011 ♫ (video)
[Motochika sits in his living room, his shamisen resting on his lap, idle. His expression is placid; when he speaks his tone is thoughtful.]
Vatheon's streets are bustling again. Like their older counterparts, these newly-arrived locals have no voice. [Metaphorically, of course.]
Casting that matter aside:
[A beat -- and then Motochika smirks, growing livelier.]
Today is a special occasion. Those who know Mitsuhide should ask him why.
[With that said, he ends the feed to call one number in particular.]
[Private to Mitsuhide]
Mitsuhide. Come to the living room.
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Vatheon's streets are bustling again. Like their older counterparts, these newly-arrived locals have no voice. [Metaphorically, of course.]
Casting that matter aside:
[A beat -- and then Motochika smirks, growing livelier.]
Today is a special occasion. Those who know Mitsuhide should ask him why.
[With that said, he ends the feed to call one number in particular.]
[Private to Mitsuhide]
Mitsuhide. Come to the living room.
[/ message]