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thehometree2015-07-01 03:34 pm
thecanopycrew) wrote in thehometree2015-07-01 03:34 pm
DAY DESTINATION
It's early in the morning when the wagon finally stops, and the adventurers have finally reached their destination after traveling far into the forest. They now find themselves in front of a dark, strange cave, just large enough for them to enter. The rats refuse to move any further, lying down to rest as the adventurers get a moment to check the cave out.
What soon draws the attention is a small gleam from somewhere in the cave, as if a beam of sunlight had been reflected from a metal surface. The light resonates with the ambers, showing the picture of the crystal sword that had been seen on the mirror shard. Breaking apart again, two pieces fade away, showing only the guard of the sword.
When explored, the cave reaches pretty far in before it suddenly splits off in six different directions. Each of these will only fit one person, and if they enter the new path, it will close behind them. It seems they're in for a challenge that might be difficult to handle.
Somewhere inside is a piece of this puzzle.
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Right now Yoshitsugu was somehow feeling deeply nauseous all over, his body and mind both screaming at him to get out of this. To get away from this, this potential fate, this danger to his being. It took everything he had to start pushing through the people blocking his path, even using his baton to forecefully do so when it became necessary. This was some kind of magic, the doing of some kind of vicious entity trying to drown him in a personal nightmare, but the flow bid that he keep going.
And then Takatora, his blue-eyed and easily teased partner, appeared.
This managed to startle Yoshitsugu visibly. What he had seen so far had been squarely aimed at his physical weakness, so the combining of that with a deeply emotional one could not fail to generate that rarely felt feeling of surprise. It took a moment for him to recover and talk, and when he did so, his tone was dark and even a touch vicious.
"Fiend... you will not defeat me with this."
Because this was quite clearly not Takatora. His Takatora had taken a seperate path through this dark place, so this one was just another part of the nightmare trying to impede his path... though a nightmare that was digging easily into his usually guarded heart. What next? Illusions of Lord Nagamasa, Lady Oichi, Mitsunari?
"He is healthy and whole. You are nothing."
He just had to keep going down this path, and if it became necessary, cut through this beloved image. It was just an illusion, after all. Not real. Not true.
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Takatora reaches for him, lips parted in a cry of agony - and then everything disappears as the end of those words. You are nothing.
The corridor is empty.
The people are gone.
His clothes are whole.
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And then, suddenly, as if inspired by his words of defiance, the illusion vanished.
Dropping his baton to the floor, Yoshitsugu stood completely still for a short period. It was hard even for someone like him to really go through a nightmare as vivid and real and personal as this had been without being left deeply affected; what he had seen would be haunting him for a long time. His deep sigh was what eventually broke the silence, as the powerful desire to see Takatora's healthy face again filled him and motivated to get on with things.
Before he continued, however, there was one thing he had to do for his own peace of mind.
Those clothes might be whole, but Yoshitsugu took off his facecloth, sash and outer jacket and tossed them to the floor. Face bare in the gloom, expression tired and unsettled, he looked more vulnerable than any had ever seen him as he pulled out the handtowel Takatora had given him earlier. In truth Yoshitsugu had not expected to use it at all, but it seemed the flow had always had intention for it; a new facecloth to replace the one that now felt tainted. That he tucked into place before leaning down to pick his baton back up.
Only then did he continue his journey down the dark, now-empty corridor. This treasure had better be worth it...
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It seems Yoshitsugu had managed to reach the rendezvous point. It is quiet here and a little bit of heat is wafting from the deep, seemingly bottomless hole. If he looks down into it, there's a slight fiery light far, far below, quite different from the light that had lured him here.
Now all he could do was wait.
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Was there more to come? Did the flow demand more of his weary body? He sighed before stepping away, dropping to the floor in front of the opening he'd arrived from and leaning back against the stone wall.
When you were mentally and emotionally energised it was much easier to keep going when you felt physically exhausted, but in his current state Yoshitsugu knew that there was little more than a single fight left in him before he simply passed out. Hopefully that would not be the case, but all he could do now was wait and see.
Perhaps, at least, the flow would soon grant the measure of reassurance Takatora's presence would bring. Illogical as it was, seeing his lover's face without the mark of disease would be a great comfort right now.
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