Oichi-no-Kata, younger sister of Oda Nobunaga and the wife of Azai Nagamasa. Demure, sweet and passive, this quite woman is easily pushed around...AAAAAAAAA
I’m so sorry everyone
Mun got really sick for the past few weeks but I’m up and running again!
I’m sorry for anyone who has been waiting on me ; A ;
I’ll try to respond in the next few days, exams and rearing their ugly heads
When done just for you, hm? What an insightful metaphor, one that left Diaochan speechless. Was she not worthy of planting, picking, and withering an entire field of flowers? She had sacrificed so much, put herself in so much danger- would her flowers ever grow? Was that an irrelevant thought now that she wasn’t.. home anymore? Had her plan failed, or had it not even taken off? Gah, this place was so confusing.. she wished that Chen Gong was here or maybe her father had an idea of what was going on. She couldn’t help but to think that most of the world’s truly beautiful flowers were not shown to the public, but choose to keep this idea to herself.
She watched the darkness that listened to Oichi’s plea, still not quite understanding how this all worked. Some things were better that way. When smooth fingers brushed her own smooth fingers, she recoiled- mind clouded with darkness. Just briefly she could see her adopted father dead at the feet of Dong Zhuo, her Lord Lu Bu’s head impaled on the end of a spear like some ghostly decoration. Nothing once more, she gazed with glossy, distant eyes at Oichi. Such sadness- had she been able to control that? “A.. a new friend. Yes. I would like that, I would like to.. to be able to refer to you as my friend.” Looking at the darkness, she spoke. “Will.. it be my friend too? The darkness?”
How she longed to find familiarity in the dark. Perhaps this was her chance.
“You are.. most right, my new friend.” No sense in lying about intentions now. “Sometimes though, it’s not worth peeling the skin away.” She said with a nod of her head. A doll. She had been called worse things, and even ventured to smile a bit more at Oichi. ” A doll, both of us. Your words are flattering. I go by Diaochan, what shall I refer to you as?”
“…A friend…?” Oichi sounded quizzical, as if the concept of her feelings being returned was something akin to impossible.
“The darkness is very kind, you see… But it can be so… Rough.” A warning, despite how innocently it was said. Oichi hummed lightly, swaying gently. “Ichi has a friend… Ichi has a friend…!” An elated giggled escaped her, pale hands clapsed together and tugged to her chest as she wobbled dangerously. Fortunately, the shadow hands were attentive as usual, steadying her and keeping her upright.
“Chousen…? Ah, such a wonderfully painful name…! A little cicada of the loveliest shade, such a gentle lullaby it cries… Have you come to lure me into the arms of death as well, Beautiful One?” A gentle smile crossed her lips at the thought of death, an end to her wretched existence.
“Ichi is… Oichi. So many names have adorned my head… The Black Witch… The Demon Queen of the Fifth Heaven… The Demon King’s younger sister… Ah. Brother… Have you seen him? My brother Nobunaga does not like to wait, and he has been calling for Ichi…” So melancholic, expression faltering as her eyes slipped shut, hiding the expressive black hues. Oichi would have to kill again, kill for her brother. But who was she to deny his call? She could feel it with every ounce of her, his beckoning to greet him for when he would arise from hell and engulf the remains of this world in flame and suffering.
OOC: …Wow. Just. Wow. Okay. I’m gonna have to ask everyone to avoid these kinds of questions toward Oichi, okay?
Not because I hate questions like this- If you had directed this to Kurogane he would’ve had a lulzy reaction and all…
But Oichi would just let it happen, because she’s the most extreme doormat.
And that is just painful to write, especially when the question is a joke.
…Just saying. I’m not really offended, anon. I’m just… Doing this for the sake of my heart, my sanity, and the precious woobie I play.
“Ah… You… You’re new here…” The faint mummer came from behind the dancer, and from the shadows Oichi emerged, shadow hands guiding the fragile one as she slowly and unsteadily walked towards the newcomer. True, Oichi was a bit… Unsettling at the moment in her entrance and manner, but was docile and simply in need of company. Gazing at Diao Chan with eyes forever scarred in sorrow, she gave a soft hum.
“Oh… A deceiver… You pluck the flowers to adorn your pretty hair… And let them wither and rot…” A childish giggle escaped her at this, and one could not even be sure if she was even aware of what she was insinuating. “Like my brother… Dear brother…” Her gaze moved to focus on something small and insignificant, limbs limp and would have been a collapsed heap on the ground if not for the faithful darkness that held her strings.
After a moment, she seemed to remember the dancer was there, eyes lifting again to observe the beautiful woman. “…Ah… So many flowers… It is alright if I pick some, isn’t it…?” She hummed, reaching out towards the other woman’s face before pausing and pulling back. “Oh, that’s right. Ichi cannot take more souls… Even if it shines with such a twisted light. Ah… How lovely…”
Diaochan could do nothing to stifle the surprised and unintelligent noise that she made with the arrival of a new person behind her. She swiveled in place, fingers reaching instinctively for the bladed whip wound about her waist but stopped when she realized she was not being attacked. Darkness, real, tangible darkness hung and danced around this poor girl. There was nothing in her gaze besides sadness, and it looked like there had been nothing there in awhile. She found herself at a loss for words, this girl was almost a physical representation of her own heart. She was beautiful somehow.
“All flowers wither and rot.” She commented simply, finding herself not exactly scared but entranced by such a being. Was she a victim to her sorrow? Had her own sadness manifested itself into a physical being that controlled all she did? Or was she simply a pawn used by this darkness that seemed to coddle and nurture her motions.
She tensed when Oichi reached for her face, a polite smile staying rooted in place. Soul? Twisted light? She looked away.
“Tell me, my friend, what makes you say my soul shines with a twisted light? Is it twisted to want to bring an end to all chaos?” The feeling of insecurity was as sudden as it was strong. Diaochan knelt to the ground, plucking a flower from the ground. In a gesture of friendship, she extended the flower towards Oichi.
“Wither and rot, they do, they do, but withering is painful when done just for you…~” Oichi seemed to half sing in a deceptively light voice, hazed eyes again slipping to give attention to something else before returning to the dancer. Ah, company was so nice, it meant she was not alone. And this woman plucked a flower for her, presenting it to her! Did that mean… Oh! It meant Ichi… Has found a friend!
She gave a childlike giggle again, soft hands reaching out and gently taking the flower from the dancer’s own lovely digits, a brief brush of skin between them that would send sudden emotions of despair and pain but just as quickly disappeared. “I have a new friend… Everyone, we must all be nice to one another…” She cooed to the darkness about her, which seemed to ripple a moment before taking a more relaxed sort of air. With that said, Oichi returned her focus once again to the graceful woman.
“Bring an end… Such pretty words… So pretty no one looks beneath their sweet skin and sees the rotted means beneath. Ah, how very cute. Just like a doll…” Her pale lips turned into a frown of remorse, pained eyes slipping closed. “I’m a doll, too, you know… That makes us friends…” Because even if she did not remember, in a state trapped between lunacy and lucidity, but she felt she had done something similar. A familiar story, of treachery and seduction that became love and betrayal.
Nagamasa-sama…
…Ichi remembers… Ichi would get sick and feel so weak, and Nagamasa-sama would stay by Ichi’s side… And such a peaceful lullaby he would sing…
Ah… Where did the peaceful song go…?
[In short, when Ichi would get sick, personal headcanon says that Nagamasa would fret at her side and occasionally hum lullabies for her, thus being the ‘peaceful song’ she keeps talking about in SB3]
- Who What Where (Prompts)
- Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)
- Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)
- Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)
(Source: scarecrowed)
The idea of an entire world collapsing was.. mind-boggling, to be honest. One minute she had been in the relatively warm holdings of Hu Lao’s castle and now she.. now she wasn’t.. Where had she wound up, and where had Lu Bu gone? Dong Zhuo? Zhang Liao? Chen Gong? There was not a single familiar face around here and.. and that was scary. She had no allies, nor did she understand the surroundings. These were two things that Diaochan disliked- and to be faced by both at once was.. was heart-breaking.
Initially she had appeared at an open field, but followed the sounds of people till winding up in this.. what had they called it? Village of Valor, ah, right. She had her own bed, own hut even- as if someone had anticipated her arrival. Apparently somebody had, this.. Goddess Sophia had saved people from collapsing worlds. Did that mean Lu Bu had passed, and Dong Zhuo too?
Disheartening, but she.. had accomplished her mission after-all. All of this information had been passed down to her by a darling bystander, who had seen the confusion in her eyes. The world needed more people like that- so perhaps this land wasn’t.. so bad after-all. It would take awhile to adjust too.. but.. no war, that was a good thing?
That was, most definitively, a good thing. A smile on her face, Diaochan decided to step out of town and try and meet some new people. Maybe someone could prove to be a valuable asset here.
“Ah… You… You’re new here…” The faint mummer came from behind the dancer, and from the shadows Oichi emerged, shadow hands guiding the fragile one as she slowly and unsteadily walked towards the newcomer. True, Oichi was a bit… Unsettling at the moment in her entrance and manner, but was docile and simply in need of company. Gazing at Diao Chan with eyes forever scarred in sorrow, she gave a soft hum.
“Oh… A deceiver… You pluck the flowers to adorn your pretty hair… And let them wither and rot…” A childish giggle escaped her at this, and one could not even be sure if she was even aware of what she was insinuating. “Like my brother… Dear brother…” Her gaze moved to focus on something small and insignificant, limbs limp and would have been a collapsed heap on the ground if not for the faithful darkness that held her strings.
After a moment, she seemed to remember the dancer was there, eyes lifting again to observe the beautiful woman. “…Ah… So many flowers… It is alright if I pick some, isn’t it…?” She hummed, reaching out towards the other woman’s face before pausing and pulling back. “Oh, that’s right. Ichi cannot take more souls… Even if it shines with such a twisted light. Ah… How lovely…”
The green-haired Gym leader’s currently ‘adventurous’ mood that seemed to have sprung up from nowhere when that odd orange egg vanished in his face had currently led him to the giant tree that overlooked the whole of the island - but despite the urge to explore more places he’d been too nervous to go to before still strong in the back of his mind, he made himself stop and sit at the base of the tree: there were some thoughts that had come up about this whole unplanned and strange affair he wanted to think about some more.
True, all this bravery was wonderful. He liked being confident for a change instead of introverted and meek. But it seemed even this ‘gift’ in this island had a downside: while he was more confident, he was also more likely to make hasty decisions without thinking, get into trouble, and he didn’t like that as much at all. Not to mention the top of his head still ached, a little, and he still felt like something was MOVING up there – and his suddenly heightened senses of hearing made high-pitched noises like torture to him, now.
Well, he supposed all things had to have a good and bad side. However, his thoughts were cut to the side by a rather concerning sort of sound indeed – nearby, too – a soft little whisper he would have totally missed before with his not-as-good state of hearing. Well, that was a good side right there: especially since it seemed to be a soft cry of pain. If he hadn’t heard it, maybe whoever made the noise might have…gotten even more hurt! That would have been awful.
Concerned, he turned to try and track the noise to it’s source- freezing like a rabbit (ironically enough, considering the extra pair of ears he had and didn’t know of) upon seeing a stranger, looking like she’d collapsed to the ground, looking in a terrible amount of pain – but several shadowy arms without bodies – without anything attached to them at all, it seemed- were hovering around her.
They reared at seeing him staring on shocked from the sidelines. Now, if he hadn’t had that odd ‘bravery’ in him, Cilan would have likely been too scared to do anything. But the odd bravery spurred him on. It seemed to whisper “Are you really going to just stand there and watch someone in that much pain?” …He couldn’t stand there and watch, the odd ‘bravado voice’ was right. He felt silly doing it, but he’d talk to the strange arms. Maybe then they would let him help her!
“ I mean no harm. Please…let me come close so I can pick her up and take her somewhere safe. I can try and help her with my knowledge of herbal medicines as best I can, but I need to take her back to the hut to do that. So- will you let me help her?”
He didn’t even know if the arms would HEAR him - arms didn’t have ears. But he had to try do something to get those arms to lower their guard - he couldn’t help her with them obviously wanting to hurt him!
…Who?
There was someone there, the darkness poised to strike at any moment. Like a wary animal, the hands would still and occasionally sway in motions akin to a viper preparing to attack, though after a brief passing of time, they seemed to relax in the slightest. Oichi’s quiet sobs grew louder with the pain, curling in on herself further as she whimpered and moaned as if trapped in a nightmare. But soon she managed to gather the strength to try and sit up, a few of the shadows swiftly and gently assisting her. Her long hair curtained her face, causing her to tilt her head in the slightest as pained, teary eyes peered warily at the green haired stranger.
“…Who…? A stranger… Go away… Go away…!” She sniffled, immediately pinning the blame of her condition onto him while she wrapped her arms about herself. At this, the shadow hands suddenly took a much more aggressive stance, seconds from moving to strike before it seemed to register that this man… Had no ill intent. She blinked slowly as the darkness immediately stilled, Oichi’s whimpers quieting a bit. Hazy black hues stared at Cilan through the nausea and pounding headache, and a moment later the dark hands pulled back, no longer threatening but hovering guardedly. That would be as much of an invitation as the gym leader would get.
That being said, another wave of nausea shook her body, forcing her to double over and dry heave, stomach vainly searching for contents to empty and finding none. Thick tears rolled down her cheeks, sobs still uncomfortably quiet. “It hurts… Ah… It hurts…! Brother… N-nagamasa-sama… H-has Ichi done something wrong…? What has Ichi done…? Aah…! Ichi wants… Ichi wants to go home…”
(Source: thedarkestofhearts)
