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feonixe2016-05-23 03:47 pm
eonflamewing) wrote in feonixe2016-05-23 03:47 pm
CMO 2016 EDITION
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Perfectly wonderful.
Someone dies... why not both die?
Super horrible and painful...]
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Let's make him involved. Maybe his spirit comes back to torment his swords..... what if nameless went on a kiwame journey and came back more batshit and idk Souza gets involved because of his nature and like IDK THEY JUST FIGHT EVEN IF THEY DONT MEAN TO???? ]
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What an asshole. Things are always going fine and then SUDDENLY NOBUNAGA. What if they're both sent on a kiwame journey bc saniwasan doesn't think they could both possibly be sent to the same master but HERE THEY ARE. Trapped SOMEWHERE IN HISTORY TOGETHER and have to deal with it. Faito over differing opinions like losers.]
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do we want one time period or they time skip in between.... honnoji needs to happen at some point ]
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Timeskips. Def timeskips. But absolutely honnouji bc it's The Worst.
At least Nameless doesn't have Fire Trauma (TM) yet........]
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SO YES... time skips. will happen because who knows how kiwame time works.... where shall we start, okezahama? or later, honnoji can be the final stage ]
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Okehazama... A+ good job jumpstart the bickering... Make sooz help with his own demise again... Honnouji is day 4 after all kinds of ominous letters smfh]
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YEAH SO... idk they could relive the battle again? except like idk if they fight they aren't really affected by the environment, take no damage etc while being able to speak to their masters (nobu and yoshimoto) while the events play out
then in honnoji what if sooz gets transported back to the letter writing safe zone First and then nameless is left to witness honnoji burning and nobu committing seppuku then when he comes back he just sits there because he doesn't know what to write...?????
imagine both their kiwame forms though after this... ]
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Ugh yeah that works like. Sooz thinks he's being sent to yoshimoto and ok that's weird, but then why here of all times?? but nope. nope wrong. and he's tempted to help change things, but he can't do that either...
And then in honnouji he's probably transported back after x amount of like. Abject horror/freaking right out/after lovely mistress-san drags him the hell out of dodge, but nameless is more chill so he's stuck ye ye
Badass kiwame forms, tbh. Possibly kind of matching oops.]
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nohime needs to make a guest appearance okok
I feel they would both have lots of fire imagery.... sooz has birds while nameless has chains so saniwa has to deal with +2 more edgy swords ]
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lovely couple. cackling together in the battlefield. nbd nbd.
So much fire imagery... they both get a lot more red and orange tbh tbh, and Saniwa is just like. What the heckie happened w u 2 jeez...]
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ANYWAY WHO STARTS... I am out rn so I can but not right now I am ingesting dinner ]
Kiwame? More like Kiwhyme
Where would the tides of history send him?
Which master would he be forced to meet?
Which master would he suffer through pretending to not know?
He had suspicions. Suspicions that ended in dusty storerooms and dim-filtered light, not the shouts of a battlefield in pouring rain, familiar enough to send a chill down his spine. He'd been sent to Imagawa.
He'd been sent to Okehazama, again, as if the first re-visiting hadn't been enough.
And he wasn't alone, if the figure on the opposing side of the field was any indication at all.]
...Mitsutada.
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It was already evident that Nameless was different. Incomplete. Summoned from before a time when his identity had been solidified, a sword still half-formed by virtue of having no name nor history. A malleable, blank personality that had been beaten into one of a cold, perfect soldier by his first owner, one so starkly different from the lifelike vibrance of the others. Even compared to Souza, who had a history - he was dull. Dull, boring, a one-trick pony who would obey orders to the bitter end.
So it was no surprise that he had been sent to the only master who had imprinted on him. The Demon King.
You are a tool. A fine tool in my eyes... but you have yet to prove your worth to me.
Other swords received life lessons from their owners. Advice, friendship, even. He received none of that.
How will you shine, my nameless blade? Knowing that you are destined to only serve?
It stormed harshly at Okezahama. He knows this scene, standing by Nobunaga's side as if a footman, his sword form both in his hands and belted around Nobunaga's waist. ]
You.
[ Cold golden eyes glittered in the pouring rain. ]
You will become ours.
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The rain beat down, making hair and cloth cling to skin, making swords shine brighter in flashes of lightning, for being so easily washed clean of blood, making footfalls churn up mud and leave the ground unsteady.
He stands mirrored to his nameless comrade, both at the side of their first true masters, both on their hip.
Both left with nothing by way of advice, lessons, friendship.
My sword! My pretty sword! Let us defeat this fool, and then you will play kemari with me!
But the stage is set. Soon, blood will mix with the mud, his master will fall, and he will be plucked from the grime and claimed. That was history. That couldn't - shouldn't - be changed, and yet...
And yet, he drew his sword and stood defensively by his incompetent master.]
You will, as always, have to fight for that...
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Even if it is, it is bound to not be a pleasant one. ]
Resistance is futile.
[ When Nobunaga gives the signal to raid the Imagawa main camp, he charges forward along with the rest of the soldiers. However, the two of them exist in a realm separate from the chaos around them - soldiers pass through their forms, the only thing non-ethereal being their selves and blades. ]
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No new memories to be formed, only old wounds ripped open anew.]
...Perhaps.
[And yet, resistance is still put forth, as though history could be changed without consequence, as though loss is not a foregone conclusion.
Nameless had always been more skilled than he, a sharper blade, better at combat through sheer volume of use alone, and yet he still crosses blades with him without a second thought, the flash of light reflecting off blades and the harsh sound the only thing signifying them meeting in the middle of the field.]
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You cannot change history.
[ He's fast, each strike containing all his strength. Left, right, center, parry and dodge - a movement that has become instinctive for him, drilled into his head hard enough to blot out all thought. Even when Souza lands his strikes, he will push on despite the injury.
It's as if he feels no pain. ]
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I do not intend to.
[And yet he fights back with all his strength just the same, despite Nameless pushing him back with ease, drawing blood and making feet slip for purchase in the mud. And yet, he fights back with all the strength he can muster, even when his strikes follow through, even when he's wounded, even when an ordinary man wouldn't be able to carry on.
He cannot change history, but perhaps he could shatter under the effort of protecting a master he barely remembers.
He feels pain. He relishes in it, until his sword is cast from his hands and sticks upright in the mud too far away to retrieve. Until he looses his footing in the same movement and falls to his hands and knees.]
Just... take my head and finish it.
[He knows he won't, but... maybe... just maybe he will.]