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fuckingsnakes2012-09-20 09:15 pm
wavesoakedlegs) wrote in fuckingsnakes2012-09-20 09:15 pm
Try using it to hit people instead [OPEN]
WHO: Akechi Mitsuhide (wavesoakedlegs) and anyone who happens to be around
WHAT: A samurai plays the shamisen... badly.
WHERE: The camp. Where the camp SPECIFICALLY is, now... who even knows? 8'D
WARNING(S): Nothing, as it stands.
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[Do you need a little more music in your life, time-travellers?]
[Well, this corner of the camp area is probably not the best place to get it. There is a man with long hair and a partially-obscured face holding an instrument, and he is playing it, but not particularly well. Which is putting it kindly.]
[In Mitsuhide's defense, he has not been playing the shamisen for long. During those few weeks he'd spent alone in his hut, hidden away from the world, he'd filled a lot of time trying to get to grips with the instrument. It was all he'd had left of Motochika, after all, and leaving it silent seemed wrong. Now, however, he is playing to try and... soothe himself? In truth, he isn't entirely sure of his reasons, but this world and all the people he has met in it have left him a little confused, rather down, and extremely overwhelmed.]
[There is only so much 'you're the father/hi I'm not dead after all/TIME PARADOXXXX' a mind can process at once.]
[Mitsuhide sighs when he messes up yet again. There is one particular sequence in the current song he is working on that he always fumbles, and it's beginning to frustrate him.]
It would seem I am destined to never master this...
wavesoakedlegs) and anyone who happens to be aroundWHAT: A samurai plays the shamisen... badly.
WHERE: The camp. Where the camp SPECIFICALLY is, now... who even knows? 8'D
WARNING(S): Nothing, as it stands.
[Do you need a little more music in your life, time-travellers?]
[Well, this corner of the camp area is probably not the best place to get it. There is a man with long hair and a partially-obscured face holding an instrument, and he is playing it, but not particularly well. Which is putting it kindly.]
[In Mitsuhide's defense, he has not been playing the shamisen for long. During those few weeks he'd spent alone in his hut, hidden away from the world, he'd filled a lot of time trying to get to grips with the instrument. It was all he'd had left of Motochika, after all, and leaving it silent seemed wrong. Now, however, he is playing to try and... soothe himself? In truth, he isn't entirely sure of his reasons, but this world and all the people he has met in it have left him a little confused, rather down, and extremely overwhelmed.]
[There is only so much 'you're the father/hi I'm not dead after all/TIME PARADOXXXX' a mind can process at once.]
[Mitsuhide sighs when he messes up yet again. There is one particular sequence in the current song he is working on that he always fumbles, and it's beginning to frustrate him.]
It would seem I am destined to never master this...
hullo, hope you don't mind waifu from another universe! ;;
[The Pokemon nods and lets out a delighted noise, assuring her it was definitely him. There was only one way to find out. Hiroko approaches Mitsuhide from behind.]
Hello, if it isn't too much trouble, sir, could you turn around? From behind, you look exactly like someone I've been looking for, but I couldn't be so certain.
No worries here, dear!
[The samurai turns as asked and regards the questioner. There is no recognition in his eyes, unfortunately; it's obvious that the woman before him is not someone he is familiar with.]
May I help, my Lady?
[Mitsuhide's gaze flickers down to the Snorunt for a moment. What a peculiar creature! He doesn't comment on it, however, expression becoming polite and neutral (for the most part.]