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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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[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?

Edited 2012-10-30 13:52 (UTC)

[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.]

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