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renaissails:

kagemoguri:

sochosan:

“ — I would offer more protest, were this not a serious situation.” He’s nothing if not brutally honest, carrying a stoic expression as a hand tentatively rests on the weapon at his hip. Of all the people he should be forced to work with, that it would be this one…it doesn’t settle right with him, but beggars can’t be choosers, it seems.

Sannan lets his gaze linger on the offender in question, before moving them to the other unfamiliar face, as well as the only familiar one. “Well then, there’s no reason to hesitate. With the stakes as high as they are, it would be best that we complete our task as soon as possible.”

@sochosan > @kagemoguri > @renaissails > @soujigasoujika

How was he supposed to know he had stumbled across a problem set of hands? Oh well. The guy seemed fine to the shinobi–and a bit less on the shady side compared to Souji’s old comrade. Not that he was about to hold that against either of them just yet.

“Right, right. Let’s get this show on the road.”

After a quick sigh Sasuke’s attention shifted to the man in white, offering only a brief apologetic smile. It wasn’t much, but what was more important was getting a better look at the not-quite-a-gun they had been handed for this whole mess. For a moment, anyway, before he handed it to the guy; he looked like he had better hands for these sorts of gizmos.

“Sakamoto, right? I think what our friend here means is you’re with me.”

@sochosan > @kagemoguri > @renaissails > @soujigasoujika

This was an unexpected surprised that Ryouma couldn’t quite point whether pleasant or complicated. Circumstances had brought him to partner up with a man who shares a known name with Sasuke Sarutobi - and he’s surprised this one isn’t a Servant, no -, and higher circumstances had brought the both of them to… this. Shinsengumi members unlike the ones Rider knows and might even be considered to be on good terms with. While his posture towards them wouldn’t change from the ones he knows, it’s clear he would have to tread much more carefully here.

Well – at the end of the day, they are a team. And so he hopes that is how they shall behave.

“Haha, seems like it.” He gracefully accepts the gun, a somewhat familiar feeling on his hand. “I understand our situation might be a little awkward, but let’s do our best together, yes? As soon as this is done and over with, we can part ways again.” Here’s to hoping Oryo-san won’t cause any major trouble between them until it all ends. It’s a good thing that at least for now, she seems to be only staring threateningly at Sannan and Okita.

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“Gladly.”

He hadn’t taken his eyes off the strange woman that stood glaring behind the man in white. He could sense her bloodlust, and it was just as likely she could sense his. As much as this “Sakamoto” seemed intent on not causing too much trouble, he still trusted the guy much less than he could likely throw him. To him, though, he wasn’t the problem; he knew it’d be the sharp-eyed demon that would be the first to jump when things finally went south.

And at this rate, they were definitely going to.

“Honestly, you’re pretty lucky Sasuke was the one that brought you here. That name of yours caused us a lot of trouble way back when. I’d probably have made you pay me back in blood if I’d found you on my own.”

“But I guess we don’t have to worry about that for now. We’ll settle it later. If you’re gonna hold that thing, point us where we need to go. Some of us don’t like burning moonlight.”

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#i didn't know it was my turn sorry ;;#event: overlay

sochosan:

— DESPITE the situation, the least he can do is try to get his bearings….however best one could, of course. Even ignoring how different around him was ( how it felt, looked, sounded and even smelled ), one thing was abundantly clear; he should not be here.

Shouldn’t be walking. Shouldn’t be breathing. Yet as he examines himself in the uncomfortable cramped interior of the vehicle, tugging back sleeves and running palms over clothed shoulders however discreetly, not a single unnatural crack runs along the length of smooth skin. He is whole, and alive as he’s ever been…or as alive one could call someone like him. It riddles him with questions, ones that seem to lack answers no matter how hard he thinks nor flips through the paper beside him, and it’s frustrating.

It’s what leads him to abandon his so-called home, one that hardly resembles anything he’d call a home, and and continue on. The cool air helps clear his head, head slowly turning to examine every phantom-like individual he passes. The shapes of the buildings change the further he goes, and when he opts to rest for a moment, the split second glimpse of a familiar face draws his muscles taut. He’d be a fool not to approach, whether or not the younger boy’s noticed, but he’d hardly let him walk away now.

“….Okita-kun.” The expression on his face is usually unreadable, but for the moment, for him, there’s a tired smile gracing his features.

“What a surprise. To think, that we’d both end up in the same place…no, I’m not too sure whether to consider this a blessing or a curse, if you’re stuck here with a dead man like me.”

@soujigasoujika

When he heard the voice call out to him, time froze. He found himself standing there, not in the ruins of some forgotten metropolis, but back on the streets of Edo during the height of the Bakamatsu. Part of him thought he was dreaming---how could he not consider it? He hadn’t seen this man in years. Even from the last point he remembered, it had been months since he’d laid eyes on him. Yet here he was, standing in front of him, the same as he’d always remembered.

“Sannan-san...”

For a moment, the carefully crafted mask of neutrality he tried to keep on him cracked and a soft look he hadn’t had since he was a child crossed his face---the face of someone who’d found something from a past life they never thought they’d miss.

He hadn’t forgotten all that the man had done. He couldn’t. But he also couldn’t forget all he’d done before that. In the end, no matter the sins, he was still Sannan. It wasn’t as though his hands were clean, either.

“Maybe it’s a little bit of both. But it’s not so bad. Besides, us dead men have to stick together.”

#hmmm let me just #lay here

kagemoguri:

“Perfect, huh.”

Well, he couldn’t entirely disagree. It wasn’t like the two of them really deserved to land somewhere more put together, and cloaked in darkness… he quietly laughed at the convenience of it.

Still, once he fell silent again, his eyes turned to regard the man next to him. Strange as it was to grow accustomed to these situations, it was almost stranger growing accustomed to having someone along for the ride. Not that he was complaining, of course.

But it wouldn’t be Sasuke if he let himself dwell on that now, would it.

“Maybe we’ll save perfect for after we’ve left a nice mark on the joint. But I’ll give it one thing–”

This was, of course, when he finally turned his head to properly look at Souji.

“The view sure isn’t anything to sneeze at.”

“Couldn’t agree more. Well, I can think of a better one, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

He threw Sasuke an impish grin, but let his gaze linger a moment. Honestly, as much as he was upset the shinobi had been thrown in this hellish-looking landscape with him, he was grateful for it. Being without him would have presented a set of challenges he’d rather not think about, but more than that, his presence was soothing. Sasuke had told him of his old life---how he’d lived as the Shadow of Kai serving wild-willed lords in one of Japan’s rockiest points in history.

He wasn’t sure when exactly it was he’d grown so comfortable with the man taking on that mantle for him, but he wasn’t going to start complaining.

“But I don’t know, Sasuke,” he said as the smile faded and he looked back at the ruined landscape in front of them. “This place looks pretty marked up all on its own. Wherever it is, it’s probably gonna be a pain to do anything unless something changes pretty damn quick.”

#i love this dork

Souji Okita | Hakuouki

The captain of the Shinsengumi’s 1st Division, Souji’s primary drive in life was being the sword of the organization. He devoted himself completely to the cause and to its leader, Isami Kondou. A prodigy in swordplay, Souji was among their best fighters, but unfortunately, came down with a bout of tuberculosis which forced him to the sidelines. Desperate to continue fighting and extend his usefulness to the cause, he drank the Ochimizu---an experimental substance developed by demons and funded by the government---and became a Rasetsu, a vampire-like being cursed with terrible power and a cruel fate.

Lawful Neutral

Casual death threats

Lives to tease

Will sass you up

A genius swordsman who many feared to fight

Shinsenigumi ride or die

Don’t insult Kondou unless you want to leave this island

Okita was here, Sakamoto is a loser

#isola follow

kagemoguri:

@soujigasoujika

“Shoulda figured you’d show up. No party like the one where the sun won’t shine.”

Sasuke laughed while he made a casual approach–though he’d be lying if there wasn’t a note of bitterness in the tone. It wasn’t exactly fun to realize he was starting to get used to being uprooted time and again.

Leaning against the nearest building, he took just a moment to give Souji a once-over before turning his eyes to the looming darkness.

“So. What do you make of it?”

“If they haven’t killed the maintenance crew, they probably should. Looks like they fell asleep on the job for about 100 years.”

Like the other, he wasn’t surprised to see the shinobi strolling through the streets. Fate had funny ways of working, but this was one of the few he approved of.

He was silent as he walked over and leaned himself against the building, settling just close enough so their shoulders touched. Looking up at the darkened sky, he thought on everything the pair had been thrust into over time. They had been through so much in places that defied imagination---far and away from both of their homes. Standing on foreign ground was so commonplace now that the thought of settling for too long almost chafed.

He couldn’t help but laugh at it all. What else was there to do?

“At least it seems like we finally got thrown in a place that’s perfect for the both of us. Better late than never.”

#oh same #kagemoguri

[okay who invited this loser.]

the party don’t start ‘til i walk in, old buddy old pal

#themagehero

isolaradiale

Here's a blast from the past. Migrating Souji Okita from Hakuouki to Isola.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Souji!

You will be housed in HOUSE 129.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

– mod pleiades.

this is a shinsengumi free land bitch go home

i’m sorry, what was that? i don’t speak bitch ass loser

#how dare you assault me like this #renaissails

kagemoguri:

“What, I can’t just try to help out a little?”

“But if you have any bright ideas, I’m all ears.”

“You’ve never been allowed to do anything of the sort,” he teased.

“But maybe if we had someone take down a few walls in a couple places around the back, it actually could make for a nice dojo. The only thing is convincing people to traipse through the thick, scary woods to get here.”

#sure sure

kagemoguri:

“What about here? May as well put some of this extra space to good use, you know?”

“Here, huh... Well, this house in pretty big for just the two of us and Aohime... It could be a good idea.”

“Of course, there’s no ulterior motives behind a suggestion like that, right?”

#side-eyes

kagemoguri:

@soujigasoujika

“Say, did you ever settle on a place for that idea of yours?”

“Not yet... I’ve still been trying to find a good spot, but I can’t really settle on one place. Did you have any ideas?”

#pokes back

-- @fadxngmemcry

“Hey, stop him! Stop that cat!”

Admittedly, it probably wasn’t the best idea to yell at strangers while running full tilt in the middle of the night, but when desperate, little things like that are the least of one’s worries. Souji had learned not to expect much from most people, but perhaps the girl he was closing on fast was more useful than he believed at first glance. It wouldn’t be the first time a woman had surprised him.

#fadxngmemcry #hope this is okay!

kagemoguri:

To: Souji From: Sasuke

You might wanna work on that windup, if you’re looking to inspire confidence But out with it, what are you thinking

TO: Sasuke FROM: Souji

[message] Calm down, it’s not drastic. [message] I was thinking about opening a dojo. [message] Don’t know where, but it’s a thought.

#I feel so loved

hinkontana

君に会いたくて,

soujigasoujika

hinkontana:

Ah.

He knew the answer to that question well; he must have thought it to be a strange one, Yasusada. The one at their master’s hilt, the one watching all of that. Was he surprised to see Kashuu Kiyomitsu, in the flesh, looking a bit more different than the last time he saw him? Was he jealous, because Kashuu Kiyomitsu had a body of flesh, a body which he was able to use to talk with the master they looked up to so much? Was he happy, to see that his partner, friend and brother in arms was well, alive, and not looking as terrible as he did back the last time they saw each other before the uchigatana was left behind, a deep wound around his neck and despair on his face?

Or maybe he was sad, for that same reason. Whichever it was, he wondered how that would change his future. Maybe one day he will be summoned by one of the many Saniwas sent to the past, and when he meets with a Kashuu Kiyomitsu that is not him– will he be jealous?

Whichever it was, it didn’t matter. But this Yasusada would know something that Kashuu had always, always kept to himself, as a little memento, as a secret between sword and master. Something he cherished so much, his treasure. It was just a name, truly, but how many others knew of it? Okita’s family, surely, but maybe not even Kondou Isami and Hijikata Toshizou. Yet he, only a sword, only a blame– he knew of it.

Would it be selfish of him for not wanting to say it, solemnly because he didn’t want that Yasusada to know? The one secret Kashuu has kept for so long…

But no, instead, his posture straightens even more. Even if Okita Souji doubts the sword he holds, wooden and not him, even if his heart hammered so loudly inside his chest that he barely could hear his own thoughts, even if none of that really mattered… Kashuu wanted him to know. Wanted him to believe him. Wanted Souji to look at him with anything but the doubt and anger he flashed at his own sword. Maybe, in the end, Kashuu Kiyomitsu just wanted Okita to look at him again.

A deep exhale, and it must be the first time the uchigatana looks so confident ever since their paths met once again. ❝ … Okita Soujirou Fujiwara no Harumasa. ❞ The birth name of the famous Okita Souji that very few knew. ❝ There’s no way I would know that if I were lying, right? ❞

For a long moment, the only sound that passed between them was that of the soft breeze that blew around them, rattling the branches above and scooting the bits of leaves and other things along the street. He didn’t take his eyes from the boy who had struck his curiosity so and had gone on to make one unbelievable statement after another. He couldn’t. Because that boy who he’d wanted to write off knew his name. There was barely any question he was who he claimed to be.

He could have countered the argument any number of ways, in truth. His many visits to the city over the years had told him that information was easily accessed to those who could bother to take a second to look. But this was a little far to go for the sake of a trick or a prank. Besides, there was hardly anything he had of worth to be taken for, and what was worth taking could very easily fight back.

The light catching on the edge of the sword in his hand didn’t signal the start of a fight, but just the opposite. Souji didn’t make too much of a show of putting the blade away: he figured the action itself spoke well enough to what was going through his mind. Turning his back on his goal, he stepped closer to the young man without a word until they were hardly an arm’s length from one another and continued to just simply stare--until he placed a heavy hand on the other’s head and ruffled it gently as though he were some young member of his own family.