[the audio clicks on; a surprisingly gentle, feminine voice speaks]
...Gintoki, you wouldn't happen to have bandages at home, would you?
[light grumbling, the next comment is barely audible, however it's not completely indistinguishable]
--WHY MUST THEY BE SO LARGE?!
[ooc: No need for an icon change. >_>;; Large chest because something is
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...Who dares mock m--
[glances at Takako - double takes, and glances again]
A pot calling the kettle bla--[can't finish his comment due to his own laughter.]
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[Rustling as he looks down and confirms that he is indeed also a woman]
...Ah, so this is what they mean by curses.
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Correct, and quite...a trial by fire, Takasugi.
[ a hand still hovers near the hilt of his sword -- Zurako isn't taking any chances. ]
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I'd say this is quite inspiring. I was looking for good incentive to motivate me. What kind of existence is it to be dampened by constantly being subjected to the will of a foreign entity?
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[ Zurako's other hand reaches to pull the front folds of his kimono tighter. ]
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It seems futile, but there must be some other method...
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...I hear it, Takasugi. Even here in the City, I wonder constantly if these 'deities' can bleed, and if so, that it will be by my sword.
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