( open ) when he opened the box, he aged 300 years

[minogame]

Who: Urashima and you
When: July 11-12
Where: Various
What: Urashima remembers something from the past and basically ages 300 years tbh.


1. ( 7/11 ) Waking up, Eris' Temple (closed)

(Urashima has always been an early riser. From the moment he arrived in the Far Shore, he was always one to wake up in the morning and get moving-- whether it be helping out around the temple, training on his own, or finding a friend to bother. It was an old habit, developed from months of waking up early to train and clean at the citadel, not that he remembered. He only knew this was a thing he did and he didn’t mind.

As he wakes, he turns over in his bed and recalls a dream he’d just had. A dream? Is that what he’s remembering right now?

Being in a room, tucked away to the side but also on display. Men and women crowding around him to point and exclaim, “There it is. Urashima Kotetsu.” That’s him. That’s his name but someone reaches out to him and picks up. Not by the arms, not from the stomach, but they pick up so easily, turning him over in their hands and it feels so wonderfully natural… “Is it authentic?” Someone asks and he practically glows because he knows the answer. Yes, he’s an authentic Kotetsu sword.

And that’s when it hits him.

Snapping up in bed, he practically falls out of it, scrambling to find his sword. To find himself. He finds it nearby (it’s always nearby) and he grabs it with shaking hands, heart racing, breath gone. That wasn’t a dream. When you remember a dream, you know its a dream. When he remembered this one, it felt real.

The realization sends him into a panic as he tries to stop the memory from seeping into mind, taking place, filling in empty spaces with something. He’s a sword. He’s a spirit. A tsukumogami.)

No… no, no, no…!

( Urashima's a good kid— a good shinki. Always keeping himself in line, Oona's never had to feel any sort of twinge of guilt from him and for all of his naïveté and youth, he was confident and brave, never feeling any real fear.

Until now. He's never felt this way before. Not in his time in the Far Shore and not in his old life— never in over three hundred years. He's afraid to the point he's working himself into more and more of a panic. Good morning, Oona. )

2. ( 7/11 ) Afternoon, a park in the near shore (open)

( After he'd had a chance to recover from his earlier panic, Urashima tries to find some time to think about his new memory properly. Not that there's much to really think about. Being a shinki, he'd never worried about his lack of memories. Things simply were the way they were and everything would be okay. Of course, he'd had basic knowledge of some things but for other things, he'd had to assume. He'd assumed he knew how to use a sword before and that he liked practicing just like he'd assumed he'd been human. And now, in an instant, he'd changed. He'd gone from being human to never being a human at all. With a single memory, he'd aged.

In the park, he sits on the edge of a bridge over a small stream, leaning against the guard railing. His feet kick at the air and he holds out his sheathed sword in front of him. He'd tried to leave it behind at the temple but after remembering… he couldn't quite leave it behind. It's a good thing normal people don't notice shinki and gods.

He keeps it sheathed but he knows exactly what the blade looks like. He knows the carving on the blade— Urashima Taro, the forge date. Over three hundred years.

He frowns and lets out a loud, frustrated sigh before trying to say the word on his tongue, )

Tsukumogami…

( Those who know Urashima might also realize that while there are other children in the park, Urashima doesn't appear particularly interested in playing with them right now. )

3. ( 7/12 ) Morning, the Far Shore (open)

( Now that he's had a day to adjust. Urashima appears to bounce back to his usual self. He's taken to exploring the Far Shore a bit, passing the different temples on some sort of curious quest. And maybe you're just minding your own business doing your own thing or maybe you look like you need to be bothered but one way or another, Urashima asks, )

Hey, hey! Have you ever heard of "Ryujin?"

Comments

[minogame]

I won't look!

( And look, he's an honest kid so he wouldn't lie? )

Hmm... I'll wait here? I can count to a hundred! Or until you come you come back? Which one?

[kokuyoyo]

I'll just come back for you....

[Still. Just in case, he puts Mukurou down by him and then starts to walk off.]

[The owl stares.]

[minogame]

Okay.

( And he'll wait! With Mukurou... has Urashima mentioned how uneasy Mukurou makes him? Because he sure makes him uneasy and he pets Kamekichi nervously while he waits. Where is Chikusa......... )

[kokuyoyo]

[Hiding your sword like you asked him to. Duh.]

[But he comes back in ten minutes, where it's possible that five of those were because he's slouching and shuffling in no particular hurry. There's then half a minute where he pauses to look at how intensely Mukurou is staring Urashima down.]

...It's done...

[He's not sure what this will accomplish, but he certainly hid it. It's tucked out of sight and hidden well.... in a baby's stroller.]

[The mother has to be given credit: she certainly came prepared, and all those baby caring tools were very good in hiding the sword.]

[minogame]

( Chikusa comes back and Urashima jumps up. He's ready! It's strange, really. The entire time, he's had a general idea of where Chikusa was going and now that he's supposed to be looking for it, he sets off int the right direction immediately.

It doesn't take him long to find it at all but he stops just short and screams, )

Chikusa?!

( THE BABY CARRIAGE?!?!?! )

[kokuyoyo]

[As Urashima sets off, Chikusa lingers behind just to pick up Mukurou before he starts to shuffle off. Hes still a good minute behind him, however, when he hears that scream.]

[Give him a second to catch up.]

What?

[minogame]

( What?! Urashima can't believe what he's hearing. )

How am I supposed to get that?!

( POINTS AT THE CARRIAGE. Look, give him some points because he knows exactly where the sword is hidden without even seeing it for himself and he found it in almost no time at all but why!!! )

[kokuyoyo]

Just get it, I guess.

[What's the problem? He doesn't see a problem here. Still, coming up besides Urashima, he blinks down at the carriage.]

....I thought that'd be good enough...

[minogame]

( Ugh, he knows he's hard to see because he's a shinki but he feels like even a mother would realize a strange kid reaching into her baby's carriage. )

It wasn't...!

( Not in the way it should have been. But before he can complain anymore, he's already running over to the carriage. He hovers a bit before sticking his hand in and snatching his sword back which results in the baby shrieking bloody murder. He tucks his sword behind his back out of sight just in time for the mother to shriek at him for being too close to her baby and he runs away yelling repeated apologies. )

He could have been hurt, you know!

[kokuyoyo]

[Which makes one wonder how Chikusa did it. Perhaps just a special way with kids?]

[Well, either way he's not helping out at all, instead just standing to the sidelines and watching as the show unfolds with Mukurou in his arms. When Urashima berates him, Chikusa merely shrugs.]

I don't think babies can lift swords.