"Hello-oo hello-oo, Ha-ku-noo!" Tanba says in a drawn out, sing-songy manner upon suddenly appearing behind her, having emerged from a cloud of black feathers with a wide smile on his face that was only outdone by his more bubbly demeanor. "Firstly I absolutely adore this new look you've got going on," Tanba says while making camera hand gestures at Hakuno, going through the process of repositioning himself around her at multiple angles too, as if he were actually taking pictures, "it's really, 'you', like this is the Definitive Hakuno Experience right here! Elegant, pretty, and mostly, POWERFUL!! The whole package."
Tanba then briefly transforms into a crow, flies over to a nearby table, and then transforms back into himself, where he can be seen sitting cross legged ON the table (because why sit on chairs like a normal person).
"Secondly, BIG secondly, I've been meaning to ask, did a servant by the name of 'Nobunaga' ever get summoned to this little moon party of ours up here? If they did, would you know where they are?" Tanba, still bubbly and smiling, summons and begins spinning around one of his golden blades."I just wanna talk with them!"
sharp senses are quick to act — immediately turning around at the slight sense of a presence behind her. with the storm of feathers of tanba's arrival, an arm instinctively raises to cover herself; not that that was needed. ( not to mention, she doubt it'd be all that bad. feathers are soft, so to get hit by one must be... probably pleasant. maybe. ) a mere look is what is then given in response to servant's form, the only sign of a response from the moon's master being the shift of weight from one leg to another.
hello-oo hello-oo, ha-ku-noo... that's the first she's ever heard of that greeting. it's not bad— rather, quite refreshing in terms of tune and originality. and the use of her name as well, not just master but hakuno.
“ ...heya heya, tanba. ” it's not as sing-songy as his. still spoken in the same calm monotone of her regular speaking voice, but an effort was made to mimic his rhythmn scheme ! just as he's used her name, she'd use his own true name as well. a nod to the heroic spirit is given too, her own much more subdued method of showing enthusiasm to the other's presence.
the sudden barrage of compliments do take her aback though, much much more than his own sudden appearance. her back straightens unconsciously in response, legs closed together in a more formal pose as her arms follow suit with hands overlapping each other in a polite ladylike pose. “ uh, ” and yet, a demure ( —odd !! ) sound leaves her before she could contain it, and with his over the top show of being a... papparazzi of some sorts, hakuno felt the need to join in on the act.
such was done with a hand raised with a peace sign, contrasting in such a peculiar way with her still deadpan face. “ thank you. i don't know what that definitive hakuno experience is— ” not knowing herself / or just why elegant, pretty and powerful would be used as descriptors for herself. ah, well. she knows she hid her pitiful pathetic self away from others. “ —if you think of me that way though, i'm glad. ” even if the sentiment doesn't make itself shown on her face, it's hinted in the subtle inflection of her voice.
for all her regal appearance, she doesn't scold nor chastise the assassin for his showy way of sitting though. and for as graceful and proper as she is, hakuno kishinami is a free spirit that held a great value to freedom and one's own free will. that being said, it'd be reckless to have that slip into a fatal permissiveness. “ whatever unresolved business you have with nobunaga is yours, but i ask that you think about your reason to— talk with them. ” should the two seek a battle, then she'd respect their wishes; but should the two put themselves in danger for no good reason, then she ought to intervene. it was as simple as that, really.
a curious hum follows, gaze settling on the golden blade. “ are you fighting with hatred or anger, i wonder. ” that, she felt was the most important question to this. while she knew of the history between momochi tanba and oda nobunaga — along with the history of many others, the master having a great knowledge of the myths and legends and tales of old — that didn't give her the insight of their own personal feelings. at the very least, she hoped that tanba could properly understand that. “ and to answer your questions... ”
still stoic-faced, hakuno purposely assumes a thinking pose ( it's a pose she quite frequents when in deep thought though, actually ) . a few seconds pass, and her closed hand uncurls to allow a slender digit to rest by the curve of her chin. she turns to tanba then and simply answers:
“ it's a secret. ☆ ”
unprompted, always accepting ! @doomxdriven ♡
