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Who: Cara + You
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Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

Apparently many people on the Fleet seem to be suffering from sadness. I have come up with some suitable solutions for you.

One: Crying. (This works for many)
Two: Drinking. (I'm less sure of this)
Three: Cuddling.

These usually work from what I've seen of people with . . . feelings. Hopefully you will all recover soon.

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Ah, so you feel it, but you learned not to, huh?

[That sounds useful, actually. It'd make being here a hell of a lot easier.]

Pretty interestin'. So what'd you do that got you to learn that sort of thing?

I didn't do anything. But we're raised on a very particular routine.

[ Lots of torture and murder. ]

Your people?

[Since he's assuming she's human, regardless of how emotionless she is.]

Swords don't get raised, we just get made. What routine'd you do?

You wouldn't want to know.

[Well, that's an assumption. He shrugs though. If she doesn't want to talk about it, then she doesn't want to talk about it.]

Eh, aight.

But my offer to punch stuff still stands. I can handle more than most humans can if you're interested.

I'll keep it in mind. I miss a good fight.

Yeah, me too.

Miss killin' on the field the most, but [Eh, shrug.] nothing doin' about that, I guess.

It is worrying though. I wouldn't want to lose my skills because I came here.

Isn't there a place to spar or whatever here? It seems kinda big to not have anything t'do like that.

The Iskaulit. It has what people call a "gym" where people train themselves.

So like a dojo, huh?

[He sounds interested and actually pretty happy to hear that.]

Well, hell, why not head over there sometime? Sounds like it could be fun.

[ Cara's brow creases as she has no idea what a "dojo" is. ]

Certainly, if you let me know when.

Anytime you're free, I'm down to fight.

[a beat]

Name's Doudanuki Masakuni, the war sword.

Cara.

Which name do I use?

Doudanuki, I guess. Unless you wanna use "Doutanuki." I got two different names, so I don't care which one you wanna use.

I've never known someone to have that many names before. I will use Doudanuki then.

Rust, you shoulda heard some of the humans I used to belong to. Or some of the other swords. Dunno why they had to have such long names. Stuff like the formal name, family name, first name, casual name, I don't even know.

[He thinks his name is simple - his smith and his smith's house. Pure and simple.]

Anyway, nice t'meet you, Cara.

Likewise.

[ Naming weapons. Cara could never understand that kind of sentiment. ]

What is the strangest name you've heard?

[Ugh, thinking back on the hundreds of different masters he's had is impossible. Being that he's got the consciousness of every sword ever made by his swordsmith in his head and he was a mass produced weapon, he's stuck for a good long time and he combs through his memories.]

I dunno, but lords had a lot of names and some of 'em changed depending on what title they had.

One of my first masters was called Kato Kiyomasa, but his court title was Higo-no-Kami 'cause he ruled the Higo Province. He also had a couple other titles that weren't all that interestin' to me.

As a kid I heard he was called Yashamaru, but his first name was actually Toranosuke. In the future, people call him Seishokou-san

How . . . absurdly complicated.

In comparison, sword name's ain't that hard. It's just our smith name and if we got a name ourselves.

Did someone make you and . . . give you life?

Sort...of? [He takes a breath as he readies to tell the not all that fascinating story of his life in brief.]

Someone made my blade. A hundred years later, my spirit came to live in it.

A few hundred years after that, my Saniwa summoned my spirit outta the sword and gave me this body I'm walkin' around in now.

What a brief yet convenient story.

I dunno what you wanna hear. Tsukumogami spend the first hundred years waitin' for something to be around and cared for long enough that we can come live in it. Until then, we don't got a lot of [He vaguely gestures with one hand, clunking it against his helmet in his lap.] stuff going on.

'Sides I wasn't used or collected for anythin' so I spent most of my life sitting in basements and warehouses or gettin' melted for scrap metal.

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