I don't think it's a good idea. Um, for anyone to come at all. Once we get a little further, I'm going to ask the staff, but... If we get something like what most people are familiar with, where we get to visit each other after this, I think it's a better idea if my world is left out of that arrangement.
[he takes a second to find the best way to explain it.]
The threat that we're facing... There's a person that it's tied to, it follows him wherever he goes. He's a coward who's been running from it for years, so if he found a way to try to escape to another world, he'd do it even if he put the people there at risk. And if it made it to other worlds, it'd do the same thing it did to mine. It took my entire kingdom in less than two days. I'm going to do my best to stop it, but if something happens, I don't want it to have the opportunity to spread out to the rest of you.
... I know I compliment you a lot, so it might seem like I am just saying it at times, but I am very grateful to know you. And while I wish you weren't here, since you are, I'm glad to have met you.
...I'm really glad I got the chance to meet you, too. Everyone here is really important to me, but - you and Mikazuki especially. I really care about both of you.
[ ah... he looks, very touched. and he opens his mouth to say something, but more stardust appears.
You are a sword. A beautiful sword, one forged by a smith with incredible skill. You will be known for centuries for your beauty and craftsmanship, but right now, you are simply a sword in the hands a member of the Adachi clan, a proud family with years of history behind them. While the Hōjō clan had been destroying their rival clans, they have left the Adachi alone due to their loyalty.
Until, one day, they don't.
The massacre only lasts a few hours. Hōjō Sadatoki, the fourteen year old regent of the shogun, kills your master. You are a sword, but you can do nothing to protect him. Instead you fall to the ground, along with his body, and you simply stay there as the last remains of the Adachi are wiped out for no reason other than unprovoked paranoia and a desire for power.
Later, you have been buried with your dead master. While a sword's existence is meant to remain on a battlefield, this quiet home is not one you are against. You may be at peace now, as your master begins to rot away, but at the very least you will remain at his side for the rest of history. After all, isn't a sword meant to always be in arm's reach?
You have been dug out from the grave. Sadatoki, the very boy who killed your master, had fallen in love with you on the battlefield. He located where you were buried and, while ignoring his sin, he wraps his hand around your hilt and pulls you back into the daylight. You have a new master now.
The Hōjō clan later on meets its demise. You are passed on, and put to rest, and stolen, in a cycle that seems never ending. After all, the Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a beautiful and well crafted sword, so who wouldn't want to have it in their grasp? ]
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after another moment, he nods.]
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Then we really need to make sure you get back soon.
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[an awkward pause]
I don't think it's a good idea. Um, for anyone to come at all. Once we get a little further, I'm going to ask the staff, but... If we get something like what most people are familiar with, where we get to visit each other after this, I think it's a better idea if my world is left out of that arrangement.
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Is there a particular reason why?
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[he takes a second to find the best way to explain it.]
The threat that we're facing... There's a person that it's tied to, it follows him wherever he goes. He's a coward who's been running from it for years, so if he found a way to try to escape to another world, he'd do it even if he put the people there at risk. And if it made it to other worlds, it'd do the same thing it did to mine. It took my entire kingdom in less than two days. I'm going to do my best to stop it, but if something happens, I don't want it to have the opportunity to spread out to the rest of you.
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... if you are sure.
But please know that the option is still there.
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[and he does smile, grateful.]
I appreciate it. But I think it's safer for everyone else like this.
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When it's over, we can see each other then? When you fix it.
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That's... I mean, if that were possible, it'd make me really happy.
[unfortunately he was not exaggerating when he said he was the only one left]
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You will figure everything out, Rupert.
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[honestly.]
I hadn't heard that a lot before coming here, so - it means a lot.
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[also give me a memory!!!]
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You are a sword. A beautiful sword, one forged by a smith with incredible skill. You will be known for centuries for your beauty and craftsmanship, but right now, you are simply a sword in the hands a member of the Adachi clan, a proud family with years of history behind them. While the Hōjō clan had been destroying their rival clans, they have left the Adachi alone due to their loyalty.
Until, one day, they don't.
The massacre only lasts a few hours. Hōjō Sadatoki, the fourteen year old regent of the shogun, kills your master. You are a sword, but you can do nothing to protect him. Instead you fall to the ground, along with his body, and you simply stay there as the last remains of the Adachi are wiped out for no reason other than unprovoked paranoia and a desire for power.
Later, you have been buried with your dead master. While a sword's existence is meant to remain on a battlefield, this quiet home is not one you are against. You may be at peace now, as your master begins to rot away, but at the very least you will remain at his side for the rest of history. After all, isn't a sword meant to always be in arm's reach?
You have been dug out from the grave. Sadatoki, the very boy who killed your master, had fallen in love with you on the battlefield. He located where you were buried and, while ignoring his sin, he wraps his hand around your hilt and pulls you back into the daylight. You have a new master now.
The Hōjō clan later on meets its demise. You are passed on, and put to rest, and stolen, in a cycle that seems never ending. After all, the Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a beautiful and well crafted sword, so who wouldn't want to have it in their grasp? ]
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after a long moment:]
...I'm so sorry that happened.
[all of it, but - the idea of being taken again and again without any say or input, removed when he might have wanted to stay.]
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... and it's what shaped me to be who I am now.
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[the concern remains.]
I mean, not that I'm not glad about that. [him being who he is.] But - if you ever want to talk about it...
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