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Name: Kira
LJ: gardenfox
E-Mail: swordwithasmile AT gmail DOT com
IM: tsuzuki begs you [AIM]
Characters played at Discedo: Tsuzuki Asato | cinnagami
Character's Name: Hijikata Toshizo
Series: Shinsengumi Imon Peace Maker / Peace Maker Kurogane
Timeline: Immediately before the Ikedaya incident.
Canon Resource Link: Landel's Damned Wiki on Hijikata
What your character can offer: Hijikata is a skilled and ruthless strategist, an equally skilled and ruthless swordsman (who doesn't think it's a real fight unless you're kicking people in the balls and gouging out their eyes), a creative torturer, and a writer of mediocre haiku.
What items will they be bringing with them? Katana and wakizashi, the clothes on his back, a pipe and tobacco pouch, purse with assorted small change, and an ink brush and haiku journal.
Third-Person Sample:
Crying in the trees,
the summer sparrow mourning
the coming of snow
Hijikata stared at the last line, tapping the end of his brush against his chin. It didn't work. The coming of winter - no, that didn't fit. The summer bird is fighting/the sound of the wind... no.
"Hi-ji-ka-ta-san!"
Ink splattered across the page, and Hijikata slapped a hasty hand over the writing before glaring over his shoulder. Souji beamed at him from the doorway.
"Kondou-san wants to talk to you!" Sock-clad feet soundless on the tatami, he skipped inside and peered at the desk. Hijikata put his other hand over the paper too.
"Don't look at what isn't yours," he growled. "Go tell Kondou I'll be there in a minute."
"Did you know there's ink between your fingers?" Souji asked, smile unperturbed.
Hijikata looked down at his hands. Souji was right.
"Go," he ordered.
Laughing, the younger man fled.
Hijikata lifted one hand. Ink-splattered. The other. Ink-coated. His unsatisfactory haiku was smeared into oblivion. Not much of a loss, but his brows twisted into a thunderous frown anyway. Souji should know better than to burst in on a man in the throes of composition!
A small sound from outside caught his attention, and he rose to his feet, blotting the ink away on his kimono. It was black anyway. The stains would show less than they did on his palms.
"Souji?"
Silence from outside. Hijikata shook his head: it must not have been a cough, after all. Just someone shoving open a sliding door that stuck.
Moving automatically, he pulled out his pipe and clamped the stem between his teeth. So Kondou wanted to talk. Why? New information on their enemies? New recruits? It had better not be another teenager Souji wanted to adopt. One incompetent, insubordinate page was more than enough. Even if he showed potential. Hijikata wasn't a saint, and despite his friend's apparent wishes, he wasn't running an orphanage, either....
A recruit turned the corner in front of him, stared like a scared rabbit, squeaked, and jumped down off the walkway onto the wet dirt of the yard. In his bare feet. Hijikata leveled a stare at the unlucky young man.
"Shinsengumi are expected to be courageous."
"Y-yes, sir!" the man said, back snapping absolutely straight. "Sorry, sir! I was startled, sir!"
Stare became glare. "No excuses."
"Sir!"
"Go spend some extra time in the dojo. Maybe that will improve your nerve."
"Sir!"
"Wash your feet first."
The young man looked down, realizing for the first time that he was splattered with mud. His posture sagged.
Hijikata, restraining a sadistic snicker, continued on his way.
First-Person Sample:
[static, and the sound of occasional impacts on the mic of fingers or cloth]
...Use this. What kind of....
[clearing his throat] You! You who dragged me here! Do not think that you can mock the Shinsengumi this way!
I will find you. You will pay with your life.
[another fumbling noise, and then a long exhalation, and when he speaks again it is in a softer tone.]
This can't be Japan. Those buildings... too tall. Too square. Who would live in a building shaped like a gravestone?
...The plants are dead, too. A dream?
Where am I?
LJ: gardenfox
E-Mail: swordwithasmile AT gmail DOT com
IM: tsuzuki begs you [AIM]
Characters played at Discedo: Tsuzuki Asato | cinnagami
Character's Name: Hijikata Toshizo
Series: Shinsengumi Imon Peace Maker / Peace Maker Kurogane
Timeline: Immediately before the Ikedaya incident.
Canon Resource Link: Landel's Damned Wiki on Hijikata
What your character can offer: Hijikata is a skilled and ruthless strategist, an equally skilled and ruthless swordsman (who doesn't think it's a real fight unless you're kicking people in the balls and gouging out their eyes), a creative torturer, and a writer of mediocre haiku.
What items will they be bringing with them? Katana and wakizashi, the clothes on his back, a pipe and tobacco pouch, purse with assorted small change, and an ink brush and haiku journal.
Third-Person Sample:
Crying in the trees,
the summer sparrow mourning
the coming of snow
Hijikata stared at the last line, tapping the end of his brush against his chin. It didn't work. The coming of winter - no, that didn't fit. The summer bird is fighting/the sound of the wind... no.
"Hi-ji-ka-ta-san!"
Ink splattered across the page, and Hijikata slapped a hasty hand over the writing before glaring over his shoulder. Souji beamed at him from the doorway.
"Kondou-san wants to talk to you!" Sock-clad feet soundless on the tatami, he skipped inside and peered at the desk. Hijikata put his other hand over the paper too.
"Don't look at what isn't yours," he growled. "Go tell Kondou I'll be there in a minute."
"Did you know there's ink between your fingers?" Souji asked, smile unperturbed.
Hijikata looked down at his hands. Souji was right.
"Go," he ordered.
Laughing, the younger man fled.
Hijikata lifted one hand. Ink-splattered. The other. Ink-coated. His unsatisfactory haiku was smeared into oblivion. Not much of a loss, but his brows twisted into a thunderous frown anyway. Souji should know better than to burst in on a man in the throes of composition!
A small sound from outside caught his attention, and he rose to his feet, blotting the ink away on his kimono. It was black anyway. The stains would show less than they did on his palms.
"Souji?"
Silence from outside. Hijikata shook his head: it must not have been a cough, after all. Just someone shoving open a sliding door that stuck.
Moving automatically, he pulled out his pipe and clamped the stem between his teeth. So Kondou wanted to talk. Why? New information on their enemies? New recruits? It had better not be another teenager Souji wanted to adopt. One incompetent, insubordinate page was more than enough. Even if he showed potential. Hijikata wasn't a saint, and despite his friend's apparent wishes, he wasn't running an orphanage, either....
A recruit turned the corner in front of him, stared like a scared rabbit, squeaked, and jumped down off the walkway onto the wet dirt of the yard. In his bare feet. Hijikata leveled a stare at the unlucky young man.
"Shinsengumi are expected to be courageous."
"Y-yes, sir!" the man said, back snapping absolutely straight. "Sorry, sir! I was startled, sir!"
Stare became glare. "No excuses."
"Sir!"
"Go spend some extra time in the dojo. Maybe that will improve your nerve."
"Sir!"
"Wash your feet first."
The young man looked down, realizing for the first time that he was splattered with mud. His posture sagged.
Hijikata, restraining a sadistic snicker, continued on his way.
First-Person Sample:
[static, and the sound of occasional impacts on the mic of fingers or cloth]
...Use this. What kind of....
[clearing his throat] You! You who dragged me here! Do not think that you can mock the Shinsengumi this way!
I will find you. You will pay with your life.
[another fumbling noise, and then a long exhalation, and when he speaks again it is in a softer tone.]
This can't be Japan. Those buildings... too tall. Too square. Who would live in a building shaped like a gravestone?
...The plants are dead, too. A dream?
Where am I?