☽ Video 001 ☾

[crescent_moon]

How curious! [The video camera turns on its side, flips over and then returns to viewing the young man’s face. His brilliant deep blue eyes turned brighter, causing the gold around the pupil to light up in pure amusement.] Ha ha! I have never seen such… Aruji-dono does have something similar…

[He smiles all the more in a serene manner, as he tilts his head to the side.] Perhaps someone can tell me where I am? I really shouldn’t be away too long from Aruji-dono, she might need as all of the Toushirous are truly a handful on her own. [A finger presses to his chin thoughtfully.] Though, Ichigo-kun should have his brothers in hand... perhaps I am here for a reason greater than preventing the altering of history?

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[dog_of_the_sun]

Amaterasu has gotten used to, by now, some objects acting on their own--the lucky mallet, for example, or the canine tracker of the Satomi clan. The 'bookmark' device, at least as far as she understood it, was similar enough that when it unfurled and showed a moving picture, she was not startled.

The names though, and the manner the other spoke...familiar, though the eyes were not. Hmmm. Regardless, it was a new arrival and the Goddess Wolf would go to greet them. It would allow her nose to sniff out further information.

The scroll-furled up once more and somehow tucking itself against her Solar Flare--there, but not, along with her other few items. Easy paces down the hallways, flowers springing to life in her wake before vanishing to energy once more. It would not take her long to come to where the new patron is.

[crescent_moon]

Mikazuki continued his strange observation of the bookmark, blinking a few times when it suddenly shrank and appeared to be no more than an ofuda in his fingertips. Idly tracing his own crest on the blue surface with his eyes, he barely noticed the soft padding of feet. Rather, the sudden trail of color drew his attention first. Tilting his head, he carefully slid the bookmark away to smile at the new arrival.

The marks were familiar, typically scrawled on masks and drawings from various places he'd been stored over time. The feeling of the Shinto religion struck him profoundly and felt oddly like coming home in certain ways. Kneeling down to one knee, he fixed his eyes on the wolf's and waved. If he'd been Ishikirimaru or even Taurotachi, he might have been able to put his finger on a name... but sadly, he was neither. "Hello there... I am Mikazuki Munechika... ha ha ha! You can talk, yes? Otherwise I would look quite silly. Though, Konnosuke-san can talk to us, so maybe I shouldn't feel so strange?"

[dog_of_the_sun]

Oh his manner of dress was most decidedly familiar, and the scent... Ammy sniffed again, and it was definitely Japanese, though not the way she was used to. Huh. Moving closer when he knelt, offering a bow of greeting before sitting, tall and graceful as any court lady might.

I speak, though this form is unsuited for human words. The tip of her tail, black as a brush, had waved and characters appeared in the air. Legible for the moment, then fading from sight, as if painted in ink that had vanished.

Welcome Munechika-san to the Library. I am Amaterasu.

[crescent_moon]

His eyes lit up at her name, his hands instantly clapping together. "Yes! I knew the markings were familiar." He chuckled happily as he instantly put the name of the sun goddess to memory. To think he would meet such a deity in a place like this? How strange. But then, how strange to be a sword in a human body.

"Amaterasu-sama... please call me Mikazuki." His creator's name was not something he tended to use as names of swords seemed different in comparison of typical Japanese names. "Munechika Sanjo was my creator and my name was bestowed on me for... Ah.. yes, you may not know?" He smiled brilliantly and shifted to pull his true form from the elaborate sheathe at his side. He held it out for her to see, the blade resting on gloved fingers so she could see the patterns in the metal. "The patterns resemble the crescent moon."

Pausing, he touched a long sleeve covered hand to his lips in thought. "Ah, yes.. you may not know what I am either. Hm..." He indicated the blade again. "This is my true form. Ha ha... a bit strange, ne?"

[dog_of_the_sun]

Her head tilted, and a canine grin and nod in acknowledgment. Creator? Hmmm that might account for it--and then he was explaining more even before she could ask. He did not seem like one of the tsukumogami... At least not one who had come about via the usual ways such things did.

Moving closer to examine the blade, it was easy to see the care its maker had put into it from the detail and the craftsmanship. Truly then, less an object-youkai and more a true spirit-embodying-the sword. More akin to a kami. It made sense to her.

There are many things that are strange in this place Mikazuki-san. Though you are unique, you are not special in your strangeness here. Another smile though, and she got to her feet. Please also call me Ammy. I am brought to this place to help it, just as you have been requested to be.

[crescent_moon]

"Mm, I noticed this. Almost as strange as waking up as I am." The surprise of being called forth by the Saniwa had been extraordinary. Things as simple as breathing and truly feeling the world had been a shock. A private and quiet shock, but still a shock nonetheless. "Thank you for your kindness."

Perhaps she did not mean it so much a kindness as a truth... but to be treated as something of an equal and not simply a sword was refreshing. To be able to experience more beyond the past and all he knew was a gift. "Ah, right... do you know the reason for which we are here? I had been called to save history so it would not be altered... but this place... it has another purpose, yes?"

Slowly sliding the sword back into the sheathe, the musical sound was something he could feel reverberating down his spine. He and the sword were one. He was the soul... the sword was the body so to speak. "Mm, I forget myself... I am pleased to meet you, Ammy." With that he bowed politely with all the elegance of the Heian era.

[dog_of_the_sun]

He was doing just fine; Ammy really didn't try to be that formal, especially in this form, unless it was needed. There were bigger things to deal with much of the time, and some people put too much stock in appearances and dignity and formality and all that. Which didn't mean it couldn't be important--simply that it was not ALWAYS important.

We have been asked here to help save this place, and it is indeed more than you might suspect. It takes the form of the Library, and is threatened by Darkness, threatening existence and all whom depend upon this place.

It was as succinct and clear as she could easily explain. Nor was the Goddess Wolf entirely sure she understood it all herself...she somewhat wished Issun was around. Not least because he was used to asking the questions while Ammy would nap.

The Librarians have requested we, as patrons, aid them in protecting and defending this place.

[crescent_moon]

Strangely luminous eyes moved about the vaulted ceilings and around the room taking in the books and thinking about what the sun goddess meant with her words. Where things certainly felt different, he was merely a sword. A weapon meant to fight in battles and serve a master. This felt strange... like he was dropped in a place with no master.

Did he simply... learn to survive and operate on his own? Or were these librarians his new masters?

Returning his gaze to the wolf, he smiled at her gently. "If you say this place is important, I cannot disagree with you and therefore my mission has been altered for the time being." With a little pang of sadness, he realized that possibly... his saniwa would simply forge a new copy of him... and he would not be missed. Perhaps, he would console himself solely with knowing this was very important as well.

"Ha ha.. I do hope someone here knows how to care for swords." Grinning a little, he tipped his head to the side. "I do not believe I had time to remember to grab a cleaning kit before I left."

[dog_of_the_sun]

Ammy moved closer and reached out a paw against him, patting gently before moving just enough to brush his legs. Affectionate, before sitting once more and giving him a doggy-grin. Tail wags, and more words in the air.

If your true form is that sword, then I can take care of you. An affirmative woof, and her head tilted. Little Crescent Moon, you are from my home, even if it is not my home. You are far from alone.