so baggy, and her sleeves... were they always this long?

“... Eh?”

“Did I shrink?!”

     In a sense, yes, she did shrink. But, to be more precise...

For some reason, Nobunaga had become a child again!

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH???”

@nobunagastan

[owarinooutsuke]

     It had already been a little while since she last saw Yagen, in a situation that ended off on a rather good note. With all the festivities as of late-- along with the occasional zombie attack and such-- she hadn’t had much time to check in on the other...

To begin with, however, she felt no need to force herself into the other’s situation’s.

Out of respect for the other’s new life, she’d opted to leave him alone for the most part. There was no need to harass him-- not like she would with Okita and the like. But, just seeing him on the street like this, hobbling around with a cane like some sort of old man...

What’s with that! Was he trying to be cool?! Or perhaps he was injured? She simply had to know...! And there were a few ways to find out, of course. So naturally...

She’d run directly at him and try to jump on his back!

“Uhahaha! If it isn’t Yagencchiiii!!”

@yeahgen​

[owarinooutsuke]

     Host clubs were a foreign concept to Nobunaga, but they were of the many things that she had caught wind of before-- like by reading modern manga, for instance... but they weren’t of too much interest in her regardless. If anything, people should pay to see her!

She was famous, after all! Way more famous than some boy toys!

And she was cute, too! A double threat! And she could sing! Triple!! A triple threat!!!

... But anyways! Letting her ego settle itself down as she waltzed past the establishment, the warlord found herself being stopped by the sight of a familiar man, one whom she was briefly acquainted with before. Let’s see... that man... did she ever get his name?

Perhaps not.

Their meeting last time was an interesting one. And seeing as he was within her line of sight now... perhaps she could make up for losing the chance back then. As such... with a flourish of her cape, the warlord spun on her heels, making her way to the doorway of Club Euphoria where the soldier seemed to be doing his best impression of pretending not to be there.

“Hou... a security guard, huh? Interesting!”

“But do they really need someone with a gun at a place like this?”

@anglerfishnabe

[owarinooutsuke]

ringlettine·:

     It was easy to talk with Nobu. She always found herself divulging more than she would anyone else – perhaps due to what she witnessed of the Queen just a year ago today. It was also just as easy to listen to Nobu; her sentences punctuated with boisterous laughter and excitement, always talking as if the whole room was under her command.

     Speaking of lives lost and dictatorship as if it were only natural… Marie supposed it was, when it came to Nobu. Where some may have found that scary, the French monarch could only be charmed.

     “Miss Nobu, as always your life sounds like such an adventure, full of equal parts loss and love.”

     “Why not light just a single lantern in honor of all who have came and gone? I am sure they would love to hear from their cute sister. I have extras right here, in fact…” She stretches her hands forward with paper and matches, encouraging inclusion with the other ruler.

“An adventure... haha! I suppose so. One’s life is their greatest adventure of all... next to what one does in the afterlife, anyways!”

     Staring at the other for a moment, her smile softens at the gesture she’s proffered.

“A single light for a mountain of men and woman, hm? ... Hmm...”

     Nobunaga ponders the idea briefly, but wastes no time in taking the materials from the queen, daring not to keep her waiting. Contemplatively gazing at the implements now in her hands, the warlord lets out a pleasant sigh, shaking her head.

She couldn’t just say ‘no’, now. Might as well be a little festive, shouldn’t she?

“It’s as if you came prepared for such an occasion,” Nobunaga muses as she takes a seat on the ground, looking up at the other, futzing slightly with the lantern. “At this point, it can’t be helped, can it? Your ideas are always splendid! Wahahaha!”

“I only wish I could make this lantern look like a skull before sending it off!”

     A match is struck as she laughs again.

[owarinooutsuke]

ringlettine·:

     Pleasant surprise came in the form of a woman she’d known for quite a while now, even more so that she agreed to accompany her on such a night as this. It wasn’t but a year ago that they spent this particular day together, however it had come with much more confusion and stress.

     So tonight, she was thankful for the serenity, and thankful that she could enjoy it in Nobu’s company.

     “But of course. There are many people I wish to honor. Tee hee…” Almost bashfully, Marie looks down towards the lantern in her hands, letting the sound of the water enrapture her in a sense of calm.

     “For my children and husband who I can see no more… For all those in France, past and present. I wish to let them know that they are in my thoughts.” Glancing towards Nobu again, Marie smiles. “What about you, Miss Nobu? Is there no one from your exciting and adventurous life that crosses your mind, time to time…?”

     She listens to Marie give her answer, gradually turning to face her as she speaks, watching the queen’s movements silently as she spoke. The answer she spoke felt typical, but not in a dissatisfying way-- after all, this is how Marie was.

A true queen indeed, whose thoughts were held for those who even scorned her. It was a part of her charm, Nobunaga mused. Always thinking of others...

Even Nobu herself, as Marie soon turned the question back to it’s owner.

“Of course! The Sengoku period was not only famous for it’s bloodshed, but it’s killers as well,” she morbidly laughs. “I had many enemies, after all.”

“In the early days, for instance, it was my own family.”

     Casually pausing, the small smile on Nobunaga’s face hardly diminished.

“It couldn’t be helped, so I have no particular qualms over it. Had I the time, I’d light enough lanterns for each of my brothers and sisters, and even mother and father. Sadly... I’ve far too many siblings and not enough arms!” She laughs some more, before trailing off. “... But, they’re still in my thoughts. That’s more than enough. Likewise, so are my retainers... even Mitchi, really.”

     Akechi Mitsuhide, her killer, of course.

[owarinooutsuke]

nobunagastan·:

“Probably… Well… If you say so!”

He still looks nervous, but Nobunaga said it was fine. Ergo, everything is fine. And she is right - it’s not their problem. Maybe it’ll be their problem later.

“Can I see what’s on your phone?”

“Whatever happens, it can’t be helped! Besides, we’ve died once already. Some of us have even died twice,” Nobunaga states with a slight squint, as she soon holds up her phone for her brother to look, expression casual all the while. “Anyhow, it’s just F*te Grand/Order. Look! I just leveled Chacha to 90! Look at her face! Chacha!”

“... Nobukatsu, when are you going to be playable, anyways?”

[nobunagastan]

@owarinooutsuke

“…”

“What would happen if we sent off lanterns for ourselves?”

[owarinooutsuke]

“You fool. We’re both alive now, aren’t we? Honestly...”

“... I suppose we’re also dead still, though. I don’t think anything would happen. It’s just some local ritual... why? Did you want to?”

[owarinooutsuke]

nobunagastan·:

“O, oh…”

“I thought, maybe if the Nightmare Knight died, um…”

“Can’t we at least take him out with us?”

“Ehhh, let’s have someone else deal with him-- like Bigby-chan. ... Well, he probably won’t manage anything, but it’s not our problem, right?”

“It’s all going to work out anyways, probably.”

[owarinooutsuke]

nobunagastan·:

“Like last time! That was amazing!”

Nobukatsu continues to be unaware of his sister’s inability to fight a meteor.

“Last time?!”

“I’ve never fought a meteor before! If you’re talking about the Daidarabotchi that’s one thing, but what am I suppose to do, go to space?! I’m not some Mysterious Demon King of the Xth Heaven or something like that!”

[nobunagastan]

“Can’t my Sister take care of this one…? Sister…? Where are you??”

[owarinooutsuke]

“Eeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh???”

[owarinooutsuke]

“Hoh? A meteor? I see... this is serious, then.”

“Now that the Daidarabotchi Knight is at it again... I’ll have to do this...”

     Digging a hand into her pocket, the warlord draws...

Her phone, and immediately lays down.

“I’ll just play some mobile games and wait this out. I can’t shoot down a meteor! Why don’t you get that one Saber who shoots beams all the time? Eh? Bigby-chan and the police are doing something about it? Good luck, I guess!”

[yeahgen]

chasing embers

[owarinooutsuke]

yeahgen·:

It is foolish.

The body changes, but the soul does not. The passion and fervor that branded the life of Oda Nobunaga into the history of Japan still shine, tinted with the hues of scarlet hope. Red, but of sunrise, not sunset, even in a foreign land where the moon and its eclipses reign true.

‘–!!?’

She lifts his face to meet her eyes, an intimate gesture that isn’t unfamiliar. He slept by her side for years, then dreamed of her memory for centuries. Now the dream is broken and its fragments scattered–some to him, some to her. She asks if he would make them whole. He–

‘I’m not Ranmaru or Hideyoshi.’

That comes first. Next come his own hands, the gloved digits rising to clasp her by the arm. Softly this time, because while Yagen Toushirou is sharp, he will never hurt his masters. Not when given the luxury of choice.

‘I can’t serve you as I used to, or carve my own path. I’m still the sword who follows his General, but I have a different master now.’

He trails down her wrist until he reaches her fingers, cradling them in his own instead.

‘…yet I haven’t forgotten my vows of loyalty. If you need me, then call.’

'I’ll come.’

And he raises her hand to his lips until they touch in a quiet kiss. 

It’s all right, now. Because he can’t hurt her anymore.

“... Wahahahaha!”

     Gently, Nobunaga pulled away from the other, with her immediate response after the brief pause between Yagen’s words and her doing so becoming laugh. Not a scornful or mocking one, but an amused one. It was a splendid answer-- she approved greatly of it. She’s not at all bothered by Yagen owing his fealty to another.

Because he was still loyal to her.

And if there was one thing that Nobunaga would always praise, it was loyalty. Even if she was not necessarily the warlord he recalled, per say, that loyalty remained.

What a beautiful thing.

“That’s a promise, then. Good... yes, very good indeed. Yagen Toushirou... I’m glad to have met you again like this, with as you are now. ... Now...”

“What are your plans? All this conversation has made me thirsty. Though I have not my favored tea implements, I walked by a nice tea place while you were stalking me. Care to join me, Yagencchi?”

     The seriousness in the air is cleared away as soon as that cutesy nickname is offered.

[owarinooutsuke]

     Hands tucked into her pockets, the white-gloved warlord strolled along besides the queen, enjoying the cool night breeze as they walked to the beach, separate from the others. Gazing at the lantern boat in Marie’s arms for a moment, Nobunaga smirked.

While she herself wasn’t so interested in this Parade of Memories, she had just so happened to encounter Marie while out to enjoy some festival food-- and so naturally, she decided to accompany her. One thing led to another, and... here they were.

“You know, embracing new things is what I was known for.”

     Crossing her arms, a thoughtful smirk tugs at her cheeks.

“But well, I suppose that has less to do with traditional events like these and more like weapons and the like,” Nobunaga chuckled, eyeing Marie while still facing forward. “That being said, I didn’t expect to see you interested in this.”

“Feeling sentimental?”

@ringlettine

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