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hotsteamynights2018-12-19 08:03 pm
vengaboy) wrote in hotsteamynights2018-12-19 08:03 pm
YEAR OF THE TIGERDRAGON
No matter what language you speak, no matter what country or universe you reside in, a mysterious letter has found its way to you. Those who can read it will recognize it as an ornately scripted Japanese new year's invitation; those who don't might not even know these elaborate squiggles mean anything at all. Either way, when you look up from the neatly folded paper, you're probably nowhere near home anymore.
Where is this?! When is this?! Welcome to Japan as it waskinda, sorta, just shy of the year 1600, esteemed guests! If it somehow feels like it isn't even the right month anymore, that's because local time and date is still on the lunar system. It's fine. New Year's parties are New Year's parties.
And those parties mean alcohol! Music! Dancing! Feasting! Don't be shy! There are a number of attendants in colourful livery nearby, eagerly expecting an influx of new guests. They're all friendly enough, but they don't seem to bear the crest of any particular clan and sharp-eyed visitors may catch the briefest glimpse of a striped fluffy tail or a foxy grin... or is it a trick of the light? If you want nothing to do with any of this, they might pout a little but will send you home without any problem. But if you choose to follow them beyond the gates, get ready for one hell of a night. The only kind of explanation you get for what's going on is that the Takeda and Date clans have set aside their rivalries for a night of PEACE AND PARTY and everyone's invited. What does that mean? Go find out for yourself.
Of course folks from all over have been invited to this thing, but outnumbering the other guests by far are a bunch of rowdy samurai types, some in their armour, many in more formal robes, several proudly bearing banners of red or blue. Nobody appears to have any weapons on them, but if any guest takes that as an opportunity to start some shit they're going to be swarmed in like two seconds, so... maybe don't do that. However! There is plenty of space outside to spar in, if that's your thing! Or you can stay inside and drink, eat, enjoy the music, exchange raunchy stories, be an awkward wallflower, drink some more, witness some weird and kind of horrific family bonding, watch the unique display of gun- and canonfire alongside the fireworks, explore the scenic countryside outside of the compound, listen to some smug asshole in an eyepatch and some kid in red scream really loud at eachother, get playfully bullied into taking part in a ceremony you know nothing about, drain a bottle or two, flirt with famous historical figures, or... whatever you want!
All fandoms, all mediums, AUs, doubles, OCs, etc are all fair play here! Invite your friends! Invite your dog! Go nuts! Just slap a warning up if any threads take a particularly violent or sexy turn. Or both. I ain't judging.
LET'S PARTY!
Where is this?! When is this?! Welcome to Japan as it was
And those parties mean alcohol! Music! Dancing! Feasting! Don't be shy! There are a number of attendants in colourful livery nearby, eagerly expecting an influx of new guests. They're all friendly enough, but they don't seem to bear the crest of any particular clan and sharp-eyed visitors may catch the briefest glimpse of a striped fluffy tail or a foxy grin... or is it a trick of the light? If you want nothing to do with any of this, they might pout a little but will send you home without any problem. But if you choose to follow them beyond the gates, get ready for one hell of a night. The only kind of explanation you get for what's going on is that the Takeda and Date clans have set aside their rivalries for a night of PEACE AND PARTY and everyone's invited. What does that mean? Go find out for yourself.
Of course folks from all over have been invited to this thing, but outnumbering the other guests by far are a bunch of rowdy samurai types, some in their armour, many in more formal robes, several proudly bearing banners of red or blue. Nobody appears to have any weapons on them, but if any guest takes that as an opportunity to start some shit they're going to be swarmed in like two seconds, so... maybe don't do that. However! There is plenty of space outside to spar in, if that's your thing! Or you can stay inside and drink, eat, enjoy the music, exchange raunchy stories, be an awkward wallflower, drink some more, witness some weird and kind of horrific family bonding, watch the unique display of gun- and canonfire alongside the fireworks, explore the scenic countryside outside of the compound, listen to some smug asshole in an eyepatch and some kid in red scream really loud at eachother, get playfully bullied into taking part in a ceremony you know nothing about, drain a bottle or two, flirt with famous historical figures, or... whatever you want!
All fandoms, all mediums, AUs, doubles, OCs, etc are all fair play here! Invite your friends! Invite your dog! Go nuts! Just slap a warning up if any threads take a particularly violent or sexy turn. Or both. I ain't judging.
LET'S PARTY!
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[ a ] But at some point, he does retract away from his dadlord and walks around and about the compound. Doing his part in greeting people, maintaining diplomatic airs (whatever that means) and being painfully polite as he can be to all the guests until he works himself up an appetite and just... engorges his plate with numerous sweets. It's almost embarrassing to see how much is toppled on his plate and how much of it held solid actual food as opposed to sweets and various confectioneries on the other side. But was this not a party? Is he expected not to live it up? He thought so. So, just for that, he'll use and say anything to justify his excuses if and when asked. Also, don't look at him like that. You're standing at the assortment line too after all.
[ b ] It's inevitable but property damage? It's a massive thing here in Sengoku Jidai, especially in the Takeda household since that's where most of
Sasuke's raisesthe budget goes and it's considered a common everyday routine. The staff at Kai don't even bat an eye towards Shingen's unorthodox methods of instilling his wisdom into his hard-headed general's head anymore. However, outside Kai borders, the reactions have always varied far and wide and it's proven no exception here when he's engaged in a screaming match with his Lordship and is sent out careening headfirst from the audience chamber out to wherever your unsuspecting character is standing as a result. Soon enough, you'll learn this golden rule about Sengoku Jidai. It runs on two speeds: fast and dramatic.[ c ] If it wasn't news to anyone before, let it be told now: this Yukimura was not a fan of the cold weather. Period. Such becomes as apparent when he's seen huddling dangerously close to the bonfire constructed outside, for the sake of getting a good view of the fireworks display going on around and above the castle grounds. While anyone with some damn sense might have been able to find a way to do so inside, he stubbornly refuses himself the comfort and is looking something almost as pitiful like a kicked puppy but!!! Fireworks!!! How could one resist such a sight, especially when the Date Clan brought their best pyrotechnicians from Ōshu? ]
a Grand Theft Dango!
But... little Sasuke doesn't realize that he's also stealing the treats from his master... just a few years older and a name change. ]
lmao i see what u did there
E-EXCUSE ME!! I DO NOT THINK THAT ENTIRE PLATE BELONGS TO YOU!!
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POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK, YUKI.]888= \(` ~ ` \ ) === stealing all the dango
That's exactly why I'm taking it to its owner!
[ Or to who he thinks should be the owner of the entire plate. (Also, there may be another Sasuke glancing over and trying to decide if he wants to laugh or facepalm at what he's seeing.) ]
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡 ┻━━━┻ /(.□ . \) ← bitty!sasuke
momretainer over a plate of botchan dango. Failing to see any logic in this as he normally goes by life and is somehow unpunished by it.Seriously, what's up with that?As a matter of fact, it doesn't even register to him he's chasing a younger rendition of Sasuke just yet. Just someone who is as young (perhaps younger than he) and mischievous as that Musashi kid by the looks of it! Feeling old yet, Senbasa!Sasuke? ]
False!! I highly doubt such a plate belongs to anyone!!!
[ 'cept his stomach, ofc ]
( ಠ_ಠ) ┻━━━┻ ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡
If Benmaru-sama gets lots of dango and sweets, everything will be okay, and maybe this won't get back to the one holding his contract. And maybe Benmaru-sama will stop crying! ]
It will be once I give it to the young master. This is for a good cause, you know!
[ (Older Sasuke is opting to facepalm. He's not old enough to feel as old as he does. Can't he wait until he's Kojuro's age at least?) ]
୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ >))))))))) ┻━━━┻ ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡
Sure, the giant red bow might be the only thing that sets him apart from most others, but this wasn't just any kind of normal banquet filled with usual guests, after all. As much Yukimura would have liked to lend the young boy some semblance of compassion and come to some sort of compromise... he refused to do so with an empty stomach. Especially when there was his favorite kind of dango in jeopardy. ]
Then perhaps your young master should have been the one to accompany you!
[ Just a little closer... ]
୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ >))))))))) ┻━━━┻ ｡ﾟ･; ﾟДﾟ)･ﾟ｡
I have to find him again first!
[ When Yukimura catches the little ninja, he will have the grumpiest face on. He's not giving these up! And then he just looks really confused when he sees his captor. ]
... Master Benmaru?
a because of course they're not only going to have one run-in
Heeey, cool it on the snacks, Sanada. Once you get a load of the zundamochi you're not going to want to bother with the rest anyway.
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Ah, on that I have no doubts! However, I feel it would be impolite to the cooks if I only partook in one certain snack only!
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[Spoken lightly enough that he really isn't invested enough to argue about it. Maybe he does care about Yukimura's thoughts on his creation but the other stuff is probably edible too.
In fact, he's going to sample one of the dango sticks right off Yukimura's plate. DON'T MIND IF HE DOES. YOINK.]
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[ Just like the man before him, Yukimura is also quick to drop the subject. They had already decked out most of their aggression earlier that day and there was still more than enough time
and stupid incentivesto instigate more fights between the two as the party raged on. But swiping right from his plate? That's cutting it pretty close to breaking his resolve... ]If you do not mind my asking, is there any reason in particular you wish for me to try the zundamochi?
[ Because he HAS to know he was going to ask him... ]
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But only almost as delicious as zunda. Not backing down on that one.]
Because you won't find anything like it anywhere else. It's a very special collaboration between the greatest farmhand and one of the greatest cooks in Oshuu.
[He-! He just wants to show it off, is all! He doesn't want approval or anything, b-baka!!]
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However, since Yukimura is so trusting and has a bit of a secret-not-so-secret burgeoning admiring crush on this rival of his... he caves. Because of course, he does. How could he not? One day it'll prove to be the very death of him but right now, he takes his word for it and samples the treat with an almost lost expression. He didn't want to mislead Masamune off initial observations, but at the same time, he's a bit of little devil when he wants to be. ]
This is...
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THAT'S RIGHT. GUESS WHO'S LEAVING WHO IN SUSPENSE.]no subject
TOO MUCH SUSPENSE FOR MASAMUNE TO HANDLE, IS WHAT. If he calls it anything less than perfect at this point he might not be even to handle it. Fuck. Why should he care so much when it's not even a thing he came up with exclusively for Yukimura's sake?! Masamune loves it, his men like it, and that's all that matters, so-
So he's going to change the subject and show that's how indifferent he is! He makes a loose gesture with the dango stick to the crowds, his thoughts easily drifting down the same current as Yukimura's.]
It's pretty nice, isn't it? [The zunda. This party. Standing here together without fighting for once.] This sharing of food and drink and stories. Everyone here sharing a celebration and looking forward to the same thing.
[Those taking so much joy in each other's company for the night, no matter how they choose to do it, are just as likely to be the ones at each other's throats within the next week. That's how it's been before anybody here was even born. And so many will die without seeing the end of it.
Masamune's gaze grows distant, but he maintains a small smile.]
This time next year, the first dawn will rise over a single nation, free to laugh together like this without needing an excuse... I think I'll have even more fun showing that off to you.
[Since he's going to be doing the unifying and all, obviously.]
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HOW DARE YOU SUCK UP THE FUN OUT OF THIS AND TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME
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However, in spite of this turn of events, Yukimura isn't the first nor last to notice the communicable sense of camaraderie going on the site grounds. It's certainly something to marvel at. Especially for someone like them who spent either most of their time in the fields fighting or submerged in some political power play plot. It's Keiji's dream come to light, and even though it was short-term, to see it finally in motion kindled something inside him and seared inside his stomach in a oddly soothing way. ]
It is. I never thought I would see this day become possible.
[ Which is – for the most part, true and saying a lot. For many different reasons. One of them pertaining to his role as general and accepting the likelihood of dying mid-combat one day. His fate left unknown when the his life thread would be snipped, or whether he'd live long enough to see this country reach that stretch where a new era didn't divide regions with war-stricken tragedies or poverty. While a small part of him admits to another holding his breath when Oyakata-sama mentioned inviting the young upstart from Oshu and was approaching talks of temporary alliances, he had expected Masamune to flat out refuse out of
dumb dragonpride alone.But lo and behold, here he is and it seemed as if the party flourished even more so by his presence being here. His natural charisma is instantly put to work and it's one of the few attributes Yukimura silently wishes he could one day embodied for himself, but that's just wishful thinking. Despite his hurdles, he still had to acknowledge he had a long way to go before he truly felt at peace to call himself Masamune's rival. At least outwardly because he all but felt it on the inside. ]
As it were, had it not been for overseeing our earlier obstacles and exceeding past them, I would have contended this point with you with no resolution. [ His attention seems more heavily fixated on the crowds conversing beyond them. ] But now that I have been able to witness you grow more confident and steadfast from our first encounter, I would be thrilled to see that day come if this is what you promise.
[ Shortly after, he gestures towards the crowds with his chin before taking another bite out his zundamochi. While he's not entirely sold on seeing this chaotic dragon as the face of their country, for this though... he can happily manage into playing with semi-rhetoric. ]
And I would become even more thrilled to face you for one last time, before retiring my spears once and for all.
[ Yes, he thinks, this would be a suitable way to conclude things once and for all in this scenario. ]
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Well, Sasuke doesn't exactly pull his camo poncho over Yukimura's head while he's wearing it (Sasuke's wearing a kimono right now), but he does drop it over his head. Then he takes a seat behind Yukimura, leans against his back, and offers some additional body heat. Sasuke doesn't like the cold either. He's too used to things catching aflame by two fiery tigers.
But he also knows how stubborn Yukimura is going to be about watching these fireworks, and he doesn't feel like trying convince him to go inside. ]
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Not to mention, he also saw a more delinquent version of Kojuro in the crowd, as well as the variety of different Masamunes' that seemed to unearth from whatever dimension they came from. Be it as it were, there was only one of them who could cause a great stir inside his chest and – argh, this was upsetting! But instead of making a little stir, he let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding in for so long before he felt the familiar weight of another on his back. If it wasn't for the measured mass seared into his mind, the bushels of thick hair was a dead giveaway to the freeloader laying against his back.
He waits in silence for the next few minutes, expecting Sasuke to make a small quip or suggestion to lumber his rear inside, but it never comes. And Yukimura was okay with this for the next 20-30 minutes. Amongst all the chaos that still continued to carry over and reign into the evening, Yukimura was content with this comfortable silence until he felt like he came at a standstill and reclined his head back against Sasuke's. Now when it seemed the viewing would come to a final end, he was ready to commentate now. Or at least, start to if Sasuke wanted to entertain him. ]
The skies are beautiful this evening.
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The kid also tried to attack Nobunaga "The Devil King" Oda with only a dango stick. You can't help but be impressed by that bravery. It was a fight he wouldn't have won, but still. His dedication showed.
That other Sasuke, however.... He had major issues with, and that boy should pray they are never left alone in each other's company.
The company he has right now is much nicer. Anyone who didn't truly know Sasuke might have thought he dozed off against his master's back. He's comfortable in this silence in this position, but there's only so long that the Takeda compound can remain quiet and still. Sasuke replies softly, almost sleepily. ]
Hmmm... I suppose they are. I hadn't noticed.
[ Sometimes, admiring the scenery escapes him. He thinks of viewpoints and ambush locations rather than the beauty of his surroundings. ]
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Oh, but Sasuke you're missing out on the best part of the evening!
[ One of them, anyway. If that wasn't enough incentive to get Sasuke to look things his way, this certainly would grab his attention. In no less than a few seconds, Yukimura would cant his head slightly to the side and pull Sasuke's head down to recline on his shoulder; grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing his
poordear friend to look up at the saturated night sky. He was going to make him see the beauty of it all, damn it!Whether it came down to Sasuke struggling or giving in, Yukimura was relentlessly stubborn and wanted at least share another memory with him that wasn't shrouded with subterfuge or steel clashing against another. Even though, asking Suffersuke might have yielded him easier, less painful results. ]
Come, look at them with me. It is not like the sight is going to kill you.
[ A part of him had hoped that younger boy that looked so much like himself, was able to witness this sight in its entirety as well. Wherever he was. Meanwhile, a recently awakened Benmaru would finally be reunited with his Sasuke and found talking his ear off about his entire day accompanied with hand-drawn pictures. ]
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His thoughts are interrupted as pain flares on his scalp. That was completely uncalled for! ]
Ow! You could have asked!
[ But despite the grimace, Sasuke looks up. He sees the dark expanse stretch out above them. He feels small. It'd be easy for him to be swallowed up into that darkness. He notices the different shades blurring together in cosmic swirls, so Sasuke opts to focus on the pinpoints of light. The stars are bright, and they number the millions. (No light pollution from cities is a wonderful thing.) ]
I feel like I need this also A
He comes around the table investigating the selection of food only to nearly run chest-first into...someone? What is this what the red armor the six coins he knows those, but something in the face...]
Ah. Yukimura?