Feliks Łukasiewicz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
niepokonany) wrote2013-12-04 11:19 pm
niepokonany) wrote2013-12-04 11:19 pm
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Second Uprising [Video | Action]
[VIDEO]
[So someone, thanks to a combination of social anxiety, a comfortable place to stay with a person he feels safe with, and vague distrust of the journals, hasn't been very social recently.]
[But as much as he enjoys Chopin's company, and has perhaps even grown a little warmer towards Chopin's housemates if he's been persuaded to spend time with them, Poland has started to realize he might be here for a while, and, well... He's getting a little bored not talking to anyone. Time to give the journal a try!]
Hey! Um, a lot of you don't know me, and that's pretty sad, so I'm doing you a major solid and introducing myself! I'm like, Poland. It's good to meet you or whatever!
So, Advent started a couple days ago, and it's totally almost St. Nicholas's Day? I'm gonna make, like, a ton of pierniki, and I'm feeling super nice, so, you know, if anybody wants in, tell me.
Me and Fryderyk were talking about having a legit Christmas dinner and stuff, too, so I guess you could also let me know if you wanna come to that!
[He pauses, briefly awkward and uncomfortable as he fishes for something to say. After a moment, though, he brightens.]
Oh--so like, do you know any rad stories from your place or some junk? I totally wanna hear them!
[ACTION - OPEN, in town, around the shops]
[Alternatively, you could run into him in town! Chopin's, like, 40, which he is pretty sure is like, ancient in human years (Feliks may have a somewhat loose grasp on how being human works at times), so he's out shopping for groceries on his own. And when that's done, he'll be making a stop at the clothes store to see if they have anything good.]
[He might even work up the courage to look at some of the dresses, if he thinks no one is around. If they do catch him, he can just say they're for a friend, right?]
[ACTION - CLOSED - Chopin's room]
[And later still, he's back in Chopin's room, where he's been crashing since he showed up here. Chopin is off with his compositions, as far as he's aware, and he's taking advantage of the moment of privacy to admire his new find in the mirror.]
[His dress-up hobby has been stubbornly ignored for the last couple of months--it's a small village, AND he's sharing someone's room, there's just too much chance of getting caught. But again... He's bored. And the dress he found is just too cute, ok?]
[By modern standards, it's actually quite modest, floor-length with a loose skirt. The short sleeves, tight bodice, and hint of pale underskirt are wonderfully risqué for a 19th century boy, though, especially a good Catholic one! He admires himself, turning this way and that, tying his hair up in different ways. It's a relief, just for a little bit, to be able to express himself freely and relax.]
[So someone, thanks to a combination of social anxiety, a comfortable place to stay with a person he feels safe with, and vague distrust of the journals, hasn't been very social recently.]
[But as much as he enjoys Chopin's company, and has perhaps even grown a little warmer towards Chopin's housemates if he's been persuaded to spend time with them, Poland has started to realize he might be here for a while, and, well... He's getting a little bored not talking to anyone. Time to give the journal a try!]
Hey! Um, a lot of you don't know me, and that's pretty sad, so I'm doing you a major solid and introducing myself! I'm like, Poland. It's good to meet you or whatever!
So, Advent started a couple days ago, and it's totally almost St. Nicholas's Day? I'm gonna make, like, a ton of pierniki, and I'm feeling super nice, so, you know, if anybody wants in, tell me.
Me and Fryderyk were talking about having a legit Christmas dinner and stuff, too, so I guess you could also let me know if you wanna come to that!
[He pauses, briefly awkward and uncomfortable as he fishes for something to say. After a moment, though, he brightens.]
Oh--so like, do you know any rad stories from your place or some junk? I totally wanna hear them!
[ACTION - OPEN, in town, around the shops]
[Alternatively, you could run into him in town! Chopin's, like, 40, which he is pretty sure is like, ancient in human years (Feliks may have a somewhat loose grasp on how being human works at times), so he's out shopping for groceries on his own. And when that's done, he'll be making a stop at the clothes store to see if they have anything good.]
[He might even work up the courage to look at some of the dresses, if he thinks no one is around. If they do catch him, he can just say they're for a friend, right?]
[ACTION - CLOSED - Chopin's room]
[And later still, he's back in Chopin's room, where he's been crashing since he showed up here. Chopin is off with his compositions, as far as he's aware, and he's taking advantage of the moment of privacy to admire his new find in the mirror.]
[His dress-up hobby has been stubbornly ignored for the last couple of months--it's a small village, AND he's sharing someone's room, there's just too much chance of getting caught. But again... He's bored. And the dress he found is just too cute, ok?]
[By modern standards, it's actually quite modest, floor-length with a loose skirt. The short sleeves, tight bodice, and hint of pale underskirt are wonderfully risqué for a 19th century boy, though, especially a good Catholic one! He admires himself, turning this way and that, tying his hair up in different ways. It's a relief, just for a little bit, to be able to express himself freely and relax.]
[Video]
And did he just, like, find it lying around or what?
[Video]
As for the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi? He found that inside the monster. Understand better?
[She waits, of course.]
[Video]
Yeah, I'm good, you can keep going!
[Video]
[She thinks for a moment where next to take the story...]
Well, okay. The sword was passed down from father to son for many generations, easily five hundred years, and it was always as sharp as the day it was found. A real treasure, the enchantment on it allowed the person who held it to move the wind as they desired. So, imagine how useful that would be.
A few centuries later, there was a descendant of the original lord who found himself in a war. A rival clan decided that they wanted to take his territory and a brutal conflict begin. It lasted many years, and eventually the descendant, a man named Ryuto, was caught in a bad situation. The enemy had him surrounded and alone, cut off from his men in a field of tall grass.
Now, he was such a skilled fighter that none of them could match him in a fight, so they decided to take the cowards way to victory. They set the field on fire, hoping to burn him out. Which was exactly what Ryuto wanted. He knew about the magic in the sword, and so when the fire started to get close, he began to swing his sword in circles, stirring up a great tornado. It shredded the grass, and sent the fire higher and higher into the air, before carrying it back at the enemy lord and his men.
They were so surprised that they were caught in the inferno, and just like that? The war was over.