( video ) open to stars & moon

[cranelike]

un: Tsurumaru

( Arms crossed and hands tucked into his sleeve, Tsurumaru smiles casually as he speaks. )

I'm looking for someone with experience repairing swords. 

( Yes, it's important to get right to the point. No one has time for long winded introductions and explanations! But he supposes an explanation is still needed here so he sighs, running a hand through his hair, pushing back his bangs and scowling just a little, )

I visited a local smith and they were too rough. It felt more like a punishment than care… ( Really! It makes him shudder just thinking about it and he touches a thin scratch on his cheek, ) Eugh. My face still hurts…

( If the smith was going to handle his true form like that, they might as well have just slapped this human body across the face. )

It's a delicate blade and this is a… ( Hm, he doesn't want to have to explain everything right from the get go so he tries to find the right word, ) personal request.

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video; un: marianne

[cresture]

[Right, Tsurumaru always carries his sword with him... It would make sense that he would need a blacksmith. He might be non-human, but he has a human body now! He needs to use swords like a human! Right!

why is he hurt though....... Marianne has to ask that first, look, she's a healer!! it's her duty]

Did you get into an accident at the blacksmith?

[cranelike]

Going there in the first place was an accident.

(Yeah, he's salty. Zero out of ten stars, would no recommend to anyone ever.)

But if you mean this, (the scratch,) It's from earlier.

[cresture]

[somewhere the moon blacksmith is sneezing...]

Because of the monsters?

[tsurumaru you've been injured this entire time??? well, the fight has just recently stopped so Marianne shouldn't get on his case too much about it... OR SHOULD SHE!!!]

I can take care of that for you if you like. I can heal any other wounds you might have too.

username: archer.

[nockpoint]

[ (did you know i just guiltily looked at the MONTH OLD TDM TAG IN MY INBOX OOF oh well)

oh hey its the guy who wouldn't perish of boredom during that dream(?) thing(??) at the college(???). luckily he knows exactly the sword he's talking about, if not the nature of the damage he's talking about. ]

You'll be hard pressed to find a smith with the level of... finesse you're looking for here.

[ he's seen the swords they've got in kyst! he's seen the swords theyve got here in the court of stars. and to be quite fucking honest, they don't hold a candle to the sword he knows this guy's got. so. just his professional opinion, as a person who's a Fan of Swords, but. ur shit out of luck finding local help, my dude. too bad he can't help you........

unless? ]

Text | @coraline

[primordialerebus]

i'm gonna be honest dude it sounds like you're talking about something that isn't a sword but is commonly compared to one.

[cranelike]

(That moment when you're a sheltered 1000 year old sword grandpa and slow on the uptake)

Hm? Like a spear?

(That's what she means, right! He's very focused right now give him a sec to switch from literal sword talk to metaphorical poetry talk.)

[primordialerebus]

[ I'm so sorry she's like this. She honestly can't tell if he's serious or not and just. Stares at the screen for a hot second. ]

... Like a literal spear or... fleshy.

[ She's regretting this now. ]

[cranelike]

(YOU GOOD.

Also what kind of name is actually Archer. But he sighs! It's loud and dramatic and definitely a little annoyed but he keeps a vague smile on his face. He won't let this get him down! But it's definitely not a good situation to realize he might be in,)

I suppose even back home, it would be difficult to find someone.

(He really took having a master that could take care of his every need for granted, huh.)

I suppose I'll have to take care of myself.

[cranelike]

(He deserves this. It's karma for every pitfall he's ever dug back home. Every wasabi kitkat he'd tried to pass off as a matcha kitkat. BUT NOW WE'RE IN THIS HELL TOGETHER because when you're from a canon where weapons are also people,)

A spear, of course. Though, I suppose in this case, it could also be human.

(Since he's trying to get repairs so he can heal himself properly but??? Not many people here know what he is and he doesn't recognize this name so ???)

[cranelike]

(He can sneeze a hundred times for all Tsurumaru cares!)

There were quite a few of them.

(It definitely put some wear on his blade but ah... He really has to consider this. He doesn't think it will work but then again, the saniwa's magic was a very niche type. Would healing magic work? He isn't sure but...)

Well, it's worth a try.

(It can't hurt, at least.)

[primordialerebus]

[ She's... kinda sure he doesn't get the innuendo??? Kind of?????? ]

... I still can't fucking tell if you know what I'm talking about. What do you even like mean?

[cranelike]

(He doesn't get it right now! He has one thing on his mind and its swords and feeling good again!!!

Don't mind him dipping out for a second and coming back to hold up a white sword.)

A sword! Ka - ta - na!

(And lowering it,)

What else do you think I mean?

[nockpoint]

[ what kind of fuckin name is "tsurumaru?" oh yeah, it's what you are, ya numpty.

archer picks up on the particular idiosyncrasies in tsuru's speech, and the injury on top of the inquiry, and like. listen. listen. sometimes, you can do math, and the answer is actually kind of cool?

(oh, how to do this, without sounding too eager, but also not sounding too disinterested? oh, dilemma...) ]

What's the level of damage that needs repaired?

[ ... yeah, that sounds kind of innocuous, right? right?? hopefully. ]

[primordialerebus]

[ Heh heh feeling good again. ]

Uh... I guess a dick?

[ She's given up on being subtle. She's so tired. What is life? What is this place? ]

1/2

[cranelike]

[cranelike]

(JUST GONNA BUST OUT LAUGHING oh no, he's holding his belly and doubling over,)

Hahaha! Of course, of course! (He's still dying.) Ah, I understand!

Are you a poet?

[cranelike]

...

(There's a pause. Is Archer asking because he's implying...?)

Just a few scratches. (Very minor.) It's nothing a good polish won't take care of but I thought I would try to find someone now before something more serious happens.

(Like a chip or a crack.)

[primordialerebus]

[ What... poet? ]

No... why?

[cresture]

[She can't guess the reason behind his hesitation, but maybe it's because healing magic... isn't a thing in his world?? MAYBE!!!]

Are you at the Temple, Tsurumaru?

[where are u cranekin boy]

[cranelike]

I am.

(He was thinking about venturing out to see if other regions had better smiths but he wouldn't be heading out now.)

I'll come to you. (It's the least he can do if she's going to help him and he doesn't want to waste her time. ... He likes her enough to be considerate.) Where are you?

[cranelike]

I can't think of many people who would think that when talking about swords... do you think the same thing when people talk about flowers and fruit too?

(Or wet sleeves? H A H.

He's teasing!! But at least he's starting to calm down now.)

[cresture]

[tsurumaru... a true gentlesword.]

I'm just outside my room! Please feel free to come inside.

[HERE, she gives him directions to her room so he knows where to pester her in the future from now on. she'll leave the door open to him too, her room being... well, sparse and just like every other Moon Temple room to be honest. though there is a small collection of feathers and bird claws??? on the desk next to her bed. otherwise, she is Ready to receive her guest!!]

[primordialerebus]

... It rlly isn't that weird dude. And what? No? I guess unless you mean peaches and eggplants. Those have been kinda coopted too hmmmm... wait yeah maybe some flowers. God there's a lot of ways to talk about genitals.

[ Watch her spiral down a random topic in real time!! ]

[cranelike]

(He'll head over! And definitely remember where her room is for future reference. Please look forward to your door being tied shut to another door and so on in the future.

He'll knock and wait to be let in because he's a polite Heian era sword that isn't going to bust into a lady's room without permission. But once he's in side, he definitely eyes those feathers and claws. What is this? Some sort of power move to make him scared?

Of course, he has his sword with him. That's the most important part of this whole visit, not that Marianne knows.)

You never mentioned you were a healer.

[cranelike]

Then perhaps I'm just out of touch.

(He's an old man, after all.)

But in this case, I do, in fact, mean a real sword. (Holding up his sword again,) What a scandalous surprise that would be, though...