#exaltedsunchild

“Huh, who what?!” Even with the mists are all over, Parasoul was about to take an order of coffee in her own ward territory which is Fibonacci. With Krieg back at her hands than a child’s umbrella, she only pointed at him temporarily and lowers down after.

Van Helsing wasn’t exactly a fan of the fairway back in London, but if he were being honest with himself, he was starting to miss his friends back home.  It was definitely a feeling buried deep, deep, deep down, as he wasn’t one to even admit that their ragtag group were his friends.  Still, the boardwalk in Cotes Ward was a bit like home in some ways.

There were excited children shoving past him to race to the next game with free space.  It looked like you were meant to knock down some ugly clown dolls with rubber balls; the kids were practically throwing money at the man running the booth as they fought over the basket of ammo.  He turned his attention to the booth next door, which had rows of colorful balloons pinned to the wall.  After he quickly read over the rules, he decided that he’d try to game of off-brand darts.

Another man was standing at the counter as he approached, he seemed to be studying the darts he had been given.  Van Helsing handed over some money and was given his own basket of darts; upon picking one up he immediately noticed they were weighted.

                    ❛❛ So you’re Mouri Motonari...the ruler of Aki who sacrifices even his own men for the sake of his wicked schemes. ❜❜ Nagamasa’s glare was a mixture of anger and disappointment. Why did the first samurai he encountered from his own world have to be this man ? Why couldn’t his brother-in-law or one of his retainers have arrived in his place ? After being stuck in this accursed city for two months, Nagamasa was longing for camaraderie.

                    ❛❛ Under normal circumstances, I would eliminate an evil being like you immediately. However, neither of us are in a position to properly do battle with one another. Me, with my trash can and wooden sword, and you, with that plastic ring of yours. ❜❜ If they did fight, it would be a mockery of true samurai battles. They might as well have been criminals brawling in the streets !

@exaltedsunchild​ said :     🤢 (Figured this would work cause Baizhu is canon not in the best health and this suits that the best I think?)

    THERE IS A VICIOUS RINGING in his ears when the world roars back into clarity. A sound so sharp and violently loud that at first, he is deafened to the voice perched above him.      “ Zh... ”     He blinks a glazed gaze back into focus, finding his surroundings lie tossed on their side. This is... the floor of his pharmacy? When did he get...?     “ Doc... Bai...”     He senses a hand on his back then, rubbing and pushing at his collapsed form to coax it back into consciousness. Sweat, cold and ill, coats his body, sticking his clothes and hair uncomfortably to his skin. He feels, nauseous — is the immediate thought he has whilst his stomach turns tumultuously from the tailspin his head is in. And weakened, like his limbs might betray him should he attempt to lift himself from his heap on the ground too soon.      “ Doctor Baizhu. ”  His eyes search up, squinting through the light overhead to fix on the figure above him. A customer? He's seen this face before, a few times in fact, though he cannot put a name to it at the moment.      “ Oh... ”  A groan voices from him as he brings his upper half to the elbows, features in an agonized twist. He aches all over; he must have passed out, but how long ago he has no idea.      “ I apologize, I... ” Regret showing such a sorry state to you, a patron, Baizhu's mind supplies him with. But he doesn't voice it, only coughs and heaves into his hand and grimaces when his palm reels back wet with phlegm and blood. Changsheng is missing from his shoulders, coiled quietly over the rug space to his left. Hopefully she wasn't hurt when he lost consciousness and fell.     Breath slows, and he keeps his vision downcast due to a growing sense of shame. This accursed vulnerability of his... He will never be at peace with it.     Yet he knows he cannot help himself. Reluctantly, between a hanging of his head, he swallows what little is left of his pride and asks for aid.

While Oichi had her own exploration at Cotes as there is almost nothing resembling in her world, or Motonari’s. She wasn’t expecting to see him somewhere around the corner of Cotes’ main streets.

                    ❛❛ To think that the famed Motonari Mouri should appear before me ——– today must be my lucky day. ❜❜ Kiyomasa had been keeping tabs on the most distinguished warlords in the Land of the Rising Sun. He might’ve been a nobody now, but one day he’d start crossing paths with them regularly. Whether as an enemy or an ally, he figured he needed to be prepared. The other two geniuses in the land in particular had caught his eye. Kiyomasa had met Hanbei Takenaka not too long ago, and now Motonari Mouri was here in Spirale.

                    ❛❛ I’m Kiyomasa Kato, a warrior-for-hire. I’m a member of the Kato clan —– although I’m guessing you haven’t heard of them, have you ? ❜❜ Who was he kidding ——– no one had heard of the Kato clan ! They wouldn’t have even crossed Mouri’s radar, most likely. Kiyomasa’s father, who would’ve been the leader of the family, had been dead for over a decade. Not only that, but even before his death, he hadn’t served a lord in years.

Mouri just "Katsuie you're damn near the most pathetic man I've ever met."

Catch Mouri rolling his eyes like "Dear god what a simp"