☽ 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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[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.