A Brief Respite (Open RP)

[herlivinglegacy]

Smooth, slow motions.

Once, one of his colonels had commented on the oddity of Sephiroth, the General spearheading the war against the orient, doing something like Tai Chi every morning. Sure, he didn't believe in Da Chao and reserved his beliefs for science rather than Odin and his host of sons and daughters, but he believed in the calming nature

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[elegantsamurai]

Yukimura was out, his Tengoku slung on his back, his sword on his hip. He was starting to feel restless from the winter, ready for spring to arrive. He was in his usual kimono, hakuam, and haori, with the addition of a soft undershirt with long sleeves, one of the few additions to his wardrobe since he'd come here that he would wear outside his room and willingly.

He watched Sphiroth cruiously a moment then began mimicking the steps, finding them quite interesting.

[herlivinglegacy]

He tilted his head curiously at Yukimura after a moment, remembering him. "Hello again," he greeted, noting the weapons Yukimura carried.

[elegantsamurai]

"Hello," Yukimura replied, noticing the attention to his weapons. "Have you been well?" he asked, returning to a neutral stance again. "Have you found this place to your liking?"

[herlivinglegacy]

He thought on that. "As well as one can be." This place wouldn't let him back to another world where he was closer to the Lifestream, thus closer to Jenova. Sure, she was inside him, was him, and sometimes he heard her whisper, but these days it was faint. At the moment it was dead silent. Sanity must be awful boring.

"It has been...amusingly accommodating. My wardrobe seems to enjoy spitting clothes out at me." And they were often ridiculous, leading to fights wherein the wardrobe would be destroyed, and then repaired next time he came into the room.

[elegantsamurai]

Yukimura laughed. "My closet seems to like hiding things from time to time, especially from my lover. I have heard the peddler has received interesting clothing from his and has worn such."

He gestured at the ground Sephiroth had just been covering. "That is an interesting kata," he said, his hand moving to brush his hair back.

[herlivinglegacy]

Sephiroth wasn't sure who 'the peddler' was, but he didn't let it bother him.

"Indeed, the prisoners of war in my home world taught it to me. Tai Chi Chuan, Yang style." He came to a close, eventually stilling and turning to face Yukimura. His eyes went almost immediately to the blade at his hip.

[elegantsamurai]

Yukimura tilted his head a little. "You seem preoccupied," he said, his hand coming to rest on his blade as it traveled under his obi.