#jiroubisharp

[banishedblossomdancer]

"Look, I'm TELLIN' YOU BOYS, this is LITERALLY a golden opportunity, not just for you two, but for me!" Boomed the massive four-armed swordsman in an excitedly goofy tone as he held up some sort of form, pointing at it eagerly to the fellow Bisharp.

"Yeah yeah Tats, we get it, ya wouldn't stop tossin' around in your Swablu covers mumblin' over how excited ya were, when ya DID go to sleep," the white and purple Bisharp remarked in a nonchalant teasing fashion with a roll of his eyes.

"WELL IT IS! I figured YOU'D be 'scited about this too, Jirou! And those were ALTARIA sheets, thank ya very much! Never travel without top grade sky blue fluffy comfort!" the Machamp-esque Bisharp corrected with a superior tone, followed by a cartoonish 'harumph.' "Ren, back me up here!"

The smaller red Bisharp with the unique armor and facial covering merely shook his head at the nonsense, silent, as the bulkier man continued.

"With this lovely li'l sheet o’ paper, we can finally gather samples of ore for the mountain village! Then we can set up business like the honest hard-workin' men that I know we're gonna be! It's gonna be KILLER, boys! A new lease on life! Just what we always wanted! Lady Luck'll smile on us yet!"

"Yeah yeah, count me in! I can't wait! I've only been waiting for this for about as long as you have!," snickered Jirou, with a somewhat lazy tone before folding his arms behind his head. "We go on in, punch and carve out some dusty glimmery pieces of rock, then come back and get a thumbs up in the form of a stamp, then we can sweat and break our backs over more metal, heat and sparks. What a life."

"Ya just don't know how cool AND rewardin' steelsmithin' can be, Jirou! We're literally cut out for this! Maybe that scar on yer eye's what's not lettin' ya see the big picture!" At this, Tatsuo spread his arms out as his imagination and enthusiasm took over. "Don'tcha know how hard it is to come across swordsmiths nowadays? Warriors the world over lookin' for new blades, new weapons, new TALENT, and I, DRAGON-MAN TATSUO, am gonna give it to 'em!"

"Oh brother," Jirou rolled his eyes, "Think ya can gimme some of your pep? I think I left it back at our inn room when ya shook it out of me at 5 am, Tats. Or when we fended off the peeved Dragon types that lived here," retorted Jirou with a sassy snort. Just then, Renshu tapped Jirou's arm and held up his chalkboard to him, relaying the message.

["... yet he must be careful how high he searches lest he loses his vision; the greater the fall, the deeper his legend will be engraved with the bruises of regret."]

"SNRK! Chill Renshu, that's worse than me."

"Har har, VERY FUNNY, but I'll show ya two yet! I can picture it now..." From there, Tatsuo began to daydream once more, envisioning himself being surrounded by approving company in the form of satisfied customers.

"Wow Tatsy, these daggers are choice! Ya really know your way around a hammer and furnace!" "AAAAHHHH, I never knew I'd miss long-range fighting before gaining this naginata, this is PERFECT FOR ME!" "When you fold the blade just right and cleave that Watmel berry in two... Mmh, mmh."

"Ooh yeah, that's what they'll be saying," Tatsuo dreamily remarked after putting on those ridiculous fake voices of self-flattery, "My soon-to-be-career will grant me all sorts of recognition! Praise, smiles, money, the whole shebang!" He laughed heartily. "They're gonna be like, 'Mmh, you see that? You see that DragonMan Tatsuo? He knows his stuff. I totally want to study under him, and maybe, just maybe, be besties...!'" Tatsuo merely sighed as he brushed an eye with a sniffle. "I'll finally know what bein' appreciated for my work is like...!"

His compatriots had their own responses to this... dreamland, that Tatsuo voiced aloud. While Jirou wore a jittering grin that was blended with both amusement and a sense of embarrassment for Tatsuo, Renshu held his chin in thought, feeling both intrigued by the Bichamp's enthusiasm but also feeling a sense of pity for the larger man.

"Yeeeeeah... keep dreamin' bud, you keep dreamin' there," that was all Jirou had to say, he looked like he wanted to laugh, but at the same time even he knew that wouldn't quite be right.

["Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare... All souls of action are dreamers, and Tatsuo is certainly not without both vision and action..."] is what Renshu wrote on his board to present to Jirou, trying to get him to understand. It was right at that moment that the two smaller Bisharp men were immediately pulled into Tatsuo's chest. Struggling to breathe from the suddenness AND tightness of the grip, they could only flail and struggle to keep their footing as the larger man proceeded to double-point towards their destination.

"Enough tomfoolery, ya bums! With muscles like mine and blades like yours, who needs proper tools? Dreams start here, and our destination? The crowned mountain!"

[banishedblossomdancer-rp]

[ @thetakenpokemon / @thetakenpokemon-rp, continued from here ]

Jirou’s face stretched in to a bit of a smirk. He had a hunch as is, but to hear and see it presented just to confirm his thoughts made him feel pretty good. Being correct has that sort of effect, after all, not to mention the white and purple Bisharp was definitely quite enjoying what he was seeing. The fine black fur, the minimalist but fancy accented attire with pretty whites and golds as a contrast, and her confidence were all aspects that Jirou approved of, folding his arms with a nod.

“Hah, nice, I can tell yer pretty proud of your lineage. Can’t say I’d blame ya,” responded the opal warrior with a grin.

Before he could continue however, Jirou noted Tetishuri circling around to his back. At first he just raised a brow as he turned his gaze over his shoulder, but upon feeling her presence inched so close to his from behind, and hearing her whisper to him with such an alluring purr? ... Jirou’s eyes widened for a split moment.

He was actually quite surprised. The Bisharp was pretty confident about his own looks, and knew how to flirt the right way, but it was rare for him to have such moves returned to him when it came to a woman of Tetishuri’s caliber. With how friendly and admirable this encounter became, Jirou regained the smooth, lidded look in his eyes as he smiled back at Teti, holding his chin as he chuckled.

“Hah, ya flatter me, miss,” Jirou continued in a similar mischievous fashion, but with a fairly welcome look in his eyes to boot. Tetishuri was definitely right about one thing aside from his looks; he did know how to charm. “But hey, I’m just tellin’ the truth over here, considerin’ I coulda sworn ya really do look ya were finely chiseled from such a fabled strikin’ stone.~”

Seems as though Jirou managed to turn his task into a source for some cheesy stone-related pickup lines. Points for resourcefulness, at least? Even if it was cheesy, Jirou topped it off with a wink, sealing his confidence. Turning himself over, the Bisharp faced Tetishuri with a lidded smirk, holding his hand out to the dark yet sophisticated Lucario.

“ ... Heh, all this complimentin’ and I didn’t even get the lady’s name? What’s wrong with me,” Jirou joked with a little chuckle. If he was going to flirt, or even just talk to someone interesting, he definitely needed introductions out of the way before he were to continue.

“Not gonna lie, even though we just met, I wouldn’t mind gettin’ to know ya more. Not often I get to see a lady like ya with such class, looks, ‘n’ such a powerful air ‘ta boot, ‘specially with those choice weapons o’ yours. Wherever this ‘Venhara’-place ya come from is, ya got good taste. I’m sure Tats would agree,” Jirou noted with a little laugh. The Opal Bisharp then raised up a thumb and jabbed it toward himself with a more rowdy but still confident grin, still having that other hand held out to the girl.

“The name’s Jirou, ma’am. ‘N’ how ‘bout you?”

[banishedblossomdancer]

Almost instantly, after losing himself for a moment on being asked of his old home, some memories bubbled back up into the mind of the opal swordsman, making him scowl in disdain. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head.

“Let’s just say I... wasn’t meant ‘ta be there.”

Jirou turned over and gave a more dismissive pose, shrugging his shoulders as he attempted to vent the negative thoughts:

“It feels nice not havin’ to hear any whisperin’ smacktalk nor gettin’ glowered at. Yyyyep, so long as I’m anywhere but there, I’m cool.”

With a folding of his arms behind his head, Jirou looked down at his chest, smirking at the noted tattoo.

“It’s pretty badass isn’t it? Unfortunately, where I got it from’s another place a looooong ways away from here, buuuuut, the mountain village we came from over there?” The Bisharp pointed over to the west, where he and his group marched from, “They got a parlor for sweet markings kinda like these.” Jirou ended his answer with a nonchalant glance away, towards the mountains, his face more relaxed, teasing even.

“If ya hurry ya can catch it just before the worker goes on break...”

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[ @middaily-lycanroc / @askthewanderingwarriors ]

[banishedblossomdancer]

“I mean, ‘knight in shinin’ armor?’ HA! Let me tell ya a li’l somethin’; it’s a helluva LOT more likely I’d be apprehended by knights than becomin’ one! Hoo, that was a good one, I needed a laugh!”

Jirou shook his head with a snicker, giving a sigh to calm himself from his little chortle fit. Whether or not it was meant to be taken seriously as a compliment, he seemed to have suddenly been in better spirits than earlier, so there’s that? As for the second question, that was when Jirou fit a more bored smirk with arms folded behind his head.

“You’re right on the money there... not gonna lie, while I admire Tats’ enthusiasm for his passion, can’t say being cooped up in a hot ‘n’ sweaty workshop surrounded by pointy metal is all that cool as he makes it out to be.” A shrug was all he gave, before continuing:

“BUUUUUT at the same time... no matter how much of a goofball he is, he’s still a pal o’ mine. Someone who gets me, kinda. And if this is what he wants to do? Well... at least this means we can buy our own food instead of searchin’ for it out in Mother Nature? Or having to rely on lucky free food events in towns we pass,” the opal Bisharp remarked passively. Despite making their traveler life sound bittersweet, he seemed to have been at peace with it.

“So... eh, I’ll roll with it for now. Who knows, maybe I’ll see where he’s comin’ from through that dopey mask of his.”

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[ @askpluminescent ]

[banishedblossomdancer]

“ ‘Course, I’m guessin’ ya get that a lot, so I’ll just skip to the part ya really care ‘bout,” grinned the white and purple swordsman with a playful snicker. Folding his arms nonchalantly behind his head, he glanced offways with a mild smirk, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m what you’d call an Opal Bisharp, yeah?” he started passively as he glanced at his rounded left pauldron, watching the rainbow coloration glimmer off the sun...

“A subspecies of your usual Sword Blades that extends back... details are sorta fuzzy, but as far as I remember? We were made when a certain pack o’ northern pine Bisharp mingled with Sableye, givin’ us all these lighter colors and these fancy rainbow shines ya see here. ‘Cause o’ this? Our blades and teeth are strong, got kickin’ nightvision, and are more nocturnal than anything.” Jirou gave a yawn to emphasize this point, stretching his back and shoulders.

“Ya can tell I’m not much of a mornin’ person, and more than just ‘cause the big lug woke us up for this gig. As for where I’m from? Well, that I couldn’t tell ya, it’s been ages since I left my family tree, I’ve mostly been a traveller with Tatsy here. Hope that clears it up for ya.” The Opal Bisharp male smirked with a passive shrug as he walked around Tetishuri, curiosity filling those wandering eyes as his flirtatious grin became a more analytical ‘pout’ of sorts, tipping his chin as he analyzed the Lucario.

“Not often one sees your Aura-usin’ kind bein’ solid black like this, y’know? Somethin’ in my head’s ringing, wanting me to say you’re part Mightyena, or Zoroark, but... mmm NOPE, not a lick of either on ya.” At that, Jirou folded his arms behind his back and smirked at the fellow warrior, raising a brow in a way that says ‘I bet I’m right,’:

“Guessin’ you’re your own kinda breed too, huh? Figured I’d ask, since I spilled he beans to you about my own ‘n’ all.”

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[ @thetakenpokemon ]

[Credit to @bannanaswishes for the Opal Bisharp info! Thanks man!]

[banishedblossomdancer]

The four-armed muscleman’s eyes lit up with awe as the gigantic dinosaur complimented him, even if he stuttered quite a bit. Regardless, combined with the accent[?], Tatsuo heard him loud and clear. Bewildered by Clarke’s size at first, once the compliment sunk in, Tatsuo rested his knuckles on his sides in a powerful, pride-fueled pose, smiling brightly under his helmet.

“Guohohoho!,” started Tatsuo with a hearty laugh, “Cool you say? You think I’m cool do ya?” At that, the bladed hybrid struck a self-flattering Atlas-esque posture, envisioning himself under a spotlight while his compatriots winced in the corner from behind.

“‘Course, you’re quite a sight yourself! Befitting of other drakes! And don’t get me started on your stature! HAH! I feel like we’ll get along just fine!” At least he didn’t keep the flattery ALL to himself...

Meanwhile, both Renshu AND Jirou side-eyed the overzealous display. While Jirou made ‘lowering’ motions with his hands as if to tell Tatsuo to tone it back, Renshu used his silence and chalkboard to his unnoticed advantage, raising up for Clarke to see from the side, unsure if he can really see or read it:

[”Yes, he is like this. And this is coming from someone who hasn’t been with him anywhere nearly as long as Jirou has.”]

Oblivious, Tatsuo just smirked back up at Clarke with a thumbs-up.

“Always up for a good bit o’ small talk and admiring the hard work of others! Given how big and tough ya look, I can tell you’re a man that values himself highly in some way! GUOHOHO! Keep it up!”

How optimistic... and observant...?

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[ @a-big-fucking-tyrantrum ]

[banishedblossomdancer]

The Bisharp retorted with a meager chuckle and in a sarcastic tone, but he felt a little less enthused than usual... was it one of the questions she asked that started that slight dip in tone? As he started, he tapped and stroked his chin as he processed the female’s questions.

“See that’s the thing, I don’t really have a pack ‘ta call my own, ‘least, not the usual Bisharp pack. I was raised in another settlement by a different family, pretty chill and open one to be exact. I bet no pack would let me in if I tried to fit in anywhere given how I grew up, hah, bet they’d rough me up somethin’ good,” the male Opal Bisharp joked with a dismissive laugh. as if there was more to it than he’d really care to bring up. As for the other questions, Jirou merely folded his arms behind his head and looked away, towards his compatriots.

“Me ‘n’ the big boy over there, Tats, we kinda grew up the same way yeah? Away from our homes and left to figure things out on our own amongst other people, and kinda hit it off from there. In a way we kinda became bros, to the point we went off and started traveling together for sight-seeing ‘n’ all that jazz. No place was really off-limits for us, even if it bit us in the ass, but man if we didn’t have fun during it all,” yet again another snicker Jirou snuck in, before eying Renshu.

“It’s funny ya mention packs, actually. After we came across him and got him out of a mess, he noticed something about me in particular; the clothing I wore, my fighting style, but most importantly I guess was the good ol’ tattoo. He thought I was a warrior from the land he came from or some bunkus, but after tellin’ him it was just an Eastern-style tattoo of Galileo that I really wanted ‘cause it looked cool, he chilled out, but seemed to be really disappointed in me. Somethin’ about Solgaleo bein’ sacred to where he’s from, but hey, as far as I’m concerned? We’re not in either of our homes, so all’s fair game.” Jirou shrugged at this, but then there was the scar. All Jirou could do was just hand-wave this nonchalantly.

“As for this lovely li’l markin’ up here?” Jirou pointed to his left eye with a grin, “Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s nothin’ big, just came from a squabble that’s best left in the dust. Nothin’ ta worry about at all~” Jirou reassured with a somewhat cheery fashion, one that aaalmost sounded forced. Regardless, he left those answers at that.

“That do anythin’ for ya?”

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[ @bannanaswishes / @askteamsomberwish ]

[banishedblossomdancer]

Interactions are available once more! Jirou, Renshu, Tatsuo, Anzu and Yun are now all available for asks!

In turn, I am more than willing to send some asks out as well! Just leave a reply if you need one, or feel free to IM me for one!