002. voice

[curseking]

[Mitsunari's voice may not be a familiar one as he uses the journal so infrequently. Today he's actually bothering with it because he's realized there's a practical, productive use he can get out of the darn thing. What is that, you ask?

He can spread propaganda for a dead guy!]

"Hideyoshi Toyotomi."

If you have never before heard this name--my lord's name--commit it to memory immediately. You are no longer allowed to claim ignorance of his existence.

Lord Hideyoshi was an exemplary person. A paragon! His noble ambition was to unify the Land of the Rising Sun once and for all! Though his life was cruelly extinguished by Ieyasu Tokugawa, I am speaking now to ensure that his memory persists.

When you hear that name, understand that it commands respect! Know it belonged to a man whose magnificence will never, in all of time, be matched by another!

...

And if you are aware of my lord's works and still choose not to acknowledge his greatness, know that your behavior is absolutely unconscionable!

[So! ...Any questions?]

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[action]

[curseking]

[He is seized from the air, the claws digging into him painfully. He doesn't react with fear, but his blood is pumping with adrenaline and he's doing all he can to make Ragna release him. He would very much like to stab him, but the arm holding his sword is pinned to his side, despite his best efforts to the contrary. So with his other hand he's scratching, trying to rip and tear the claws apart and free himself.]

Let me go! You worthless... vermin...!

[Unfortunately for Mitsunari, the shadow's draining capabilities are taking a strong toll, and there's little he can do that will make a difference. His strength is evaporating fast, and his vision is beginning to fog. He hasn't realized that Ragna is holding back against him, and sincerely thinks the man is going in for a kill.]

I... won't forgive you for... your wicked words...!

[Even the (perceived) threat of imminent death isn't enough to make Mitsunari shut up.]

[action]

[rebellions]

God, you never shut up, do you?

[Mitsunari's struggle seems to bring no result, save for an annoyed groan that escapes Ragna's throat. He tightens the grip on his opponent with the claws, all while being careful not to injure him too badly, or worse yet, kill him.

He's not that cautious about not causing him any pain, though.]

You need to chill. How 'bout you go to sleep for a while?

[The mocking tone in his voice is obvious, and the Grim Reaper smirks as he watches the other man. If perhaps Mitsunari has enough strength and focus to look at his face right now, he might notice that the shadow that builds his arm seems to have crawled up the right side of Ragna's neck, now also taking up the area around his red eye.]

G'night, asshole.

[action]

[curseking]

Kill...

I'll kill... you...

[Hardly a witty comeback, but it's all that he can manage before he finally succumbs to unconsciousness. It'll be a while yet before he wakes back up, so the Katabami should be able to enjoy a little more peace and quiet than usual in the interim.

When he finally stirs--whenever or wherever on the ship that may be--he won't be particularly happy, but without the heat of the moment clouding his judgment he'll refrain from trying to attack Ragna immediately afterwards. Besides, he's injured and he needs time not only to recover, but to figure out a way to deal with those shadows when they cross swords again. He's no tactician, but Yoshitsugu's not here to act as his advisor and there's no way in hell he's going to let this happen twice.

Next time, Ragna. Next time.]