GENKI SILENT PROTAG. She'll probably strong-arm you into doing something ridiculous, and do so with the cutest smile on earth. She might also poke you with a naginata if you're a punk.
THE SASSY PROTAG. a phantom thief with a heart of gold. lives rebelliously and without regrets, though spends most of his time feigning a very unassuming persona. #nailedit
A true sunshine protagonist. Country bumpkin, slow on the uptake. Wants to be everyone's friend. Swordian Master of fire, incredibly hot-blooded. A GOOD BEAN. Please love him. He's my favorite and I am biased.
The original fabulous Tales science lady. Probably wants to dissect you pretty shamelessly. Loves and adores cute things. Inventor of the Swordians. Definitely the definition of Mad Scientist.
[well, it's not too far off in some technical sense. harold is from 1000 years in the past...
of destiny's current timeline.
and where kashuu find himself may not be all that unfamiliar in a technical sense. it's a military stronghold, a base that's totally encased in snow. of course, even if kashuu were to land anywhere else, it would be snow...
that's kind of what happens in the middle of an ice age, though this particular region will, in fact, stay cold and icy for the rest of time, because jrpg science deemed it so. plus, there's really not too much else to find—the world is pretty war torn, with dycroft, the aerial city and fortress looming overhead.
there are soldier everywhere, chanting in formation about taking out miktran and downing the fortress...
and one person who sure as hell stands out. because among all these drab soldier stand harold at 4'11, brightly colored and full of her own aesthetic that would make her seem like she doesn't belong here. never mind the fact that she built and invented 99% of the tech this military base operates on.
but there's a stranger in her midst, and she's curious. oh. so. curious.]
There's not much to see with a map. [because the world is an icy wasteland. she says it so matter-of-fact as she approaches.
you don't get something for nothing when it comes to harold berselius though, so she's pretty quick to get up in kashuu's personal space.] Well, you don't look like one of his, but you're not one of ours either.
[why does she say that?]
You're too cute and stylish for that! ♪ [which means.] I'm guessing you came from another time or dimension, so if you want a manicure, you're going to have to tell me everything I want to know, O-K?
[There is so much happening here all at once?! The stronghold and soldiers aren't exactly unfamiliar to him, considering war and warlike things tend to have the same feel all across time and space. The snow isn't even strange because he's used to going from spring to winter in a hot second, even though he hates it, god, who decided letting ice drop from the sky would be a good idea??
Harold, on the other hand, is definitely A Lot. Just a lot. Cute as hell, on the plus side - it's not often that he runs into people that he looks at and immediately thinks where did they get those clothes. It's also not often that people run into him and can pinpoint so many things so quickly.]
Ah—?
[So excuse the not-exactly-intelligent-sounding first reaction there. He's still trying to piece together what "you don't look like one of his or ours" means, on top of the immediate and entirely correct assumption that he's a totally out of place groundhog.]
...Okay well, first off, thank you. You have super good taste! [IMPORTANT THINGS FIRST.] Second... I'll take you up on that offer, I guess?
[He's at least not getting any distinct Aura of Corruption™ or anything, and if this isn't even his earth, things are probably fine. Probably.]
me: opens tab, also forgets to actually reply for a week :/
Of course, of course! Do you really think someone as cute as me would have bad taste?
[look at her, kashuu. she's entirely too fabulous for this life, after all.
still, she's giving him a curious look. really, that personal space thing doesn't seem to exist at all, because she is looking him up and down—
and maybe poking at the fabric of his clothes. it's way too nice for him to be native... not to mention the fact that his sudden appearance and a slight change in temperature and wind seems to give away that there's some sort of time or dimension rift at play.
kashuu at least popped up in the right spot, because nobody else would be able to help him out like she can.]
Good, good! I wasn't giving you much of a choice anyway, so if you're a willing participant, it's e-ven be-tter! ★
[why does that sound vaguely like she's holding him hostage, we just don't know.]
True, true! Anyone with an eye for good, bold colors is totally trustworthy when it comes to fashion.
[A SAGE NOD. It's true, Harold needs to come back to 2205 and become a top notch stylist-slash-Futuristic-Scientist or something. Just make an entire field of study out of nothing, it's fine.
But that is some vaguely suspicious wording there... Concern?! Not as much as concern as he should be feeling, though. She gets too many points for being on top of identifying weird time travelers and having good taste, apparently.
He also - perhaps strangely, perhaps not - doesn't seem to mind her being all sorts of up in his personal space. It's almost like he's used to being examined! Sure is sword up in here.]
That's fine, I guess, but I also kinda need to like... not be sticking around here too long, probably.
["Probably". Because maybe the timestreams could collapse or something WHO KNOWS. Time travel is a headache.]
I'm not just here to help with your manicure problems, you know.
[d u h.
come on, kashuu. are people are cute as her really ever that benevolent without a bit of an ulterior motive? of course they're not, at least not as far as she's concerned. still, she maintains absolutely no concept of personal space, looping her arm with kashuu's and using her free one to point to a large looking building that's situated up ahead. she's.
very cheerful, if nothing else. which may or may not be mildly alarming, given who she is and what she's all about here.]
Vamoose! Let's go! [just trust her kashuu, it'll be fine, probably. especially considering the fact that she's probably going to figure out everything.
probably? though perhaps not before finding out his life story and wanting to examine him a little. one step a time though...
(as if she's ever gone one step at a time a day in her life.)]
[IT'S TRUE he doesn't expect most people to help out without some kind of ulterior motive in general... It's just Human Nature™, from what he's observed of human nature in general.
On the plus side, he doesn't seem too fussed about all of this! Maybe that's a concern. He should probably be at least a little fussed, but as long as she doesn't try knocking him out and selling his sword or something, he's good. Does he trust a total stranger to not knock him out and steal his shit? YEP. Someone help him.
But of course, he's looking this way and that as she leads their party of 2 over toward the building. So much snow. So many drab military suits...]
—Where are we, anyway? I don't recognize any of this.
[He's a little more open with how dang lost he is than he otherwise would be, just because she already seems to Know Things.]
[it's alright. when she leads him inside, he'll be greeted with what's obviously a meeting room, though she doesn't pay much mind, even though there are a couple of those people milling about and discussing strategy for their next strike.
instead, she waves a hand flippantly, leading kashuu through the door and down a staircase. this place is deceptively large, lined with rooms of barracks and bigger rooms for generals... among other things. it's clear this is the brain center of the entire base, lush and luxurious for what it's meant to be and lined with all kinds of crazy technologies.
and yet, she just continues on with conversation so casually, like none of this is going on.]
Well, that's kind of obvious, isn't it? You're not in your own time... or your own world, right? The temporal balance is too skewed for it to be anything else. And I don't think you're stupid enough to not realize this is a military base.
[and then she'll lead him right into another room—her room, that is. and it's a mess, with things everywhere. papers with invention notes, models of the building they're in and other ships she's developing, cute clothes, stuffed animals—she is absolutely about both her work and cute things.
even if she apparently also doesn't have the time or energy to straighten up when science is happening.]
[WHAT A MESS... And so many cute things, too, but goodness. Not that he's much better though, honestly - his things are well organized but tend to just. Spread out and take over any room that they're in, somehow. Funny, that.
It's nicer in here than it was in any of the rooms or areas they passed by, though. As a sword, you'd think he feels most at home in highly militarized places, but he finds them pretty boring and tedious. The necessities of war tend to fall into that category when they're not falling into the "straight-up horrific" category, as far as he's concerned.]
Wow... [There is just so much. There's so much happening here, there's so much. But most importantly--] Yeah, that's what's going on, but you're the first person I've ever met who... y'know, knew it? I mean, most people don't really do the whole time travel thing.
[Though it's not because the option isn't available where he comes from, at least...]
—If this is a base and you know what's going on, are you guys tied to the time war somehow?
[well, she sure answered that one quickly, huh.] This war is all our own in this time. But now that I know there's a time war, you've got me cur-i-ous!
[why is harold berselius like this, we just don't know.]
I've tinkered a bit with the idea of time travel, but now's not really the time to go exploring, not until I finish my biggest contribution to this war effort, at least! [what does that even mean.]
So, who are you and what's all this time war business about here [choose your words wisely, kashuu. this is a woman who joined the tod2 party solely because she thought the idea of fighting and kicking the crap out of a goddess sounded like a fun experience.]
[AND HE TRUSTS HER. After all, why would someone who knows all of this already lie about being involved?? (Many reasons, Kashuu. Many.)
But even if he maintains some wariness, he definitely just takes that at face value for now... Face value means he's also giving her a look of fair concern.]
Time travel's not really something humans should be messing around with, anyway... [Because apparently it just straight-up crushes them with temporal pressure and makes them glitch out like the matrix where he comes from?! Also, everything evil wants to change history and that's a problem.]
Um-- Anyway, I'm Kashuu Kiyomitsu, child beneath the river, captain of the first squad of the saniwa's Sword Army. [A LONGASS TITLE.] You can just call me Kashuu. ...We're trying to keep some real nasty guys from messing up our future, basically, but they're still working out the tech. [...] What war's going on here? Just a regular war?
[oh, that's quite a title. harold hums, listening to what kashuu has to say before she returns the gesture.]
Harold Berselius, Lieutenant Colonel of the Er'ther Army, as well as top, genius scientist, researcher and weapons & technology development! [basically, she has a top position because she's a genius and develops all of their weapons tech, not because she's out on the field leading troops.
though she's absolutely capable of wrecking shit in a fight if needed.]
I wouldn't call our war a "regular" one, but it all exists on the same plane of existence. Your war, and your technology though... ohoho! I'm interested in hearing more about it!
[of course she is. she could probably solve their tech problems in a real hurry. but one thing at a time, right? she seems interested, but she's also rummaging through a drawer for... something.]
[HE WILL... GO FIND A PLACE TO SIT but also neatly and quietly tidy up the area that he chooses, folding things gently and setting them aside. A messy room just needs a little TLC, okay.]
I haven't heard of that army, so I guess this really is the wrong place...
[It's a good measurement to use, honestly. As a sword, he's most familiar with armies, after all... And even in all of the wrong worlds he's ended up in, he's never heard that.]
You really do a lot though, huh? No wonder you're so on top of stuff. [THAT SAID-- and he looks a little hesitant at this, but more because he doesn't really like being useless:]
If it's about technology, I don't think I can help much. I don't really get stuff like that. They just tell me how to use it and send me out to the frontlines, y'know? I'm no good with figuring out how it works.
[He only just used a digital camera for the first time recently...]
Of course, of course! There's nobody in this army as amazing as I am!
[duh, kashuu. in any case:]
You can just tell me the parts you know—I'm sure I can fill in the blanks, anyway. [which is probably true.
she might also curse him later for tidying her room, because she's the kind of person who lives in a mess—but it's organized chaos. she knows where just about everything of value is in the mess. but for now? it's probably fine.
after a second, she'll just yell—]
Found it, there you are! [...and then slam the bottle of nail polish on the desk. you know, gently enough so it doesn't break.
she's got this.]
I TOOK A MURDER BREAK BUT FORGOT TO RETURN AFTER I DIED
[WELL DANG he's just distracted by everything because of that-- Do you know how many times a day he tries to talk other swords into letting him paint their nails? How many times he's tried to convince his saniwa to let him do that? How many times he's straight-up kidnapped their mascot fox to paint his little claws like some sort of fashion demon??
Many.
Many.
So his eyes just light the hell up and he goes to inspect what color she's brought, forgetting about tidying and also about the actually important things for a hot second.]
Ooh, what kind is it? [SO EXCITED. But also, right, right, business--] Um... I guess you could say we're, like, in the business of eradicating time anomalies? And the things that cause 'em, of course.
it's fine bc i was too busy turbo murdering too ig
[it's definitely hot pink. she's got an assortment of colors, but pinks and purples are her favorites and it definitely matches harold's aesthetic, even if her own nails are currently matched well to her skirt.
the color she offers to kashuu matches her shorts and boots, so there's clearly an aesthetic thing going on.]
Ohooo, time anomalies. I'm no stranger to that one, but it sounds like you've got something different, unless you've got a pissy Goddess behind your messes too!
Wow! That's super cute! I don't think I have any polishes that bright...
[Because, as she can probably tell just from looking at him, his own palette tends to be more subdued and darker toned. Lots of reds, blacks, golds - for some reason, despite the fact that he always yells about wanting to be cute, he dresses more elegantly than anything.
He also looks a little Concerned™ about pissy Goddesses. Being a minor god himself, he knows... HE KNOWS... Gods and goddesses can be assholes.]
Nah... At least I don't think so? Just other tsukumogami like me and whoever's leading 'em. An enemy saniwa - ah, those're the guys who summon us.
Mm, mm! I could see that. Your colors are very muted, aren't they?
[it's a very different aesthetic of her own—though she thinks it's a look at that suits him well enough. in any case, he'll get a bit of a shift with his manicure today?
it's fine, this is totally fine.
in any case, harold herself doesn't seem to be too fussed about the goddess thing. weird? she had fun with that part, though.
...maybe harold's just the weird one.]
Talk about a word salad. Things to learn, things to learn! ♪ [because of course.]
So these saniwa are the ones leading the charge. And you're... tsukumogami. I think I might need a bit of a better definition than that.
i cant believe you got murdered even tho you didnt die, paintrain game 2stronk
Mm, except red! But that definitely works better as an accent color.
[Unlike some of his fellows, he's not a particularly gaudy bean... Dressing entirely in red would be Too Much for him - and he prefers to bring attention to things like his eyes anyway, without overpowering them. #aesthetic
Also look even if she's weird at least she has great taste, so it evens out!]
Kinda! The time government's in charge of 'em, but they're in charge of us. [A TRUE CHAIN OF COMMAND. What's the time government?? Who knows, 2+ years later and it's still a complete mystery.
He'll gesture to himself after that, though - and then to his sword.]
Tsukumogami are object spirits! Or tool kami, if you wanna get technical. Baaasically, this sword here is my body and I'm the spirit that was born from it! Like that.
[She's sparkling. Should he be concerned?? He might be if he had more self preservation, but alas, he's an idiot. If anything, he just seems caught somewhere between baffled and proud, because of course he's proud of his weird status as a freaky sword spirit!]
Mmhm! You could say I'm the soul of this sword, and it's my true body. This one- [Pats his chest!] -was made for me by my new master.
[So he himself is a freaky weird magic anomaly, traveling through abnormal rifts in space-time to fight against other freaky weird magic anomalies. FUN FOR SCIENCE.]
Your master is pretty impressive. I want to meet him and learn some of his secrets—
[she's pondering.]
I didn't think it could be done the other way around. Even putting a personality into a sword is pretty risky, but giving the soul of a sword a body of it's own, ohoooo! ♪
[she might be leaning in to poke kahuu a little. she really has no respect at all for personal boundaries.]
He sounds like that kind of person that would be a good rival for me!
weeks later, panzoom to aly still suffering in p5 murder hell
[The poking and prodding is again met without resistance. As long as she's not chucking his sword into the sea or bashing it against a table leg to see how sturdy it is, he's pretty dang okay with personal space invasions!
Though he now has So Many Questions. So many, and also a mild creeping concern--]
Eh? Don't fight aruji, he's already tired all the time. [It's no wonder, considering he has 50+ idiots to manage 24/7, including this one who hears "rival" and just automatically assume actual battles will be involved.]
But what do you mean, the other way around? Putting a personality into a sword-- D'you mean, like... A soul? Putting a soul in a sword?
[BAFFLING. AND ALSO VERY WORRISOME. Like, what if the sword already had a soul?! And what if the soul didn't want to be a sword! So many questions and zero answers.]
Oh? Who said anything about fighting? A rival like that is a rival of brains! ♥ Someone who might actually be able to keep up with my genius might be worthy of that title, y'know, y'know?
[she'll eventually get to the part where she gives him a proper manicure, but they started talking technical shit and that gets harold riled up in a different way entirely.
whoops?
whoops.]
You could call it that, anyway. It's not exactly the same as putting a soul in. More like copying the personality to a very powerful Lens and outfitting it to a custom-made sword for the wielder to create a perfect resonance and harmony in battle!
[he doesn't want to know what happens when the soul and the sword soul have dissonance, it's alarming.
though she really doesn't actually know that side effect yet.]
Oh! ...Oh. [...] Well, I mean, as long as you're not gonna try cutting his head off or something, it should be fine.
[Except not at all because that's probably breaking like 5000 codes of spacetime travel conduct?! But he's just a sword okay, he's here for manicures and to be confused about complicated stuff he doesn't fully grasp. Like this! It's clear he's trying though, if nothing else.]
Mm... I'm not sure I get it. How can you copy a whole personality? And what's a Lens, too?
[Out of all of that, the thing he gets the most is creating a perfect harmony between a wielder and sword, but that's what the sword soul is for in his weird corner of reality.]
But I guess if it's such a young sword, it probably doesn't have a soul of its own yet, anyway...
[she can give kashuu a pass on this mostly because he's not from this world, or time, or whatever. it's when people should know but don't that she gets exasperated by being the smartest person in the room.
...while also enjoying being the smartest person in the room, naturally.]
A Lens is pretty powerful mineral, it's our prime source of energy! [she'll rummage around her desk, pulling up a crystal that is golden in color; one day, it'll be put right into this swordian.]
This is a Core Crystal, it'll be the centerpiece the great Swordian Berselius! [a beat, and:] When it's done.
We're still in the experimental phases of imbuing the personality into the Core Crystal, but once that's done and a little extra legwork, the Master and their Swordian will have a flawless, seamless consciousness to operate in tandem!
[she'll motion to a casing on the wall, which does seem to carry an unfinished sword—dymlos.] There's still a lot of work to be done, but there's no doubt that with my genius, it'll be a success!
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HERE SHE IS i'm sorry and also not
of destiny's current timeline.
and where kashuu find himself may not be all that unfamiliar in a technical sense. it's a military stronghold, a base that's totally encased in snow. of course, even if kashuu were to land anywhere else, it would be snow...
that's kind of what happens in the middle of an ice age, though this particular region will, in fact, stay cold and icy for the rest of time, because jrpg science deemed it so. plus, there's really not too much else to find—the world is pretty war torn, with dycroft, the aerial city and fortress looming overhead.
there are soldier everywhere, chanting in formation about taking out miktran and downing the fortress...
and one person who sure as hell stands out. because among all these drab soldier stand harold at 4'11, brightly colored and full of her own aesthetic that would make her seem like she doesn't belong here. never mind the fact that she built and invented 99% of the tech this military base operates on.
but there's a stranger in her midst, and she's curious. oh. so. curious.]
There's not much to see with a map. [because the world is an icy wasteland. she says it so matter-of-fact as she approaches.
you don't get something for nothing when it comes to harold berselius though, so she's pretty quick to get up in kashuu's personal space.] Well, you don't look like one of his, but you're not one of ours either.
[why does she say that?]
You're too cute and stylish for that! ♪ [which means.] I'm guessing you came from another time or dimension, so if you want a manicure, you're going to have to tell me everything I want to know, O-K?
IM NOT SORRY AT ALL
Harold, on the other hand, is definitely A Lot. Just a lot. Cute as hell, on the plus side - it's not often that he runs into people that he looks at and immediately thinks where did they get those clothes. It's also not often that people run into him and can pinpoint so many things so quickly.]
Ah—?
[So excuse the not-exactly-intelligent-sounding first reaction there. He's still trying to piece together what "you don't look like one of his or ours" means, on top of the immediate and entirely correct assumption that he's a totally out of place groundhog.]
...Okay well, first off, thank you. You have super good taste! [IMPORTANT THINGS FIRST.] Second... I'll take you up on that offer, I guess?
[He's at least not getting any distinct Aura of Corruption™ or anything, and if this isn't even his earth, things are probably fine. Probably.]
me: opens tab, also forgets to actually reply for a week :/
[look at her, kashuu. she's entirely too fabulous for this life, after all.
still, she's giving him a curious look. really, that personal space thing doesn't seem to exist at all, because she is looking him up and down—
and maybe poking at the fabric of his clothes. it's way too nice for him to be native... not to mention the fact that his sudden appearance and a slight change in temperature and wind seems to give away that there's some sort of time or dimension rift at play.
kashuu at least popped up in the right spot, because nobody else would be able to help him out like she can.]
Good, good! I wasn't giving you much of a choice anyway, so if you're a willing participant, it's e-ven be-tter! ★
[why does that sound vaguely like she's holding him hostage, we just don't know.]
LMFAO AH that struggle, an old friend...
[A SAGE NOD. It's true, Harold needs to come back to 2205 and become a top notch stylist-slash-Futuristic-Scientist or something. Just make an entire field of study out of nothing, it's fine.
But that is some vaguely suspicious wording there... Concern?! Not as much as concern as he should be feeling, though. She gets too many points for being on top of identifying weird time travelers and having good taste, apparently.
He also - perhaps strangely, perhaps not - doesn't seem to mind her being all sorts of up in his personal space. It's almost like he's used to being examined! Sure is sword up in here.]
That's fine, I guess, but I also kinda need to like... not be sticking around here too long, probably.
["Probably". Because maybe the timestreams could collapse or something WHO KNOWS. Time travel is a headache.]
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[d u h.
come on, kashuu. are people are cute as her really ever that benevolent without a bit of an ulterior motive? of course they're not, at least not as far as she's concerned. still, she maintains absolutely no concept of personal space, looping her arm with kashuu's and using her free one to point to a large looking building that's situated up ahead. she's.
very cheerful, if nothing else. which may or may not be mildly alarming, given who she is and what she's all about here.]
Vamoose! Let's go! [just trust her kashuu, it'll be fine, probably. especially considering the fact that she's probably going to figure out everything.
probably? though perhaps not before finding out his life story and wanting to examine him a little. one step a time though...
(as if she's ever gone one step at a time a day in her life.)]
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On the plus side, he doesn't seem too fussed about all of this! Maybe that's a concern. He should probably be at least a little fussed, but as long as she doesn't try knocking him out and selling his sword or something, he's good. Does he trust a total stranger to not knock him out and steal his shit? YEP. Someone help him.
But of course, he's looking this way and that as she leads their party of 2 over toward the building. So much snow. So many drab military suits...]
—Where are we, anyway? I don't recognize any of this.
[He's a little more open with how dang lost he is than he otherwise would be, just because she already seems to Know Things.]
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instead, she waves a hand flippantly, leading kashuu through the door and down a staircase. this place is deceptively large, lined with rooms of barracks and bigger rooms for generals... among other things. it's clear this is the brain center of the entire base, lush and luxurious for what it's meant to be and lined with all kinds of crazy technologies.
and yet, she just continues on with conversation so casually, like none of this is going on.]
Well, that's kind of obvious, isn't it? You're not in your own time... or your own world, right? The temporal balance is too skewed for it to be anything else. And I don't think you're stupid enough to not realize this is a military base.
[and then she'll lead him right into another room—her room, that is. and it's a mess, with things everywhere. papers with invention notes, models of the building they're in and other ships she's developing, cute clothes, stuffed animals—she is absolutely about both her work and cute things.
even if she apparently also doesn't have the time or energy to straighten up when science is happening.]
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It's nicer in here than it was in any of the rooms or areas they passed by, though. As a sword, you'd think he feels most at home in highly militarized places, but he finds them pretty boring and tedious. The necessities of war tend to fall into that category when they're not falling into the "straight-up horrific" category, as far as he's concerned.]
Wow... [There is just so much. There's so much happening here, there's so much. But most importantly--] Yeah, that's what's going on, but you're the first person I've ever met who... y'know, knew it? I mean, most people don't really do the whole time travel thing.
[Though it's not because the option isn't available where he comes from, at least...]
—If this is a base and you know what's going on, are you guys tied to the time war somehow?
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[well, she sure answered that one quickly, huh.] This war is all our own in this time. But now that I know there's a time war, you've got me cur-i-ous!
[why is harold berselius like this, we just don't know.]
I've tinkered a bit with the idea of time travel, but now's not really the time to go exploring, not until I finish my biggest contribution to this war effort, at least! [what does that even mean.]
So, who are you and what's all this time war business about here [choose your words wisely, kashuu. this is a woman who joined the tod2 party solely because she thought the idea of fighting and kicking the crap out of a goddess sounded like a fun experience.]
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But even if he maintains some wariness, he definitely just takes that at face value for now... Face value means he's also giving her a look of fair concern.]
Time travel's not really something humans should be messing around with, anyway... [Because apparently it just straight-up crushes them with temporal pressure and makes them glitch out like the matrix where he comes from?! Also, everything evil wants to change history and that's a problem.]
Um-- Anyway, I'm Kashuu Kiyomitsu, child beneath the river, captain of the first squad of the saniwa's Sword Army. [A LONGASS TITLE.] You can just call me Kashuu. ...We're trying to keep some real nasty guys from messing up our future, basically, but they're still working out the tech. [...] What war's going on here? Just a regular war?
["Regular" by whose definition...]
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Harold Berselius, Lieutenant Colonel of the Er'ther Army, as well as top, genius scientist, researcher and weapons & technology development! [basically, she has a top position because she's a genius and develops all of their weapons tech, not because she's out on the field leading troops.
though she's absolutely capable of wrecking shit in a fight if needed.]
I wouldn't call our war a "regular" one, but it all exists on the same plane of existence. Your war, and your technology though... ohoho! I'm interested in hearing more about it!
[of course she is. she could probably solve their tech problems in a real hurry. but one thing at a time, right? she seems interested, but she's also rummaging through a drawer for... something.]
Go on... sit, sit! Tell me more!
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I haven't heard of that army, so I guess this really is the wrong place...
[It's a good measurement to use, honestly. As a sword, he's most familiar with armies, after all... And even in all of the wrong worlds he's ended up in, he's never heard that.]
You really do a lot though, huh? No wonder you're so on top of stuff. [THAT SAID-- and he looks a little hesitant at this, but more because he doesn't really like being useless:]
If it's about technology, I don't think I can help much. I don't really get stuff like that. They just tell me how to use it and send me out to the frontlines, y'know? I'm no good with figuring out how it works.
[He only just used a digital camera for the first time recently...]
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[duh, kashuu. in any case:]
You can just tell me the parts you know—I'm sure I can fill in the blanks, anyway. [which is probably true.
she might also curse him later for tidying her room, because she's the kind of person who lives in a mess—but it's organized chaos. she knows where just about everything of value is in the mess. but for now? it's probably fine.
after a second, she'll just yell—]
Found it, there you are! [...and then slam the bottle of nail polish on the desk. you know, gently enough so it doesn't break.
she's got this.]
I TOOK A MURDER BREAK BUT FORGOT TO RETURN AFTER I DIED
Many.
Many.
So his eyes just light the hell up and he goes to inspect what color she's brought, forgetting about tidying and also about the actually important things for a hot second.]
Ooh, what kind is it? [SO EXCITED. But also, right, right, business--] Um... I guess you could say we're, like, in the business of eradicating time anomalies? And the things that cause 'em, of course.
it's fine bc i was too busy turbo murdering too ig
[it's definitely hot pink. she's got an assortment of colors, but pinks and purples are her favorites and it definitely matches harold's aesthetic, even if her own nails are currently matched well to her skirt.
the color she offers to kashuu matches her shorts and boots, so there's clearly an aesthetic thing going on.]
Ohooo, time anomalies. I'm no stranger to that one, but it sounds like you've got something different, unless you've got a pissy Goddess behind your messes too!
sometimes u just gotta murder hard for 5 weeks
[Because, as she can probably tell just from looking at him, his own palette tends to be more subdued and darker toned. Lots of reds, blacks, golds - for some reason, despite the fact that he always yells about wanting to be cute, he dresses more elegantly than anything.
He also looks a little Concerned™ about pissy Goddesses. Being a minor god himself, he knows... HE KNOWS... Gods and goddesses can be assholes.]
Nah... At least I don't think so? Just other tsukumogami like me and whoever's leading 'em. An enemy saniwa - ah, those're the guys who summon us.
we murdered and got murdered and it was good
[it's a very different aesthetic of her own—though she thinks it's a look at that suits him well enough. in any case, he'll get a bit of a shift with his manicure today?
it's fine, this is totally fine.
in any case, harold herself doesn't seem to be too fussed about the goddess thing. weird? she had fun with that part, though.
...maybe harold's just the weird one.]
Talk about a word salad. Things to learn, things to learn! ♪ [because of course.]
So these saniwa are the ones leading the charge. And you're... tsukumogami. I think I might need a bit of a better definition than that.
i cant believe you got murdered even tho you didnt die, paintrain game 2stronk
[Unlike some of his fellows, he's not a particularly gaudy bean... Dressing entirely in red would be Too Much for him - and he prefers to bring attention to things like his eyes anyway, without overpowering them. #aesthetic
Also look even if she's weird at least she has great taste, so it evens out!]
Kinda! The time government's in charge of 'em, but they're in charge of us. [A TRUE CHAIN OF COMMAND. What's the time government?? Who knows, 2+ years later and it's still a complete mystery.
He'll gesture to himself after that, though - and then to his sword.]
Tsukumogami are object spirits! Or tool kami, if you wanna get technical. Baaasically, this sword here is my body and I'm the spirit that was born from it! Like that.
i am pretty deda tbh
well, it's not hard to understand.]
So... you and the sword are one. The sword is you, and you're the sword.
[...she's.
sparkling.
why the hell is she sparkling?]
TOSSES A FLOWER TO THE SEA IN UR MEMORY..
Mmhm! You could say I'm the soul of this sword, and it's my true body. This one- [Pats his chest!] -was made for me by my new master.
[So he himself is a freaky weird magic anomaly, traveling through abnormal rifts in space-time to fight against other freaky weird magic anomalies. FUN FOR SCIENCE.]
rip in pieces, me
[she's pondering.]
I didn't think it could be done the other way around. Even putting a personality into a sword is pretty risky, but giving the soul of a sword a body of it's own, ohoooo! ♪
[she might be leaning in to poke kahuu a little. she really has no respect at all for personal boundaries.]
He sounds like that kind of person that would be a good rival for me!
weeks later, panzoom to aly still suffering in p5 murder hell
Though he now has So Many Questions. So many, and also a mild creeping concern--]
Eh? Don't fight aruji, he's already tired all the time. [It's no wonder, considering he has 50+ idiots to manage 24/7, including this one who hears "rival" and just automatically assume actual battles will be involved.]
But what do you mean, the other way around? Putting a personality into a sword-- D'you mean, like... A soul? Putting a soul in a sword?
[BAFFLING. AND ALSO VERY WORRISOME. Like, what if the sword already had a soul?! And what if the soul didn't want to be a sword! So many questions and zero answers.]
i mean, if it's not one hell, it's another anyway
[she'll eventually get to the part where she gives him a proper manicure, but they started talking technical shit and that gets harold riled up in a different way entirely.
whoops?
whoops.]
You could call it that, anyway. It's not exactly the same as putting a soul in. More like copying the personality to a very powerful Lens and outfitting it to a custom-made sword for the wielder to create a perfect resonance and harmony in battle!
[he doesn't want to know what happens when the soul and the sword soul have dissonance, it's alarming.
though she really doesn't actually know that side effect yet.]
these trueass words
[Except not at all because that's probably breaking like 5000 codes of spacetime travel conduct?! But he's just a sword okay, he's here for manicures and to be confused about complicated stuff he doesn't fully grasp. Like this! It's clear he's trying though, if nothing else.]
Mm... I'm not sure I get it. How can you copy a whole personality? And what's a Lens, too?
[Out of all of that, the thing he gets the most is creating a perfect harmony between a wielder and sword, but that's what the sword soul is for in his weird corner of reality.]
But I guess if it's such a young sword, it probably doesn't have a soul of its own yet, anyway...
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...while also enjoying being the smartest person in the room, naturally.]
A Lens is pretty powerful mineral, it's our prime source of energy! [she'll rummage around her desk, pulling up a crystal that is golden in color; one day, it'll be put right into this swordian.]
This is a Core Crystal, it'll be the centerpiece the great Swordian Berselius! [a beat, and:] When it's done.
We're still in the experimental phases of imbuing the personality into the Core Crystal, but once that's done and a little extra legwork, the Master and their Swordian will have a flawless, seamless consciousness to operate in tandem!
[she'll motion to a casing on the wall, which does seem to carry an unfinished sword—dymlos.] There's still a lot of work to be done, but there's no doubt that with my genius, it'll be a success!
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