#chishigure

"There's no way this is right."

At first, the servant saw no reason to reveal herself. Though she'd sensed the presence of some phantasmal beasts here, this lone warrior was more than capable of handling a single chimera. His bladework is immaculate, made at an almost blinding speed for any human.

So precise, in fact, that she could not recognize it as anything but her own.

"Okita Souji...so this is the me from this world..." she mutters to herself more to him as she steps out from around the corner, into the lantern light.

In truth, this isn't that unusual for servants - they would often find different versions of themselves, should they happen to be in the right time period. Finding out this one is male is no shock, nor is any difference in their appearance. That's not what bothers her.

She unsheathes her own blade. It's not a threat - but the closest thing she can offer to an explanation for her own confusion. If this truly is an alternative form of her from this world - he'd be a fool not to recognize his own blade.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you here before..a traveler from Inazuma I’d imagine.” Judging by the male’s clothing at the very least it was the only educated guess he could make regarding the man’s origins. “Either way, what can I get you? If you’d like a suggestion then I’d suggest you get the Dandelion wine, the nation’s prize.”

(Hi bestieeeee~)

"Hard to believe it's the last day of school before summer already," He gives a small yawn, folding his arms behind his head - while others might have expected him to be bouncing off the wall in excitement - and he was certainly excited, this last day always seemed to bring about a certain dilemma for him.

(For Yasusada :D)

[ An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme ]

Yasusada knows that he is potentially jeopardizing his mission, and potentially history itself by allowing this to happen. Luckily he's come to terms with what must happen from here on, but still, he feels in the back of his mind that he's in some way violating what should be.

But it had happened too fast: Okita had seen him looking... rather forlorn, having spaced out after seeing the Shinsengumi captain endure a short but harsh coughing fit. He knows what he has to do-- or not do, really-- but the thought, the temptation, of intervening... of providing the medicine he's got in his pack still... it's there, and it's not small.

Okita had noticed his troubled demeanor, and pulled him into a hug, and... How could Yasusada Okizawa refuse? He hugs him back tightly.

Souji doesn't seem to have lost much of his strength yet, judging by the tightness of the embrace, and it's almost enough to make him cry. This could be the best time to interfere, to save him, and the urge to do so still claws at him from the inside.

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

it was supposed to be nothing more than a routine mission. and yet, here stands Okita Souji with blood quickly pooling underneath his arm, Souza Samonji standing nearby and looking like a deer in the headlights.

"s -- Souji - sama!"

he barely has time to think, as another twisting retrograde tantou divebombs them, his sword clashing viciously with the little snake-like demon.

Meme status;; Accepting