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@ withcertum 

          ───   T he pillars seemed countless, beams of light holding up the endless sky-like abyss above, quantities and distances that couldn’t be calculated by the science of humans. Each beam a new world - the representation of a universe, a door to a brand new unknown. Such a place was a treasure to explore, Kogitsunemaru had to agree; it had not been the first time he had been aware of multiple worlds - the timelines of his home intersected at the point his Master created, so even for him there had already been two - but perhaps he had never considered so many. The light beams which stretched across the ethereal plane of the Stargate put it into perspective and he pondered, ever so curiously, what sort of splendors each gate held.

         With a slow, fascinated meander he wandered, drifting his attention from one gate to the next; a fox spirit adrift in space. He wondered what it must have been like for his Saniwa, whom had already grown accustomed to journeying between worlds; to be a traveler between places, without knowledge of the rules of each universe, adapting to foreign trials -- thus the sword became acutely aware he truly knew nothing of these new portals, of dangers or customs or laws. Carrying with him both he and his Master’s curiosity, it would do no good should he not return from the Stargate; perhaps the advice of a more seasoned traveler was required before bounding into the worlds before his feet. The attire of the girl he approached was unique, a certain air about her seemed to imply she’d seen it all; she looked the part of a traveler; and found among the open-dimension of the Stargate, one would have to assume such a role. Manners honed from years within the Emperor’s courts at the side of a family whom ensnared themselves into royalty, the fox’s greeting was a courteous bow upon approach - an old-world respect that was matched with a curious smile and a sharp, inquisitive gaze.

       “ If you’ll allow the intrusion... from one wanderer upon this plane to another. How does a foreigner navigate these countless worlds? When considered, my country of origin is rather small... not that I dislike it. But as a traveler, perhaps my mind has become small too, compared to the endless number of worlds before me. ”

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@ rifleshots

          ───   S and, which whipped in the light wind at his face and caught in his meticulously cared for fur (aggravating him to think of how long it would take to get out of every crevice of his body and robes) covered the desolate ground which stretched as far as the eye could see. He’d wandered to the edges of the civilization that the star-gate had opened to in order to find greenery upon that dusty ground... yet all his eyes met with was a plane of emptiness. Certainly, there had to be water sources and plant life somewhere in order to sustain life here, but it was a far cry from the ancient world the sword hailed from. Where they had fields in their own back yard, tended to their own crops; they watched the changing seasons with the cherry blossoms and danced among the naked branches amidst the snowfall. This planet in itself looked a tragedy, stung his nose and his eyes and cracked his lips. An absent lick to the corners of his mouth was only wrought with more of a reminder of the eternal blanket of sand this world had fallen under, harsh against his tongue. The fox clicked his tongue in displeasure, scowling across the desert and deciding this planet was not something any creature should have had the unfortunate fate of surviving upon; a fire red sunset that painted an orange dusk across the dunes and rock formations of the desolate world.

        It was possible that thus was the reason for the sword’s surprise, as he turned his back to the wind and brought one hand up to shield his sensitive eyes and nostrils, grinding sharp canines down upon his lower teeth -- that his crimson eyes fell upon a girl of even more brilliant red. The first thing he could think of, with her skin bare to the elements, was how on earth she cared for herself in such a harsh climate; his discomfort was more than apparent from even the barest of time spent outside. The second, of far greater interest, was the grandest musket he’d ever seen upon her back, a futuristic weapon with a size as if it were the oodachi of guns. He had first mistaken it for the scabbard of a sword significantly larger than himself, but upon closer inspection it was, for certain, a gun unlike any he’d seen the soldiers of the Citadel carry. With a wary curiosity the ear-like crests within his hair perked, sharp gaze observing from the short distance between the two of them.

        “ Hmm... even with such a big weapon, how does one survive such a place? Even the most wild of animals must find it difficult to adapt. How difficult it must be, to keep the sheen of your hair and your spirits up. What sort of time is this? ”

        Spoken like a true outsider - even if he had yet to realize there were many with appearances similar to his, animalistic in nature...

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      “ If I had known we were going to have so many visitors, I would have groomed my fur a bit more... ”

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【C88】刃鳴咲乱・破イラスト本

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@ butterflyprayers

      ───   W hite light, blinding like the radiance of a thousand stars condensed into a pillar like a gateway to the heavens themselves, illuminated the sharp features on Kogitsunemaru’s face, washing his entire being in the milky tone of his hair as he leaned his nose close in investigation. Sitting cross-legged upon the wooden planks of the inner Citadel with palms planted firmly upon the floor in front of him, he drew close enough so that the radiance tingled the very tip of his nose, a curious sensation that pulled at his skin like an alluring wind into the abyss. The great beam of light had been here for a short time now; no one knew where it came from, not even the Saniwa from a time long into the future. Investigation was certainly in order - though they had not the time nor the troops for a full scale operation, one by one those that found themselves with freedom tested the borders beyond the mysterious door - the fox, as curious as he was, had been no exception. As the strange feeling grew stronger upon his nostrils and cheeks he pulled back, lightly shaking off the tingling with a toss of his head and an abrupt sneeze. It appealed to him; a door of such average size, yet holding such infinite possibility, a surprising result from its limited appearance...

   As he pawed at the tip of his nose with one finger, footsteps behind him became audible to his ears; perking slightly, the tachi turned his head to cast a thin glance over his shoulder, meeting the approaching sword with a pleasant smirk. His company had not been unexpected; their Saniwa had asked of their investigation, after all, as a pair of swords on the hip could be safer than one. Pushing off the ground and rising to the full height of his towering form, he greeted the fellow tachi with a single nod of his head.

    “ Master said to take care when approaching the light... I’d like to ensure Master has nothing to worry about, so I’ll return once I’ve gathered something to report. The stars can be wild... not that I am a beast who’s wild nature can be underestimated. ” Purring curiously, one hand lazily rested against the hilt of his steel-self, the sheathed sword upon his waist. “ Are you going to explore the worlds for Master as well? Ooh... perhaps you already have? I wonder, what sorts of things have you discovered? ”

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@ arkcam

      ───   I t should have come as no surprise when he’d found the stranger in their midst; that mysterious gate which had materialized itself in the Citadel brought all sorts of odd stories with it - whispered rumors through the halls that an individual from another universe had found their way upon these grounds passed the lips of soldier after soldier, eventually reaching even the tachi’s ears. There was a quiet buzz of curiosity that brought the ordinary day to life, though Kogitsunemaru was unsure exactly who it was who had seen the intruder or what that person may have been like. Only once he had wandered into the stables - with much reluctance towards his daily task of caring for the horses, those miserable beasts who thought so highly of themselves - had his eyes fallen upon that very traveler, rumors budding to fruition before his eyes. It could have simply been a tale, but no; for certain, an unknown was here. His claws, which had scratched petulantly at the back of his neck - as if their sharpness would numb his irritation towards the task at hand - slid down to his cheek, resting there to turn his head ever so slightly to the side in intrigue. The other-worlder was a far more pleasant sight than the snorting, hooved beasts in their stalls; a pleasant distraction from work he had no desire for.

   “ The spirit who wandered in through the gate... it seems I’ve found it. ”

    Crossing the dusty ground and affording the horses in front of them nothing more than a distasteful sneer and a flash of canines, the welcome company of the other was greeted instead by the barest upcurl of a grin and a sauntering swish of hair, swaying white locks tied back by a golden bow, rocking back and forth with his gait like the pendulum tail of a curious old pup. There was no mistaking where he came from - from away, those garments shouted, impossible to find belonging in this warring era. The stars brought all sorts of fascinations these days, of places even further away than Master’s home...

    “ To explore the stables, of all places... hm. The horses will give you nothing but derision, and it has quite a stink to it. Wouldn’t you rather this small fox as your guide? ” A quiet rumble of a chuckle bubbled from the depths of this throat. “ Though my own curiosity isn’t small in the least. ”

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@ unapostle

        ───   “ O ooh. A traveler has wandered in, I see? ”

    Crimson eyes greeted the stranger from the wooden landing, standing to place himself between the open entrance to the building’s inner quarters and the foreigner so out of place against the melting snow in the yard. That keen nose of his could smell it, the fresh new life budding and the oncoming of spring; but more interesting, perhaps, was that unknown visitor with a scent far more curious than the rotation of seasons. Something strange, uncertain of maliciousness or benevolence, though innocent upon first glance. A purr of amusement rumbled in his throat, padding carefully out into the yard on steps graceful like those taken on paws, grinning with an unreadable playfulness that tested his company as friend or foe. This home of his was a sacred place to the fox, after all; their enemies were many, and from the stories his beloved Master had told, not all futures were kind. Kogitsunemaru was the Saniwa’s sword, the loyal guardian fox at the gate; no trespasser would pass should he not prove worthy, nor of good heart.

    I shall play with you instead, that interested grin seemed to speak, idly watching each movement with the fixated eyes of an animal focused on a bird. Eyes that could not be deceived - for he would play a trick in turn, a relentless game guised as entertainment that would protect the Citadel from intruders.

    “ Master is busy at the moment, but perhaps you’d like to dance with this small fox instead? I’m curious to see what sort of paths you’ve walked to reach here... Would you mind entertaining me? ”

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@ fleurdepavot 

        ───   H is nose had followed a sweet smell, something foreign that wafted across the hard stone walkway which ran through the center of the city buildings. The European styled homes were hardly something he was accustomed to, but that smell; a delicious, curious enticement, sweet baked goods unfamiliar to anything Kogitsunemaru ever had the pleasure of encountering. Slowly he meandered closer, crossing the gap between the two parallel lines of shops and homes in the foreign city. The stars were full of wonders it seemed, thousands of playgrounds for a small fox’s entertainment; sights and tastes to be swallowed in whatever whim his curiosity would drag him upon. And thousands of dangers that came with those unknown worlds...

    For example: the large, armored ‘cart’ that came at him at a speed that bested any horse, when he tried to cross the road without concern.

    His reflexes were quicker than it, an animal’s leap backwards at the precise fate-deciding moment which sent him nearly landing on top of a flowerbed that lined the sidewalk, just high enough to touch his sandals to cement - though he did nearly plow into a young woman, sending the air he cut through so quickly through against her. Whipping his white mane around sharply as he bared his fangs, that look leveled upon the cart from the future that sped away - as it should have, for there were claws here that would have torn his enemy apart for its unwarranted attack. Instead its retreat was met with growled words, sharp as steel itself.

    “ To have my fur messed up by such inconsideration...! It seems I have met something that trumps even the horses’ derisive temperament. ”

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@ hangedgarry

         ───    H e stood out like a fine piece of art in the wrong gallery, a cultural misplacement against France’s fine works and the tourists and locals that milled about, trading awkward stares between themselves and the man from the wrong era and perhaps dimension to those lucky few souls who were aware of the twinkling gate of stars that connected worlds apart. He leaned over, chin caught with two inquisitive fingers and lips parted to reveal the barest points of canines as crimson eyes observed the artwork before him with a serious, focused intent. Puzzling and fascinating, the obscure meaning in the painting was nothing like the artistic depictions one could find in the capital... was this the sort of art Master could find in her time?

     “ Ooh. ” 

      An absent, growl like hum of interested curiosity was followed by a sudden perk of the silky white ear-like crests of hair atop Kogitsunemaru’s head, an awareness of the presence who finally decided to approach him from more than several feet of distance. Cocking his head to the side with the same interest he gave the artwork before him, the stranger was regarded with a soft upcurl of lips.

     “ Although the design is quite simplistic, there is quite a deep meaning behind it... this small painting is quite big, too. Something small can be so big... almost like this fox. It’s quite interesting. ”

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── greetings my dear new eri friends!! ❀

i’m pika and i’ll be your foxy sword kogi through all this world jumping! it’s a pleasure to meet you all and i’m really excited to get going with this. i can’t wait to get writing with everyone!

i’ll get to work on an open intro post but i wanted to do a starter call here as well in case anyone was interested in getting a specific starter from me! like this post and i’ll hop in your askbox for some quick setting plotting (let me know if you have any preferences!) and then write a starter up for you. i’ll cap it at 5 for now just to be safe. i gave up on the cap and am managing really well so for now this post is open and has no limit. like away if you want a starter from me!

looking forward to meeting you!

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