thehometree | JOURNEY OF THE DAY

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[ nai is very excited to be able to help out with one of the riddles. he's been trying ever since the first but has yet to offer anything substantial. that will hopefully change now, since he's here with his day gem that people have been asking for. right this moment, though, he's with the two rats, petting the white one while the brown rat munches on a nut he brought from the food altar. gotta make sure they're fed before they pull this big wagon!

afterward, he'll be sitting inside with the others and waiting to take off. ]

[Don't mind Nagi as he hops in. Thankfully, he doesn't really rattle the cage, so to speak, since he's still a pretty lightweight dude. It's all in good fun though.]

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[Takatora stands before the wagon in full armour, his saiken at his hip and a stash of handtowels tucked into the inner pocket of his overcoat.]

So this is our transport?

[In truth, he is excited to see where this quest takes them. It feels good to have a task to complete, and an opportunity to make a difference.]

[Being the wagon's driver, Takatora wakes with the dawn, in order to make the most of the day ahead. He yawns as he staggers up onto his feet, and takes the time to stretch out his muscles. After, he gears up and packs away his portion of camp, before he begins the rounds.]

Hey. It's time to wake up!

[He doesn't care if the group sleeps in the wagon when they're on the move again, but right now no one is allowed to lie in, even if he needs to resort to herding.]

INDEED! [At the sound of a new voice Owain peeks around from the other side of the wagon, where he's been inspecting it as though he knows anything at all about wagons. He's got his sword at his hip and a wide grin on his face, and he speaks loudly and excitedly.]

So you're to be my comrade-in-arms upon this noble quest? Greetings, brave warrior! Behold, our carriage stands ready to bear us forth to adventure and GLORY!

[He sweeps his arm dramatically in the direction of the wagon, presenting it almost as though he'd built it himself.]

[Takatora should probably expect that one particular member of their little caravan might be a little troublesome when it comes to the 'waking up' part. Yoshitsugu, by nature, is designed to be the kind of person who wakes up late and spends, as a whole, a lot of time sleeping.]

[Back home duty had of course regulated this some, but since arriving in this world he's really slipped into his natural state. Which is why his reaction is... pretty much non-existant. One might notice the slightest shift in movement, but otherwise Yoshitsugu remains as he was beforehand, forehead poking above the sheets and black hair spilling out.]

[Almost certainly he's woken up a little, but right now it isn't showing. Anyone who knows him like Takatora does can probably guess at his state, however.]

[And here Takatora was under the impression that no one in existence could be more exuberant than Naoe Kanetsugu. His expression is frozen in a rictus of surprise.]

Right.

[It takes a few seconds for him to thaw, but at least that is time to notice the sword. He hopes this energy can be channelled into the man's swordplay -- he'll be more inclined to be forgiving of it then.]

Tōdō Takatora. [He introduces himself.] If everyone's eyes are fixed on glory then we have nothing to worry about.

[No matter how much he cares for Yoshitsugu, Takatora won't deny that the man can be frustrating. Kneeling down, he grasps the blanket covering Yoshitsugu and attempts to strip it away with one pull.]

That includes you, Yoshitsugu.

[Yoshitsugu doesn't do anything to stop Takatora from stealing the precious blanket away; beneath he can be found curled up in an almost cat-like manner, the handtowel-facecloth he chose for this journey somehow still fully in place. All one can see of his face is his eyes, which are... yes, closed.]

Mmm.

[The tendancy to be rather frustrating is certainly one of Yoshitsugu's more negative qualities, to be sure.]

[After a moment of watching Yoshitsugu, Takatora places a hand on Yoshitsugu's shoulder and gives him a shake.]

Up!

[He insists, as he does so.]

[Yoshitsugu's reaction is a bit more obvious this time; his eyelashes flutter and he moves beneath that hand, but not by much. What he says?]

Go to sleep, Takatora.

[It's murmured in an incredibly sleep voice. Okay, so he's kind of awake, but quite far from 'fully' judging by that apparent ignorance of the situation.]

[Takatora sighs as he stops shaking Yoshitsugu. He spares a glance around to check that they have some kind of privacy before he brushes Yoshitsugu's hair from his face.]

Idiot... We have a quest to fulfil.

[This time Yoshitsugu's eyes actually open; he blinks slowly up at Takatora before saying quietly:]

Can't move yet.

[It's hard to tell how much of that is really 'can't' and how much is 'won't.' Obviously Yoshitsugu would like to sleep more, but he also lacks stamina compared to most (which is at least partially responsible for those sleep habits of his).]

[Working out the truth is probably impossible.]

[Owain is so used to such reactions that he doesn't even register Takatora's initial surprise. He launches into his own introduction, assuming a dramatic hero pose with his hand poised before his face, fingers splayed.]

And I am Owain, Chosen Scion of Heroes and Avenger of Truth and Light. Fear not--even if the eyes of our companions stray from glory, I'll find more than enough of it for everyone!

[He lets his hand fall back to his side, grin still in place, and regards the other man. This one definitely has the look of a skilled fighter, and as far as Owain is concerned you can never have too many of those. His attention naturally gravitates to the blade at Takatora's side.]

...You bear a mighty armament, comrade. No doubt it houses powerful latent powers! What name have you granted it?

[Takatora rolls his eyes, but then dips to brush his lips against Yoshitsugu's forehead.]

You're responsible for carrying your pillow.

[He says, before he tucks the blanket around Yoshitsugu once again, this time tightly. These reason why soon becomes apparent, as he pushes his arms under Yoshitsugu's body. When he straightens up, he carries Yoshitsugu with him.]

[A successful ploy or a complete necessity? Probably a bit of both. Yoshitsugu is certainly content to be carried in this way, closing his eyes after lazily grabbing his pillow as requested.]

Such strong arms...

[There is definitely a hint of teasing in that sleepy voice, proving for sure that no matter the truth of this situation, there is no physical complaint that can stop Yoshitsugu from opening his mouth.]

[After a lifetime of Yoshitsugu's teasing Takatora has gained only minimal immunity to it. His cheeks lightly flush as he heads for the wagon with his precious cargo.]

You won't be saying that after I drop you.

[Which, of course, he won't.]

[It's with the most over-the-top, put-on 'innocent' tone of voice that he can manage in his sleepy state that Yoshitsugu says:]

You won't drop me. You love me too much.

[It's probably good that he's on the verge of falling back to sleep, really. That way he might sleep through the rest of his apparent overly playful mood.]

[It's only the truth, yet Takatora's whole face feels hot with embarrassment and he splutters wordlessly. It takes a moment for him to recover.]

D-don't underestimate me. I'm severely tempted.

[Why should it even embarrass him in the first place?]

[A comment like that deserves... something. Yoshitsugu is so close to sleep again that he can't manage much, but he squeezes out a dry tone so he can say:]

Of course you are, Takatora.

[That's it from him for at least an hour; the pace of his breathing makes it clear he's back to dreaming.]

[After so many words, all exceptionally loud, Takatora will be disappointed if they prove to be empty boasting. Not that he will say so to Owain.]

Stormy Dragon King.

[He answers, as he draws his saiken to show it off. It's certainly a unique weapon.]

[Owain gasps audibly, his eyes growing wide as he gets a look at Takatora's sword. It's unlike any he's ever seen, and he's seen a lot of swords. It's also awesome.

He recovers his composure quickly, though. It wouldn't do to slip out of character while making a first impression on a fellow great warrior.]

Glorious... A glorious name for a glorious weapon! I can see you took great care in choosing it, for it resonates with the blade's very soul! --Especially the "Dragon" part.

[Always eager for an excuse to show off his own sword, he draws it and raises it high above his head, making sure the metal catches the light. It looks more heroic that way.] Behold my own bosom companion, the legendary demon blade Mystletainn!

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DAY ONE

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