3rd Mikan [Voice / Possible Action]

[mikandelinquent]

So, the moon is closing in... and it doesn't show any signs of stopping. Is that right?

[Her voice is particularly level. In fact, casual, save for that edge of defiance in it, and crosses her arms with a pause. She's looking up, right up at the thing.]

What an ugly mug. The malnosso plan on letting us die? I doubt they're that stupid. We're too valuable to them, for them to let us all get crushed into death penalities. After all, they have wars they want us to fight. Missions, assignments, or whatever the hell they want to call them.

... That said... If you guys manage, get away from the village. Especially the kids. There are young people here who are worth getting out of harm's way if it's possible... I suggest getting them masks that stop their panic. There are a shitload of 'em around to grab, so if you find one fitting, at least do that much. If you're afraid, get one for yourself. And keep surviving, if you can. Flee out of this place, if it's possible.

[Another pause, as smoke billows from her cigarette and mouth. She's resting on the edge of the fountain, seemingly relaxed.]

Me? I'll... be staying right here... Call it a foolish trait. But it's not something I'm letting get taken from me, not any time soon.

[flicks her cigarette, eyes locked on the sky.]

I'm not afraid.

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[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[It is neither a tone nor a look he is unfamiliar with. Unfazed, he answers with the same carefully-controlled calm:] I understand that others have mounted strong attacks against it, and have been unsuccessful. But, Zantetsuken is no ordinary sword. [His grip unconsciously tightens around it.] So long as there is breath in my body, I cannot stand idly.

[mikandelinquent]

I see. So your sword is capable of cutting through things like the moon? [It's her best guess. Though, hey, maybe it shoots laser beams. She wouldn't know.]

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

It is capable of many things. [A roundabout way of saying he believes in its awesome might. If he were to fail, he would soonest place blame on himself alone.]

[mikandelinquent]

Mystical sort of weapon, is it?

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

You could say that. It is a blade that has been passed down twelve generations before me, and is unrivaled by any other. [No divulging in the formula here, however; he knows when to keep his lips tightly pursed.]

[mikandelinquent]

[She whistles, impressed.]

And your job back home was professional swordsman, then?

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

I do stints as a bodyguard on occasion. In general, what work I engage in varies according to where I happen to be, what is available, and whether or not it is an endeavour that is worth my time. [Looking at you, Lupin.]

[mikandelinquent]

Aah. Does that mean you're also a wandering sort?

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[A gentle incline of his head.] I come and go as the wind will.

[mikandelinquent]

Mmm, that's the way to do it. Nothing wrong with a little adventure on the job, right?

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[At this, he snorts lightly, that quiet, lopsided smile tugging at his lips broadening just enough to almost seem a little roguish.]

[mikandelinquent]

[She grins, looking up. And it's quiet for a little while.]


Though here... maybe it's a little too much adventure, for being stuck in one spot.

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[His expression sobers as he studies hers, absorbing her words.] I must be leaving soon.

[He lets that hang in the air for a long moment; then:]

Take care. [But no, he will not be turning his heel quite yet.]

[mikandelinquent]

[She smiles, standing up and putting her hand out.]

... Whatever happens, it's good meeting you here, Goemon.

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[A handshake-to-be is not a gesture he has encountered frequently in his dealings with others both here and back home. But, it is with a sense of politeness as well as one of camaraderie that he takes her hand after a moment, giving it a single small albeit firm shake before releasing.]

The sentiment is mutual, Bellemere.

[Though superfluous, the words are sincere, seeming to him to hang in the air long after they have been said.

His arm slides back to his side - and he then holds her gaze just a moment too long before shutting his eyes and turning away, unsmiling and unceremoniously as one would expect of a warrior. Making his way towards the Eastern woods to meet his destiny, he does not glance back.]