[OPEN] You're not really sure what you're doing this for...

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WHO: Sinistra & Anyone
WHAT: Mulling about, quests, Soap Search 2018
WHERE: Bluo and elsewhere
WHEN: All of October
WARNINGS: None yet



ONE.

[ The stressful ebb and flow of this village upheaved any chance of Sinistra having a normal sleeping pattern. That might be why he's sleeping beneath a few books in the library, strewn like a fallen bird in a chair. His sleep even looks clumsy, head drooped to one side so he's leaning partly off the chair and arms laying limp and open. He's snoring ever so softly. He's never been able to breathe well in his sleep.

He has a few fairy tale books open in his small lap. None of these books were factual or direct, but if he'd learned anything during his religious upbringing, it was that truth could be found between the words of fables. He's got a mission, now, to succeed in the seemingly impossible task his brother has given him. He is rife with the fear of dying again or being left all alone.

Luckily, despite all of this, he is still a light sleeper. It'll take little for an interested party to stir him back to the waking world. ]

TWO.

[ Like a hoverhand on prom night, Sinistra is lingering an odd distance from the Bluo group home his brother is currently living in. He's still afraid to go in, though the residents have started to approach him on occasion. He can't blame them for their hesitance. He can't seem to bring himself to enter it or even get close to the door.

Instead, he's sitting on the ground, digging a small hole with a stick. He's not sure what to do with himself while he waits for his brother on the occasion where he feels brave enough to stop by to see him during the day. Being with his brother is still awkward as it is. Waiting near the house where he betrayed him so terribly is... far, far worse.

He'd rather sit quietly. He'd rather be left alone. If someone comes to bother him, he'll look up, meet their gaze with deadly seriousness and ask: ]

Do you know where I can find soap?

WILDCARD.

[ Lemme know if you want a special starter. I'll be adding threads below as the month goes on. For plotting, you can dm or add me on plurk @ nautical ]

Comments

[bisection]

I would think not, no. But it is better to see if anything good comes of it. My body will create more in time.

[ Unless giving it up will provoke some kind of curse that keeps his body from replacing it. Oh well. ]

Someone gave them to you? May I ask how?

[osteotome]

[ Not today, curses that may plague Sinistra. Let him do this thing even if it's a bit much and makes skeletons look freaky afterward. ]

My master is a sage who can turn swords into warriors, so long as they've lived long enough to gain a conscience. I originally was a wakizashi passed down by several families.

[ He motions to that same blade at his side. ]

It's like being a spirit in a way--whatever blood you felt wasn't yours. I don't have very many memories of that time however... I was burned by flames back then.

[bisection]

[ Oh, right, this one is like Mutsu. With his own nonsensical existence on the table, he can't question theirs. ]

You were burned? While you had a body?

[ Many things had been burned when his world had been havocked by the Great Blaze. It seemed like a terrible way to go. ]

[osteotome]

[ Burning to death as a living person would definitely be awful. But in either case it's horrifying and traumatic. Also, thank you for not questioning it, Sinistra. ]

It was when I was only a sword, so I couldn't escape those flames that engulfed the city. I'm... Fine now.

[ He takes his sword and draws it partway, staring at the engraving. Being stuck in a storehouse as a treasure than actually being with a person to use you really bites. He looks back up at Sinistra. ]

Sinistra-san, why do you did not have those things for yourself? Your heart and blood. Are you not human?

[bisection]

So it was then... that still seems frightening. Not being able to move... having to just accept the situation.

[ sinistra can relate just a little. He doesn't look at the half drawn sword. It seems invasive. ].

My brother and I were born as one. Our bodies attached at the hip, like two people in one body. We shared a heart. That heart was in his half of our body, and so, everything about us was sent from his body to mine.

There are people that likely thought I was not a person ... but I believe I was.

[osteotome]

It was, from what I remember. Lonely, too.

[ While it sounds horrifying, almost grotesque... he doesn't doubt Sinistra's belief, so there isn't much to ask about, even with morbid curiosity.

As for his sword, he sets it back, but looks a bit more content to look back up at the other's face. ]

You are definitely a person. Your brother, too. Thank you for telling me... and take care of your hand.

[bisection]

Lonely... that I understand, too.

[ Dying alone had been the loneliest thing he had experienced. It was even lonelier than his years in the Tower. ]

Th-- you... are welcome? And I will.