It's not as if he's never been thirsty after a mission, or even during one. Of course he has, he's a sword warrior, after all, and the rush of battle has a distinct effect on his particularly not-sword body. But this? This is far worse than he can remember. He hasn't even been out on a mission as of late, so why...
Not to mention the side of his neck itches a little bit and there's a little insect bothering him, which only adds to his growing misery.
But then! Thank goodness, he finally comes to a pond. And if he were in a clearer state of mind, he'd undoubtedly notice just how perfect this pool of water is. But, of course, he has only the imminent relief on his mind and so falls to his knees by the pond's side and immediately plunges his hands into the water, bringing them back up to his mouth.
He does this at least a half dozen times, drinking and drinking and drinking, some water dripping from his chin. He must look a sight, considering his usual put-together appearance, but for now, at least, he feels a little better. And then his eyes actually look at the water, seeing not his proper reflection, but rather some strange scene.
Him, lying in his futon, still as his actual blade. The other Sanjou blades surrounding his bed, other members of his past squads looking on with worry, the saniwa himself at the head of Ishikirimaru's bed, hands held over the oodachi's head as if trying to rouse him with words and good intentions.
Ishikirimaru, the one at the pond's edge, pushes himself back, taking a moment to remember to breathe again, and raises his sleeve to dab at his face. What he's just seen... Well, he can't be sure what any of it means. He feels real enough, though this entire location is even more foreign to him than the violence of battle in any time period, and he's sure that back at the Citadel he was in fine enough health, so that vision...
Something sent to him by divine means? He is a shrine sword, though it's never happened to him before...
Ah, but when he senses another presence approaching, he puts on as calm a face as he can manage and raises a hand in greeting.]
Oya, oya, if you thirst, might I warn you not to look too closely, lest you see something upsetting.
[...He's starting to get thirsty again, though. This is a problem.]
B. camp nowhere - e
[How long he's been wandering this new landscape is a mystery. Even for someone as usually unbothered by the passage of time as Ishikirimaru is, it's still unsettling to still be, well, lost in multiple senses of the word. But there's no reason to panic just yet. There must be a reasonable explanation somehow.
In the meantime, this curious cavern is a good enough, and seemingly safe enough respite for his wanderings. And it even comes equipped with rations claiming to be edible.
He should be cautious. Things are not always as they seem. And yet, he doesn't know how long he's been here and at the sight of the 'food' his stomach growls loudly. A little taste test shouldn't hurt him too badly should the labels be outright lies, so he does just that.
And doesn't end up immediately breaking. Amazing. The powder isn't tasty, by any means, but it does the job and that's the important part.
Should anyone else wander into the cavern or be there already, Ishikirimaru will allay any fears of poisoning.]
If you are hungry, it seems only a handful is filling enough.
[Does he mention the taste being super boring? Nope. But then it could be argued that Ishikirimaru's tastes (and hobbies, etc.) are also super boring. Oops.]
C. interstellar - h
[How long has it been? That's a great question, but the new faces who have found Ishikirimaru and so many others who appear to be in his same situation are also unable to answer it. Of course they can't.
That's fine, though, since everyone seems to be on their way to civilization again and although Ishikirimaru still has no idea what's going on - though his inquiries with what appears to be some sort of rescue team shed a little bit of light on the situation - he's glad for it. And when he's being checked in some time later, he doesn't even grow impatient. Then again, anyone who knows Ishikirimaru knows his patience is unreal.
Even when he's asked to strip, he simply nods and starts to undo his outer layer. Whatever physical information they're taking will be harder to determine with his baggier clothing. Which leaves him looking muchsmaller, though he regretfully refuses to completely undress.
He even hardly reacts when they begin to list of facts for everyone else to see.
Height: 189cm Age: 1223 years Odors, of note: Incense, metallic (iron?) Sexual activity, expected: Low (appears to be a virgin)
...Ah, that last one might take it a step too far. So Ishikirimaru speaks up, a little flustered.]
Excuse me, might I ask why that information is important? Or even helpful?
[Physical details makes sense for catalog purposes; swords themselves have often had their authenticity proven or disproven based on mere centimeters of length. But sexual activity?
...How are they even figuring that sort of thing out?]
ishikirimaru | touken ranbu
[Ishikirimaru is parched.
It's not as if he's never been thirsty after a mission, or even during one. Of course he has, he's a sword warrior, after all, and the rush of battle has a distinct effect on his particularly not-sword body. But this? This is far worse than he can remember. He hasn't even been out on a mission as of late, so why...
Not to mention the side of his neck itches a little bit and there's a little insect bothering him, which only adds to his growing misery.
But then! Thank goodness, he finally comes to a pond. And if he were in a clearer state of mind, he'd undoubtedly notice just how perfect this pool of water is. But, of course, he has only the imminent relief on his mind and so falls to his knees by the pond's side and immediately plunges his hands into the water, bringing them back up to his mouth.
He does this at least a half dozen times, drinking and drinking and drinking, some water dripping from his chin. He must look a sight, considering his usual put-together appearance, but for now, at least, he feels a little better. And then his eyes actually look at the water, seeing not his proper reflection, but rather some strange scene.
Him, lying in his futon, still as his actual blade. The other Sanjou blades surrounding his bed, other members of his past squads looking on with worry, the saniwa himself at the head of Ishikirimaru's bed, hands held over the oodachi's head as if trying to rouse him with words and good intentions.
Ishikirimaru, the one at the pond's edge, pushes himself back, taking a moment to remember to breathe again, and raises his sleeve to dab at his face. What he's just seen... Well, he can't be sure what any of it means. He feels real enough, though this entire location is even more foreign to him than the violence of battle in any time period, and he's sure that back at the Citadel he was in fine enough health, so that vision...
Something sent to him by divine means? He is a shrine sword, though it's never happened to him before...
Ah, but when he senses another presence approaching, he puts on as calm a face as he can manage and raises a hand in greeting.]
Oya, oya, if you thirst, might I warn you not to look too closely, lest you see something upsetting.
[...He's starting to get thirsty again, though. This is a problem.]
B. camp nowhere - e
[How long he's been wandering this new landscape is a mystery. Even for someone as usually unbothered by the passage of time as Ishikirimaru is, it's still unsettling to still be, well, lost in multiple senses of the word. But there's no reason to panic just yet. There must be a reasonable explanation somehow.
In the meantime, this curious cavern is a good enough, and seemingly safe enough respite for his wanderings. And it even comes equipped with rations claiming to be edible.
He should be cautious. Things are not always as they seem. And yet, he doesn't know how long he's been here and at the sight of the 'food' his stomach growls loudly. A little taste test shouldn't hurt him too badly should the labels be outright lies, so he does just that.
And doesn't end up immediately breaking. Amazing. The powder isn't tasty, by any means, but it does the job and that's the important part.
Should anyone else wander into the cavern or be there already, Ishikirimaru will allay any fears of poisoning.]
If you are hungry, it seems only a handful is filling enough.
[Does he mention the taste being super boring? Nope. But then it could be argued that Ishikirimaru's tastes (and hobbies, etc.) are also super boring. Oops.]
C. interstellar - h
[How long has it been? That's a great question, but the new faces who have found Ishikirimaru and so many others who appear to be in his same situation are also unable to answer it. Of course they can't.
That's fine, though, since everyone seems to be on their way to civilization again and although Ishikirimaru still has no idea what's going on - though his inquiries with what appears to be some sort of rescue team shed a little bit of light on the situation - he's glad for it. And when he's being checked in some time later, he doesn't even grow impatient. Then again, anyone who knows Ishikirimaru knows his patience is unreal.
Even when he's asked to strip, he simply nods and starts to undo his outer layer. Whatever physical information they're taking will be harder to determine with his baggier clothing. Which leaves him looking much smaller, though he regretfully refuses to completely undress.
He even hardly reacts when they begin to list of facts for everyone else to see.
Height: 189cm
Age: 1223 years
Odors, of note: Incense, metallic (iron?)
Sexual activity, expected: Low (appears to be a virgin)
...Ah, that last one might take it a step too far. So Ishikirimaru speaks up, a little flustered.]
Excuse me, might I ask why that information is important? Or even helpful?
[Physical details makes sense for catalog purposes; swords themselves have often had their authenticity proven or disproven based on mere centimeters of length. But sexual activity?
...How are they even figuring that sort of thing out?]
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