Who ⬤ Hizen Tadahiro & you What ⬤ Catchall for open substories, closed prompts, and custom starters for September and October. When ⬤ September and October Where ⬤ Everywhere Content Warnings ⬤ N/A for now
[He pulls up when he feels a weight on the sleeve, but it’s much lighter than he expects- is the person a child or made of air?- but no, what comes up over the side of the bridge is a sword. Is the person a sword in human form? No, Yizhi glances back at the water and the person is still there. This decision is mildly incomprehensible to him.]
Your life is more important than your sword!!
[An entirely incorrect statement, but no one’s perfect.]
“Yii-chan, it could be a free sword-”[Kumiko-san pipes up-] “-No! That’s not a good idea!” [Yizhi protests, hugging the sword to his body like it’s a baby.] “Oh, you’re too nice. Seriously, it’s a free sword.”
[The sword is manageable enough to hold, but Yizhi’s definitely feeling his shortcomings now that he’s been relegated to sword babysitting duty. If he were drowning in the river, would he also pause to hand off his weighty tablet to safety? He doesn’t know for sure. Kumiko-san calls down:]
“Hey, do you want us to try and get help, or are you good?”
(Wow, if only he was a sword in human form, right? With his sword up on land, he takes a deep breath before he goes back down under the water again. This time, however, he doesn't come back up. The water stills and no one replies when Kumiko calls down.
If Yizhi has any sort of spirit sense, he might feel the sword become heavier. Regardless, he'll soon hear a voice snapping at him from.... in front of him? It's like someone is speaking directly in front of him but no one is really there.)
[He may not have many talents, but, when the going gets weird, he goes along with it. Yizhi is holding the sword close to his chest- it’s someone else’s treasure, he doesn’t want to sling it around, he doesn’t want to drop it!- and if Hizen has any sort of sense that works through his sword, he might feel like he’s been this close to this person before.
That feeling won’t last, though. Yizhi hears the distinct command to draw, and waits only a moment to be sure he heard what he did. Draw me. He’s holding something that can be drawn, isn’t he? Okay. Might as well try.]
([Kumiko:] Hello? Hello??? Eh, he’s not coming back up-!)
[He steps back to be clear of his companions. He holds the sword out, grips the river-soaked handle as tight as he can, and pulls the blade free in an arc of silver.]
(When he draws the sword, there's a gust of wind like a warm summer breeze and a flurry of cherry blossom petals will manifest in the air around him. It's practically blinding how many cherry blossoms there are and there's an unnatural sort of glow to them-- something magical.
While he's blinded by the blossoms, he'll probably hear an additional voice now. It's someone coughing and spitting on the ground nearby. When the cherry blossoms pass, carried away by the enchanted breeze, there's... Hizen. He's on his hands and knees in front of Yizhi, still dripping wet from his hair and clothes. He's trying to catch his breath and there's this feeling in the back of his head that something feels familiar and not exactly in a good way but he's truly too busy just trying to breathe that he doesn't think much about it. )
[It worked!! Whatever “it” was. The cherry blossoms are beautiful. But there are more important things to focus on right now.
Yizhi lowers the sword- glancing at the sheath not but sheathing the blade, hit with the sudden fear that reversing what he just did might send the other Lost Soul back into the river- before running over to Hizen. The poor man is soaked through like a ball of moss, but he’s alive! Or at least he looks like his vitals are still going strong. The worry now is how badly the cold water will hurt the person’s system, but they can do something about that now he’s on dry land.
Yizhi thumps Hizen on the back in an attempt to help him cough the water out.]
Are you alright?! Grab me if you really can’t breathe. We’ll take you to the hospital.
(He coughs up water and wonders briefly how much a humanesque body can take before it catches some hell river disease. The last thing he needs is to wind up bedridden.
What's more important though is he can feel himself being held by someone and his hand reaches out to grab Yizhi from next to him. Wait, was Hizen even listening to him? What did he say-- it doesn't matter because instead Hizen just snaps,)
Give it back.
(His sword. He's being held by a stranger and he doesn't like it.)
[The guy just fell into a river, he gets a pass for bad behaviour. Yizhi stutters, perplexed,] Uh- [before offering the sword and sheath both.]
[He’s just going to repeat his line of questioning, and use his now-freed hands to take his jacket and throw it over Hizen for some insulation. Kumiko closes in and summons a ball of foxfire in her palm. A candle-like glow flickers over the area, warming up the air.]
no subject
Your life is more important than your sword!!
[An entirely incorrect statement, but no one’s perfect.]
“Yii-chan, it could be a free sword-”[Kumiko-san pipes up-] “-No! That’s not a good idea!” [Yizhi protests, hugging the sword to his body like it’s a baby.] “Oh, you’re too nice. Seriously, it’s a free sword.”
[The sword is manageable enough to hold, but Yizhi’s definitely feeling his shortcomings now that he’s been relegated to sword babysitting duty. If he were drowning in the river, would he also pause to hand off his weighty tablet to safety? He doesn’t know for sure. Kumiko-san calls down:]
“Hey, do you want us to try and get help, or are you good?”
no subject
If Yizhi has any sort of spirit sense, he might feel the sword become heavier. Regardless, he'll soon hear a voice snapping at him from.... in front of him? It's like someone is speaking directly in front of him but no one is really there.)
Draw me.
(He is impatient.)
no subject
That feeling won’t last, though. Yizhi hears the distinct command to draw, and waits only a moment to be sure he heard what he did. Draw me. He’s holding something that can be drawn, isn’t he? Okay. Might as well try.]
([Kumiko:] Hello? Hello??? Eh, he’s not coming back up-!)
[He steps back to be clear of his companions. He holds the sword out, grips the river-soaked handle as tight as he can, and pulls the blade free in an arc of silver.]
no subject
While he's blinded by the blossoms, he'll probably hear an additional voice now. It's someone coughing and spitting on the ground nearby. When the cherry blossoms pass, carried away by the enchanted breeze, there's... Hizen. He's on his hands and knees in front of Yizhi, still dripping wet from his hair and clothes. He's trying to catch his breath and there's this feeling in the back of his head that something feels familiar and not exactly in a good way but he's truly too busy just trying to breathe that he doesn't think much about it. )
no subject
Yizhi lowers the sword- glancing at the sheath not but sheathing the blade, hit with the sudden fear that reversing what he just did might send the other Lost Soul back into the river- before running over to Hizen. The poor man is soaked through like a ball of moss, but he’s alive! Or at least he looks like his vitals are still going strong. The worry now is how badly the cold water will hurt the person’s system, but they can do something about that now he’s on dry land.
Yizhi thumps Hizen on the back in an attempt to help him cough the water out.]
Are you alright?! Grab me if you really can’t breathe. We’ll take you to the hospital.
no subject
What's more important though is he can feel himself being held by someone and his hand reaches out to grab Yizhi from next to him. Wait, was Hizen even listening to him? What did he say-- it doesn't matter because instead Hizen just snaps,)
Give it back.
(His sword. He's being held by a stranger and he doesn't like it.)
no subject
[He’s just going to repeat his line of questioning, and use his now-freed hands to take his jacket and throw it over Hizen for some insulation. Kumiko closes in and summons a ball of foxfire in her palm. A candle-like glow flickers over the area, warming up the air.]
How are you feeling?