[There's been so many injured people. November arrived and aided Atsushi, but didn't see very well what happened to the rest. Getting details from other people is hard sometimes, so he comes to see Yasusada]
How is it going? Have you been through this song and dance before?
[Have you been injured this badly before, Yasusada?]
[Says that without sounding sorry at all. Although November did come here because of some concern towards Yasusada -- as well as concern towards others -- he did select Yasusada to ask some questions.
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Or that's how it would be if it wasn't for a little, tiny detail]
Are you in any condition to speak? You did get a slit throat. Don't overdo it.
Consider texting with the phone instead of speaking.
[Hm...perhaps asking Yasusada to tell everything about what happened won't work, he thinks. Talking could risk damaging his throat and telling everything via text message is impractical.
Goodbye to the plan of asking Yasudada a lot of questions, yup]
[November is the smartest person Yasusada's spoken to because no one else has suggest this, which I find very funny
But that's a good idea!! He presumably has his phone back, so he gets it out--there are some small cuts on his hands, but his fingers aren't really injured, so. He texts November, because he doesn't know how to do text to speech.]
[Here is Yasusada!! He's clearly been in the healing pods properly, this time--he's got some scars and bruises left over, but the bandage on his neck is gone. And when he speaks, his voice is back to normal.]
No-san? [That's his name now apparently] What did you think of that?
[No-san, now that's a new one. These people around here sure like to give nicknames!]
Good to see you can speak with no problems now.
[Hm! That question, too...let's seeeee...]
It was an unfair ordeal imposed by the Prism. Neither Ryunosuke nor Kazuma deserved this.
[While he's not exactly distraught over the deaths, of course he finds no enjoyment or thinks any of it makes sense. It's cruelty for the sake of cruelty]
[The bubble ambushed them. Not that November minds too much -- there's only one thing he doesn't want others to see, and so far, only one person has gotten it. Once the memory starts, he's glad to see this is not that one]
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Perhaps seeing November tied up with a rope is unexpected. There he is, standing to a side, while a woman unties him. Several men with armor and large weaponry barged into what seems to be a room in a bar, where a burly man and a kid are pointed at. November, as usual, has such a calm expression you'd think he's just a spectator in everything.
"You're like a knight in shining armor, Misaki" he said to the woman. Misaki Kirihara, officer from Tokyo.
"Who are they?"
"The ones responsible for the explosions" he replied, rubbing his wrist.
"I'm glad you're not hurt" Misaki said, focusing back on what's obviously a pair of very dangerous individuals. They have their hands in the air. What she says next, though, is something November didn't expect, because his usual smile is replaced by a puzzled expression. "Your partner led me here"
Partner...now that was...unexpected. Dolls were people who were used for reconaissance and spying, thanks to their ability to see in other locations through a specific material. In July's case, it was glass. He did know July had pinpointed his location, but he hadn't expected the 'partner' part. Dolls are inexpresive and have almost nothing in their heads except what you program in them.
That July had, by his own volition, apparently called him a partner...it brought pause to November. He kept thinking about it while the kid and the man were getting apprehended. Suddenly, the kid made a gesture, dragging his thumb on the side of his face, and as soon as he did, handprints lighted up in the area. Wherever these handprints were at an explosion happened, flinging shrapnel and broken stuff around. A Contractor, indeed. While everything exploded and the criminals ran away, November grabbed Kirihara, shielding her, and threw themselves to the floor.
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The kid was running, having been fighting with another person of interest. The kid that harmed April and got her gravely injured in the hospital. Not only this was his job, it also was personal. November took advantage of the moment the kid stepped on a puddle, freezing his shoes in place.
"I forgot to tell you something" he said, while very unkempt-looking from the explosions earlier, his suit ruined, and himself supported by Misaki. July was by right his side. "Good boys shouldn't be up this late"
"Get out of my way!" the kid shouted, crouching and melting away the ice, running away towards a building.
No way he could get away! Misaki tried to run after him, but November stopped her immediately. After telling her to go pursue the man, November made clear his intentions: "I have to teach that mischievous boy a lesson" Misaki didn't seem convinced, so November added, lying a hand on top of July's head -- an almost affectionate gesture that he hadn't ever tried before. "Don't worry. July is by my side. Hurry, Misaki"
There was no way that woman was unaware that, if November caught up to that little bomber, that target would be as good as dead! Despite that she ran away, leaving him to handle the kid. The kid taunted them, telling them to reach him to fight, having taken shelter on the upper floors of a building. Inside, from what November could see, was some sort of lobby, darkened and very mundane-looking. Ah, an aquarium, a good source of water. Having analyzed the surroundings, November decided to advance towards the aquarium, extending a hand towards it.
"Prints" said July very softly, emotionless. November stopped immediately. "They're everywhere"
"I set traps on everything you're capable of freezing! You can't attack me!" the kid bragged upstairs. "Come and get me if you can! You're supposed to be an excellent Contractor, aren't you?!"
Yes. Yes, he'd get him. November frowned, his mind already working on how to handle the situation. By the time November was already running up the stairs with July behind him, everything in the lobby began exploding, filling the room with fire!
There! The door! November moved to grab the doorknob. Before he could, though, July grabbed November's coat, stopping him, right when the door lighted up with about two dozen handprints, exploding and blasting the wall in front of it -- and where November would have been at if July hadn't stopped him!
"We can do it" July murmured. There was absolutely no change in his perpetually blank expression. Still...it was the first time November had heard him say anything like that. November couldn't help it, he smiled at his partner.
The entire building shook, several explosions happening all over it. Walls, roof, everything fell apart, its structure compromised -- but the building didn't fall. November asked July to stand back at a safe distance. Wouldn't want him to get hurt during the confrontation, after all. Having confirmed thanks to July's vision the kid they were hunting was in this room, November waited.
And while he waited, it began raining, raining pretty heavily. A very convenient rain that could only mean one thing, he realized. April was back in action, and was nearby. A word from July confirmed it, having used his power to figure out where she was.
These were truly great partners for him.
When the door opened, November moved immediately, with a large icicle in his hand. Smiling coldly at the kid, he reared his arm and plunged the icicle right into the kid's chest.
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November sat inside the building, the kid's corpse right there, and everything was soaking wet -- including the cigarettes he needed now. How troublesome that after using his power he had to do something as awful as smoking! While he tried in vain to smoke, link texta woman approached him, with a considerable amount of bandages, and holding a dry carton of cigarettes at him.
"What's this? Revenge on my behalf?" she asked him, almost teasing.
November gratefully took a cigarette. "That's not funny" he said, very glad to see her. It was obvious from a glance how comfortable he felt with her around.
"Neither was your joke" she said, drinking a can of beer. Just a couple steps away, July waited for them to recover.
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[When the memory was over, November could only watch where the bubble had been at, staring at it with something pretty close to nostalgia]
...what a convenient way for others to meet my team. These bubbles are such a breach of privacy, aren't they?
[Not only his own status as a Contractor is clear as day, but his team's apperances got revealed. Were he still part of the MI6, he'd be very alarmed!]
[CLAWS MY WAY OUT OF SHITPOSTING TAGS back to this.
By now, Yasusada's gotten used to these, even if he doesn't necessarily like them. He braces himself--but fortunately, this memory isn't particularly traumatic, though it's no less disorienting when it ends.
His team...]
Right, you talked about them before. [He remembers!] Your partner looks young.
He is. As you may imagine at first I wasn't too interested in taking along a child -- but the anomaly that caused people to gain powers didn't care about things like age, and my superiors didn't seem to think him being a child was an issue.
[There even have been Contractors who were born as one, meaning they weren't ever human at any point. Rough world, his is!]
But it turned out to be a good idea. July is indispensable.
[And lucky enough to be the only one of this team of three who survives to the end of canon, really]
[He's heard similar sentiments before, about age and limitations--but they never land quite right with him, due to his extremely limited experiences. It won't ever make sense to a sword whose master was a young prodigy who began training at 9 years old, after all.
He smiles at that, though.]
I'm glad you can rely on him like that.
[But the bubble hasn't freed them yet, so... in exchange, November can have this memory.]
[For all that November is a DIRTY SWORD-BREAKER yams apparently doesn't feel like holding a grudge about it, if the way he nods at November in greeting is any indication. He looks a little tired and sad, but that's also probably not surprising.]
In the end... we couldn't figure out what happened to Chinatsu.
Indeed. We didn't even find what caused her injuries or the burn mark. As far as solving a crime goes, we did quite badly.
['Quite badly' are words that, in his opinion, doesn't include his autopsy work because that was done competently enough]
Once that rebar arrived I wondered if perhaps Chang Geng had something to do with the crime, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Other than that I currently have no theories.
[November should be able to do a better job, but his way of playing detective and finding out stuff is way too shady and sometimes deadly for it to be a good idea. Alas]
We must have. There's a single piece of information from the autopsy I concealed at the time, judging revealing it would cause more trouble than it's worth, but now I wonder if perhaps that was a miscalculation. I don't see how it may have led anywhere, though.
[Having a completely objective view of things doesn't mean he's infallible, really. While he had good reasons to avoid mentioning this, maybe it wasn't the right choice]
[Now this is unusual: a new message from November]
Had you ever seen anything like what happened today?
[November is no stranger to extremely powerful beings. There's one Contractor in particular who was renowned for her power and her ruthlessness, and November had to kill her when it was likely she was recovering her powers. Facing her had him pretty scared -- enough to kill her upon sight.
Everything that happened today has him pretty scared too. Not only there are individuals who may turn into...things like Malik, their effects on everyone are extremely harmful and gets in the way of attacking them.
No wonder at some point he locked himself in his room to think, and in the meantime sent a text message to the first person he could think of, to talk]
a couple fo different ways mostly its our enemies the retrograde army but i dont think thyer here or we wouldve sensed them from the start me and buzen and kiyomitsu i mean but its like
[A long pause, as he thinks about it.]
its hard to explain but not all swords are tsukumogami were mostly created because of the strong emotions of our humans like our smiths or our masters and sometimes if those humans have a lot of strong negative emotions for a long time it can start to corrupt us and we corrupt them back in turn at least i think thats ow it is it never happened to me and i never saw it for msself
In other words, it's a constant cycle that, once it starts, will keep going until something is done about it.
[At least 'something' doesn't have to be someone dying, but separating the sword away from the human corrupting it seems like the first thing to do, admittedly!
Can a corrupted sword return to some measure of normality?
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week 1 -- after CYOA
How is it going? Have you been through this song and dance before?
[Have you been injured this badly before, Yasusada?]
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Yasusada is conscious, now--his slit throat has been semi-healed and bandaged, as have the cuts and scratches on his face.
He shakes his head.]
Injured, but--not like this. [His voice is weak, strained.]
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[Says that without sounding sorry at all. Although November did come here because of some concern towards Yasusada -- as well as concern towards others -- he did select Yasusada to ask some questions.
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Or that's how it would be if it wasn't for a little, tiny detail]
Are you in any condition to speak? You did get a slit throat. Don't overdo it.
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[He probably shouldn't be talking as much as he has been, but. Well. He's still not used to the limits of a human body.]
Couldn't breathe--blood I think. But I'm okay.
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[Hm...perhaps asking Yasusada to tell everything about what happened won't work, he thinks. Talking could risk damaging his throat and telling everything via text message is impractical.
Goodbye to the plan of asking Yasudada a lot of questions, yup]
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But that's a good idea!! He presumably has his phone back, so he gets it out--there are some small cuts on his hands, but his fingers aren't really injured, so. He texts November, because he doesn't know how to do text to speech.]
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No-san? [That's his name now apparently] What did you think of that?
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Good to see you can speak with no problems now.
[Hm! That question, too...let's seeeee...]
It was an unfair ordeal imposed by the Prism. Neither Ryunosuke nor Kazuma deserved this.
[While he's not exactly distraught over the deaths, of course he finds no enjoyment or thinks any of it makes sense. It's cruelty for the sake of cruelty]
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The repairs took a while, but I think I'm okay now.
[But as for the execution... yeah, that about sums it up.]
Mm. That wasn't an execution. [It was a spectacle, which he doesn't like.]
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Maybe... it's different from the kind of torture I know, but it looked like it was using his mind against him.
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Week 3 -- Memory Share on Tuesday Morning!
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Perhaps seeing November tied up with a rope is unexpected. There he is, standing to a side, while a woman unties him. Several men with armor and large weaponry barged into what seems to be a room in a bar, where a burly man and a kid are pointed at. November, as usual, has such a calm expression you'd think he's just a spectator in everything.
"You're like a knight in shining armor, Misaki" he said to the woman. Misaki Kirihara, officer from Tokyo.
"Who are they?"
"The ones responsible for the explosions" he replied, rubbing his wrist.
"I'm glad you're not hurt" Misaki said, focusing back on what's obviously a pair of very dangerous individuals. They have their hands in the air. What she says next, though, is something November didn't expect, because his usual smile is replaced by a puzzled expression. "Your partner led me here"
"Partner?"
"Yes, July"
Partner...now that was...unexpected. Dolls were people who were used for reconaissance and spying, thanks to their ability to see in other locations through a specific material. In July's case, it was glass. He did know July had pinpointed his location, but he hadn't expected the 'partner' part. Dolls are inexpresive and have almost nothing in their heads except what you program in them.
That July had, by his own volition, apparently called him a partner...it brought pause to November. He kept thinking about it while the kid and the man were getting apprehended. Suddenly, the kid made a gesture, dragging his thumb on the side of his face, and as soon as he did, handprints lighted up in the area. Wherever these handprints were at an explosion happened, flinging shrapnel and broken stuff around. A Contractor, indeed. While everything exploded and the criminals ran away, November grabbed Kirihara, shielding her, and threw themselves to the floor.
-ooooo-
The kid was running, having been fighting with another person of interest. The kid that harmed April and got her gravely injured in the hospital. Not only this was his job, it also was personal. November took advantage of the moment the kid stepped on a puddle, freezing his shoes in place.
"I forgot to tell you something" he said, while very unkempt-looking from the explosions earlier, his suit ruined, and himself supported by Misaki. July was by right his side. "Good boys shouldn't be up this late"
"Get out of my way!" the kid shouted, crouching and melting away the ice, running away towards a building.
No way he could get away! Misaki tried to run after him, but November stopped her immediately. After telling her to go pursue the man, November made clear his intentions: "I have to teach that mischievous boy a lesson" Misaki didn't seem convinced, so November added, lying a hand on top of July's head -- an almost affectionate gesture that he hadn't ever tried before. "Don't worry. July is by my side. Hurry, Misaki"
There was no way that woman was unaware that, if November caught up to that little bomber, that target would be as good as dead! Despite that she ran away, leaving him to handle the kid. The kid taunted them, telling them to reach him to fight, having taken shelter on the upper floors of a building. Inside, from what November could see, was some sort of lobby, darkened and very mundane-looking. Ah, an aquarium, a good source of water. Having analyzed the surroundings, November decided to advance towards the aquarium, extending a hand towards it.
"Prints" said July very softly, emotionless. November stopped immediately. "They're everywhere"
"I set traps on everything you're capable of freezing! You can't attack me!" the kid bragged upstairs. "Come and get me if you can! You're supposed to be an excellent Contractor, aren't you?!"
Yes. Yes, he'd get him. November frowned, his mind already working on how to handle the situation. By the time November was already running up the stairs with July behind him, everything in the lobby began exploding, filling the room with fire!
There! The door! November moved to grab the doorknob. Before he could, though, July grabbed November's coat, stopping him, right when the door lighted up with about two dozen handprints, exploding and blasting the wall in front of it -- and where November would have been at if July hadn't stopped him!
"We can do it" July murmured. There was absolutely no change in his perpetually blank expression. Still...it was the first time November had heard him say anything like that. November couldn't help it, he smiled at his partner.
The entire building shook, several explosions happening all over it. Walls, roof, everything fell apart, its structure compromised -- but the building didn't fall. November asked July to stand back at a safe distance. Wouldn't want him to get hurt during the confrontation, after all. Having confirmed thanks to July's vision the kid they were hunting was in this room, November waited.
And while he waited, it began raining, raining pretty heavily. A very convenient rain that could only mean one thing, he realized. April was back in action, and was nearby. A word from July confirmed it, having used his power to figure out where she was.
These were truly great partners for him.
When the door opened, November moved immediately, with a large icicle in his hand. Smiling coldly at the kid, he reared his arm and plunged the icicle right into the kid's chest.
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November sat inside the building, the kid's corpse right there, and everything was soaking wet -- including the cigarettes he needed now. How troublesome that after using his power he had to do something as awful as smoking! While he tried in vain to smoke, link texta woman approached him, with a considerable amount of bandages, and holding a dry carton of cigarettes at him.
"What's this? Revenge on my behalf?" she asked him, almost teasing.
November gratefully took a cigarette. "That's not funny" he said, very glad to see her. It was obvious from a glance how comfortable he felt with her around.
"Neither was your joke" she said, drinking a can of beer. Just a couple steps away, July waited for them to recover.
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[When the memory was over, November could only watch where the bubble had been at, staring at it with something pretty close to nostalgia]
...what a convenient way for others to meet my team. These bubbles are such a breach of privacy, aren't they?
[Not only his own status as a Contractor is clear as day, but his team's apperances got revealed. Were he still part of the MI6, he'd be very alarmed!]
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By now, Yasusada's gotten used to these, even if he doesn't necessarily like them. He braces himself--but fortunately, this memory isn't particularly traumatic, though it's no less disorienting when it ends.
His team...]
Right, you talked about them before. [He remembers!] Your partner looks young.
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He is. As you may imagine at first I wasn't too interested in taking along a child -- but the anomaly that caused people to gain powers didn't care about things like age, and my superiors didn't seem to think him being a child was an issue.
[There even have been Contractors who were born as one, meaning they weren't ever human at any point. Rough world, his is!]
But it turned out to be a good idea. July is indispensable.
[And lucky enough to be the only one of this team of three who survives to the end of canon, really]
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He smiles at that, though.]
I'm glad you can rely on him like that.
[But the bubble hasn't freed them yet, so... in exchange, November can have this memory.]
w3, saturday
In the end... we couldn't figure out what happened to Chinatsu.
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['Quite badly' are words that, in his opinion, doesn't include his autopsy work because that was done competently enough]
Once that rebar arrived I wondered if perhaps Chang Geng had something to do with the crime, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Other than that I currently have no theories.
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[HE IS A SWORD he only knows how to do murders, not how to solve them.]
All I can think of is that there's something we missed.
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We must have. There's a single piece of information from the autopsy I concealed at the time, judging revealing it would cause more trouble than it's worth, but now I wonder if perhaps that was a miscalculation. I don't see how it may have led anywhere, though.
[Having a completely objective view of things doesn't mean he's infallible, really. While he had good reasons to avoid mentioning this, maybe it wasn't the right choice]
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What was it?
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Week 3 --- Sunday
Had you ever seen anything like what happened today?
[November is no stranger to extremely powerful beings. There's one Contractor in particular who was renowned for her power and her ruthlessness, and November had to kill her when it was likely she was recovering her powers. Facing her had him pretty scared -- enough to kill her upon sight.
Everything that happened today has him pretty scared too. Not only there are individuals who may turn into...things like Malik, their effects on everyone are extremely harmful and gets in the way of attacking them.
No wonder at some point he locked himself in his room to think, and in the meantime sent a text message to the first person he could think of, to talk]
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no
defintel not here but not at home either
or i guess
ive seen corrupt swords buefore but its not like this
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[He's urgently seeking a frame of reference for the situation, admittedly! Even though Yasusada already said it's not like this, but he asked anyway!]
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a couple fo different ways
mostly its our enemies
the retrograde army
but i dont think thyer here or we wouldve sensed them from the start
me and buzen and kiyomitsu i mean
but its like
[A long pause, as he thinks about it.]
its hard to explain but
not all swords are tsukumogami
were mostly created because of the strong emotions of our humans
like our smiths or our masters
and sometimes if those humans have a lot of strong negative emotions for a long time
it can start to corrupt us and we corrupt them back in turn
at least i think thats ow it is
it never happened to me and i never saw it for msself
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[At least 'something' doesn't have to be someone dying, but separating the sword away from the human corrupting it seems like the first thing to do, admittedly!
Can a corrupted sword return to some measure of normality?
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