(He stops to look back at Kaeya, gold eyes watching focusing on the knight. He's an old spirit, one that has been around others for a long time. Does he really buy what Kaeya is saying? Does he really believe what most people say around him? Hm.)
You're still quite young.
(He gently corrects Kaeya and turns on his heel, his robes billowing and twisting with the motion. Kiku begins to shift forms, freeing his arms and the long sleeves of his kimono look like wings. Everything with him is always for show, )
Did you know you can learn lessons from old stories? There are many stories but in every versionn, to break a promise with a crane ends with it leaving forever, never to be seen again.
(Beside him, Kiku stands in a form she has shown before but doesn't take particularly often-- a red crowned crane. She watches Tsurumaru, her wings tucked neatly at her side,)
Be careful.
(He rests a hand on his sword,)
If there's something you want to know, you should ask it.
[ the look causes kaeya to give pause. polaris stops just as well, watches as in a flurry of white, suddenly tsurumaru stands before him now with a hand resting on his sword at his side and kiku beside him, a magnificent crane. they stand in silence for a moment, the pressure of the hallway heavy, drawing inwards. but it's the sort of pressure that causes kaeya to lift his head a bit.
in a flurry of white, polaris bursts into a peacock form. tail sweeping around him. if there is a mask, it is coming off. ]
I know. You're ancient.
[ i've seen your profile. kaeya commits every strange elder to memory. but he tries to allow it to come out with time. tsurumaru swirls in delectable metaphor that reminds kaeya of old liyue poetry, from the tea houses where in the streets they speak of rex lapis and his mighty adepti.
leaving forever, never to be seen again. ]
Will you tell me what you are, Tsurumaru? I want to know.
(It looks like they're both showing themselves, or at least, showing a facet,)
Oh, I'm not quite that old.
(But he is, undeniably, old.)
After a life of service, an object receives a soul. Therefore, when an object reaches its 100th year, it becomes alive and aware. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later; it depends on the service.
(He speaks plainly, as if this is normal. Because it is. It's just how things are.)
Tsurumaru Kuninaga, forged a thousand years ago in the Heian Era and passed down through the years from master to master. I'm quite well known where I'm from.
(He taps the sword at his side once more, drawing attention to it,)
Some even consider me one of the greatest swords in Japan.
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You're still quite young.
(He gently corrects Kaeya and turns on his heel, his robes billowing and twisting with the motion. Kiku begins to shift forms, freeing his arms and the long sleeves of his kimono look like wings. Everything with him is always for show, )
Did you know you can learn lessons from old stories? There are many stories but in every versionn, to break a promise with a crane ends with it leaving forever, never to be seen again.
(Beside him, Kiku stands in a form she has shown before but doesn't take particularly often-- a red crowned crane. She watches Tsurumaru, her wings tucked neatly at her side,)
Be careful.
(He rests a hand on his sword,)
If there's something you want to know, you should ask it.
(Maybe Kaeya should just try asking directly!!!)
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in a flurry of white, polaris bursts into a peacock form. tail sweeping around him. if there is a mask, it is coming off. ]
I know. You're ancient.
[ i've seen your profile. kaeya commits every strange elder to memory. but he tries to allow it to come out with time. tsurumaru swirls in delectable metaphor that reminds kaeya of old liyue poetry, from the tea houses where in the streets they speak of rex lapis and his mighty adepti.
leaving forever, never to be seen again. ]
Will you tell me what you are, Tsurumaru? I want to know.
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Oh, I'm not quite that old.
(But he is, undeniably, old.)
After a life of service, an object receives a soul. Therefore, when an object reaches its 100th year, it becomes alive and aware. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later; it depends on the service.
(He speaks plainly, as if this is normal. Because it is. It's just how things are.)
Tsurumaru Kuninaga, forged a thousand years ago in the Heian Era and passed down through the years from master to master. I'm quite well known where I'm from.
(He taps the sword at his side once more, drawing attention to it,)
Some even consider me one of the greatest swords in Japan.