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thehometree2015-05-04 09:37 pm
hakanai) wrote in thehometree2015-05-04 09:37 pm
[Log: Open]
| characters | Yoshitsugu (open).
| date/time | Today, nighttime.
| location | Outside of the tree, close to the mist.
| rating | Starting PG, will change as necessary!
| summary | The music calls, so why resist? Best to just go with the flow and dance. (Or: when a strategist with a lot of sense in his head shows an apparent complete lack of it).
The call of the music from beyond the fog has been drawing Yoshitsugu in for days.
Before now there have been things to occupy him, his time filled enough that its allure has taken a back-seat to other matters. Now? Now there is not. It is damp outside, the weather unpleasant, but without any distractions the flow of things bids him to fly to the ground closer to the source and give into the urges that the music washes through him.
This is probably not wise at all, and Yoshitsugu knows it. Mere sound giving one such specific desires speaks of magic in the air, and the addition of that somewhat unsettling beautiful voice points to a single culprit beyond the wall of mist... not to mention the risks of going out in such weather when he has a constitution as poor as he does. Staring up into the grey without saying a thing or moving for a while, just listening, Yoshitsugu eventually closes his eyes and starts to dance.
It's a very slow dance, perhaps something more like graceful swaying in the wind, and barely even in time with the music.
His usual way of living is to go with the flow, which seems to have eradicated most of his self-preserving instincts over the years. If they had still been present Yoshitsugu would have returned to the tree immediately, cutting the risk from the weather and the enchantment both, but they are not, so there is nothing to stop him from continuing his dance... except, perhaps, another person spotting the pale blur in the dark and dragging him back inside.
(Yoshitsugu has spent much of his life being literally pulled around by either Takatora or Mitsunari, after all. Why would things be different even in a world such as this?)
| date/time | Today, nighttime.
| location | Outside of the tree, close to the mist.
| rating | Starting PG, will change as necessary!
| summary | The music calls, so why resist? Best to just go with the flow and dance. (Or: when a strategist with a lot of sense in his head shows an apparent complete lack of it).
The call of the music from beyond the fog has been drawing Yoshitsugu in for days.
Before now there have been things to occupy him, his time filled enough that its allure has taken a back-seat to other matters. Now? Now there is not. It is damp outside, the weather unpleasant, but without any distractions the flow of things bids him to fly to the ground closer to the source and give into the urges that the music washes through him.
This is probably not wise at all, and Yoshitsugu knows it. Mere sound giving one such specific desires speaks of magic in the air, and the addition of that somewhat unsettling beautiful voice points to a single culprit beyond the wall of mist... not to mention the risks of going out in such weather when he has a constitution as poor as he does. Staring up into the grey without saying a thing or moving for a while, just listening, Yoshitsugu eventually closes his eyes and starts to dance.
It's a very slow dance, perhaps something more like graceful swaying in the wind, and barely even in time with the music.
His usual way of living is to go with the flow, which seems to have eradicated most of his self-preserving instincts over the years. If they had still been present Yoshitsugu would have returned to the tree immediately, cutting the risk from the weather and the enchantment both, but they are not, so there is nothing to stop him from continuing his dance... except, perhaps, another person spotting the pale blur in the dark and dragging him back inside.
(Yoshitsugu has spent much of his life being literally pulled around by either Takatora or Mitsunari, after all. Why would things be different even in a world such as this?)
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But tonight it was impossible to ignore, and she had donned her gem and slipped out. She would keep her distance, and she had her sword and her magic. So she could escape quickly if there was need, right? And it made sense to figure out what was going on. It was coming from beyond the mist, and the mist needed to be investigate.
As she got further towards the sound her sensible self was doing a better job of talking her out of it (don't you remember Caldina?) when she spotted someone she certainly would not have expected to see. "Otani-san? What are you doing here?" The question popped out before she could consider its politeness.
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"Isn't it obvious?"
He sounded perfectly calm and at ease with what he was doing, voice and movements both not stuttering for a second. Even Yoshitsugu's wings fluttered in a rhythmic pattern.
"Tonight the flow guides my feet."
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"Are you sure it's a good idea, Otani-san?" she said, nervously turning to follow his movements. He was dancing with his eyes closed. That was worrying, even though he seemed to be doing so quite well. "The music is very compelling, but it's a little unnerving." More than a little, really. "Don't you think it's strange that it's happening at night, and drawing use close to the mist?"
Even so, she found that her feet were also dancing, matching Otani's movements. This might be worrisome, but at least the song was a very pleasant one to listen to.
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Settling into a dance that coordinated with Fuu was easy enough; a seasoned warrior, the sounds she made were all he needed to make sure he didn't bump into her even with his eyes closed.
"It's magic at work. That's obvious."
And of course there would be a player somewhere beyond that mist, and of course the chances were they meant no good whatsoever. Yoshitsugu spun around, still probably enjoying himself.
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She looked out into the mist, but it was hard enough to perceive the vague landscape beyond during the day. At night, she could just see gray darkness. "It's a very slow-acting kind of sorcery," she said, as she continued to dance. "We started hearing the violin about two weeks ago, didn't we? I would have thought someone trying to hypnotize us would have been in more of a hurry about it."