[Cue some obvious surprise, but also a little bit of excitement! He's only ever met living swords from his own world, after all, and has just kind of come to assume that everyone who's a living sword is also from... there... Especially since there were like a million of them running around.]
Eh— seriously? Sekki? [The name doesn't ring a bell, but that isn't too strange.] That doesn't sound super familiar... But hey, d'you remember the citadel?
[Well, this just shot from a level 10 familiarity back down to level 0.]
Gods? Like literal, actual gods? Like, actual Bishamonten? Oh my god.
[IT'S A LOT TO TAKE IN but he'll try to tackle the second question, too, albeit mildly less put-together.]
Uh— but if we're talking about... y'know, masters and all, I don't remember much about my newest one. The one that leads our army, yeah? But I remember the one before that. What about you?
Ooh, like a shrine sword? You must have really been something else to be used by gods and against gods and all that, though...
[Which, even as he's saying it, sounds so stupid to his own ears. Just a few months ago he was denying the plausible idea that he was a sword spirit and now he's here, chatting about god swords... Wild.]
Mm, but our army... That master was able to call us forward, since they needed us. There's this war-- or was, I guess? We had to travel aaall over time to stop another army from changing history. Those guys, the Retrograding Army - I'm pretty sure they were tsukumogami like us, but I don't remember any war gods being involved. S'any of that ring a bell?
Yea, something like that! I don't think I was ever used for humans or against them.
( simply. it sounds like kashuu is really similar to him, but also different. he can't help but wonder just how many swords there are out there. how different were they? it's almost kind of exciting.
he shakes his head. )
Sorry, I don't think I got involved into anything like that. Everything I remember is about spirits and gods.
( then a sigh. )
I'm sorry Kashuu. But I do want to hear more about your memories? If you want to tell me.
Eh— you don't need to apologize. I'm just sorry I can't help you out, either.
[Since he's sort of made it a self-appointed task to keep the other swords from his own world up to date with the things he remembers. Obviously, if they're from entirely different places or situations, nothing he can recall will help...
That said, he's just as interested in the idea of other sword-people that aren't exactly like him. He nods in the direction the quainter and quieter part of town is in.]
Talk over lunch? All this shooting's made me super hungry, and I wanna hear about your stuff, too. This is the first time I've ever met a sword who isn't from the Citadel. I was kinda starting to think we were the only place out there with, y'know... people like us. Spirits like us, I guess.
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( how embarrassing, but kashuu should at least understand this whole situation is a bit like the plotline of an anime anyway. )
So are we like the living tea caddies?
( probably shouldn't say "we". )
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[He Understands™. Saying he's come to terms with it is a little too gracious, but he's definitely adjusted.
That said, he's definitely arching a brow at that particular phrasing.]
Basically, but swords instead of tea caddies or anything else. ...We?
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I'm a sword too. Called Sekki. I remembered not too long ago.
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Eh— seriously? Sekki? [The name doesn't ring a bell, but that isn't too strange.] That doesn't sound super familiar... But hey, d'you remember the citadel?
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I don't remember. A lot of my memories involve gods. ( then a pause. ) I do know that I was used to slice the heavens however. And Bishamonten.
( which raises a question. )
Do you remember your, uh, master?
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Gods? Like literal, actual gods? Like, actual Bishamonten? Oh my god.
[IT'S A LOT TO TAKE IN but he'll try to tackle the second question, too, albeit mildly less put-together.]
Uh— but if we're talking about... y'know, masters and all, I don't remember much about my newest one. The one that leads our army, yeah? But I remember the one before that. What about you?
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( a sheepish shrug. )
I think Bishamonten survived? Probably?
( then a pause as he tries to figure out the best way to answer that. )
I do. I belong to a god of war. ( but the more interesting thing is what kashuu is saying. ) Your army? What do you remember?
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[Which, even as he's saying it, sounds so stupid to his own ears. Just a few months ago he was denying the plausible idea that he was a sword spirit and now he's here, chatting about god swords... Wild.]
Mm, but our army... That master was able to call us forward, since they needed us. There's this war-- or was, I guess? We had to travel aaall over time to stop another army from changing history. Those guys, the Retrograding Army - I'm pretty sure they were tsukumogami like us, but I don't remember any war gods being involved. S'any of that ring a bell?
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( simply. it sounds like kashuu is really similar to him, but also different. he can't help but wonder just how many swords there are out there. how different were they? it's almost kind of exciting.
he shakes his head. )
Sorry, I don't think I got involved into anything like that. Everything I remember is about spirits and gods.
( then a sigh. )
I'm sorry Kashuu. But I do want to hear more about your memories? If you want to tell me.
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[Since he's sort of made it a self-appointed task to keep the other swords from his own world up to date with the things he remembers. Obviously, if they're from entirely different places or situations, nothing he can recall will help...
That said, he's just as interested in the idea of other sword-people that aren't exactly like him. He nods in the direction the quainter and quieter part of town is in.]
Talk over lunch? All this shooting's made me super hungry, and I wanna hear about your stuff, too. This is the first time I've ever met a sword who isn't from the Citadel. I was kinda starting to think we were the only place out there with, y'know... people like us. Spirits like us, I guess.