[STOP LISTEN yeah but also it's fine. Sometimes his advice is good...
This is indeed a very logical concern to have, thinks Matsui who comes from a canon where half of these damn swords can't even wear their armor correctly.]
I see... Do you prefer to have a wide range of motion for your arms, then? We may be able to find a jacket in a larger size, but then you would have to concern yourself with the excess fabric.
[he might've seen her doing her fun polearm spinny moves when she was practicing fire in the subway, but she does nod at the question.]
I would prefer to have less fabric. However, if the goal is to stay warm, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Battle will keep me warm - I will just need to remember to shed the jacket before engaging.
[she will try on a jacket. it's very funny because she can't fit her flappy arm pieces in it.]
[THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID HELP NOT HER 6 DOLLAR SLEEVELESS JACKET.
Anyway Matsui glances briefly toward the sword at his hip and seems to consider... He has some pride but not so much that he'd refuse to help someone he vibes with cut off the sleeves of their new jacket.]
If you would like assistance with that, I can provide some.
[okay i looked and it's more like one dollar for a jacket but still her one dollar sleeveless jacket with her dumb crane wings sticking out the sides and not covering her huge strip of bare skin on her thighs]
Oh - I would appreciate that. Would you require something in return? [hashtag contracts]
[Well. Maybe not helping people like THIS BUT IT'S FINE...
Once she holds the jacket out, he'll take a step back and unsheathe his blade! After eying it for a second, he'll do two swift anime-style strikes to separate the sleeves from the body at exactly the right places. Nice.]
Thank you. [It'd just be tragic if he couldn't even manage this... Also unfortunately since the profiles have truly just been out there from the start, he also immediately fuckin gave up. The saniwa is having a heart attack somewhere.
He smiles! It's faint, but just big enough that she might catch a brief flash of some fangs because he's normal.]
I refer to myself as a blade because I am one. Matsui Gou, forged by Gou no Yoshihiro.
[A polite little nod as if he's given a proper introduction now...]
[you say this as if she has looked at a phone once since she's been here other than to post A on netzach's post. he really could've kept this a secret from her forever if he wanted.
ALSO FANGS? HE'S A SWORD WHY DOES HE HAVE FANGS
shenhe, unfortunately, finds this extremely normal because she was raised by two birds and a deer.]
You... are a blade. [huh! she leans a little closer, peering at him.] But you look human.
[LISTEN HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT!!! The cat's out of the bag now it's too late... Also don't worry about it.]
Yes. [A NOD. Sometimes you just look human... He slides his sword back into its sheath and then holds a hand up like he also finds it a foreign thing to look at.]
This body was gifted to me by the saniwa, who has the ability to call forth spirits like myself and provide them with a physical tether to the world.
Anyway he'll allow this. Tragically his hand isn't made of wood or anything particularly special! It just feels like a normal human paw... Albeit fucking cold.]
That is much more typical where I'm from, as well. After all, only the saniwa have this ability, and there are few of them compared to the number of spirits that exist.
What an interesting similarity. [it's okay, her hands are also very cold. she lets go of his hand, and folds her arms across her chest.] I wonder if your world is the closest in nature to my own.
Ah. Congratulations on your victory. [The sharks are getting adopted out so fast...] I'm glad that you find him agreeable, though. He's very easy to get along with, but unfortunately, some people hold incorrect opinions.
[THIS SOUNDS SO FUCKING OMINOUS. Maybe it is ominous... Maybe he just means he's going to convert them to the church of Buzen, which is also ominous in a different way.]
Matsui looks briefly surprised for a second, and then amused.]
Ah. I wouldn't do such a thing. Buzen wouldn't like it. [THAT'S THE ONLY REASON WHY??] But I am certain that with enough time, anyone could warm up to him.
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This is indeed a very logical concern to have, thinks Matsui who comes from a canon where half of these damn swords can't even wear their armor correctly.]
I see... Do you prefer to have a wide range of motion for your arms, then? We may be able to find a jacket in a larger size, but then you would have to concern yourself with the excess fabric.
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I would prefer to have less fabric. However, if the goal is to stay warm, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Battle will keep me warm - I will just need to remember to shed the jacket before engaging.
[she will try on a jacket. it's very funny because she can't fit her flappy arm pieces in it.]
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Anyway truly this is so funny. Matsui watches her flappy arm pieces not fit into her new jacket...]
...If you focus on keeping your torso and head warm, perhaps you could go without the sleeves?
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she glances at him again. oh. huh. can't believe she is going to spend like six dollars on this jacket and then cut the sleeves off.]
I am not used to this sort of clothing... [but she nods.] When I find something sharp I will be sure to do so.
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Anyway Matsui glances briefly toward the sword at his hip and seems to consider... He has some pride but not so much that he'd refuse to help someone he vibes with cut off the sleeves of their new jacket.]
If you would like assistance with that, I can provide some.
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Oh - I would appreciate that. Would you require something in return? [hashtag contracts]
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He shakes his head at that, though, because this is familiar to him but he's a SWORD he does everything for free.]
No, there isn't any need for that. I've been able to help with very little so far here, so if I'm able to do even this much, I'm content with that.
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You help people with no expectation of anything in return. [huh. wild!!
anyway she holds out a jacket for him.]
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[Well. Maybe not helping people like THIS BUT IT'S FINE...
Once she holds the jacket out, he'll take a step back and unsheathe his blade! After eying it for a second, he'll do two swift anime-style strikes to separate the sleeves from the body at exactly the right places. Nice.]
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Impressive. [nice sword work, guy] Do you refer to yourself as a blade? Like a mercenary.
[local bird about to learn about swordpeople maybe unless this one is better about not immediately telling people]
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Thank you. [It'd just be tragic if he couldn't even manage this... Also unfortunately since the profiles have truly just been out there from the start, he also immediately fuckin gave up. The saniwa is having a heart attack somewhere.
He smiles! It's faint, but just big enough that she might catch a brief flash of some fangs because he's normal.]
I refer to myself as a blade because I am one. Matsui Gou, forged by Gou no Yoshihiro.
[A polite little nod as if he's given a proper introduction now...]
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ALSO FANGS? HE'S A SWORD WHY DOES HE HAVE FANGS
shenhe, unfortunately, finds this extremely normal because she was raised by two birds and a deer.]
You... are a blade. [huh! she leans a little closer, peering at him.] But you look human.
[not that that means anything.]
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Yes. [A NOD. Sometimes you just look human... He slides his sword back into its sheath and then holds a hand up like he also finds it a foreign thing to look at.]
This body was gifted to me by the saniwa, who has the ability to call forth spirits like myself and provide them with a physical tether to the world.
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Ah. [this is fascinating, actually. she touches his hand, arranging his fingers like she's seeing if they're wooden or something.] Interesting.
I have heard of similar, though the stories I have heard have been of sentient swords possessing mortals rather than being given a body of their own.
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Anyway he'll allow this. Tragically his hand isn't made of wood or anything particularly special! It just feels like a normal human paw... Albeit fucking cold.]
That is much more typical where I'm from, as well. After all, only the saniwa have this ability, and there are few of them compared to the number of spirits that exist.
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What an interesting similarity. [it's okay, her hands are also very cold. she lets go of his hand, and folds her arms across her chest.] I wonder if your world is the closest in nature to my own.
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Cold hands club. Once she lets go, his hand falls back to his side.]
It's a possibility. Not many here are familiar with spirits beyond folklore, but that is to be expected from humans.
[At least where he comes from, since humans can't see them...]
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Does this mean Buzen is a sword as well?
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That's correct. Buzen is a precious comrade of mine, so I hope the two of you will get along.
[He will hit anyone who disrespects Buzen with a bowling ball.]
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We do. I had a competition with him, and I won a shark named Fate. [uwu] He is not difficult to get along with.
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Ah. Congratulations on your victory. [The sharks are getting adopted out so fast...] I'm glad that you find him agreeable, though. He's very easy to get along with, but unfortunately, some people hold incorrect opinions.
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Opinions by definition can't be in-- [a pause. oh, wait. no, she gets it.] Ah. Are there really people who dislike him?
Fascinating.
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It's fine. There won't be, soon.
[THIS SOUNDS SO FUCKING OMINOUS. Maybe it is ominous... Maybe he just means he's going to convert them to the church of Buzen, which is also ominous in a different way.]
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There... won't be. [she repeats slowly.
silence...
then:] Ah, well. I suppose if you get rid of the people who do, that's efficient.
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Matsui looks briefly surprised for a second, and then amused.]
Ah. I wouldn't do such a thing. Buzen wouldn't like it. [THAT'S THE ONLY REASON WHY??] But I am certain that with enough time, anyone could warm up to him.
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