[ there are things and how they come to be (and for what purpose) that should logically be questioned and things that should not.
today more than likely has been deemed the latter for kojuro. it is also for that reason that he had finally decided that he had had enough. he can't quite remember if it was the overall noise, the general pushy and rushed tendencies, the hooded figure that dropped letters as if it were delivering illegal goods, or... or maybe the cats.
kojuro has been sitting in the room silently for some time, now, eyes closed and arms crossed in thought. it doesn't seem as if he's quite settled in, however, considering he still has his long coat on. Closer inspection would have it that he's deliberately wearing it in place of the suit jacket, the rest of the suit itself still worn. he didn't have any particularly negative feelings towards the locals of this place ( they've proved they are crazy in unfortunate and sad ways but he didn't stick around long enough for any of the more malicious insanity demonstrations ). if he had felt they were any way an issue for masamune, kojuro not only wouldn't have left, he wouldn't have stopped until he physically located the other, as well.
as for the escaping part— well, robots are surprisingly easy to deal with when lightning also happens to be electricity. his lord has always been far better in dealing with loud events and handling spotlight. kojuro, on the other hand, would prefer to stick to the shadows, and find somewhere there is peace during his spare time.
still, he is ever alert when the younger man arrives. at being addressed, he lifts his head to look over to the other, for a moment a small hint of surprise. ] Lord Masamune. [ it's not at seeing the other, however, so much as the suggestion that masamune has actually been looking for him.
it doesn't really matter if it's assertive looking or passive looking for him, it's an inconvenience all the same for the other. ] I apologize for departing and requiring you to seek me out.
[ well, he's sort of sorry, anyway. as in, he'll be way less sorry when he realizes what the other has been looking for him for because really can we so not talk about the creepy letters that he's actually not opened at all yet past one or two to see what the contents actually were? they are currently mostly in a pile on the table in front of the couch, but that pile isn't as neat and organized as someone like kojuro would normally be if he was actually... diligently looking through them rather than just wondering if they disappeared all together if no harm would be done. he'd only opened the ones he did until he realized a pattern of the nature of the letters.
how was he supposed to know it wasn't actually important?
(and even knowing it's all pointless letters from faceless individuals, he didn't seem to be able to let go of the discipline telling him that, no, he can't throw any one of them away until he makes absolutely sure there is nothing worthwhile hidden in there. just because ninety-nine out of one hundred letters are the same, it does not mean the last one will be so. what kind of strategist simply assume untold or unseen information is useless?
a damn bad one, that's what kind.
...that doesn't mean he's made much progress on them, though. it's so...awkward. everything about these letters is strange and awkward.
THIS PLACE IS SO AWKWARD?
at least he doesn't have as many as Masamune does.) ]
Is there something you need me for?
[ —yes, reasons for leaving... ...definitely just the cats. ]
[ masamune's eye only takes a small moment to sweep the room, taking into account the details pretty quickly. all collected on the table, showing some signs of investigation but not quite... and yet they're all still there. masamune doesn't need to ask to know what his right eye thought about the words offered to him; he also doesn't need to ask to know why the rest of the unopened letters are there and not being used as fuel for whatever fire would summon nobunaga next ( let's admit the reason kojuro doesn't have as many as masamune is probably because he'd left before the other had... ).
--how very kojuro-like, really.
does that mean mister dragon's going to hold off on asking anything about them? of course not. he only allows his eye to linger on the pile for a barely noticeable second as he moves to take his place on the couch, depositing both the suit and his own letters in the spot beside him.
to kojuro's apology, a simple: ]
No problem. I know those places aren't your style, and the whole thing wasn't urgent.
[ if it was ever truly a problem, no apologies would need to be made; if masamune had truly needed him there, that's where he would've been. plus, inconveniences aren't enough to stop the trainwreck that is this lord honestly.......
there is no direct answer to the question, which is probably quite telling on its own. this place is awkward only if you really look at it as awkward, which masamune admittedly does not, at this moment. ... as much as he can see why it would be, he's just choosing not to consider it as such ( no, it really is just awkward. ).
ah, there's an open one. ]
Looks like you weren't too hot about the words they laid out for us.
Kojuro's expression remains solid, although there is the slightest twitch threatening to make itself known there, as well. Luckily, he's really good at controlling himself, only allowing the smallest of sighs to control betraying his displeasure further. Other than 'awkward', Kojuro supposes he can't really say that any of it is particularly more dangerous or threatening than another but...
Call him suspicious of those that try too hard (and, not to mention, fail miserably all the same). Granted, he still hasn't decided on whether or not he is particularly finding any of this actually potentially threatening—not when he's pretty sure this world can't even spell names like 'nobunaga' correctly, nevermind identify in any manner—but if Kojuro were any different, he wouldn't be fit for the title of Masamune's right eye (and, really, doesn't Masamune already have to deal with Kojuro's botenmaru feelings and his subsequent feelings of inferiority to things like being botenmaru's right eye—forget he himself was the one who made such a claim to be so so very long ago himself?). ]
I find this place and its people... treacherously mercurial. [ And it's not a mercurial like Matsunaga's interests in shiny things and one variant object's importance to the next. ]
Perhaps it is not the words so much as what they all suggest. [ So it's not simply the words, then?
he lifts between his fingers on the side closest to his lord a folded piece of paper being held there despite still having his arms held crossed. If Masamune is to take it, he'll find that this particular secret letter speaks about the most sacred of his important somewhat-secretive loves:
his vegetables. True to his serious nature concerning them (...and everything else, but especially them... they are right up there in getting his full attention short of botenmaru himself okok), he continues: ]
What is it they are so desperately seeking to hide that they would go through so much effort in a need to distract us with things such as this?
[ people who clearly understand nothing about vegetables bringing it into conversation... talk about desperate!!
Besides, he hasn't shown Masamune the other distraction that has taken the cake, yet; although Kojuro is pretty sure it was only coincidence that he found it first and it is meant for the Date lord himself.
(Also Kojuro has not yet figured out if it requires Masamune to take care of it—he does not know if he can trust the two together if Masamune is expected to do such things.
Then again, is that the sound of something being knocked over and crashing to the floor in another room?
It sure is.)
Kojuro shifts almost defensively. He heard nothing!!! ]
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ONE; don't share the creepy letters he doesn't wanna know!!!
today more than likely has been deemed the latter for kojuro. it is also for that reason that he had finally decided that he had had enough. he can't quite remember if it was the overall noise, the general pushy and rushed tendencies, the hooded figure that dropped letters as if it were delivering illegal goods, or... or maybe the cats.
kojuro has been sitting in the room silently for some time, now, eyes closed and arms crossed in thought. it doesn't seem as if he's quite settled in, however, considering he still has his long coat on. Closer inspection would have it that he's deliberately wearing it in place of the suit jacket, the rest of the suit itself still worn. he didn't have any particularly negative feelings towards the locals of this place ( they've proved they are crazy in unfortunate and sad ways but he didn't stick around long enough for any of the more malicious insanity demonstrations ). if he had felt they were any way an issue for masamune, kojuro not only wouldn't have left, he wouldn't have stopped until he physically located the other, as well.
as for the escaping part— well, robots are surprisingly easy to deal with when lightning also happens to be electricity. his lord has always been far better in dealing with loud events and handling spotlight. kojuro, on the other hand, would prefer to stick to the shadows, and find somewhere there is peace during his spare time.
still, he is ever alert when the younger man arrives. at being addressed, he lifts his head to look over to the other, for a moment a small hint of surprise. ] Lord Masamune. [ it's not at seeing the other, however, so much as the suggestion that masamune has actually been looking for him.
it doesn't really matter if it's assertive looking or passive looking for him, it's an inconvenience all the same for the other. ] I apologize for departing and requiring you to seek me out.
[ well, he's sort of sorry, anyway. as in, he'll be way less sorry when he realizes what the other has been looking for him for because really can we so not talk about the creepy letters that he's actually not opened at all yet past one or two to see what the contents actually were? they are currently mostly in a pile on the table in front of the couch, but that pile isn't as neat and organized as someone like kojuro would normally be if he was actually... diligently looking through them rather than just wondering if they disappeared all together if no harm would be done. he'd only opened the ones he did until he realized a pattern of the nature of the letters.
how was he supposed to know it wasn't actually important?
(and even knowing it's all pointless letters from faceless individuals, he didn't seem to be able to let go of the discipline telling him that, no, he can't throw any one of them away until he makes absolutely sure there is nothing worthwhile hidden in there. just because ninety-nine out of one hundred letters are the same, it does not mean the last one will be so. what kind of strategist simply assume untold or unseen information is useless?
a damn bad one, that's what kind.
...that doesn't mean he's made much progress on them, though. it's so...awkward. everything about these letters is strange and awkward.
THIS PLACE IS SO AWKWARD?
at least he doesn't have as many as Masamune does.) ]
Is there something you need me for?
[ —yes, reasons for leaving... ...definitely just the cats. ]
doesn't he tho
--how very kojuro-like, really.
does that mean mister dragon's going to hold off on asking anything about them? of course not. he only allows his eye to linger on the pile for a barely noticeable second as he moves to take his place on the couch, depositing both the suit and his own letters in the spot beside him.
to kojuro's apology, a simple: ]
No problem. I know those places aren't your style, and the whole thing wasn't urgent.
[ if it was ever truly a problem, no apologies would need to be made; if masamune had truly needed him there, that's where he would've been. plus, inconveniences aren't enough to stop the trainwreck that is this lord honestly.......
there is no direct answer to the question, which is probably quite telling on its own. this place is awkward only if you really look at it as awkward, which masamune admittedly does not, at this moment. ... as much as he can see why it would be, he's just choosing not to consider it as such ( no, it really is just awkward. ).
ah, there's an open one. ]
Looks like you weren't too hot about the words they laid out for us.
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Kojuro's expression remains solid, although there is the slightest twitch threatening to make itself known there, as well. Luckily, he's really good at controlling himself, only allowing the smallest of sighs to control betraying his displeasure further. Other than 'awkward', Kojuro supposes he can't really say that any of it is particularly more dangerous or threatening than another but...
Call him suspicious of those that try too hard (and, not to mention, fail miserably all the same). Granted, he still hasn't decided on whether or not he is particularly finding any of this actually potentially threatening—not when he's pretty sure this world can't even spell names like 'nobunaga'
correctly, nevermind identify in any manner—but if Kojuro were any different, he wouldn't be fit for the title of Masamune's right eye (and, really, doesn't Masamune already have to deal with Kojuro's botenmaru feelings and his subsequent feelings of inferiority to things like being botenmaru's right eye—forget he himself was the one who made such a claim to be so so very long ago himself?). ]
I find this place and its people... treacherously mercurial. [ And it's not a mercurial like Matsunaga's interests in shiny things and one variant object's importance to the next. ]
Perhaps it is not the words so much as what they all suggest. [ So it's not simply the words, then?
he lifts between his fingers on the side closest to his lord a folded piece of paper being held there despite still having his arms held crossed. If Masamune is to take it, he'll find that this particular secret letter speaks about the most sacred of his important somewhat-secretive loves:
his vegetables. True to his serious nature concerning them (...and everything else, but especially them...
they are right up there in getting his full attention short of botenmaru himself okok), he continues: ]What is it they are so desperately seeking to hide that they would go through so much effort in a need to distract us with things such as this?
[ people who clearly understand nothing about vegetables bringing it into conversation... talk about desperate!!
Besides, he hasn't shown Masamune the other distraction that has taken the cake, yet; although Kojuro is pretty sure it was only coincidence that he found it first and it is meant for the Date lord himself.
(Also Kojuro has not yet figured out if it requires Masamune to take care of it—he does not know if he can trust the two together if Masamune is expected to do such things.
Then again, is that the sound of something being knocked over and crashing to the floor in another room?
It sure is.)
Kojuro shifts almost defensively. He heard nothing!!! ]