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fuckingsnakes2012-09-07 05:22 pm
wavesoakedlegs) wrote in fuckingsnakes2012-09-07 05:22 pm
THE PROBLEM WITH MIXING TIMELINES [CLOSED]
WHO: Akechi Mitsuhide (wavesoakedlegs) & Gracia (kagayakashi)
WHAT: A lonely daughter finds her long-lost father in a mixed-up world... except he's not quite the right one.
WHERE: A wet and windy Yamazaki (with your usual random lava pools and such).
WARNING(S): There is a serious lack of happy within? 8'D
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[Somehow, he was back at the foot of the mountain. The same mountain where Hideyoshi had won the land, and Lord Motochika had died.]
[Mitsuhide pulled his cloak rightly around him and stared down the slopes. It was currently rather quiet, save for the sound of the wind blowing the trees and the rain hitting the ground. He knew better than to believe it would remain that way. Already the former samurai had been forced to fight several groups of the strange snake-demons that had appeared when everything changed, and there were bound to be more. A lot more. They had looked to him to be scouting parties, which could only mean that somewhere out there was an army.]
[Alone, he would surely perish if he got caught by them. Mitsuhide was one man, and a rather broken one at that; there was nobody to turn to right now, either. Those who were once his allies now saw him as the enemy, the traitor who had killed their Lord.]
[He turned about, and retreated to a small cave in the mountainside. A temporary place in which he could escape the rain, get some rest and think about his next move.]
wavesoakedlegs) & Gracia (kagayakashi)WHAT: A lonely daughter finds her long-lost father in a mixed-up world... except he's not quite the right one.
WHERE: A wet and windy Yamazaki (with your usual random lava pools and such).
WARNING(S): There is a serious lack of happy within? 8'D
[Somehow, he was back at the foot of the mountain. The same mountain where Hideyoshi had won the land, and Lord Motochika had died.]
[Mitsuhide pulled his cloak rightly around him and stared down the slopes. It was currently rather quiet, save for the sound of the wind blowing the trees and the rain hitting the ground. He knew better than to believe it would remain that way. Already the former samurai had been forced to fight several groups of the strange snake-demons that had appeared when everything changed, and there were bound to be more. A lot more. They had looked to him to be scouting parties, which could only mean that somewhere out there was an army.]
[Alone, he would surely perish if he got caught by them. Mitsuhide was one man, and a rather broken one at that; there was nobody to turn to right now, either. Those who were once his allies now saw him as the enemy, the traitor who had killed their Lord.]
[He turned about, and retreated to a small cave in the mountainside. A temporary place in which he could escape the rain, get some rest and think about his next move.]
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[The samurai remembers Yamazaki very clearly, though certain things stick out more than others. Rain, yes, and mud. The cries of the enemy at the defeat of Motochika. Blood on Motochika's clothing, blood on Mitsuhide's hands as he kneeled at his friend's side and took him into his arms, willing him to survive. That will failing him, unable to give life back to the dead.]
[The tossing aside of his own name and title.]
I lost that battle. Hideyoshi won. He...
[Mitsuhide bites his lip briefly, and looks up at Gracia.]
Kuroda Kanbei's attack stopped Lord Motochika. It... it ended up silencing him. I couldn't bear to go on without him at my side.
[His gaze drops. For a long, long moment, Mitsuhide is silent, lost in thought. This is too much to take in all at once. Too many emotions fill his chest; they make it hard to breath evenly. When he finally finds his voice again, it is quiet; barely more than a whisper.]
You speak of a world I do not know. I am sorry, I am more sorry than you can know, but I am not the same man who raised you. I don't understand what is going on here, my Lady, nor can I possibly guess at what kind of magic is causing everything.
[Mitsuhide's eyes close.]
Forgive me... right now, I do not know what to do.