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fuckingsnakes2012-10-19 11:37 pm
afoolsdesire) wrote in fuckingsnakes2012-10-19 11:37 pm
+1 Fool
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...]
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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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.]
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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.]