[OPEN] In memory of bittersweet romance!

[internecineowl]

Who: ANYONE. Yeah! ANYONE!
When: July 7th, Tanabata time.
Where: Around the Ramen Shop
Format: Don't care! Use anything you like!
What: Nagi's makeshift Tanabata celebration!
Warnings: Probably nothing?
Notes: There's a thread for the wishes, which are anonymous, so if your character has a wish go ahead and drop them there! Other than that, feel

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[twoswordjuniper]

[Deneve stops in to this 'festival' more out of curiosity than anything else. With the zombie situation handled and her person thoroughly cleaned of any trace that it had ever happened, she has very little else to do. And it is interesting to observe the bustle of these people.

She has no wish she cares to write out on one of the silly papers, and she's not certain what she would wish for even if she gave it some thought. So she doesn't. Wishes don't come true, anyway.

She contents herself by taking a place along the wall and leaning back against the comforting shape of her swords - she doesn't go without them, even in the city, not that she really cares what anyone thinks of her in any case - and watches silently.]

hi there fellow blade maiden!

[strayblade]

[Naoto isn't big on celebrations. It's not that she has anything against them, she just can't remember any reasons in her life that were cause for celebration. Maybe, -just- maybe, when she was younger...

She sighs. It would be speculation and nothing more. The fact remained that the food, the drink, the gathering of people (who weren't trying to kill each other), it all felt brand new.

But this was her best chance of getting information, something new that she didn't yet know. So that had brought her out, even if she hadn't written anything on a little slip of paper.

It's Deneve's swords that she notices first, followed quickly by the fact that she looks a bit outside the celebration herself. So Naoto abandon's her wall for the blonde woman's.]

This...

[She speaks after a moment, trailing off on that word to glance around.]

...isn't a celebration from your world, is it?

:D hey, you're not blonde!

[twoswordjuniper]

[Deneve studies the woman for a moment before speaking. If she still finds it a little odd whenever people who aren't Claymores approach her, she doesn't show it.]

No. I'm not familiar with it.

[She pauses for a moment, glancing at all the people around them celebrating.]

Are you?

nope! but she would've made a good claymore. ~.~

[strayblade]

No.

[Naoto shakes her head, then thinks about her answer for a moment.]

Or if I am, I don't remember it.

[Her attention returns to the weapons across Deneve's back. Her own remains sheathed and in the little case that she carries over her shoulder.]

Your blades. Can you really fight with both at the same time?

she would! she even has the scars already

[twoswordjuniper]

Don't remember?

[She lets the statement hang, letting the other woman decide whether or not to elaborate. Deneve watches her eyes move to the swords crossed on her back but doesn't move from the wall.]

I can. I wouldn't carry them both if I couldn't.

exactly!

[strayblade]

That's very impressive.

[She fights with two of her own sometimes -- not full-sized blades because one is a knife. But she knows the coordination and skill that it takes.

Naoto slips the case from her shoulder.]

Would you mind taking a look at mine?

[twoswordjuniper]

[She takes the compliment without acknowledgement. She has no desire to talk about the years of snowy training she put herself to or the warrior who inspired the style. In fact, she hasn't spoken of Undine in seven years, and she doesn't intend to start now.

She says nothing to the question but raises an eyebrow in interest and pushes herself off the wall and into a fully standing position and waits for the other woman to open the case.]

[strayblade]

[Naoto pulls out the katana and places the outer case aside. The scabbard is relatively shiny, well-cared for despite the fact that it was second-hand when she got it and has been used for purposes of defense. She slides the blade free slowly, revealing it to be just as black as the scabbard.]

Have you ever seen a blade like this here?

[Naoto knows the likelihood of it is practically zero. But old habits die hard.]

[twoswordjuniper]

[She examines it, studying the shape and color, the lines. It's much more elegant than her claymores. But then, they weren't exactly made for elegance. Any grace with which they were wielded was incidental.]

I haven't. What kind is it?

[strayblade]

I wish I could tell you.

[Naoto sighs as she re-sheathes it.]

All that I know about it was told to me by someone else. This blade belonged to my Father, a man that no one knew very much about.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trouble you. Please enjoy your celebration.

[Naoto nods her head, grateful for the time she's been given.]

[twoswordjuniper]

Hm. And probably even fewer know anything here.

No trouble.

[Deneve leans back against the wall and resumes watching the festivities, but keeps Naoto in her field of vision.]