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for this bonus round, the theme is historical fiction! prompts inspired by specific moments in (real or fictional) history.
this round will end on july 15th
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each
PROMPT: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front
Date: 2024-07-02 02:02 pm (UTC)FILL - TOKUSATSU YURI SHIPS UNITED FRONT
Date: 2024-07-12 02:42 am (UTC)Canon: Samurai Sentai Shinkenger
Words: 992
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Hanaori Kotoha, to be honest, had never intended to fight.
Being a daughter of the Hanaori clan meant one thing; be well-mannered and proper. Being the second daughter of the Hanaori clan meant another; let her older sister commit to the duties of being the next family head, and to do as she is told.
So to leave all that she has known to join a ragtag group of wandering samurai, all clearly meant for greater things than the girl herself? Unheard of.
Her swordsmanship is lacking, compared to everyone else. Why learn the way of the sword when it is clearly Mitsuba who will shine on in the family’s legacy? Even worse, there’s nothing really that she has to stand out amidst the others. Takeru is a just leader, surely destined for the world. Genta is honest. Chiaki is brave. Ryunosuke is loyal. And Mako… Mako is ever-benevolent, and ever-patient, and ever-perfect in every way.
And Kotoha, on the other hand, lies in a humble tent, as the cause of concern for the day.
“The spirits must have hurt you a lot,” Mako says, carefully bandaging up her crimson-streaked arm.
Kotoha can only nod. Best stay unmoving, and give Mako an easier job.
Mako is fast in her craft, but even Kotoha can understand; too much blood flowing out of her, and she can essentially be considered a corpse, like countless ronin the group had seen in the vast grasses of the land. That would be too much of a hassle to deal with, she supposes — there are several grounds for objection, at least in her case, but any pleas to leave her behind in times past had been swiftly rebuked.
We need to keep all the hands we have. We need all the hands we can get.
These words repeat in the halls of her mind, over and over, voices changing at random between any of her five companions. While the pickings of who her consciousness chooses to emulate are for the most part random, Mako’s seems to be its favourite. Even now, Kotoha can hear that gentle tone, cloaking genuine worry, panging guilt through for depressing Mako.
Battle-worn hands gently trace around her shoulder, feather-light in its approach of assessing damage. There lies the biggest danger for the group so far; claws had dug deep when Kotoha had tried to slash at it, and there had been no opportunity for any mid-battle healing.
At least she had actually done away with that one, she thinks.
“Your wound is not as bad as it looks,” Mako says, “I should be able to heal it fully.”
I’m sorry, Kotoha wants to say. For it being a major wound, Mako will need a few hours to regain her energy. Of course, there no longer remain any spirits in the area, but still, for inconveniencing her-
Her eyes blow wide as Mako’s hands once again warmly touch her skin. The sparks flying through her shoulder must be the works of the heavens itself — no, are the works of the heavens itself, or at least the graceful air surrounding them both. A gasp escapes her mouth as skin and sinew knit itself together, bloodless and uncomplaining.
Her unscathed hand flies to her mouth moments later, fingers and palm hopefully covering the flush on her cheeks. One can leave the clan, but the clan’s methodisms stay saturated within her blood; to delight in simple healing is certainly not the way of a proper lady.
“You should be alright now,” comes Mako’s voice.
It is effective in breaking the buzz fluttering just under Kotoha’s skin. Kotoha looks up, and Mako’s face comes into her view once again.
Her brow is knit, but there is an unmistakable smile. Thank goodness.
“You’re amazing, Mako-san,” Kotoha says, voice barely above a whisper, “Thank you.”
Mako shakes her head in return. Kotoha is quick to notice: even her hair is elegant in its movements, not a single one out of place when she stops.
“Thank you,” Mako replies, “Without you handling all those spirits, someone would have had to heal everyone here.”
“Eh?”
Her hand is warm on Kotoha’s shoulder. Should it leave a print there — unlikely, given how gentle Mako’s hand is — Kotoha will not object. In fact, she might just wish for it to rest there forever. But right now, instead of being a steady, supporting rock, it is in turn grabbing onto Kotoha for support.
It’s her fault, once again.
“You’d taken on three or four before any of us had even gotten to the scene,” Mako says, “And you managed to beat them all. So, instead of healing everyone, or even being healed, I’m just healing you.”
But Kotoha is still here, at the end of the day. Were it Mako instead of her, surely, Mako would have taken them down without a single scratch. That’s just the way Mako is. Even now, Kotoha can’t help but admire, and dream to reach for an unattainable future where she can stand like that herself.
But… but what is she to do, then? As all of her teammates have recounted, they took many efforts that shaped them into the way they are. Those efforts are why their mastery over the sword and themselves are the way they are. For Kotoha, then…
It’s settled. She just will have to work harder herself, and pray her own efforts make her less of a deadweight.
Starting tomorrow, she will rise before the sun to train her blade. On other days, she will push the limits of her own energy, to expand the horizons of her abilities.There surely must be some methods to the others’ madnesses; she can attempt the workings of her teammates, and in turn do her best.
If not for anything else, then to not be a nuisance.
And, perhaps, in their next fight, she will give this day a second act, and Mako a much happier ending.
Re: FILL - TOKUSATSU YURI SHIPS UNITED FRONT
Date: 2024-07-14 11:07 pm (UTC)