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@coolheadedhozuki

There’ve already been strange enough sites in this place.

Not just from people--buildings, clothing, odd contraptions littering the streets as these people just walk right into them like it’s nothing--and he wishes he could just say he expects anything by this point.

He doesn’t. He sees the horn on this man; for a moment, he’s confused until he realizes something. Average human beings don’t just have horns, after all.

“...Oi.” A pair of narrowed eyes look the other up and down (someone significantly taller than him, of course, why not), as if examining him, before Doutanuki’s brows furrow deeply. “You’re an oni, aren’t ya? Or am I wrong?”

It’s really more of a guess, if he were to be honest--maybe he’s wrong, but it doesn’t hurt to make sure. 

This place seems like enough of a hell for that anyways.

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@reforgery 

“Hah?”

The soft tapping of the wooden blade against his own shoulder as he casts his gaze over the other uchi before him isn’t meant to convey anything. He’s not annoyed--curious, yes, but it’s a habit, perhaps.

His gaze is a different story. It’s almost like it’s scrutinizing, although it isn’t quite what he intended, but it can’t be helped.

He’s always had that intimidating air about him.

“Whaddya want from me, now? I just got here. ‘s not like I’m some expert or something. And didn’t you just say you’ve been here longer? Shouldn’t I be asking you for stuff?”

Whatever, he thinks to himself, he’ll go along with it. 

Maybe.

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@kuroiyodomi

When the tantou approaches him, he actually feels a bit of relief.

And it’s not because of some sense of familiarity (although to say that seeing some faces he’s seen before isn’t a bit of an ease on his mind), but he’s thankful that out of all those little blades, it’s this one.

The one who probably won’t take one look at him and cry, or want to run the opposite way out of fright, or something.

Not like it bothered him (too much) or anything, but it was honestly annoying to sit there and watch the lot of them always steering clear of him, with weary eyes like he’d take a look at them and chomp their heads clean off or something. 

Doutanuki doesn’t move from his perch when the smallest of the Samonjis approaches. His eyes follow the small body as it nears him, though, and offers some sort of grunt when he’s near.

“Aren’t you supposed to be following around your brothers?” He questions (though he’s perhaps a bit grateful that it’s only Sayo and not that other one--the one who’s constantly looking like someone just told him the worst news of his life). “Or does the blood on your cheek mean somethin’ else is going on?”

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@ireisai

The fact isn’t that he’s nasty or anything of the sort.

He’s rough around the edges, yes. Gruff, and straightforward, to the point where he’s gone around a noteworthy number of times causing unintentional issues with some of the other swords. 

But never, unless he’s provoked, is he outright nasty for the sake of being nasty. 

Such is the case here--he approaches the woman whom he immediately recognizes to be the one who gave him this body in the first place, fist clenched around the wooden blade he’s been carrying during his time traversing the streets trying to figure something out. Anything. 

The look on Doutanuki’s face when he’s close enough to be heard is clearly displeased, but none of it is directed towards her. 

( Perhaps it’s hard to tell otherwise from anyone else’s perspective, however. )

“What is this?” He doesn’t offer some sort of greeting. He knows who she is, knows she should know who he is, and there are more important things to worry about than the exchanging of pleasantries at a time like this. “Where are we? Why did they take away my blade? They gave me a flimsy, shitty excuse for it in return, y’know!”

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@mi-ke

Alright, so he’s not an expert on humans. He’ll admit that.

And he’s even less of an expert on human children (or what he assumes to be a child, the kid’s small enough to be), which perhaps is the reason why his initial response to being approached is a sort of awkward half-stare out of the corner of his eyes.

Maybe if he just ignores-- no, that’s not what he should do.

Doutanuki heaves a sigh, before actually turning to give the kid his full attention. He’s sure he’ll come off as intimidating no matter what he does, so there’s no need to bother with trying to act all ‘prim and proper’ or something like that. 

“What’re you asking me?” He asks for clarification; doesn’t bother to add on the fact that he’s been here perhaps all of a few hours, asking him for help is likely a waste of time unless it involves hunting something down. “Didn’t catch it the first time.”

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@yuki-no-joo

It was bad enough that he woke up here in the first place. It got worse, the more strange things he saw and heard (after all, the hell were they talking about, ‘experiment?’ and why were they hiding behind some window?).

Perhaps what set the icing of total displeasure on the cake was the fact that he couldn’t find his blade; only some cheap wooden replica, certainly nothing close to the strength of what he really is.

The fake blade, of course, is still brought with him as he makes his way down the streets of this entirely unfamiliar place with heavy footsteps. There’d be absolutely no way in hell he’d leave himself defenseless, especially not in the face of a situation like this. 

Manners are not important right now. The crowds are too thick, there’s too many people loitering around, most of them dressed in sorts of garb he’d never seen, nor imagined before. It almost felt like some sort of dream his mind had decided to come up with to fuck with him--and then Doutanuki wheels around a corner, sees Kousetsu Samonji gazing back at him, and suddenly it feels less like a dream.

Why the hell would this guy be in his dreams, after all?

“...What?” Is his initial response; it’s more snippy than he intended it to be, but he’s unhappy. Besides the fact, he was never known for his grace or pleasant demeanor in the first place. “The hell’s that look for? Actually, I’ve got a better question for you: what the hell is this?”

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what am I thinking, making an ad on sunday--

but I’m too pumped to wait, so here comes the starter call! I’m going to cap this at 2, but all you sword castmates out there don’t need to worry about the cap. hit me with your best shot.

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without a prior reserve, i'm putting in an application for doutanuki masakuni of touken ranbu! app can be found at /app or the third link on the hover menu, thank you kindly!!

Welcome to the Hive, Doutanuki!

You’ll be housed in apartment h-4.

You’ll retain your ability to use awakening up to 3x per day.

You’ll also be given a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!

— mod o12

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arobro:

Everyone looks good in a black shirt

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( testing )