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WHO: Rank I Nobunaga and you!
WHAT: Someone's dancing in the camp! To some, he may look like a familiar face... but what are those strange critters?
WHERE: The main camp.
WARNING(S): Probably none, but given this guy's lack of a sense of decency...

[You know how there are some young men with no facial hair about whom you can't help but think how great they would look if they grew a mustache?

Well, one such young fellow has just showed up in the camp, accompanied by what seems to be a really small blue quadruped dinosaur with no eyes - a Deino - and a bipedal, raptor-like creature, blue with a red breast - a Gabite. The man himself may as well be from prehistory, wearing torn, mismatched clothes that (don't) come together in a really bizarre outfit. But, more likely, he's doing it for the attention - he's really the type of person who doesn't mind having all eyes on him.

As evidenced by the activity he has wasted no time in undertaking - he has chosen a spot he liked near the stalls and, a purple fan in his hand, he has started dancing to a song he's humming, while his Pokémon watch quietly at his sides.

And for all the aura of rough strength emanating from him, the Fool of Dragnor moves with practiced precision and grace that any woman dancer would envy.

A smirk appears on Nobunaga's face when Gabite joins his dance, zealously watching the warrior's back and mirroring his moves.

As for the Deino, it... just headtilts a whole lot, feeling a little left out of this impromptu celebration of moving on two legs. Poor little guy! At least the dance is pretty to look at? Oh, right, Deino don't have eyes, either. Life kind of sucks for the little Deino right now...]

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[Ah, but Nobunaga's Deino and Gabite might not be the only strange critters spotted around camp today.

See, there is another warlord perusing camp facilities with a blue, dinosaur-like creature of his own - a Lapras. The transport Pokemon normally found it much easier to cross bodies of water, but battles were had on sea and land alike, so they needed to be prepared at all times; a short training session had then seemed appropriate, and though his partner could only move at a slower pace, Mitsuhide made sure to match it. It was a quiet sort of understanding that the two shared.

What they couldn't quite figure, however, was the man a ways ahead of them. There were not a lot of male dancers he could name, and definitely not any that could rival a lady's grace. Was it a celebration of peace, perhaps? Yes, he would like to think it was. Ah, if only the same blessings could be granted to the people of Ransei...

... speaking of which and upon closer inspection, the warrior from Nixtorm was now under the impression he had seen that face before, back in his homeland. His Pokemon seemed familiar, as well-- the memory was but a fading painting, but it was certainly still there. Could it be...?]

My lord--! [The words rolled off his tongue with usual ease, and for just one moment he lost his composure-- the dawning realization might have been a bit too much.]

[Nobunaga certainly doesn't have as much difficulty recognizing his retainer, and seems nowhere as surprised. With a final, slow twirl, he pauses in his dance and smirks, fan snapping closed and pointed at Mitsuhide.]

Mitsuhide. It seems that fate has you tightly bound to Nobunaga. What will you do?

[As for the Deino, it... Well, as soon as it senses the Lapras' presence, it scampers behind Gabite, trembling a bit. At which Gabite gives it a whole lot of side-eye - how can Deino suppose to keep up with Nobunaga if it acts like this? In general, it doesn't seem as though Deino has been with Nobunaga for an exceptionally long time.]

[If Mitsuhide had been uncertain before, that single gesture had dissipated all clouds of doubt. That was Nobunaga all right, with his peculiar speech pattern and the unmistakable flair for dramatics - and perhaps a few years taken off his back, as well.

And with that renewed certainty comes the only response one would expect from this cold-eyed warrior: absolute devotion.]

My loyalty remains with you, my lord. [He brings an arm across his chest and offers a bow of his head, a sign of willing submission.] My Lapras and I shall serve and assist you in your endeavors, should we be needed.

[And speaking of Lapras, the Water/Ice Pokemon tilts its head upon seeing Deino's reaction; was it possibly thinking it would attack? No way, they were on the same side! Perhaps sharing a berry as a peace offering would work?]

[Now lowering his arms, Nobunaga takes slow, solemn steps towards Mitsuhide.]

I expect great things of you, Mitsuhide. Even in this land that the heavens have not blessed with native Pokémon.

[Guided by the berry's scent, since, again, it can't really see it, the Deino trots happily towards Lapras. But Gabite stops it and holds it back, looking at it with a reprimanding scowl. Deino can't be too trusting, either.

Nobunaga, however, sees all this and picks Deino up in his arms. And the private smile that appears on his face for a brief moment has nothing to do with his usual cold, haughty smirk.]

I ask you this, Mitsuhide. What can we desire for a land without Pokémon?

[The smile that crosses Mitsuhide's features for a moment, however, is exactly what one would normally get from him; gentle and kind, tinted with a great deal of respect. Seeing Nobunaga's brief interaction with Deino - and, more especially, the very fleeting display of affection that followed - reminded him of exactly why he had come to admire and follow this man's foolish dreams, many moons ago. This was the Nobunaga who aspired to and inspired great things, the Nobunaga whose motives he did not have to question.

And he had to wonder, how long it would be until he changed again.]

Your desire is mine to follow, my lord. [It only took that one question for Mitsuhide to regain a more serious, determined composure, fitting to a warlord in his position; he had to pledge his allegiance first and foremost, but he also knew better than to leave his master without a proper answer.] However, I fear this land might not be as peaceful as it would seem; there may not be Pokemon to be used as tools of war, yet pieces of weaponry are not an uncommon sight.

[At that, Lapras gives its partner a scared look, to which he responds with a soothing hand on its snout; there were horrible legends in their world, and weapons had long since been banned because of them. Had these people not learned their lesson?]

Is that so?

[In spite of that reply, which the Nobunaga that Mitsuhide may be more familiar with usually uses to put an abrupt end to any conversation that doesn't rouse his interest, this Nobunaga doesn't seem inclined to wrap up their exchange just yet. What is true, however, and what the reply implies, is that Nobunaga really couldn't care less about how horrified or scandalized Mitsuhide must be at the thought of using weapons for war. As a matter of fact...]

There is a vendor here. Let us go look at what he has, Mitsuhide.

[He refers, of course, to the camp's weapon stall, only a few steps from where they stand right now. Nobunaga sets Deino back on the ground and, Gabite in tow, walks towards the stall.

The only problem to Mitsuhide following him there is that the Deino, the moment it found itself all alone, couldn't think of anything better to do than walk over to Mitsuhide and blissfully bite at his calf.]

[... well, that didn't take long at all, now did it?]

... as you wish, my lord. [It wasn't without some difficulty that the words came out of his mouth, and although he figured Nobunaga didn't hold his feelings on the matter in any sort of high regard, he still made an effort not to let his disappointment show. It was an art he had perfected over the years, or at least he liked to think so.

Concealing his surprise at the sudden nibbling on his calf, however, wasn't as easy of a task, and the slightest of undignified yelps may have slipped off his tongue upon first contact - not a loud one, so hopefully Nobunaga hadn't heard him. Maybe. He really didn't want to think of how damaged his reputation would be, had his master noticed any of this.

Meanwhile, Lapras is keeping a close eye on the tiny dragon, gently pushing Deino off Mitsuhide's leg with its head. No biting the pretty warlord, okay?]

[So can Deino bite Lapras, then? It makes an attempt at the Ice type's neck. And by now it may be clear that the biting is not out of meanness or spite, but simply because, with no eyes and senses of hearing and smell that aren't particularly exceptional, it's pretty much Deino's only option to go about the world and get to know its surroundings.

Meanwhile, Nobunaga is growing impatient. He's a few steps away, with his back to Mitsuhide as he examines the stall's merchandise, but if his retainer could see his eyes right now, he would catch them glinting with morbid interest in the disparate array of blades and other weapons before him.]

Hurry, Mitsuhide! This is most interesting...

[Well, excuse me if he's the one having to walk at a Slowpoke's pace because your baby dragon is attached to his leg, okay! And he knows Deino is doing that more out of need than anything else, which makes it so much harder; he doesn't want to hurt the poor thing, he most certainly doesn't want to be hurt, either, and he also has a warlord with dreams of grandeur and very little patience to follow. Tough.

For the time being, Lapras will have to endure the biting in his stead, as he scurries off to Nobunaga's side. Frostbite would be such a useful ability to have right now, but at least his partner is sturdy enough to handle the blind Pokemon.]

My apologies. [Mitsuhide offers as he joins his master, sparing a glance over the stall's display. In all honesty, it was Nobunaga's reaction he was more interested in; he recognized that look and had a very clear idea of what it might mean, what with Nobunaga's love for foreign things. It wasn't something he wished to think about at the moment, though; hopefully he was worrying too much.]

These are very strange contraptions. [Said as he tentatively runs a hand over one of the weapons available - a rifle that had called out to him like a distant whisper.] Never have I seen anything like this in Ransei...

[Thankfully, the Deino's biting stops after a while, being replaced by something not as painful but not any less annoying. The little dragon walks around Lapras, blindly ramming its head against its breast, fins and other body parts. Finally, it gets to the shell on Lapras' back. Ouch. At that moment Deino stops, a little dazed.

Nobunaga is, indeed, interested in all that is foreign and new. But there is another factor, and it's what the vendor appears to be telling them. Apparently many of the weapons on sale can only be used by certain, very specific people...?

Before too long, Nobunaga is holding a large, Western-style sword in his hand whose blade seems to cast a light violet glow. The warlord smirks at it as he weighs it in his hand.

The next moment, he's pushing the hilt of a sheathed katana against Mitsuhide's chest. Nobunaga's smirk lingers, with a hint of a challenge.]

This man insists that this blade was made for your use, Mitsuhide. What will you do?

[Lapras just shakes its head at the baby dragon, and you can almost hear a tsk tsk in disapproval. Hey, Deino, here's an idea: if you need help getting around, why not ask? Lapras is a total bro and will lend you a fin, provided you keep your biting urges under control.

As for Mitsuhide, well. While he can't say he was surprised that Nobunaga would try and coerce him to take arms, soon after their reunion as it may be, the vendor's words did puzzle him more than anything else he had witnessed in that strange land; how could this blade have been made for him, when sword fighting was such a taboo in their world?]

Made for my use...? [It comes out in a confused whisper as the Nixtorm warrior takes the katana in his hands, carefully unsheathing the blade so to give it a better inspection. It was strange how naturally he could wield it, with the practiced ease of a veteran swordsman, even though this was the very first time he even saw one. In all truth, he's not sure he likes it, but when he looks back up at Nobunaga, he makes sure his features will betray nothing but obedience and resignation.]

If it is your wish, my lord, this sword shall serve you.

[Ah, if only they knew the faithful retainer would one day turn against and kill his master with that same rebellious blade, in an alternate reality far from them...]

[Well, if Nobunaga knew, he'd laugh like he just heard the best joke in his life; but it wouldn't be to ridicule Mitsuhide - well, actually yes, for being capable of as many atrocities as Nobunaga and too foolishly pure to realize it. But overall, he'd only respect Mitsuhide more.

Nobunaga turns the glowing sword in his hand a little more. And though his eyes are fixed on the fine blade, Mitsuhide can probably still feel he's being observed as he tries out the katana. Nobunaga certainly doesn't miss the way the two of them just seem to click with the weapons they've been shown; how Mitsuhide, even despite his reluctance, has instinctively found a new way to destroy and potentially shape history in his image. Nobunaga's discovery results in a new, alive look within his dark eyes.]

What about your wish, Mitsuhide? What is it that you truly desire?

[Mitsuhide, on the other hand, would be horrified to learn of his alternate self; no matter how many times he had questioned Nobunaga's motives and even vaguely considered a rebellion, he would never dream (though it sounded more like a nightmare) of killing anyone, let alone his master.

But that was a matter he would not dwell in, at least not for the time being. He had a more important question at hand, something he had not given a lot of thought to until Nobunaga asked: what was he to do now that Ransei was nowhere in sight?]

My desire has always been to see a land without war, like only you can make it. [And while that is the truth (as he perhaps foolishly believes) there is something else bothering him, as denoted by his pause.] But... I must admit I am uncertain of what to do, ever since arriving in this land.

[He really didn't want to believe waging endless battles - this time armed with weapons instead of Pokemon - was the way to accomplish that. And he had a feeling Nobunaga didn't quite agree.]

If there is something that you truly want, why not seize it with your own hands? Hesitation is a sign of weakness.

[He now looks directly at Mitsuhide, a new intensity in his gaze.]

Rise, Mitsuhide, and become Nobunaga's rival, if that is what you wish.

[The truth being, of course, that it's Nobunaga who wants Mitsuhide as his rival. But who wants that actually doesn't matter - the worst and darkest desires of each person always eventually come to the surface, and Nobunaga, though still young, knows how to prod at their souls so that happens.

... Speaking of prodding, after recovering from the headbutt, Deino seems to have found a way up Lapras' back, though not before falling off a few times. Now it stands on Lapras' shell and squeals happily, now that it has conquered a new territory. It also does something else - it begins shaking its head furiously, from left to right, for no apparent reason. Maybe its head is still hurting...?

Nobunaga doesn't miss that. He sets his sword back on the counter, snatches the katana from Mitsuhide's hands and does the same with it, before running back to their Pokémon.]

[Somewhere in the back of his head, Mitsuhide thanked the heavens for Deino's suddenly strange behavior, which had worked as enough of a cue to distract Nobunaga.

His question, however, remained unanswered, both in the physical plane and in the icy warrior's heart. It's true these days he often hesitated to follow his master's orders, if only because he never stopped to reconsider his motives; to become his rival, though, was something else, a bit of a last resort he hoped to never have to make use of. It wouldn't do to challenge the man who once inspired his dreams and gave them renewed hope.

And yet, he couldn't help but give that katana a last glance before rushing to Nobunaga's side once more. What was that ominous feeling pounding in his chest and why could he not shake it off...?]

Is something the matter with Deino, lord Nobunaga? [He asks upon approaching the small group, also giving his Lapras a questioning look in hopes for some sort of elaboration. The light blue Pokemon, by its turn, cranes its neck so to check out the dragon on its back - that little thing seemed to think its shell was some sort of castle to be conquered, yo.]

[Nobunaga smirks as he watches his Deino shake its head more and more violently. Maybe it's bothered by something? But what could it be?]

Judge for yourself, Mitsuhide.

[Nobunaga walks closer to Lapras and Deino and raises his hand to briefly stroke the shaggy black fur around the base of its long neck, as if to reassure it. His lips move as he briefly whispers something to his Pokémon.

The moment Nobunaga parts from Deino, the small Pokémon's body becomes enveloped in a bright glow.]

[Oh, that was--]

Ah, Deino is... changing?

[It had never happened to him personally, as his Lapras could not evolve, but he certainly recognized that glow. It was a little odd, though; it's true that the process varied from Pokemon to Pokemon, but usually it happened after a battle of some sort, and as far as he could see, the Dark/Dragon dual type had been doing nothing but playing since their reunion.

Oh, well, it didn't matter. Perhaps it would be best to simply keep watching, and keep his musings to himself.]

[The Pokémon's glowing silhouette starts growing in size, and Lapras may find itself supporting twice as much weight. When the glowing dissipates, Deino seems to have grown a pair of small black wings, as well as something far more obvious - an extra head. Zweilous!, it cries out. Nobunaga echoes its cry with a deep, vibrant laugh of his own.]

Zweilous, is it...

[Zweilous hops down from Lapras' back, and Mitsuhide is treated to the sight of Nobunaga showering his Pokémon with attention and yes, head scritches, and as he does so he soon notices how the two heads are jealous of each other. Nobunaga laughs harder, laughs his heart out.]

A creature bursting with the power of the contradictions consuming its soul will destroy all that stands in its path! What a perfect companion for Nobunaga!

[And then, without a warning, he turns to address Mitsuhide.]

Isn't that right, Mitsuhide?

[Because, in a metaphorical sense, Zweilous really isn't the only two-headed creature here. But the good news is that Nobunaga loves fighting alongside Pokémon too much to be ready for any kind of switch-over just yet.]

[It is precisely that yet that keeps nagging at Mitsuhide, unspoken as it was.

Again, it was not the time to be concerned with that, however. There it was, the side of Nobunaga that could only earn the brightest of smiles from the Nixstorm warlord, to such an extent that even his Lapras could notice, prompting a cheerful hum in response; the Pokemon really hated the idea of seeing its master sad or in a tight spot of any sort (and there certainly were many of those when Nobunaga was present) so knowing he was feeling better was quite a relief.

And it was exactly for the sake of his precious Pokemon that Mitsuhide's joy didn't falter, not even as Nobunaga shot another jab at him, a painful reminder of the man's true nature, as he often tried to turn a blind eye on with increasing difficulty.]

It is, indeed, a very fitting choice, my lord. [Said with a bow of his head, a good excuse to avoid eye contact-- but just for a moment. When he looks back up, his smile is a little stronger, even hopeful.] Although I daresay you would not go as far as being jealous of yourself.

[It was a joke, of course, but such a joyous occasion called for one.]

[... Mitsuhide, I hope you realize that over fifty percent of the time you get into those tight spots all by yourself. You're very lucky that Ranmaru isn't around right now, because that joke is exactly the sort of thing he'd at the very least give you a murderous look for because what are you implying, wharrgarbl.

But Nobunaga isn't the sort to take offense at that.]

We have too little time in this realm to spend it gazing idly into the depths of our souls, foolishly trying to keep our true desires at bay.

[It's one of the things he's been trying to teach Mitsuhide. He takes a step back, his eyes fixed on Mitsuhide, then on Zweilous, then on Mitsuhide again. Both of them shall learn soon enough...

... And then Nobunaga's mood seems to change again. He smirks at Mitsuhide, tilting his head in the direction of the camp's teahouse.]

Let's go celebrate, Mitsuhide.

[Oh, please, murderous looks from Ranmaru are amusing; it's Nobunaga's he would worry about. Thankfully, Mitsuhide is well aware that the Dragnor warrior, strange and full of whimsies as he might be, was not one to engage in petty matters such as the innocent implication a warlord's best suited Pokemon partner was one that resembled him or her the most. Personally, he would take it as a compliment.

The tight spots, however, came from entirely different situations - such as right now, as his master once again spoke in riddles very clearly meant for him. It was hard to say whether Nobunaga was toying with him, testing his loyalties or encouraging his full potential; for all he knew, it might as well be all of them. And it made very little sense to him.

Sometimes, it almost felt as if the man wanted him to rebel.]

Of course. [This time, his smile did go into hiding for a fleeting moment, though all it took was another glance at their partners.] The Pokemon seem overjoyed at the prospect, as well.

[Well, Lapras perhaps not as much. It kept casting unsure looks at Zweilous, especially at that new head there. Double the biting. Hmm. It might be a good idea to keep an Ice Beam prepared. Just in case.]

Edited (wow I'm full of HTML fail today orz) 2012-10-26 16:26 (UTC)

["Sometimes"? "Almost"? Ah, Mitsuhide, when will you learn...

Nobunaga and his two dragons - who, by the way, are indeed overjoyed - rush to the teahouse, once again not caring if Mitsuhide will be able to keep up, and caring even less about the fact that Nobunaga is absolutely not dressed to meet polite company; or that Pokémon may not even be allowed inside a teahouse. Unimportant things like that!]

[Not anytime soon, if ever at all. And even if things do one day come down to betrayal, Mitsuhide will still likely see it as a result of dire need for change, rather than a consequence of his own ambition; which of the two is actually true, no one will ever know.

As for the two dragons, well, it really was hard to keep up with them without leaving his own Pokemon behind - Lapras couldn't move as well on land, we've been through this before - so he follows the party at his own pace, even if it meant risking Nobunaga's impatience again. He seemed to be in one of his better moods at the moment, though, so that would hopefully not be too much of a problem.]

I wonder if they'll serve anything appropriate for a Pokemon. [He says as he finally catches up with the others, though more to himself than anything else. Only then he turns to his sole human companion.] Have you had the chance to taste any of the food in this place yet, lord Nobunaga?

[It was a roundabout way of asking if he had been there for long. Mitsuhide certainly hadn't.]

Not yet.

[He had a small supply of his own. Anyway, whether Pokémon are actually allowed inside or not - again, Nobunaga doesn't care - the servants have put together a tiny little banquet for two warlords and three dinosaurs. There's tea, rice and fruit aplenty for all five. Some rice cake, too.

Nobunaga sits on the floor next to the table, with a gesture of his arm inviting Mitsuhide to do the same.]

Do you have a poem ready, Mitsuhide?

[Preferably one that doesn't suck!]

Edited 2012-10-27 08:21 (UTC)

[Hey! Nobunaga may be the stronger warlord, but he was the better novelist, okay!

With a nod, Mitsuhide accepts the invitation and gracefully takes his place by the table, legs crossed under the wooden surface. He may not have a poem ready right away, but his was a muse that demanded very little; sharing drinks with good company, a rare moment of leisure by his Pokemon's side or simply watching the scenery, anything could promptly inspire his heart and his words. Today was no different, everything else aside.

He excuses himself to a sip of his tea, clearing his throat and weighting his thoughts in the brief interval it takes for the cup to no longer touch his lips.]

Plain hemp will not do
For a mountain offering
As our excursion begins --
Surely the gods will be better pleased
To accept a brocade of autumn leaves.

[It was a reference to their new journey on this strange land, but it was also oddly appropriate for the man with dreams to rival a god.]

[Nobunaga's dark irises burn with excitement as he listens to the poem. As always, Mitsuhide delivers quite exceptionally; the poem is beautiful and easily meets Nobunaga's taste.

Nobunaga laughs his approval, his laugh as loud and dark as always.]

Very well done, Mitsuhide! Very well done. Why sacrifice anything to a mere delusion? What the people of Ransei call gods are nothing more than Pokémon who are only slightly stronger than our partners here. My desire is to make them see the light.

[To show his benevolence, he puts some of the rice into a cup and offers it to Mitsuhide's Lapras. Notably, Nobunaga hasn't tried any of his food or tea yet.]

Is the tea any good?

[It hadn't really been his intention, and, in retrospect, it might have not been the best idea to further encourage Nobunaga's ambitions, but there was something the both of them could agree on: the deities they believed in were, in fact, not very different from other three companions by their side right then.

The problem lies on how, exactly, his master plans on making everyone else see the light. Would he try to befriend the Creator of Ransei or...?]

I'm pleased you found it to your liking, my lord. [Another bow of his head, his smile a little more contained as he sips from his drink again. It was always best to keep Nobunaga in good spirits, this much he knew for sure.] As is the tea to mine, I must say. Would you not like to try--

[Aaaaaand that's when he notices Lapras making a (not so) small mess out of its meal, too content to mind its manners. Not that it... ever cared much about that, to be perfectly honest. Seriously, between his Pokemon and his daughter, Mitsuhide really couldn't tell which one gave him the most trouble.]

... ah, I really wish you could behave more adequately, Lapras.

[Mitsuhide, Mitsuhide, stop asking yourself silly and altogether irrelevant questions~

Silly and irrelevant like your notions of propriety! Nobunaga looks at Lapras with pointed interest and waves his arm dismissively at Mitsuhide.]

Leave it, Mitsuhide. It's you who should learn from your Pokémon.

[And again, the genuine smile he directs at Lapras isn't quite something that he usually treats people to, with the exception of maybe Ranmaru once in a while.

But, like all of Nobunaga's moods, it's gone the next moment, as the warlord examines his tea, taking in its color and scent first, before taking a first sip.]

Not bad.

[He makes short work of the tea, finishing it in a few gulps - the tea ceremony be damned for today, he was thirsty. He'll honor it properly some other time, though even then he'll still be wearing rags. His cup makes a small noise as it's set back on the table.]

Can you picture it in your mind's eye, Mitsuhide? The day we will vanquish the Gods?

[Things you should never expect from Mitsuhide: ever stop asking silly (though not at all irrelevant) questions.

Either way, Lapras was very much pleased at the Dragnor warrior's implication, going as far as giving its master a forceful, prideful nod as though reinforcing the idea... right before turning its back to Nobunaga and behaving like a perfectly well-mannered little thing, the way Mitsuhide had intended. Doing it to spite the both of them? No, why would you ever think that?]

Almost eagerly so, my lord. [Said as he feeds his oh-so-stubborn Pokemon, half amused at its antics, half terribly concerned; he could excuse it from Lapras, but Gracia would never find a good marriage prospect if she didn't learn to be more graceful.] It will be a glorious day when Pokemon are no longer used as tools of war, and the land will find peace once again. It will be a time to hone different skills, and lead different lives.

[Things you should expect from Mitsuhide: very idealistic dreams that may or not correspond to the actual state of affairs.]

Edited 2012-10-28 21:38 (UTC)

[It would already be an improvement if Mitsuhide went ahead and voiced those questions! Nobunaga has magnificent answers for everything~

... Also, don't worry your pretty little head over Gracia's marriage! Eventually we'll just have her marry Ranmaru so Nobunaga can finally control Mitsuhide's life one hundred percent. Um... you just read nothing, of course.

Gabite's sly smirk at the Lapras' behavior mirrors Nobunaga's. Zweilous... can't see or perceive anything other than the mountain of rice it's currently devouring, so it's left out of the exchange entirely.]

As always, you're so full of words about peace... which in turn is nothing but an empty word. An abstract concept, with no tangible equivalent in reality. But you are an intelligent man, Mitsuhide. Deep within your heart... what you truly desire is something far less noble and pure than what you so fondly profess.

[He pours himself more tea.]

It's high time you stopped fooling yourself into believing otherwise.

[At least you didn't get the "is that so" treatment this time, Mitsuhide. And the truth is that no one respects you more than Nobunaga, despite what it may seem.]

[... Nobunaga, you sure do seem to go out of your way just to make Mitsuhide's life difficult, don't you?]

I know not of what you speak, my lord. [He lowers his head again, under the excuse of taking another sip from his tea. Really, how many times have they talked in circles so far, and how many more times would the conversation not really go anywhere until it finally either moved forward or stopped at once? It was impossible to tell.] I don't expect war to fully end, or for warriors to stop engaging in battles altogether; however, so long as he can make most people understand our beliefs and share the dream, then my wish will have been granted.

[Lapras gives him a questioning look, tilting its head as though asking if the meanie warlord was giving him a hard time again, to which Mitsuhide responds with a fond hand on its head.]

This is the peace I long for; it might never be perfect, but it can be good enough.

[Ah, Eminence of Light, don't delude yourself that there's too much light in your heart for Nobunaga to consume it all. You are no saint.]

And in all this, where are you? What will you have achieved for yourself?

[Again, no "is that so", which in itself is always a good sign.

After asking his question with his eyes firmly on Mitsuhide, Nobunaga finally gets to the rice. Notably, he doesn't have a whole lot - just one bowl that isn't even completely full.]

Edited 2012-10-29 07:55 (UTC)

[Mitsuhide is well aware there is darkness in his heart, and he most certainly is no Eminence of Light, either; he is a human being, after all, and he, too, has waged war and fought countless battles for the sake of his wish. The difference between them, however, lies in both, their motives and their modus operandi.]

I will have peace of mind, knowing that my strength was used for a noble cause. [A pause as he helps himself to a moderate amount of rice, though he doesn't eat just yet.] The good of the land... Isn't that what we have been fighting for all along?

[It's a rhetorical question, Nobunaga, please don't answer that. Seriously.]

[Everything is for the good of the land! Everyone just has very different definitions of what that is, and Nobunaga and Mitsuhide's... don't quite fit together, as Mitsuhide may have begun to suspect.

Nobunaga downs some more tea and sets the cup back down the table with a small grunt. He's not quite the Demon King at this stage - just a junior, inexperienced devil who's already becoming frustrated with Mitsuhide's purity and doesn't quite know how to rip that immaculate shroud away so the beast behind it may be unleashed.]

You have no vision of your own, then. Do you not realize that Nobunaga expects far more from you?

[With his stomach sufficiently full, Nobunaga leans back against Zweilous' side, half-closed eyes still staring fixedly at Mitsuhide.

It's amazing how much he looks like any tired peasant youth.]

They say that the light of the moon is only a reflection of that of the sun. Whether that is true or not, I expect you to shine your own light, Mitsuhide.

[... but, in order to shine his own light, would that not mean he also had to overshadow the sun?

It is with thoughtful silence that Mitsuhide responds, suddenly taking a renewed interest in his bow of rice as though that could buy him some time. In all honesty, he, too, was very much frustrated; he felt disgusted at his own incompetence, at how he kept failing to meet his master's expectations, and yet he genuinely did not what else to offer. Nobunaga has his everything - his strength, his loyalty and utmost devotion.

The bit about having no vision of his own, however, did catch his interest, if only in a puzzling way. For someone who wished to unite the land, wasn't it better to have followers who shared his ideals, rather than oppose them?]

I apologize for my unsatisfactory performance, my lord. I shall strive to take your wisdom to heart. [It's a small compromise, but also the best he could do at the moment. Nobunaga was a genius, and if the man wanted something else from him, if he thought his potential hadn't been explored in full, then he was probably right.

The problem was to figure out how to do it.]

[Nobunaga closes his eyes and relaxes against his Pokémon's side. Even as he prepares to take a nap, he seems to be smirking, and even if his eyelids are shut, Mitsuhide may still feel he's being observed.]

When you see Nobunaga like this, tired and powerless before you... something sparks in your head. Does it not, Mitsuhide?

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[As though prompted by Nobunaga's question - actually, it might have just been that - Lapras turns to its master with a look that screams "Freeze him so he won't be a meanie again!" You know, just for a week or two, teach him a bit of a lesson. Mitsuhide, of course, pays the Pokemon no heed, choosing to give it a disapproving glance in return. While patting its head. Yes, he's so strict.]

You could never look powerless to me, my lord. [And it's the truth, too, even though it might seem like he's dodging the topic.] Tired, perhaps, but you shall always rise stronger.

[Oh well, you asked for it this time- ]

Is that so?

[And soon after he's said that, the rising and falling of Nobunaga's chest as he breathes becomes slow and regular, and he shuts off the world around him as he falls asleep before his general's eyes.]

[BUT WHAT THE HELL WAS HE SUPPOSED TO ANSWER, HE DOESN'T GET IT, OKAY. Seriously, he can never figure out that man at all.]

Ah-- [Nobunaga's suddenly sleeping form is enough to render him speechless, and if there was anyone who could internally flail while keeping a perfectly calm exterior, that was Mitsuhide. He was pretty sure the tea shop was not the best for a nap - not that his master cared about that - so perhaps he should do something about that. Find him lodgings, maybe?

Meanwhile, Lapras decides that Mitsuhide's life doesn't suck enough yet, deeming it perfectly appropriate to give the Dragnor warrior a gentle headbutt or two to see if he was really sleeping. Wow, rude, Nobunaga.

Can you hear Mitsuhide mentally shrieking here? Because he is.]

[There is a young man wandering the camp; one that may be very familiar to the Demon King.]

[Ranmaru has been here a while now, and met many familiar faces, but until now the one he wants to see most has been absent. So when he spots the dancing man, he immediately startles.]

[He looks like Nobunaga, but there is something wrong. Something not right. After a short while Ranmaru approaches slowly, remaining cautious as he does so. This might be another of Orochi's traps.]

Lord... Nobunaga?

[No. The longer Ranmaru looks at this man, the more certain he becomes that it is his Lord. He may look younger, he may have no facial hair, and those creatures may be completely unfamiliar, but Ranmaru knows Nobunaga's aura too well to mistake it. The page visibly relaxes, and smiles.]

Lord Nobunaga! I am so glad to see you!

[He will trust in his Lord, no matter the form Nobunaga bears.]

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[Nobunaga sees something different about Ran, too, which is why, after pausing in his dance, he spends a rather long moment just looking at the beautiful page, entranced by the dark color of his eyes and by the absurdly long, sheathed blade he appears to be carrying.

But it's undeniable that the one before him is Ran. Ruthless, radiant, ravishing Ran. His Ran.

Nobunaga walks closer to him and cups a hand under his chin, tilting it up slighly to gaze deeper into those eyes that are so different from the eyes of the Ran he knows. These are eyes...

... these are eyes that have seen death, death in its most gruesome and horrid form, looked at it in the eyes and held its gaze as Ran either watched it impotently or dealt it himself.]

... Ran.

[Nobunaga returns Ranmaru's smile with a satisfied smirk and a nod. His Ran has never looked this beautiful.]

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[Nobunaga's darkness, and his touch, wash over Ranmaru like the comforting waters of a hot spring. The loss of it always hits him greatly; having lived most of his life in its presence, and been guided through the troubled times with it at his side, having it vanish is a terrifying prospect for him.]

I am ashamed that I was not at your side when the disaster occurred, my Lord.

[He does not draw back, of course, but closes his eyes briefly to show his sincerity in this matter.]

This samurai shall not dishonour himself in such a way again!

[Nobunaga's eyes narrow inquisitively at Ran's words.]

A disaster, Ran?

[Nobunaga's hand moves up, now brushing over Ran's cheek, his thumb briefly stroking the corner of Ran's lips. He isn't sure what Ran is referring to, but he knows that his perfect boy is being too hard on himself as usual, even in this incarnation. And life is too short and beauty too transient for this splendid synthesis of elements to not spend every single one of his moments smiling.

... Also there are times in which Nobunaga surprises even himself when he thinks of what he would be willing to give to have Ran's smile always. But that is something no one will ever know, and should it somehow become known, nothing will remain of it in the end.]

At ease, my boy. As far as Nobunaga is concerned, your honor is safe.

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[Ranmaru dips his head a little in acknowledgement. He cannot stop himself from smiling at such praise.]

My Lord honours me.

[Afterwards, Ranmaru straightens up to make his report. He has been through a lot since Orochi had first appeared, and often found himself unable to do a thing whilst others were lost.]

[Not once has he allowed himself to believe Nobunaga was lost to him, however.]

I have not seen your face since the snake demons arrived, and tore the lands up. Many of our allies perished in the chaos that resulted, and the fate of others remain uncertain.

[He drops to his knees then, bowing deeply. Ranmaru feels the need to make a point now.]

But I knew you were alive.

[Is it possible for a conqueror's dark heart to be shattered?

Whether it is or not, Nobunaga feels that Ranmaru's infinite honesty must be repaid with honesty of Nobunaga's own.

The fool lowers himself on his beloved page, adjusting Ranmaru's forelocks.]

Your faith is one that no hardship can shake, Ran, no matter how severe. It is a treasure for which none of the fleeting riches of this world can be enough of a reward. However...

[Once again, he tilts Ranmaru's chin up. While he fixes his dark eyes on the boy's, from this angle it will be much easier for Ranmaru to notice the not so subtle difference in Nobunaga's mon.]

Your quest does not end here, Ran. This Nobunaga is not the one you seek.

[He lets go of Ranmaru's chin, now standing up and turning away from him.]

Feel free to hate him for that.

No..!

[There is actual panic in Ranmaru's voice then. He stands up quickly and presses his hand against his chin. Yes, he is aware of those differences. He has been since they first met, in truth. But...]

I could never hate you. Lord Nobunaga is Lord Nobunaga.

[Ranmaru feels he cannot function properly without the Demon King. The prospect of hating him is mortifying beyond all things.]

The differences mean nothing. I will serve my Lord no matter what.

[Nobunaga saw this coming, too, sadly. He gestures for his two Pokémon to come closer, and they do so. He also gives another command to them.]

Don't speak.

[He then turns to Ranmaru, his voice emotionless.]

Ran. What are their names?

I don't know.

[Ranmaru shakes his head, but his expression is turning from one of panic into something very determined indeed.]

But I will learn.

[If he has to prove himself again, or earn his place, he will do it. As far as the young page is concerned, this is where he should be. Should another 'Nobunaga' turn up, well... Ranmaru will face that situation when or if it comes.]

[Until then, this is Nobunaga, his Lord, and that is all there is to it.]

[Leave it to Ranmaru to surprise even Nobunaga, who had been about to remark how he has no use for a page without any knowledge of Pokémon. Ranmaru's determination to make up for that is, too, a thing of beauty.]

You are taking a serious risk, Ran.

[Because through Ran's eyes, so much darker than those he's familiar with, he can see the Nobunaga he has pledged his loyalty to, a man infinitely more ruthless and demonic than the Fool of Dragnor himself. And he knows that both of them love their Ran equally.]

I'd be a fool to allow you to do that. If you are to follow me, you will do so as my equal.

[He snaps his fingers then, at which both his Pokémon speak up, thereby saying their names.

"Gabite!"

"Deino!"

They both recognize Ranmaru, even if he looks a little bit different from the one they know, and are saying hello.]

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