rengokuni

[rengokuni]

risusgemina:

♛ — “Come closer.” She beckoned him and as expected of the foolish idealist, he obediently came closer (despite showing a wary face). In one fluid motion, she pulled out a water gun hidden in her robes and shot a stream of water directly into the swordsman’s face. The look on his face was too priceless to behold and Okuni burst out into laughter.

Oh poor, poor Sakichi. What was he expecting from one of the prankster twins of Oumi? He was a such an amusing person to play with, that she had missed this. If only Baren was also here…

“When I came to this strange place, they gave me this! Do you like it, Sakichan?”

Sakichi was eternally, woefully susceptible, it seemed, to these two’s pranks. He should have known better than to think, even for a second, that an interaction with them could go without them fooling him, and that fact was more present than ever as he was hit with a sharp spray of cold water, right in the face. 

Surprised, he made a garbled "hghrh” and stumbled back a few steps, wiping irritatedly at his eyes. His bangs dripped more moisture onto his skin as he recovered enough to glare at Okuni; taking advantage of the situation to pull one on him like that...

“Kumou...! You always---” He cut off early to give a frustrated sigh, though it quickly gave way to a fleeting private smile. It’s almost sad that he’d missed the pranks, as aggravating as they were... with one more sigh, he changed the subject, letting her off the hook for now. (For now.) “Have you been to your housing yet?”

[rengokuni]

On the flip side, when you are from Old Japan, everyone else looks like they’re wearing foreign fashion -- and for all the differences between 1577 and 2003, even clothes from the same region might as well be foreign anyway. Sakichi had returned to the fountain to continue his reading amid these unfamiliarly-clad passers-by, and found himself looking up every so often to squint above the reflections of the light off the fountain’s spray and people-watch for a minute or so. It was then that he first saw the dynamic duo, one walking in front of the other.

Were those two... attached to each other? was his first thought, and he leaned over slightly to get a better view while they were still reasonably far off. It seemed that the lead of the two had already caught sight of him as well, though, so he hurriedly lowered his head again to his book.

After a moment they approached enough so that he could hear them speaking, though at first the words were so unfamiliar that he missed the first half of Light’s sentence amidst terms with likely more letters than he knew what to do with. He did catch the last part, though, looking back up at the speaker. “No, I didn’t. It’s merely a nice spot. You did, then?” Up until this point, Sakichi had been refusing to let his eyes wander to the straggler behind him, but impulsively, his mouth formed words before his brain could stop it. “And why are you handcuffed together?”

✎ @rengokuni​ has committed a criminal act!

The criminal act of being a fashion disaster, that was. Who did this person think they were? Clad in old Japanese fashion, with bright green bun to boot. It was almost like the other person wasn’t aware they currently lived in the year 2003. When you considered that types like these walked around the city, it was almost completely ridiculous that Light was the suspicious one here.

Not that L really seemed fazed as Light tugged him along by the chain that connected them. Light mindlessly answered responses to the word game, Shiritori, he was playing with the renowned detective. Once the brunet stopped in front of Fairy Fountain, he turned his head to eye Sakichi.

“Did you come here to– Hold on. 「Suprématie」–” That was in response to the “intergouvernementalisations“ L had just uttered during their game play. “– Make a wish too?“

Hopefully, you wished for your own death? Even without the Death Note, Light could probably get creative and drown you in the fountain or something. If deemed necessary, that was. Which it probably wasn’t. Aw.

[rengokuni]

risusgemina:

♛ — “Did Baren not tell you that I am strong, Sakichan? Fufu. It would be best not to underestimate me.” She chuckled softly, amused by his disarrayed appearance. Though she would not express it, somewhere in her heart, she felt a little touched by his concern. He was a foolish idealist, that Sakichi Ishida, but he fought for his ideals honestly with a kind heart.

Which all the more made him just as much of a fun target to wreak mischief on.

“But since you’ve went through all the trouble to search for me, Sakichan, I’ll reward with a little gift.”

“I can see that for myself now. And don’t forget I have fought you once,” he said noncommittally, “though I doubt you were putting forth full effort back then.” Now that he thought about it, wasn’t it always hard to tell if those twins were genuinely trying at something, or if they were just playing? And Sakichi himself was particularly bad at it. All he could do was accept whatever they threw at him... like, unfortunately, right now. He raised an eyebrow, somewhat thrown for a loop by her sudden change of topic.

“A gift...?” He approached slowly, somewhat warily, but perhaps the time he’d spent here had already lowered his guard...?

[rengokuni]

It wasn’t a mystery that Sakichi was being stared at -- one thing that years of training does help with is telling when someone’s got their eyes on you. But the intent didn’t feel malicious at all, so Sakichi simply continued to sit on the rim of the fountain as he had been, eyes cast down at his book. It’s a work he’d never heard of, likely by an author far beyond his years, but being able to read the familiar words and nuance was relaxing. He was content to remain that way and ignore whomever was staring, but it seemed that was soon to come to an end.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, Sakichi looked up from something about “an unmistakable something in common” between three sisters to see a young man walking up to him and sitting opposite. He looked clearly uncomfortable (with what, Sakichi wasn’t sure) so he set the book down and tucked his hands neatly in his lap, trying to seem unintimidating, even if the customarily flat expression on his face didn’t do much in that respect.

He was summarily thrown as soon as Rin started asking his questions, though.

“A-- A demon? No!” He placed a hand over his face for a moment. “You cannot go around asking people if they are demons just because they share a hair color... and besides, people are hardly comparable to---” He cut himself off before he could say “fables” -- that was something that he had yet to rid himself of, even if he knew by now that they were real.

@rengokuni

    Satan spawn or not Rin was still young and young people were often curious. Rin happened to fit into this category of young people who were curious. A strange city meant that Rin had a lot of questions, most of which were about the city but some of which that were about the man over there’s clothing. It’d been several minutes of contemplation, Rin poised awkwardly on a bench as he attempted to make it unnoticeable that he was, in fact, staring at the guy. 

    It wasn’t very long until his patience ran short. 

    A foot tap and an awkward twist later and Rin was on his feet, shuffling toward the green haired fellow. “Eeeexcuuuuuse me,” Rin dragged out as he slipped cautiously into the seat across from the guy. Man, Yukio would kick his ass if he knew how intrusive Rin was being. Don’t mention his clothes, don’t mention his clothes… “Are you a demon?” Nope, get out of there, what’d you do - “I mean, because of your hair, I knew a guy with green hair who was a demon.” 

   Nooooo. 

[rengokuni]

This wasn’t -- thankfully -- like his encounter with Baren. Sakichi saw her hopefully before she caught sight of him, rather than falling into one of her traps. Still, he suspected that either way, he would still be the same amount of relieved to see that she was alive and well -- hopefully, as well as she could be. How exactly that had led to him watching her from behind a row of bushes he wasn’t sure, but the jig was up now. 

He straightened, dusting leaves from his tunic and plucking one from where it had gotten stuck in his hair. All the while, an expression of somewhat bemused surprise lingered on his face, almost as if he couldn’t believe Okuni was standing in front of him. 

“It is just a... surprise to see you here,” he said much more quietly than his usual brash tone. A moment passed before he took a breath and followed up. “I’m glad to see you were safe, after all.” A rueful smile flitted over his face for just a moment; he should have known better, apparently, than to doubt the Kumous, even for a moment. Having both of them appear before him now was as good a testament as any, to that particular sentiment.

starter for @rengokuni​!!

♛ — “For such a courageous idealist who went at lengths to know about us, where are those courage now, Sakichan?” The young woman waved her fan almost haughtily, her lips curved into a playful smile.

“I can see you perfectly fine from here~ There is no need to observe me in secret.”

[rengokuni]

are we HEROES keeping PEACE? or are we WEAPONS? pointed at the ENEMY  so someone ELSE can claim a VICTORY?

[rengokuni]

For someone who moves so fast in combat, Sakichi is sometimes... woefully slow to respond. Which is why, for the past minute or so, he’s been sitting stock still as a girl he doesn’t know tugs at his sleeve and pokes at him tentatively. He’s about to open his mouth and ask exactly what in the world she’s doing, but she speaks before he does and he closes his mouth again. That’s cool. Except that she offers exactly no answers, so he considers for a second and then continues on his previous action.

“Hardly. I expect you’re much the same, though, in that you have been brought from an outside place. Was that all you were trying to figure out, with all of that prodding?”

@rengokuni !

SHE tries her best not to pry, but self-restraint has never been her strong suit. A little pinch of his clothing yields no results that she can discern, so Pascal instead gives him a gentle poke. Seeking a certain texture, perhaps, to find if he is so different from any she knows… but, alas, no. Really, he’s just dressed funny, not as though she has any particular room to talk. Still, something seemed unusual about this man…

“Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay… you’re not from around here, are ya?”

NOBODY is from ‘around here’ but the sheep.

[rengokuni]

It seemed to be a trend lately for people to run into him, literally. Sakichi had just returned from shopping -- which, in itself, was an absolute process. What was with the way that things were arranged now, and why in the world was it so cold in those aisles? -- and was heading across the lobby of the Hummingbird Hotel himself. Admittedly he was also looking down, to check that his bags were intact, and he’d long grown used to the ambient noise in the city, so the muttering across from him did little to attract his attention, until -- 

With little more than a muffled thump, the two collided, and Sakichi nearly fell over, unbalanced by the weight at his arms. The bags swung slightly as he instinctively reached for his own blade, and his hand was resting on the hilt when his brain caught up to him. No samurai here. No Iga ninja. He turned his head to look at the considerably taller man he’d walked into.

“My apologies -- I should have been paying more attention. Are you all right?” At the same time, his brain took in that this man looked much more similar to what he was used to, with both his clothing and his own blade.

@rengokuni

Walking across the hobby of his new ‘home’; the Hummingbird Hotel, Izuminokami kept his head down and did his best to avoid others’ gazes. His sword was garnering him many strange looks. Having coming from a citadel where swords were a way of life (they were their lives, really), it made the Uchigatana uncomfortable. But it wasn’t as though he could simply leave it somewhere, the blade itself was his reason for living. If anything happened to it, he’d…

“Nnnn, if only Kunihiro was here…”

Caught up in his grousing, Izuminokami didn’t notice the person before him until he’d walked into him.

“Uwaah!”

[rengokuni]

The day was somewhat overcast, the clouds hanging low over the sky but not yet threatening the city with the rain in their underbellies. Typical of Oumi, Sakichi thought for a moment, before he shook his head. They were no longer in Oumi, or in Japan at all. What was the usual there held no sway here. Still, if he looked up past the taller buildings, he could pretend he’d never left – though which living space was the better option he’d still yet to figure out.

It was no time for that, though, not when he realized that he still had a ways to go until he reached the hotel, and he wasn’t willing to test the clouds overhead to see if they would allow him a leisurely walk. His gait sped up to a brisk trot. – Though, perhaps as a result, he wasn’t looking around quite as much as he should have been, to make sure his path didn’t cross, literally, with any of the others on the street.

The bike came from his left, and he barely managed to jerk his head around and catch a brief glimpse of its rider before the two of them collided, Sakichi knocked back to the side by the impact. The metal of the bicycle creaked in a distressed manner, as though it knew its owner had just taken a spill; at the same time, Sakichi landed on the bony part of his hip, cushioned only by the multiple layers of clothing he was wearing, and the holster of his blade rode up into his ribs, sending the sword and its sheathe clattering out onto the pavement.

It took him a moment afterward to get his bearings, but by the time he shook his head and started to push himself upright, the other party had already offered his hand. Sakichi took it gratefully, though he eased off on his hold when he realized that the handkerchief tucked around it hid a wound. 

“Please don’t worry about it,” he said, once he was fully upright. He released Shuji’s helping hand and turned slightly, wincing at the movement, to look for his sword. “I’m all right. Accidents like this happen.” A pause. “Moreover, you took a fall too. Are you all right?” Sakichi inclined his head toward his covered hand.

An Unfortunate Bicycling Accident

@rengokuni

It isn’t a habit of Shuji’s to look on the bright side of anything at all. It takes quite a deal of force to make himself do anything but dwell on the negatives. But, he’s trying. He has a home. A job. He’s alive. Things seem organized. He was able to buy a bike. He doesn’t know these people, they don’t know him, his darkness, his lies. He wasted ten years of his life.

Ah, he slipped up.

Irritation rising – again – he turned a sharp, unfamiliar corner. Totally unfamiliar. All this listing was keeping him from the rising bite of frustration concerning this specific situation: being lost. For a moment, he considered the possibility that this situation couldn’t be worse, trying to summon some form of comfort. But he had turned the corner now, and life has no mercy for evil men it seems.

He saw the other man but a second before hitting him full on. It wasn’t a full-speed collision, but it was enough to feel a jolt through the bike, tires wobbling, pitching sideways. Shuji lost his balance – he fell sideways, tucked himself on instinct and rolled, protecting his head with his hands and realizing he had forgotten to buy a helmet. As nice as the sidewalks and roads here were, they were still stone, biting, cold stone, chewing through the skin of his hands.

His fault. Shuji hopped up to his feet, crossing over to the fallen individual and ignoring his fallen, brand new bike. His fault, had to own up to it. Reaching a hand into his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief to cover his bleeding hand, and then offered it to the man on the ground. His fault, his careless, stupid, failing nature struck again.

“I’m so sorry.” His lips moved like a robot, saying words that, while he meant them this time, had been said as a lie so many times that they came from a distant place Shuji could never reach. “Are you okay?”

[rengokuni]

andalasianprince:

“Simply not. There are many who will risk a moment of their time for gold. It is how economy works. Supply and demand.”

He pauses for a moment. “You make a good point, but still -- you have asked the wrong person, and in such a manner. Perhaps you should first grow used to doing it yourself.”

[rengokuni]

ALL RIGHT THAT’S ALL THE STUFF I HAD TO DO besides memes. I think... maybe? Anyway, time for an introduction post since I totally forgot up until now, and it’s a good time since I just got caught up.

I’m Nils (not to be confused with Nils, the one that was already a member of Stella before me), I’m a 16-year-old high school student, and I LOVE CAPSLOCK!!! I love Donten ni Warau and Rengoku ni Warau! I also love naps! And I have one more muse in Stella, which would be Amadeus Frockhart (Messiah Reed). I’m fairly new here, but I’m having a really good time in Stella so far, and I appreciate the community a lot!

I’m not going to go back and count the number of exclamation points I’ve used in this post alone, but as you can see, I’m friendly, and would love to talk and plot with you guys outside of in-character threads. My main twitter -- which I’m on pretty much all the time that I’m awake -- is @kashozanmai, and I’m always up to talking there! So yes! Glad to be here, and hope to see you all around!

[rengokuni]

complexedstigma:

Cloud nodded. “Somethin’ like that. Lot faster than a horse, though.” Or a chocobo. But he kept that thought to himself again. The guy still looked curious about Fenrir. So Cloud slipped onto the seat of the bike.

“You wanna see how it works?”

Caught off-guard, Sakichi couldn’t help but to stumble over the start of his sentence. “H-how it works?” He watched as Cloud threw a leg over the bike and settled down, considering; a ride on something he’d never seen, with someone he’d just barely met. But he’d never been one to distrust, especially not people who didn’t strike him as liars -- and Cloud wasn’t one of them.

“Then, if you will have me,” he said after a few seconds, and slipped onto the motorcycle behind him.

[rengokuni]

There was another pause as Sakichi stopped to parse her words; as someone who lived -- well, had lived? -- in the Tenshou era, he was hardly used to being stopped on account of his sword. As it was, it took a few seconds for him to realize it was the sword being talked about in the first place; and then it took another few seconds for him to completely misinterpret the meaning of her words.

“Do not worry. I’m confident in my skill, so no harm will come to anyone around me.”

“Hey…” a brief pause as she approached the man, finger twirling one of her pigtails in thought and caution “Are you sure you should be carrying that around in broad daylight? You don’t want the Cops on your tail, do you?”

@rengokuni

[rengokuni]

🌺

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

Sakichi’s eyes are drawn immediately by the bright flower, held by someone of equal vitality. Matching with Keen’s wide smile is a rose, its light yellow heart fading to a pastel orange at the ends of its petals. The single leaf still attached to its stem sways slightly as they approach, and the severe expression that no doubt was Sakichi’s first impression with them softens as he looks on. Once again there’s no need for him to lower his head, as they easily have half a foot on him, so he merely casts his eyes down as they tuck the flower a bit further back than the ones nestled at his ear, just so. 

“Thank you,” he says, and looks up to catch sight of the flower he gave to Keen earlier. He taps the side of his head to reflect it, a smile on his own face.

[rengokuni]

🌺 !!

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

The face is only vaguely familiar, as Sakichi’s only interacted with him once, but it’s a coincidence that it happened to be precisely this situation, only reversed. The flower Yusuke carries is barely pink, shot through with delicate darker veins; the star shape of the petals is offset by the whimsical curl of the center of the bloom. Sakichi turns his head slightly to the side as Yusuke threads the dusky brown stem through his hair, just above his bun. He tugs down the other end as it makes its way through, looking back up at his companion with a faint smile. 

“I see we have met again,” he says, somewhat amused. “Perhaps we should put this up to appointment next time, not chance.”

[rengokuni]

🌺

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

It doesn’t quite befit Link’s quiet appearance, not with its deep, vibrant fuchsia coloring, but the flower he holds is lovely nonetheless, hanging demurely down from a dusty green stem. Sakichi’s, by now, somewhat used to being approached with flowers, so he waits quietly as well as Link falls in step with him, and this time he doesn’t have to bow his head as Link places the blossom opposite the other two, nestling it above his ear. But he dips his head anyway in thanks, another smile flitting over his face. 

“Thank you. It is lovely,” he says. “I will be sure to return the favor in the future.”

[rengokuni]

🌺

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

The flower Hakuno holds is small, connected to another of its fellows by its light green stem, and its white petals tapered to soft points. He bows his head slightly – though not much, as the disparity between their heights is small – to allow her to place it above the nasturtium, dust from the stamen yellow on her fingers. He straightens when she’s done, looking at her surprised but content. The blossom perches just to the side of his bangs, splashing a bit of white on his green hair. 

“My thanks,” he says, with a small smile. Whatever the occasion, the flowers and generosity are sweet.