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Characters: Akechi Mitsuhide (wavesoakedlegs) and anyone~
Location: Middle District
Time: Early evening
Style: Either is fine
Status: Open~
[He wasn't panicking. Not as such, anyway; there was worry in his features, and definitely a sense of confusion about him. He just wasn't moving much, wasn't saying much, eyes staring up at the dome of blue above his head as he thought.]
[It couldn't be a dream. Stuck in a new place, a place far removed from Japan, from his little mountain hideaway? A place so unreal it could well have been spun during a person's sleep? The earlier sensation had certainly made it feel like one, and he might have thought so with just that evidence, but the ache in his muscles was not something he'd ever experienced during his dreams and he was soaked through to the skin. All of his senses, in fact, felt a little too alert for that explanation to make sense. That meant it had to be real.]
Magic..?
[Mitsuhide closes his eyes, drawing in a shaking breath and twisting a lock of still-wet black hair between his fingers. No master of magic was powerful enough to create an illusion this grand, so maybe one had pulled him into the odd place where he now stood instead. But why?]
[His free hand curls around the hilt of the katana at his side.]
[Everything about the situation spoke of danger. He had no living friends now. Everyone he knew that still lived hated him, for good reason, and many he didn't know likely hated him too. Nobunaga's supporters, the men who kept faith in the Demon King no matter what he did... most surely believed him dead, but there was no way he could say for certain that some didn't know he was still alive somewhere. Hideyoshi most certainly did, but he'd let Mitsuhide go for reasons unknown to him and was therefore unlikely to still harbour thoughts of revenge.
[The Battle of Yamasaki had been enough for him.]
You need no more, do you? No... those precious lives were enough punishment for you...
[That grief was still fresh, still strong and overwhelming. Mitsuhide lowers his head and focuses on the surroundings. Losing himself in it now would not get him out of his situation... though in all honestly, he could not deny that he deserved to be punished. Every day since that battle he'd found himself thinking that he should have been the one to fall. Not his men, not his dear friend.]
[A sparkle does more to distract him from his thoughts than his own will, and he looks around to spy a tiny orb of white light. It's just... hovering around him. Odd. Was this part of the magic too?]
It's just too strange...
[Trying to make sense of it was clearly not going to do him any good right now. There was only one option left to him, and that was to move. It was a city he was in, however odd it might be, and be they enemy or not he would have to try and find others.]
Location: Middle District
Time: Early evening
Style: Either is fine
Status: Open~
[He wasn't panicking. Not as such, anyway; there was worry in his features, and definitely a sense of confusion about him. He just wasn't moving much, wasn't saying much, eyes staring up at the dome of blue above his head as he thought.]
[It couldn't be a dream. Stuck in a new place, a place far removed from Japan, from his little mountain hideaway? A place so unreal it could well have been spun during a person's sleep? The earlier sensation had certainly made it feel like one, and he might have thought so with just that evidence, but the ache in his muscles was not something he'd ever experienced during his dreams and he was soaked through to the skin. All of his senses, in fact, felt a little too alert for that explanation to make sense. That meant it had to be real.]
Magic..?
[Mitsuhide closes his eyes, drawing in a shaking breath and twisting a lock of still-wet black hair between his fingers. No master of magic was powerful enough to create an illusion this grand, so maybe one had pulled him into the odd place where he now stood instead. But why?]
[His free hand curls around the hilt of the katana at his side.]
[Everything about the situation spoke of danger. He had no living friends now. Everyone he knew that still lived hated him, for good reason, and many he didn't know likely hated him too. Nobunaga's supporters, the men who kept faith in the Demon King no matter what he did... most surely believed him dead, but there was no way he could say for certain that some didn't know he was still alive somewhere. Hideyoshi most certainly did, but he'd let Mitsuhide go for reasons unknown to him and was therefore unlikely to still harbour thoughts of revenge.
[The Battle of Yamasaki had been enough for him.]
You need no more, do you? No... those precious lives were enough punishment for you...
[That grief was still fresh, still strong and overwhelming. Mitsuhide lowers his head and focuses on the surroundings. Losing himself in it now would not get him out of his situation... though in all honestly, he could not deny that he deserved to be punished. Every day since that battle he'd found himself thinking that he should have been the one to fall. Not his men, not his dear friend.]
[A sparkle does more to distract him from his thoughts than his own will, and he looks around to spy a tiny orb of white light. It's just... hovering around him. Odd. Was this part of the magic too?]
It's just too strange...
[Trying to make sense of it was clearly not going to do him any good right now. There was only one option left to him, and that was to move. It was a city he was in, however odd it might be, and be they enemy or not he would have to try and find others.]