IC: Private Channel (Ryslig)

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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, KOTOU. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 015.90.095.55 *** COPYPASTA has joined 015.90.095.55 <COPYPASTA> is this working <BANNED USER> SCREENED MESSAGE. UNSCREEN? Y/N <COPYPASTA> this is yamanbagiri kunihiro. do you need me for something.? <COPYPASTA> ^Y i need to change this name. <KOTOU> this is better

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[koukai_kirai]

[Continued from here]

The address is [address in a modest residential area of Bavan]. I'll be there from now until nightfall, at the very least.

<kotou> [Text] -> [Action]

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i'll be there within a few hours.
i'm a werewolf in a white cloak.
i'll be carrying izuminokami-san with me.

[He figured that's enough to identify him, especially when he carry his comrade's vessel with him.

After he found Izuminokami, he carefully hang him at his side. It feels strange carrying him like this, but it's either in his arms—and risk leaving them preoccupied in case he needs them—or carry him on his back. With a soft apology, Yamanbagiri left the Citadel and makes his way towards Bavan as fast as he can.

This is one of those days where he wish to have a full animal form for faster travelling time, like Mikleo.]

[koukai_kirai]

I'll be waiting.

[Hijikata tries not to pace the apartment too much as he waits. Honestly, he sleeps during the day a lot, because it's a little bit claustrophobic to have to stay inside or get turned into a statue. Makes him feel a little bit like a large animal in a small pen, especially since half the rooms in the flat are the kids' rooms and he can't just wander in there whenever he needs somewhere to pace.]

[So instead, he busies himself in the kitchen, heating up water for a pot of tea until he hears someone at the door.]

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[Once he finds the place, Yamanbagiri stands in front of the door and staring at it. His right clawed hand grips his cloak for a moment, before letting go of the cloth. He raises his hand and knocks on the door. Knock, knock.

And then, he speaks up.]

It's Yamanbagiri Kunihiro.

[koukai_kirai]

[Even in spite of the transformations he's undergone, it's easy to see a resemblance between the sword whose vessel he's carrying and the man who opens the door. Hijikata is tall, though not quite so tall as Izuminokami, and has similar long, dark hair and sharp, handsome facial features. His taste in clothes is a little more... subtle, but all the same, he takes good care of his appearance with Horikawa's diligence and a hint of Izuminokami's vanity. Hell, thanks to the mountain, he's even got his "masters'" marks on him like the swords seem to -- the Tokugawas' seal raised in gold above the red-jade scales on one hand, and Kondou's on the other.]

[(It's strange, even now that they're gone, to think of all the things about his swords that were like him, the ways they seemed shaped around him. He wonders vaguely if that's what it feels like to see your sons as grown young men.)]

[He opens the door wide enough for it to be a clear invitation.]

Hijikata. Thank you for coming all this way.

[He can be blunt and rude at times, but that doesn't mean he can't show it when he's grateful.]

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[The resemblances are there and it's giving him a small, hurting pang in his chest. Yamanbagiri knows and have seen how many of his comrades from home resemble their masters, or took after them based on the stories he heard. But with the all too recent departures of his comrades from Ryslig, the feeling caught him by surprise.

Hijikata's words snapped him out from his thoughts. Yamanbagiri steps in through the opened door and speaks, a little uncertain on how to talk to Hijikata.]

It's the least I can do...

[Once he's inside, Yamanbagiri turns to face Hijikata. Placing his hands onto Izuminokami, he carefully detach him—sheath and all—from his waist and hold him out to Hijikata.]

Here he is... [A brief pause, before he speaks again.] ... and sorry for carrying him by my side like that. Thought it's the best way for me to carry him and travel here.

[koukai_kirai]

[Hijikata shakes his head, gently brushing off the apology.]

It's fine. You brought him.

[He takes the sheath with both hands, and though they're large, rough hands, scaled on one side and calloused on the other, he's impeccably careful and respectful with them, even very nearly gentle. It's clear that he doesn't even for a moment take the sword in his hands for granted.]

[After all, he isn't really a samurai. He had to work hard to even be allowed the privilege of carrying his swords.]

Was anything left behind from the others? I have Horikawa, but...

[Souji should have his own "copy" of Yamato, but it feels like he'did appreciate knowing if anything else was left behind.]