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Examine! [A Golden Retriever]
From This Me-Me
This right here? This four legged boofer? This is the goodest boy that has ever boofed. Whose dog is this? Since when did Chaldea allow dogs? These thoughts never crossed the Golden Boy’s mind, because he’s not too bright, y’know? All that needs to be said is that this. Is a good boy. Pure Fluffy Gold.
@daitoku
( @daitoku doesn’t quite trust this guy with Master’s safety? )
Blood dripped in uneven intervals from his armor’s greaves and cross-shaped spear, tainting the reconstructed Chaldea’s brilliant white halls once again with disgust, dismay and concern. “---but my Lord was completely unharmed. He was screamin’ the whole way though, HAHAHAHA.“
Along these lines was his personal conclusion of their completed mission that he offered the greatest swordsman of the Heian period herself. Meeting her with a determined and prideful grin about his complete achievement, worries that the unfortunate constellation of the so-called Oni Musashi had to explain himself to their most legendary Oni-slayer seemed to amount to nothing but more droplets on him. That there was a conversation at all was a sufficient symbol of respect towards her- or so he thought. Anyone else would look as wounded as he was for questioning. “We did decent out there, don’tcha think?”
continued / @daitoku
SURE, GIVE IVAN THE TERRIBLE A LETTER to fix the authoritatian tone. Raikou pls...jk
HE LOWERED HIS GAZE TO THE SHEET OF PAPER on the table before them. A brush and ink sat next to it, none of it spilled on the paper or over the little flask. The warlord’s writing told vast stories. Quick but precise strokes that made no difference between the art of war or writing filled it, but didn’t care about looking pleasing. The sentences were brief and clear, the jargon never too difficult. But the body of it was a wall to behold and everything else in chaos.
Military style, as they called it. It’s been centuries since he had a missive like that before his person. “DO NOT USE RED INK, FOR ONE. IT IS AN ATTENTION-GRABBING COLOR, RESERVED ONLY FOR ORDERS. FURTHERMORE, IT IS LOADED WITH SUPERSTITIONS IN SOME PLACES, AS IT DOES LOOK LIKE BLOOD.” The giant lifted his finger, pointing with it at the word consequence. “NOW LOOK AT THE TONE. TO WHOM IT IS YOU WISH TO SEND THIS LETTER? SURELY, NOT A SOLDIER BENEATH YOU.”
@daitoku
“So... How much do you want for your troubles?” Said the voice of a young woman behind the outdated blinders which separated her from the older woman in the same large room. Layers of card-box paper laid unfold and torn on the small table in the center of the said room, a wooden box covered in black lacquer rested at the top of the young one’s lap. What could’ve be inside that seemed to be so valuable?
“Fortune smiles for you, Saitou-chan.” The older woman clad in gray and violet spoke. “I had no unexpected events, so the price remains the same we agreed before.”
“For the last time, it’s Kujou.” The younger one said showing a simple ring on her right hand to the other woman, as if the blinders wouldn’t block the other’s sight. “No unexpected events? Konoe-san, you never fail to surprise me.” Happily caressing the lacquered surface, Kujou said in a sing-song voice: “No wonder why my grandfather trusted you~!”
The older woman, Konoe, laughed in a raspy voice, damaged by the age. “The ages may change, the blood may turn thinner each new generation, but old allies help each other, right? Your grandfather said that so many times...!”
“I’m glad he said it so many times. Having you as my window to the outside world instead of my own father is the best thing that happened to me.”
“Window to the outside world? Have you been reading tanka again?” Konoe initially was trying to shrug about it, acting like it was a joke, but the hard, serious and empty eyes of the younger woman as a response to her fake worries, suddenly turned the tables and made Konoe ask the same question with different words under another light: “Sayuri, when was the last time you stepped out of this place?”
“A few months ago, when my father gave a big and unnecessary feast to celebrate my engagement.”
“Sayuri, your few months are fourteen months.”
Kujou Sayuri, the younger woman, froze on her tracks. Trying to not face the possibility of being dragged out of this small paradise she lived in, she focused into slipping her hands into latex gloves before opening the box’s lid and completely focusing on the ancient, almost crumbling paper. “What a high-quality copy! Shame it’s so worn-out... Well, if I’m able to read it, I think it’s enough!”
“Sayuri-”
“You are free to go home, Konoe-san. Your money will be on your account tomorrow.”
Konoe sighed and got up from her place. Giving a small bow, she bid her farewell unconventionally: “Sayuri, I know that you loved your grandfather and his lifestyle, here, isolated in this old house, but the timed had changed. One day you’ll have to go out and live as a regular adult.”
“What a nice shade of blue they used in this edition!”
• • •
A copy of the Heian Emaki. For days it was analyzed, stared at, even caressed, by Kujou Sayuri. She treated that old piece of paper like it could crumble with a single movement of the wind, so she decided to copy the texts exactly as they were written, so she could try to figure their meanings later. Why not take a photo? The answer is simple: it’s easier to notice the trails of a brush directly than through a photography. Her breathing, her excitement on having such antiquary in hands... How she wished her grandfather was alive to see it, touch it. “Sure, I can’t read it as ko. Certainly it’s wara... No. No...” She was mumbling to herself while copying the tales of great companions. There’s so many! No wonder why modern stories relied on this kind of storytelling. Everything was going so smoothly... Until she fell asleep, face planted between her own notes and the document. Nothing could be worse!
No, just one thing could be worse: waking up and realizing that her own recklessness would be the reason she ruined a millennium old document.
Fortunately, this isn’t a horror movie.
Well, maybe just a bit, because when she woke up, it was due to falling off her chair and feeling a strong wind in her face. Maybe it was some protection coming from the document? Something preventing it from being drenched in drool or completed thorn apart? Her grandfather believed in those things, Sayuri on the other hand did believed it, but not so strongly. She kinda believed it to the same extension of magic being performed trough breathing. However, here she is, slightly sleepy with squinted eyes staring incredulously the new presence in her study room. Her brain thought in dozens of options, ranging from it’s a joke and someone is filming me to I’m having hallucinations or I’m already dead. And... What did she said in response for this? Exactly. She said: “Be careful with the papers on the table, miss.” Too much worried about her materials than herself or the fact of having someone new around uninvited to her own house.
Rethinking her own convictions and beliefs seems to not be a real problem right now, but the paper being damaged, oh, that would be the end of the world!
*Beep Beep* "Anti-fun patrol. Gonna need to see some ID before you're allowed to consume your liquor."
“Hah! You are too late, you insipid cow!” There he is, downing a whole bottle of wine like it’s just water.
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