practicality

Did anyone see Sniper-san around last night? He was supposed to meet me for something, but he never showed up.

[OOC: They had planned to release lanterns together, but clone!Sniper obvs did not come in his real-self's place]

I would have thought the other bodies would take their problems with them, when we got switched back.

[...]

It seems like spring is here - I noticed some new plants putting out leaves this morning. Warm weather would be nice again, I think.

I'm starting to think I should keep extra clothes around in different sizes, just in case. This is getting annoying.

[Bit of a pause, then the following is added]

Rain-san, are you free?

[The writing is rushed, not nearly as neat as Daitou's usually is because he is busy freaking the hell out]

I can't find Tian-dono.

Does anyone else taste like things they're not supposed to? Like food?

[Accidental Radio Broadcast]

There's the sound of a door opening and closing, then footsteps on a bare wood floor. The footsteps pause]

Mou, Digit, stop that! Harold isn't a toy!

[yeah, that pout is practically audible. He stops, sighs for a moment, before continuing a little more seriously]

Well... I guess he is. But not your toy!

[There's a distinctly unamused 'mrowwww' at that]

Don't complain, I got some extra fish for you too.

[Pleased 'mrrrrrr' in response to that. The footsteps start up again, and the slight clatter of dishes as Dai gets a plate out to put Digit's piece of fish on.]

I've got everything set up for tomorrow night, I think. Even if Samehada-san kept grinning when I was moving furniture. I hope he likes it, though. Do you think he'll like it?

[Digit purrs at the attention Dai is giving him and Dai just laughs]

Of course you would, you'd gorge yourself silly.

Sky-san, did you make it through everything all right?

Samehada-san, [Pause. A few flecks of ink on the page as if the brush he's writing with was coincidently shaken] do you need any help repairing the dojo?

Daitou knelt in seiza on the floor of his small Section 1 apartment. The cat was locked outside, for now - not his usual habit, but he didn’t want to be interrupted in the middle of this. He took the little black silk pouch out from the front of his kimono - he’d been keeping it close over the last few days, until he had a nice long break to sit down with whatever Locke’s mysterious gift was. He pulled the drawstring open - ‘simply let it fall onto your hand’, he had said, but Daitu tipped the bag out into the floor instead. He wasn’t to keen on the idea of surprises. A single item dropped out of the bag, clattering onto the hard wood floor. It was a small, pale crystal, seemingly glowing with it’s own light. A metal ring surrounded it, like a setting on a gemstone. It looked like... a memory crystal, actually, from the descriptions he’d been given. Carefully, he reached out and brushed the ring with his finger tips - nothing but cold metal. He picked it up by ring, taking a closer look at it - but he couldn’t see anything that stood out to him. He reached up with his other hand to touch the crystal in the center of the ring with one finger.

( 'I am a demon's child' )
With that, Daitou was abruptly thrown back into his own body, able to feel again, able to turn his head to glance around the apartment. The ring was still gripped between his two fingers, but the shine had gone out of the crystal. Used up, he supposed. He rose, a little shakily - there had been a lot to process there - and tucked the crystal into his clothes chest, before unlocking the door and letting a less than happy Prestidigitation back inside. Codes, laws... ‘Shinsengumi’. He had killed someone, it seemed - though that only confirmed what he had suspected from his dream, from the tattoos he’d been given. ‘Murderer’. They had spoken the truth. He would have to think on all this for a while.

From Shinsengumi Imon Peacemaker, Vol 2 pgs 25-29

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Did anyone else wake up looking [pause as he tries to find an appropriate word to describe his predicament without being too blatant] different today?

[OOC: Clearly the best way to make gay prettyboy samurai ungay is to turn them into girls, in true DiC fashion. Not that anyone will notice.]