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Who: Doudanuki Masakuni
Broadcast: Video, Fleetwide
Action: Caprine, if interested
When: Now!

[Welcome to Doudanuki's Very Important PSA. He turns on the video and stands back, dressed in the Fleet provided beige jumpsuit. He has his sword sheathed in one hand and clears his throat.]

Alright, since I've had to explain this rusts know how many times just on the last planet, I figured I'd just show you all at once.

My name's Doudanuki Masakuni. I'm a war sword, and yes, I mean that literally. This body? [He points to the human form.] Is a manifestation. This body? [He holds the sword out in front of him.] Is my real body.

I'm a tsukumogami. I live in a sword. I have a human body 'cause my saniwa, my current master, used their powers to give me one. And in case you keep doubtin' me?

[He tosses his sword on his bunk behind him. Then he suddenly disappears in a flash of light just as the sword hits the bed.

A moment later he reappears in a flash of light and a shower of cherry blossom petals, dressed in his usual armor and black clothing. He's now holding his sword across his lap as he sits cross-legged on the bed. For a moment he looks disoriented, then he shakes his head, dislodging a few cherry blossoms, and looks at the camera again.]

If you got questions, I'll answer them today and today only. After that, don't tell me I can't be a sword or I'll punch you.

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Yeah, the Citadel's got over 50 of us, I think.

[Not counting the corrupted swords in the Retrograding Army, of course.]

I forgot to count, but there's been a lot of new swords showin' up lately.

So they must, of course, be fighting each other constantly, being all pointy and such.

[Will Turner would love that Citadel.]

Only when we're assigned to sparring or training. Most of us get along pretty well.

[Despite being pointy and such. Unless you count some of the swords like the Shinsengumi swords and Mutsu, or Hasebe and Souza, or Ookanehira and Uguisumaru or...

...huh.]

.....Mostly.

You know, lad -- and I'm not being one what wants to judge -- but it sounds a bloody horrible existence.

Better'n being melted down for scrap or lost at the bottom of the ocean.

[Or broken for fun.]

You humans don't take the best care of your stuff, you know.

Not true! We take very good care. My ship, for example! She's my pride and joy, lad! Pride and joy!

Yeah? What's her name?

[Since it's his pride and joy and all, he assumes it has a name.]

The Black Pearl.

[ISN'T THAT A GORGEOUS NAME??]

[And he assumed right.

He's hoping the ship is actually black and not actually made of pearl though. That would be a highly impractical ship.]

How big is she? I don't really remember bein' taken across the sea myself, but I know I've been there and that the ships were huge.

She is HUGE and GIGANTIC. Terrifies the ladies, mate!

[WINK WINK.]

...Why would your ship terrify people? Ain't that a bad thing?

[How to explain this to a sword...]

Sometimes? The ladies LIKE bein' terrified!

[That explained nothing to him, Jack. Nothing at all.]

So women are weird, then. Good to know. What, does your ship turn into a ghost or something?

She moves so fast, mate, that she might as well be!

[Sort of. The Black Pearl is as close to an undead ship as you can get.]

But it's more about how impressive she is. It just throws the ladies for a loop!

Impressive by bein' scary and fast?

[He doesn't sound impressed. Mostly because he can't imagine why a ship would ever be scary to anyone.

Or why this guy is so hung up on terrifying women.]

An' biggish and huge and massive, aye!

[Lots of projecting, here.]

[[OOC: I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. Feel free to ignore/drop the thread if you want to move on from here.]]

[He doesn't understand this, but well - humans are weird.]

....Uh, sure thing then? I guess?

[He doesn't really know what to say to that.]

Well, you'll have to t'make due with these ships then. They aren't that huge, but they can go in space?

Been makin' due. I suppose I'm safer here, for the moment. Small favors.

[He's talking about his soul, not his life, which he hasn't felt all that in control of since arriving here.]

Safer? What, were you in a lot of danger back home with your ship?

[He's thinking of life and limb because he only ever really thinks about that and not metaphysical things like the soul - despite being a spirit.]

[The whole kit and caboodle had been under dire threat for some time, yes.]

You could say that, I suppose. Though it's all part of life, being a pirate -- the sudden, unexpected onset of death could occur at any time. I suppose swords view things differently.

[Danger, Jack Sparrow! Danger!]

Pirates, huh?

[He didn't have a lot of experience with pirates, except through hearing of their invasions on occasion.]

That's a pretty dangerous job, yeah. I guess you'd be in danger there - fights, invasions, other pirates, the law.

[None of which swords had to worry about.]

Swords don't have to worry about ANY of those things! Bet you've absolutely nothing to worry about, save for perhaps rust. Notches. Very obstinate shields. Welshmen.