► Performance [It's time for the dance, and out of all the performances so far, one sword surprised everyone in attendance the most. Well, save for those who came from this particular citadel.
Clad in red, black and gold with strong dragon imagery, Ookurikara draws many gasps and widen eyes as he step onto the designated dance area for the performance. His golden eyes gaze at the audience, as if daring them. Daring them to look away from him. Daring them to watch and criticise him.
When he start his dance, Ookurikara give everyone the impression that a powerful dragon have descended in his movements and choreography.]
► Offerings and Prayers [It might also be a surprised to see Ookurikara here, praying for the fallen swords.
He wouldn't pray for reunions, despite his deeply buried desires. It's better that no more of his old friends come to his citadel. Because despite however quietly happy he is, he also feared the separation that comes with death or if the war ends.
Nor would he pray to the gods. Not when he prefer seeking results with his own hands, with his own actions instead of asking a god who wouldn't even grant his desires.
... But he can pray for the fallen, and for peace to their souls. For their next "life" to be better. But he wouldn't admit to that last part.
When he opens his eyes, he turns to leave and hopes no one will ask. But maybe... maybe he look for someone? A company? Just this time, he kind of want a distraction from his thoughts.]
► Festivities [As anyone who knows Ookurikara, or a Ookurikara, they're never one for loud, social gatherings. Much less a festival setting. And this Ookurikara is no different.
If it's a personal festival at his citadel, that would be one thing. But one hosted by the government, with many others from other citadels in attendance? That went beyond how much he would tolerate it.
That's why he try to avoid people and stick to his own thing. Walking around, looking at the stalls at his own pacing, getting something to eat.
(They're good, but not as good as Mitsutada's cooking.)
Unless... he find his Saniwa, then he wouldn't mind accompanying them. They are someone who earned his respect for him to dance for them, after all.
On the other hand, maybe someone find him and literally drag him around for all the games. Despite his complaints, he didn't seriously break free from their grips. A quiet sign of how much he soften. Maybe.]
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[It's time for the dance, and out of all the performances so far, one sword surprised everyone in attendance the most. Well, save for those who came from this particular citadel.
Clad in red, black and gold with strong dragon imagery, Ookurikara draws many gasps and widen eyes as he step onto the designated dance area for the performance. His golden eyes gaze at the audience, as if daring them. Daring them to look away from him. Daring them to watch and criticise him.
When he start his dance, Ookurikara give everyone the impression that a powerful dragon have descended in his movements and choreography.]
► Offerings and Prayers
[It might also be a surprised to see Ookurikara here, praying for the fallen swords.
He wouldn't pray for reunions, despite his deeply buried desires. It's better that no more of his old friends come to his citadel. Because despite however quietly happy he is, he also feared the separation that comes with death or if the war ends.
Nor would he pray to the gods. Not when he prefer seeking results with his own hands, with his own actions instead of asking a god who wouldn't even grant his desires.
... But he can pray for the fallen, and for peace to their souls. For their next "life" to be better. But he wouldn't admit to that last part.
When he opens his eyes, he turns to leave and hopes no one will ask. But maybe... maybe he look for someone? A company? Just this time, he kind of want a distraction from his thoughts.]
► Festivities
[As anyone who knows Ookurikara, or a Ookurikara, they're never one for loud, social gatherings. Much less a festival setting. And this Ookurikara is no different.
If it's a personal festival at his citadel, that would be one thing. But one hosted by the government, with many others from other citadels in attendance? That went beyond how much he would tolerate it.
That's why he try to avoid people and stick to his own thing. Walking around, looking at the stalls at his own pacing, getting something to eat.
(They're good, but not as good as Mitsutada's cooking.)
Unless... he find his Saniwa, then he wouldn't mind accompanying them. They are someone who earned his respect for him to dance for them, after all.
On the other hand, maybe someone find him and literally drag him around for all the games. Despite his complaints, he didn't seriously break free from their grips. A quiet sign of how much he soften. Maybe.]
► Wild Card
[Give me your best shot!!]