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recolle2017-02-14 02:47 pm
samuraisoul) wrote in recolle2017-02-14 02:47 pm
We were standing on the shore
WHO: Mitsuhide Akechi (Jūbei Nankōbō) and Motochika Chōsokabe (Hibiki Kagawa).
WHERE: Near Peach Beach.
WHEN: Today, daytime.
WHAT: Originally a not!date between two friends without partners, a recent revelation means Jūbei has something more serious and confusing to discuss. If it wasn't a dream, then what was it?
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, will add if necessary.
***
Today had originally been about creativity, a time to relax with a friend on a day that was dedicated to couples. Music and poetry! Collaborations of a kind between two creative people. Jūbei had really been looking forward to it, and spent the week peacefully doing his work while preparing for his time with Hibiki.
But then...
He'd called it a dream at first, albeit a very vivid one. Himself stood on a beach greeting a huge navy; the feeling of the wind against his face had felt very real, very strong, but hey, weren't dreams like that rarely? Then there was Hibiki, stood on the biggest boat, shamisen in hand. It hadn't been completely obvious but somehow Jūbei had known he was the commander. The image of that commander stood playing his instrument at the front of his ship, eyes closed and framed against a blue sky... Jūbei had been really happy to see him. Had run up right next to the water to call out to him. 'Lord Motochika.' A significant name to anyone who knew their Japanese history. It had helped in Jūbei's efforts to pass it all off as a dream. Maybe his mind had mixed up history and friendship, created some unusual mix of the two.
But he couldn't pass it off as a dream anymore. Not since reading the network and learning about the experiences of others in the city. It made him feel strange, uncertain, especially when one contemplated the other things happening to the populace recently.
Jūbei had to talk to Hibiki about it.
So he sat waiting in a little quiet cafe near the beach, sketchbook flat on the table and a pencil in hand. Jūbei had not drawn anything else yet; he kept glancing out of the window, waiting for his very vivid and individual friend to arrive. Jūbei himself would look very unassuming in comparison, hair bound up into a bun and wearing a simple long black coat. They were very different, weren't they? Sometime it was hard to understand just how they got along so well...
WHERE: Near Peach Beach.
WHEN: Today, daytime.
WHAT: Originally a not!date between two friends without partners, a recent revelation means Jūbei has something more serious and confusing to discuss. If it wasn't a dream, then what was it?
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, will add if necessary.
Today had originally been about creativity, a time to relax with a friend on a day that was dedicated to couples. Music and poetry! Collaborations of a kind between two creative people. Jūbei had really been looking forward to it, and spent the week peacefully doing his work while preparing for his time with Hibiki.
But then...
He'd called it a dream at first, albeit a very vivid one. Himself stood on a beach greeting a huge navy; the feeling of the wind against his face had felt very real, very strong, but hey, weren't dreams like that rarely? Then there was Hibiki, stood on the biggest boat, shamisen in hand. It hadn't been completely obvious but somehow Jūbei had known he was the commander. The image of that commander stood playing his instrument at the front of his ship, eyes closed and framed against a blue sky... Jūbei had been really happy to see him. Had run up right next to the water to call out to him. 'Lord Motochika.' A significant name to anyone who knew their Japanese history. It had helped in Jūbei's efforts to pass it all off as a dream. Maybe his mind had mixed up history and friendship, created some unusual mix of the two.
But he couldn't pass it off as a dream anymore. Not since reading the network and learning about the experiences of others in the city. It made him feel strange, uncertain, especially when one contemplated the other things happening to the populace recently.
Jūbei had to talk to Hibiki about it.
So he sat waiting in a little quiet cafe near the beach, sketchbook flat on the table and a pencil in hand. Jūbei had not drawn anything else yet; he kept glancing out of the window, waiting for his very vivid and individual friend to arrive. Jūbei himself would look very unassuming in comparison, hair bound up into a bun and wearing a simple long black coat. They were very different, weren't they? Sometime it was hard to understand just how they got along so well...