Application for Tachibana Sakon and Ukon from Karakuri Zoushi Ayatsuri Sakon

[ukon_sakon]

Tachibana Sakon is a bunraku puppeteer. Ukon is a bunraku puppet made in the 1870 (the series is set in the late 1990s). As Sakon is shy enough to be practically mute without Ukon and Ukon is a puppet, they are together. Sakon is also a master ventriloquist. His mouth doesn't move when Ukon talks and their voices are different. He can also

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[woocha]

Hey, you smell like wood!

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

[ukon_sakon]

Sakon and Ukon both looked around to find the source of the voice, Ukon with his hand over his eyes, both looking in different direction. "Oi, who said that?" Ukon demanded.

"Down here?" Sakon asked, looking down to see the little dog. The direction was right, but he was looking around to see another ventriloquist. He knelt anyway to greet the dog. Might as well, since it was common for people to speak to Ukon directly.

Ukon looked down. "I'm not just wood! I am made by a master puppet maker!" He put his hands on his hips. "Just look at this workmanship," he said, lifting his chin.

[woocha]

Yeah, well, you still smell like it. Good thing Wishbone had some manners or he'd gnaw on a limb.

I'm Wishbone!

[ukon_sakon]

Sakon looked around, still trying to find the ventriloquist making the dog talk. Whoever it was, they were very good, given that he couldn't see anyone.

While he was looking, Ukon bent over the dog. "Where's your puppeteer?" he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

[gourmetchairman]

"I'm afraid the two of you were spirited away. This isn't Hokkaido, I'm afraid, but Scotland."

[ukon_sakon]

Ukon's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged. Sakon reached over and lifted his jaw. "Scotland?" he said, obviously confused. "But, when I got off the train, I was in Hokkaido. And, I walked here from the train station."

"I told you you read the map wrong," Ukon put in.

[gourmetchairman]

"Now, now, don't blame your...er, friend. Hogwarts has a rather odd magic that's good at spiriting away someone from any place...or time, even."

[ukon_sakon]

"You don't need to defend him. I told him he had the map upside down," Ukon said, pushing on Sakon's cheek. "He knows he should listen to me," he added, pointing to himself.

"Ah, you said magic?" Sakon asked when Ukon gave him a chance to get a word in.

[isnotabumblebee]

Perhaps it was some pseudo-magical lure caused by the presence of puppetry at Hogwarts, but for whatever reason, Toki Wartooth came ambling into the Sorting Room, a big, goofy grin appearing his face as soon as he saw Ukon. As he usually did, he ignored the application and went straight to the new arrival- or new arrivals, in this case

[ukon_sakon]

Ukon preened. "Of course I'm a nice puppet! I am a masterpiece by Unosuke Koizumi III! And this guy," he pointed at Sakon with his thumb, "is the grandson of the Tachibana Zaemon, who is a national treasure! Not that he'd be any good without me, of course." He looked behind Toki, though. "What are those?" he asked, confused and somewhat disgusted. "They look like moving mochi."

Sakon looked at Ukon then at Toki and the creatures behind him. "Ah, sorry," he said, smiling a little. "You probably haven't heard of us, either."

"How could he not!?" Ukon demanded, his pride obviously wounded. "And, you didn't answer," Ukon continued, pointing at Toki. "What are those?"

"Ukon, don't be rude," Sakon chided.

[isnotabumblebee]

As Toki had actually gone to puppeteering school, and wasn't as stupid as he tended to appear, he'd actually been educated on the subject. So, he could appreciate that Ukon was indeed a masterpiece of a puppet, and had to admit that Sakon probably deserved the Master of Puppets title more than he did himself. Although he was prone to his resentful moments, Toki was far too delighted with them both to bother with resenting Sakon's remarkable skills, which were to puppetry as Skwisgaar's were to the guitar. He smiled delightedly at Ukon, laughing at the puppet's 'rudeness', which he thought was all in good humor. "Wow-wee, I wish I had heards of you before, because you's the real master of puppets," he told Sakon, presuming that that he'd recognize the generosity of his compliment, despite the fact that he couldn't have heard of Dethklok. Toki-logic often made no sense at all

[ukon_sakon]

"You should see his grandfather! He's a national treasure because he's such a good puppeteer!" Ukon boasted, hands on his hips, chest out. "He's still learning," he added, patting Sakon on the cheek. "But, with my help," he pointed at himself with his thumb, "he might be as good as you think he is."

"Umm, by children, do you mean Skwisgaar bore them?" he asked. Since Toki was a male, Skwisgaar had to be female for them to have children, or at least that would be the most logical answer. But, how did they have children that looked like mochi and drooled acid?

[bar_en_lothglor]

"To be 'squibbed' essentially means that you will be turned away and forced to leave school grounds," Glorfindel explained, giving both puppet and puppeteer a curious once-over. "It is unlikely that you'll be squibbed. Exceedingly few are. Which I have to say is rather unfortunate, in certain cases." The Elf offered the pair an affable smile, seeing no harm in playing along with the puppetry game by acknowledging Ukon. His comment about it being unfortunate hadn't been directed at them.

"You say that you have come to learn and perform. You sought Hogwarts intentionally, then?" That would mark an interesting change from how applicants usually arrived, himself included.

[ukon_sakon]

"A school? This is supposed to be a museum. I told you you read the map wrong!" Ukon declared, turning to glare at Sakon, his hand pressing against Sakon's cheek. "You can't get along without me, can you?"

Sakon blinked, well aware of the differences in the man before him. What odd ears, and his stature was almost delicate.. "I'm sorry, but I got off the train in Hokkaido. I don't know any place called Hogwarts."

"And you said I had the map upside down," Ukon continued.

Sakon covered Ukon's mouth, enduring a few grumbles before he continued. "I traveled intentionally, but I do not think I arrived intentionally."

He lowered his hand. "It's because he doesn't listen to me," Ukon asserted, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Sakon.

[bar_en_lothglor]

By human standards Glorfindel was in fact quite tall, standing at over six and a half feet. By Elven standards he was merely closer to average. It was a common fantasy trope misconception that the Elves of Arda were all dainty and effeminate-though Glorfindel himself was indeed lithe enough for others to underestimate his strength (as well as mistake him for Skwisgaar on occasion

[ukon_sakon]

"Scotland? You mean on the other side of the world from Japan?" Ukon said, voice awed. He turned to Sakon. "Did the train go over the ocean and all of Asia?"

Sakon colored lightly. "I slept on the train. I don't think so, though. I didn't sleep that long."

Ukon huffed. "Typical." He turned back to Glorfindel and bowed. "I'm Ukon, a masterwork of puppetry created in the second year of the Meiji era. This is my partner, Tachibana Sakon, grandson of the national treasure Tachibana Zaemon, master puppeteer in the bunraku style."

Sakon bowed as well. "It is a pleasure to meet you." He smiled apologetically. "I don't know where Imladris is, though."

[idiotsallofyou]

A sickly looking lion watched Ukon move with intelligent, though confused, eyes. "The child makes you move?"

Having lived in Africa, away from human civilisation all his life, he didn't quite understand what a puppeteer was. Personally, he just wanted to eat the smaller one, but was confused by the smell of wood and oil.

He tilted his head, his ears shifting as he tried to figure out where the little ones voice came from.

[ukon_sakon]

A talking lion was not high on Ukon's list of 'creatures I want to meet.' Nor on Sakon's.

Ukon looked at the lion, summoning up all his bravado. "He's my partner," he allowed. "But, he's nothing without me."

Sakon just watched, wary of the way they were being eyed.

[idiotsallofyou]

He'd already eaten half of a centaur and stashed the corpse away for later meals, so the two before him were lucky he wasn't feeling peckish, really. He'd been told eating the humans wasn't a great way to make friends at Hogwarts, not that he particularly was interested in making friends.

Scar used a nail-tip to clean between his teeth. "This tells me nothing," he drawled. His tail lifted off the ground and then flopped back down.

He stood, just a little above Sakon's hip in height, and sniffed at Ukon. Curious thing. It was like that skull he used when he was singing his songs with Zazu, apparently. Only more complicated. "Are you a real boy?" he asked, his eyebrows appearing to rise.

[ukon_sakon]

Ukon's fists came up. "I am a master-crafted puppet!" he declared. "I am a work of art! A construction of..." His tirade was cut short as Sakon covered his mouth. He mumbled a bit more then crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Sakon.

"He is a doll," Sakon said softly, watching the lion carefully, wondering where the ventriloquist for this one was.