I do believe I have potatoes to attend to... [OPEN]

[forbearanced]

Characters: Katakura Koujurou and YOU!
Location: His vegetable garden in the park
Rating: G(?)
Time: Early morning, November 18 - during training or so
Description: Doing work, of course.

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[soulparadox]

[Nataku left the clinic looking for Koujurou, and eventually finds him.

The clone stares for a long time, before walking over to kick one of the vegetables that is being tended off to the side.]

It does not concern me, but I have decided that I do not care.

[forbearanced]

[...Well, that was a little unexpected.]

Nataku-dono?

[Why the vegetable violence? ;A;]

[soulparadox]

Katakura Koujurou.

[A slight bow of his head.]

[forbearanced]

[Bows as well -- waitasecond.]

Is something the matter?

[anchorsurfs]

[This recent invasion brought to his mind the last time something big happened in the city and how he seemed to have a large gap in his memory. He remembered chasing after Mitsunari and running into this man who looked a lot like Date's partner, but clearly wasn't and Koujurou. Things went fuzzy after he tried to grab Mitsunari to stop him from outright attacking them.

So here he is approaching Koujurou on the field, looking for answers.]

I have something to ask of you.

[forbearanced]

Motochika.

[Pausing in his work, turning to regard the pirate.]

What is it?

[anchorsurfs]

What happened on the last day of October?

[No formalities, he really wants to know.]

[forbearanced]

No one has informed you?

[Frowns.]

[lethalgrace]

( she's just taking a break from training...she's out of the clinic and everything but she doesn't want to strain anything by overdoing it. Especially since she wants to try a mission or something soon, only way to get stronger~ )

Hm... I was beginning to think people didn't have fields in the future. ( she's just crouching nearby, eyeing all the veggies. )

It must be hard keeping them so perky with the weather here!

[forbearanced]

[Ou, someone he doesn't recognize.]

It is difficult, but there is nothing I cannot do for the sake of my master.

[lethalgrace]

Wow, all this for your master! ( it's good to know that there are plenty of others from that kind of society. )

It's good you're here with him... ( a little bit quieter, maybe wistful. )

[forbearanced]

Your master is not present?

[monadmayer]

[a little park wandering after some training seemed to be in order, and she stumbles upon him with a little bit of curiosity. she's never gardened or really dug in the dirt once before in her life, so, this is new. her curiosity was, as always, peaked, and she stops to stand by the side and watch for a little while.

at least until she feels like she's being awkward and tries to make conversation.]
Do they take a lot of effort? Your plants, I mean.

[forbearanced]

At times.

[You're new as well, although he might have spotted you in the Watch office or on patrol...]

Good morning, ma'am.

[monadmayer]

[she gives a curt little nod.] Good morning. [and then, after a pause - ]
Oh, I guess I ought to introduce myself. Re-L Mayer.

[she falters at offering her hand to shake, more so because she isn't sure about this whole dirt thing than anything else. in the end she decides that, of all things that could have happened, getting dirty is the least of her worries.]

[forbearanced]

[No worries: he does bows. Handshakes weird him out.]

Katakura Koujurou, of Oshu. My life and blade are sworn to Date Masamune.

[nolicenseyet]

[She's seen gardens and farms before, but never actually seen the people who took care of them. So she's just...going to stare. Because that's not rude at all.]

[forbearanced]

[Eventually notices, blinks.]

Do you require something?

[nolicenseyet]

[She shakes her head, oddly quiet for such a young thing. Before moving closer then leaning over to study the veggies (little girls in knee length skirts shouldn't crouch down, after all) with a curious look.

She hadn't realized you could grow these kind of things in the desert.]

[forbearanced]

[...Huh. Well, if she wasn't up for talking, that was fine...

Getting back to work, letting her do as she pleased.]