(open) strength be granted

[decrypter]

who: Helena Adams and open!
what: November catch all log. Prompts in comments below.
when: 11/2022
where: Across the ship.
notes: Will match format.

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[decrypter]

[...if she laughs, then, a soft chuckle, it's not at him. not exactly.]

If it's not here, then of course it can be summoned. Much as we were.

[that said:]

And if your Saimonji, whatever that may be, holds a curse that is ascribed, then why not write a new legacy? Who says it shall always conquer, but the story you perpetuate? Create a new one, live and breathe and tell it, and the curse becomes a blessing just so.

[sorry, Nobunaga, you ran into a writer...she has impassioned feelings on words and tales.]

Good luck with that.

[she nods, smiling. there, your problem has been solved for free.]

[konpeito_aji]

[That's okay, he knows he's ridiculous.]

[If he only knew she was a writer. He LOVES writers almost as much as swordsmiths. Wordsmiths, yes.]

Because it was my dream before taking the sword from Imagawa to conquer the world. [Lalala "the world" is... he's making it sound needlessly dramatic because he IS needlessly dramatic.] I'm not going to rewrite its legacy when I wish to use it precisely as it is. And I already have been conquered by it, but it's fine, because my partner conquered my heart sometime before using the sword to cut me down. [His favorite picture there. It's just as well he didn't get too explicit in explaining it, probably.]

[decrypter]

[her brow furrows, considering this information - flowing past her like water, and the conclusion she comes to is one unburdened by context, by any knowledge of the ship beyond a few days.]

Then you're simply making your own problems, sir. And almost proud to be doing so.

[like. stop that. and your life gets better.]

[konpeito_aji]

Who says it's a problem?

[He's out here living his best life. No one knows. He loves every day of this.]

[decrypter]

[sometimes...

all you can do is politely nod, and turn to walk away. her cane taps with the rhythm of her walking, the consistent sound that sets her path for her.]

Good day, Mr. Nobunaga.

[if he can't discern his own problems, then she can't help him. and he still didn't realize the obvious. hopeless.]

[konpeito_aji]

[And he never caught her name! Well whatever.]