[THAT LAST ENCOUNTER, while fun since it was just girls in a hot spring, seriously, still raised a few questions on how Nobunaga was. Vietnam has met a few others who had some strange personality flips, so here she is, checking up on her new niece.
[While yesterday had drawn to a fairly enjoyable close, she brought herself back home loud and drunk to a miserable Bishamon, who stormed out without saying much. Then she woke up with a killer hangover.
Needless to say, the last thing on her mind is the hot spring incident, terrible as that was, when Vietnam calls to check up on her.]
Mmngh...[From the looks of things, she's still in bed. Her ridiculous amount of hair is a mess.] I'm dying, Vietnam. Make sure my obituary says nothing but nice things.
[ that night, bishamon wound up taken shelter within lapis' room, who had been kind enough to take the desolate former goddess in after she'd gone and thrown another tantrum and barged out of her own room. lapis had been kind, and understanding, but bishamon had no intention of taking advantage of the young woman's hospitality twice (though technically, this would be the third) and so the better half of the next day was spent coming to terms with her situation... and trying to figure out how to mend ties that have barely even been given the opportunity to form.
for better or for worse, these people are her comrades. unfortunate souls just like her, ripped from their worlds and called upon to fight a war neither of them had any business in caring about. she might not have appreciated nobunaga's attempts at cheering her up... but she could, at the very least, acknowledge them.
and so the evening of the following day, whenever nobunaga should come home, she will find a note on her own pillow. torn from what appears to be one of those journals, the kind you're likely to find in a stationary shop or in the hands of a fourteen year old girl, is a single page, folded up. the note itself reads: ]
No hard feelings?
[ unfortunately, there is no adorable cat plush to accompany the note (since the writer is currently f l a t b r o k e)
but in its stead are what appears to be attempts at fat black cat doodles crawling all around the margins of the paper... ]
[She's fortunate that although Nobunaga had stayed home for most of the day, she had slipped out to get something to eat. Upon her return she happens upon the note, admittedly a little amused by The Real Life Actual Bishamonten doing something like this (the cats are cute) but it's not exactly surprising. Nobunaga had a keener sense figuring people out than one might expect from someone so outwardly foolish, so she picked up on her liking the cat fairly quickly...
But still.
She's nothing personal against this woman who she's never met; her attempt to destroy Buddhism and replace it with Christianity was all a political scheme. She can't have any kind of vendentta against gods she never believed in and if everyone's to be comrades, she's no trouble acting democratically with someone she once wronged indirectly...even if it didn't mean a thing to Bishamonten anyway, in that Nobunaga had failed to destroy Buddhism to begin with.
(Bishamon was probably too distracted by all her dead children at the time.)
But she's also not usually concernd with being liked anyway. If anything, she's comfortable with herself and goes with the flow; having an actual dedicated attempt to be on good behaviour spurned...well...]
I want to hear you actually apologise.
Then we're...even. You can even keep your gift.
[She gets in contact and that's all she has to say.]
[ the scenery behind bishamon gives her location away fairly easily. she's in the courtyard, from the sight of the canal just behind her, but tsubasa has situated himself close enough that it's unclear what she could possibly be doing there.
there's some sweat along her brow, but it's very obviously from before the video started. not to say she looks any less awkward about it.
despite her divinity, bishamon knows how to be humble. has no problems with it, either, but there is something rather tenuous about doing so as a human that gets her feeling more self-conscious than she's ever felt before.
humans, unlike gods, are fallible. they make mistakes. they sin. bishamon has never known a life of such, though if she did, she was never held accountable for it. to apologize as a god is more an act of benevolence and mercy.
to apologize as human is incredibly, incredibly frightening. ]
...Very well. Will you hear it like this, or in person?
[ the propriety in her would have preferred to do it in person, but she's at least conscious enough that others might not agree. ]
[Now that her hangover has subsided, she could use the fresh air anyway.
The feed ends without much of a chance for Bishamon to say anything in return; whether it gives her more time to think of what she'll say or anxiously await the arrival of Nibunaga, well, that's her. The Demon King doesn't give it much thought, more focused on simply getting down there to resolve this mess.
When she arrives she's dressed in her uniform, wearing pants in lieu of the skirt and donning the optional hat. It's a cute hat and she likes hats. Her carrier, a small clockwork bird, remains perched atop her hat as they arrive.
Nobunaga stops within a comfortable distance, crossing her arms. She isn't exactly that energetic woman who'd met her in Heroes the Gathering.]
[ bishamon, too, is dressed in her uniform, but that isn't much of a surprise, given it's one of the few things she owns now. but as nobunaga draws near, she'll see the slight modification the blonde woman has made to them for the purposes of her task that evening — the pants she favored so much the other day now disregarded for the skirt, the jacket still missing, and the red top button down to the middle of her chest, where her sleeves are ignored and tied tight around her chest. the slight sheen of sweat on her skin highlights the bruises and cuts visible there, telling of a long day of rigorous work out. but when nobunaga enters the space, exhaustion is cast aside for propriety, and bishamon stands straight at attention once more.
it is only when nobunaga stops and greets her that bishamon speaks in return. ]
Nobunaga.
[ there is only a brief moment of hesitation, and then she is leaning forward, just low enough that her gaze falls on the other woman's feet rather than her face. ]
Please allow me to apologize for my behavior the other day. You were... attempting to console me, and I wouldn't hear any of it. I am... sorry. For walking out on you.
[Well, it most certainly was an apology of acceptable quality. Humble, taking the blame on for herself and without a single hint of insincerity. It'd be enough to placate even the sturdiest of hearts, surely.
Nobunaga gives Bishamonten A Look throughout the whole thing, just a few notches above being expressionless. It's certainly an intense stare, but it doesn't give off much of an impression of how she's taking the whole thing.]
[ One day, Nobunaga's Carrier will cough up a gift: A tankard, carved from a whole dragon's tooth, the size of Nobunaga forearm. It's not elaborate, more function than form, the polished silver hinge on cap and the Oda mokkou the only decorations, but some would argue that dragon ivory being hollowed out and turned into a big drinking mug is inherently excessive.
A note is attached: ]
Not all birds sing songs Some bring down only fire Still they captivate
[This earns him a handwritten response, written not just neatly but in a way that's quite pleasing to look at. It's delivered via her carrier.]
Kojirou!
What a wonderful gift. Did you know? I had a skull cup once. It was quite useless, as everything leaked from the eye sockets. Despite that, I cherished it. In this world, your gift will be considered its equal. I will make every effort to use it, despite its unwieldy shape. Not to worry, not to worry, I'll definitely find a way.
My birthday is soon, you know? I don't know if your timing is intentional... But tell me yours so I might repay the favour.
Not all parts of a dragon are equally magical. Some of their fangs are just fangs. But I don't believe in wasting kills. It would be most disrespectful to the fallen. So I carved them into something useful, or at least decorative, while I was out watching the flowers and the moon.
Please feel free to take it as a celebration of your birth, though I was not aware of the date. But I have no memory of my own. A wanderer with no name has no need to have his birth and death recorded. There is no need for pity, I don't mind. I simply take each new year as it comes.
- Sasaki Kojirou
P.S. Poetry cannot be rushed. I will send them if I think of them.
That isn't really helpful, you know. You should pick one. Otherwise you can share mine...
"If you ever want to conquer everything beneath the heavens once more, I might have it in me to help you." You're by no means my subordinate, of course...but what you said has us as something more than nothing. So you don't have a choice. That's simply how it is.
Then it seems I have no choice but to choose one. The first day of the second month shall be when I was born. In a way, that is the truth.
[ The Servant known as Sasaki Kojirou came fully formed into the world when he was summoned by Caster, at the start of Fuyuki's Fifth Holy Grail War. So if there is a day that is to be his birthday, that would be it. ]
[ on the morning of the 23rd, you receive a package, wrapped neatly in glossy white paper and gold ribbon, with a photo attached to it. It’s a picture of Teddy, your resident Prime Minister, giving puppy dog eyes at the camera and holding up a sign that reads “I ♥ HEROES”. the message on the back of the photo says: ]
Dear Nobunaga Oda, I am happy to see that you made it back from Gammon, safe and sound. War is truly a terrible thing, and I can only imagine the horrors you had to go through. I thank you for your service, from the bottom of my heart, and on behalf of Blanc’s citizens. We are truly grateful.
Commander Pinta has informed me of your valiant efforts in the recent battle to protect the Kingdom of Gammon. Gammon is an important ally of the Republic of Blanc, and though a battle is never an enjoyable ordeal, I do hope you enjoyed the sights and celebrations our sister nation has to offer.
But not too much! Gammon is a great place, but Blanc missed you, Nobunaga! I missed you. I thought it might be nice to send you a little gift, which I hope you’ll enjoy.
Warmest regards, Thierry Toussant
[ Unwrap the box and you will find:
A framed artistic rendition of Nobunaga’s male self, apparently painted by a very devoted fan!
If your eyes happen to wander over to your window, you notice you’re not alone. Wait a minute, is that… Teddy peeking in, watching eagerly as you unwrap your gift? Was it just your imagination? Whether it is or not, he’s already gone! ]
[This package you will receive doesn't come by Carrier. Rather, Vietnam has given strict instructions that this will be treated like every large package, and will be delivered like so. After all, it is one! A letter, and a little box. Wonder what it is? And when do you receive it? Any time between the September 6th to the 15th. And in the case of the newer Heroes, it comes sometime on the 8th or after (hint hint).]
COMRADE,
No matter our opinions of our situation or this place, we are all the same, brought here from different places. Still, we all have each other. Whatever fate has in store, we will chose. I suppose what cane be important here now are the bonds we create.
To celebrate that let me share a custom. In my world, sometime in the Autumn, is the Mid-Autumn Festival, known to me as Tết Trung Thu. It is said that during this time, the moon will be so round and will shine its brightest. To appreciate the moon, one can ask for blessings from the gods. You can give thanks for the harvest or harmonious unions. You can pray for prosperity and good fortune. But also, it is a time to spend together.
Each year will it would be celebrated on a different day. In the year I left, 2016, it should fall on September 15th. I believe the equivalent date here is Sylvant 15th. So please take this chance to relax. I have included one free pass to a two night stay at the inn I manage, Dragon's Flight and Phoenix Dance, located on Gisela. On these islands, you will be able to see the sky, so very close. I have also included a mooncake of lotus filling. As per custom, you share your mooncake with family and friends to signify unity. I hope it is to your tastes.
Your carrier lovingly hacks up a small package that would fit in your hand, as well as a handwritten letter with some sort of armored animal drawn in the corner...
Dear Friend,
We may not know each other very well yet, or maybe at all! I've only seen one battle here, but the amount of bravery and care that people have shown for one another both on and off of the battlefield lets me know I'm part of something special. People have lost their homes and loved ones, and while we can't bring those back, I know that there are people here to believe in. And I'm very lucky to get to fight alongside them.
It's not much, but I hope you enjoy a few snacks that I've made! A full tummy always makes me feel better. Maybe we can share a snack together in person sometimes soon.
Sincerely,
Orihime Inoue & Kou-kun 井上織姫とコウくん
The package is wrapped in pink and blue paper. When unwrapped, your character will find three cute little animal-themed pastries! (You're welcome to decide which three.) They have a sweet bread outer layer and some curious fillings...
Pink Bunny is hopping and happy to see you! It is filled with a sweet carrot cream. Purrfect Kitty is very pleased and ready to be eaten! It is filled with some sort of chopped meat, reminiscent of a BBQ Pork bun. Sleeping Froggy knows it's delicious. It's filled with a MYSTERY FLAVOR...which is either a sour green apple or...seaweed? Friendly Puppy isn't supposed to have chocolate, but it's filled with it anyway. Don't tell anyone! Cute Chicky is filled with a egg-flavored cream. Yeah, that one actually isn't surprising, although maybe a little morbid when you think about it.
[ Obviously, Saber's letter is proper. There's even a little wax seal on her envelope and her handwriting is impeccable as well. It reads the following: ]
7th of Sylvant
Dear Nobunaga Oda,
I do not usually write letters nor do I think you would expect one from me. However, I felt that you were deserving of a personal letter in your own right. It has been some time since we've met and, I have to say, it's an experience I was never prepared for. You have the charisma many people lack yet, at the same time, I question whether that's beneficial for the general good. Sometimes I find you more than I can handle, but perhaps that means you are not one to be handled? I have heard that these types are referred to as "free spirits". It does paint a better picture than what I had in mind.
That doesn't mean I don't value your good will when you choose to let it shine. I remember when we were tracking the dragons that terrorized the villages and when you saved me on the battlefield. While we have different styles of tackling issues and conflict, you showed utmost finesse when the situation calls for it. Sometimes I wished you held the same grace in your everyday lifestyle, but it may be too much to hope and ask for.
That doesn't change that you are quite a grand person, one that is definitely worthy of being written in books and remembered for years to come. I've become accustomed to your quaint ways, I believe. In a way, it lets me relax despite how I seem rather stiff and neutral. I do enjoy our times together and hope that we may learn to grow as comrades and companions.
Also, regarding your letter, I'm not the best of mentors. That's a story I'll save for another day. I can at least allow you to call me whatever you wish, as long as it is appropriate.
[Spat from their carrier, they'd find a letter in a pink envelope, sealed with a dab of wax. The wax is even imprinted with a magical circle, someone went to the effort of getting a wax stamp, it seems.]
To The Esteemed Lord of the Oda Clan, Demon King of The Sixth Heaven, Nobunaga,
As the job said, we are writing letters about our sincere feelings. Unlike you however, I am often not entirely sincere, so perhaps this exercise is more suited for me, than for you.
So, in the interest of being sincere, I must admit that none of your methods make any sense to me and I am perpetually horrified by the unbelievable amount of things that could go wrong with your approach to many things.
However, we're also both still alive, and have not mistakenly created an abomination with a cannon for a face, so I am forced to admit that, even if I don't think it's for me, your instinct probably has something to it regardless.
Maybe we can make a cannon golem next time.
Susan DeRay
[And under the simple printing of her name is an elaborate and loopy signature.]
*A letter arrives, addressed to 'gentle hero,' the envelope and page is written in flawless script. As is the self-addressed envelope inside the letter. The address, wherever it is, is in Caissa. For those detail oriented enough to check. The letter also carries a slight scent of wildflowers, like someone made a point of marking the parchment with extracts before sending it.*
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When Nobunaga connects--]
Nobunaga? How are you feeling?
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Needless to say, the last thing on her mind is the hot spring incident, terrible as that was, when Vietnam calls to check up on her.]
Mmngh...[From the looks of things, she's still in bed. Her ridiculous amount of hair is a mess.] I'm dying, Vietnam. Make sure my obituary says nothing but nice things.
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W-what happened?! [She's practically grabbing Flappy Bird right now just to get a better look. Somehow. Through this feed. What?]
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[They were so surprised she held her drink so well they just kept going to see what her limit was.]
Umu...this is the end for me...my head's going to explode...
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[She nods sagely. SUDDENLY IT ALL MAKES SENSE.] You need a lot of water right now. You are at your room, no?
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The door is open, but try not to make a lot of noise...
[Well.
If coming over wasn't Vietnam's intention...]
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for better or for worse, these people are her comrades. unfortunate souls just like her, ripped from their worlds and called upon to fight a war neither of them had any business in caring about. she might not have appreciated nobunaga's attempts at cheering her up... but she could, at the very least, acknowledge them.
and so the evening of the following day, whenever nobunaga should come home, she will find a note on her own pillow. torn from what appears to be one of those journals, the kind you're likely to find in a stationary shop or in the hands of a fourteen year old girl, is a single page, folded up. the note itself reads: ][ unfortunately, there is no adorable cat plush to accompany the note (since the writer is currently f l a t b r o k e)
but in its stead are what appears to be attempts at fat black cat doodles crawling all around the margins of the paper... ]
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But still.
She's nothing personal against this woman who she's never met; her attempt to destroy Buddhism and replace it with Christianity was all a political scheme. She can't have any kind of vendentta against gods she never believed in and if everyone's to be comrades, she's no trouble acting democratically with someone she once wronged indirectly...even if it didn't mean a thing to Bishamonten anyway, in that Nobunaga had failed to destroy Buddhism to begin with.
(Bishamon was probably too distracted by all her dead children at the time.)
But she's also not usually concernd with being liked anyway. If anything, she's comfortable with herself and goes with the flow; having an actual dedicated attempt to be on good behaviour spurned...well...]
I want to hear you actually apologise.
Then we're...even. You can even keep your gift.
[She gets in contact and that's all she has to say.]
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there's some sweat along her brow, but it's very obviously from before the video started. not to say she looks any less awkward about it.
despite her divinity, bishamon knows how to be humble. has no problems with it, either, but there is something rather tenuous about doing so as a human that gets her feeling more self-conscious than she's ever felt before.
humans, unlike gods, are fallible. they make mistakes. they sin. bishamon has never known a life of such, though if she did, she was never held accountable for it. to apologize as a god is more an act of benevolence and mercy.
to apologize as human is incredibly, incredibly frightening. ]
...Very well. Will you hear it like this, or in person?
[ the propriety in her would have preferred to do it in person, but she's at least conscious enough that others might not agree. ]
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[Now that her hangover has subsided, she could use the fresh air anyway.
The feed ends without much of a chance for Bishamon to say anything in return; whether it gives her more time to think of what she'll say or anxiously await the arrival of Nibunaga, well, that's her. The Demon King doesn't give it much thought, more focused on simply getting down there to resolve this mess.
When she arrives she's dressed in her uniform, wearing pants in lieu of the skirt and donning the optional hat. It's a cute hat and she likes hats. Her carrier, a small clockwork bird, remains perched atop her hat as they arrive.
Nobunaga stops within a comfortable distance, crossing her arms. She isn't exactly that energetic woman who'd met her in Heroes the Gathering.]
Bishamonten.
[S'up.]
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it is only when nobunaga stops and greets her that bishamon speaks in return. ]
Nobunaga.
[ there is only a brief moment of hesitation, and then she is leaning forward, just low enough that her gaze falls on the other woman's feet rather than her face. ]
Please allow me to apologize for my behavior the other day. You were... attempting to console me, and I wouldn't hear any of it. I am... sorry. For walking out on you.
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Nobunaga gives Bishamonten A Look throughout the whole thing, just a few notches above being expressionless. It's certainly an intense stare, but it doesn't give off much of an impression of how she's taking the whole thing.]
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CARRIER MAIL
A note is attached: ]
Not all birds sing songs
Some bring down only fire
Still they captivate
- Sasaki Kojirou
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Kojirou!
What a wonderful gift.
Did you know? I had a skull cup once.
It was quite useless, as everything leaked from the eye sockets.
Despite that, I cherished it.
In this world, your gift will be considered its equal.
I will make every effort to use it, despite its unwieldy shape.
Not to worry, not to worry, I'll definitely find a way.
My birthday is soon, you know?
I don't know if your timing is intentional...
But tell me yours so I might repay the favour.
- Demon King of the Sixth Heaven,
Nobunaga Oda.
P.S. You should send me more poems.
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But I don't believe in wasting kills. It would be most disrespectful to the fallen.
So I carved them into something useful, or at least decorative, while I was out watching the flowers and the moon.
Please feel free to take it as a celebration of your birth, though I was not aware of the date.
But I have no memory of my own. A wanderer with no name has no need to have his birth and death recorded.
There is no need for pity, I don't mind. I simply take each new year as it comes.
- Sasaki Kojirou
P.S. Poetry cannot be rushed. I will send them if I think of them.
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You should pick one.
Otherwise you can share mine...
"If you ever want to conquer everything beneath the heavens once more, I might have it in me to help you."
You're by no means my subordinate, of course...but what you said has us as something more than nothing.
So you don't have a choice. That's simply how it is.
I look forward to hearing your answer.
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The first day of the second month shall be when I was born.
In a way, that is the truth.
[ The Servant known as Sasaki Kojirou came fully formed into the world when he was summoned by Caster, at the start of Fuyuki's Fifth Holy Grail War. So if there is a day that is to be his birthday, that would be it. ]
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delivery; carrier ID: TEDDY
Dear Nobunaga Oda,
I am happy to see that you made it back from Gammon, safe and sound. War is truly a terrible thing, and I can only imagine the horrors you had to go through. I thank you for your service, from the bottom of my heart, and on behalf of Blanc’s citizens. We are truly grateful.
Commander Pinta has informed me of your valiant efforts in the recent battle to protect the Kingdom of Gammon. Gammon is an important ally of the Republic of Blanc, and though a battle is never an enjoyable ordeal, I do hope you enjoyed the sights and celebrations our sister nation has to offer.
But not too much! Gammon is a great place, but Blanc missed you, Nobunaga! I missed you. I thought it might be nice to send you a little gift, which I hope you’ll enjoy.
Warmest regards,
Thierry Toussant
[ Unwrap the box and you will find:
A framed artistic rendition of Nobunaga’s male self, apparently painted by a very devoted fan!
If your eyes happen to wander over to your window, you notice you’re not alone. Wait a minute, is that… Teddy peeking in, watching eagerly as you unwrap your gift? Was it just your imagination? Whether it is or not, he’s already gone! ]
actual mail, between September 6th - 15th
No matter our opinions of our situation or this place, we are all the same, brought here from different places. Still, we all have each other. Whatever fate has in store, we will chose. I suppose what cane be important here now are the bonds we create.
To celebrate that let me share a custom. In my world, sometime in the Autumn, is the Mid-Autumn Festival, known to me as Tết Trung Thu. It is said that during this time, the moon will be so round and will shine its brightest. To appreciate the moon, one can ask for blessings from the gods. You can give thanks for the harvest or harmonious unions. You can pray for prosperity and good fortune. But also, it is a time to spend together.
Each year will it would be celebrated on a different day. In the year I left, 2016, it should fall on September 15th. I believe the equivalent date here is Sylvant 15th. So please take this chance to relax. I have included one free pass to a two night stay at the inn I manage, Dragon's Flight and Phoenix Dance, located on Gisela. On these islands, you will be able to see the sky, so very close. I have also included a mooncake of lotus filling. As per custom, you share your mooncake with family and friends to signify unity. I hope it is to your tastes.
May your year be filled with prosperity.
Vietnam
CODED BY TESSISAMESS
delivery ➣ id: orihimetron3000
We may not know each other very well yet, or maybe at all! I've only seen one battle here, but the amount of bravery and care that people have shown for one another both on and off of the battlefield lets me know I'm part of something special. People have lost their homes and loved ones, and while we can't bring those back, I know that there are people here to believe in. And I'm very lucky to get to fight alongside them.
It's not much, but I hope you enjoy a few snacks that I've made! A full tummy always makes me feel better. Maybe we can share a snack together in person sometimes soon.
Sincerely,
Orihime Inoue & Kou-kun
井上織姫とコウくん
The package is wrapped in pink and blue paper. When unwrapped, your character will find three cute little animal-themed pastries! (You're welcome to decide which three.) They have a sweet bread outer layer and some curious fillings...
Purrfect Kitty is very pleased and ready to be eaten! It is filled with some sort of chopped meat, reminiscent of a BBQ Pork bun.
Sleeping Froggy knows it's delicious. It's filled with a MYSTERY FLAVOR...which is either a sour green apple or...seaweed?
Friendly Puppy isn't supposed to have chocolate, but it's filled with it anyway. Don't tell anyone!
Cute Chicky is filled with a egg-flavored cream. Yeah, that one actually isn't surprising, although maybe a little morbid when you think about it.
LETTER
That doesn't mean I don't value your good will when you choose to let it shine. I remember when we were tracking the dragons that terrorized the villages and when you saved me on the battlefield. While we have different styles of tackling issues and conflict, you showed utmost finesse when the situation calls for it. Sometimes I wished you held the same grace in your everyday lifestyle, but it may be too much to hope and ask for.
That doesn't change that you are quite a grand person, one that is definitely worthy of being written in books and remembered for years to come. I've become accustomed to your quaint ways, I believe. In a way, it lets me relax despite how I seem rather stiff and neutral. I do enjoy our times together and hope that we may learn to grow as comrades and companions.
Also, regarding your letter, I'm not the best of mentors. That's a story I'll save for another day. I can at least allow you to call me whatever you wish, as long as it is appropriate.
Artoria Pendragon
King of Knights
[ It comes with a little gift... It is ironically a letter opener that looks like a katana? At least she kept in mind Nobunaga likes swords. ]
delivery, carrier ID: S_DeRay
To The Esteemed Lord of the Oda Clan, Demon King of The Sixth Heaven, Nobunaga,
As the job said, we are writing letters about our sincere feelings. Unlike you however, I am often not entirely sincere, so perhaps this exercise is more suited for me, than for you.
So, in the interest of being sincere, I must admit that none of your methods make any sense to me and I am perpetually horrified by the unbelievable amount of things that could go wrong with your approach to many things.
However, we're also both still alive, and have not mistakenly created an abomination with a cannon for a face, so I am forced to admit that, even if I don't think it's for me, your instinct probably has something to it regardless.
Maybe we can make a cannon golem next time.
Susan DeRay
[And under the simple printing of her name is an elaborate and loopy signature.]
Actual Mail
package!!
There is a pretty card, and in neat handwriting:]
Nobunaga,
Chúc mừng Giáng Sinh! Merry Christmas! Or Merry Cherima, as they say so here. I hope the coming year will bring you great prosperity.
Vietnam.