NAVIGATE:↣ CONTENT WARNINGS
↣ ANATOMY
↣ FUN FACTS
↣ ARCHERY LESSONS
↣ INVENTORY
↣ LAST WILL & TESTAMENT
↣ PLAYLIST -----CONTENT WARNINGSHayame's canon is one that deals with a variety of very difficult issues, including but not limited to: slavery, forced amputations, sexual abuse, violence, pseudo-cannibalism, and honor suicide. As tight-lipped as she is it isn't likely she will discuss these sorts of things openly with other characters, but they will potentially crop up during logs.
If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, please don't hesitate to notify me through a comment or PM and I will either avoid them as best I can with your character or avoid tagging altogether. Thanks! -----JINBA ANATOMY
-----FUN FACTS↣ Hayame can run up to 44 kilometers per hour
↣ As a jinba, she has two sets of most organs
↣ Hayame is only about 16-18 years old
↣ Jinba life expectancy is between horses and humans, so she's considered 25-30 in "human years"
↣ Jinba have breeding seasons; do not approach when PMSing
↣ Hayame is largely illiterate, though she's taking lessons
↣ She has a younger brother named Yubari, and he's The Best
↣ Do not attempt lifting without superpowers, she's weighs ~1 ton
↣ Despite her desire to recently, it is not easy to get drunk at all
↣ MORE TO COME WHEN I AM LESS LAZY -----ARCHERY LESSONSAfter this poorly worded post, Hayame is now offering archery lessons to those interested while in Oska. She teaches medieval Japanese archery, primarily using the daikyu sized bow. For those who express interest, you can assume that your characters get:
↣ instruction on how to make a simple bow, arrows, and bowstring
↣ tips on proper stance and concentration exercises
↣ guidance through firing standing, while moving if advanced
However, that is only if you survive Hayame's extremely violent tsundere teaching style. At the slightest hint of tomfoolery, not taking things seriously, or messing around, she will come down hard. If it's childish... she comes down physically. Expect:
↣ verbal abuse for first time offenses
↣ smacking for 2+ offenses if you are teeny sized or a woman
↣ potential hoof kicking for 2+ offenses if you are strong sized
Feel free to contact me any time via PM or in comments below if you want to know how certain things might have gone, or want to thread something out. If a student takes things seriously and seems to be trying Hayame will occasionally give a bit of praise and continue to teach, but she will attempt to expel anyone who she judges is not dedicating themselves to the work. Join this class at your own risk... ?
-----INVENTORYNOTABLE WARDROBE:
✖ ALASTAIR Uniform
✖ Sleeveless Top
✖ Deer Hide Wrap
✖ Leather Harnesses
✖ Leather Armguard with Crest
✖ Zymandis Uniform
✖ Zymandis Armor
✖ Dress Kimono [from Hanabira]
✖ Casual Kimono [from Hanabira]
MAGICAL:
✖ Magitek Jewelry [worn in hair]
✖ Human Shapeshifting Ring (1/5 uses remaining)
WEAPONRY:
✖ Bow (Japanese, Daikyū)
✖ Quiver of Arrows
✖ Katana [made by Koltira]
✖ Shiv
MISCELLANEOUS:
✖ Wood Carving (Bear)
✖ Jar of Konpeito [gifted to Majima]
✖ Misc. Pelts
✖ Last Will & Testament [on paper, carried at all times] -----LAST WILL & TESTAMENTLast will and testament of Hayame of Guild Ophelia.
I hereby declare that this is my last will and testament and revoke all wills made previously by or for me in any form. I declare that I am of legal age and sound mind at the time of dictation and that this document expresses my sincere wishes without undue influence or duress.
On the event of my death, I direct that my body should be laid to rest within the earth, either by means of burial or cremation, on a planet rather than in space. Should my body be recovered in human form, I direct that the transformation ring be taken off my person proceeding any funeral rites, so that I may leave this world in my natural form. If possible, I wish to be interred with my bow and arrows.
I have no express wishes regarding the rest of my personal effects.
Finally, should the circumstances of my death not fulfill the terms of my contract with Hathaway, my next of kin, Yubari, must inherit my duties. I beg that he be allowed to cleanse the dishonor my failure has borne, and that he be given the opportunity to succeed in my absence
To those who have possessed my regard, I can only hope that you forgive this.
Signed Hayame of Guild Ophelia, witnessed and transcribed by Violet Evergarden, on this day XX/XX/XXXX.
速魚 -----PLAYLIST
Let the Flames Begin
Paramore
3:18
This is how we'll dance when they try to take us down / This is how we'll sing (oh) / This is how we'll stand when they burn our houses down / This is what will be our glory
Some Die Young
Jocelyn Scofield
4:05
I will tell your story if you die / I will tell your story and keep you alive
the best I can / I will tell it to the children / If we have some / But I've always had the feeling we would die young
Where we're going we don't need no breaks / Can't wait to see your face / When your front windows break / And I come crashing through / The lovers need to clear the road / Cause this thing is ready to blow
Woken up like an animal / Teeth ready for sinking / My mind's lost in bleak visions / I've tried to escape but keep sinking
I'll Be Good
Jaymes Young
4:09
My past has tasted bitter for years now / So I wield an iron fist / Grace is just weakness / Or so I've been told / I've been cold, I've been merciless / But the blood on my hands scares me to death / Maybe I'm waking up
Saturn
Sleeping at Last
4:50
You taught me the courage of stars before you left / How light carries on endlessly, even after death / With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite / How rare and beautiful it is to even exist
Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken
P!nk
3:22
There's not enough rope to tie me down / There's not enough tape to shut this mouth / The stones you throw can make me bleed / But I won't stop until we're free / Wild hearts can't be broken
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Post Futuro Fic: Ninurrta
But it was the only way she’d ever see any of them again.
“You cannot leave my side, Hayame.”
It had felt so warm, there in his embrace. No one had ever held her like that- not once. Fiercely, tightly… like they truly did need her. Enough to make her abandon her blade, abandon the attempt to slit open her belly rather than live through disgrace. To clutch and anchor herself, to weep…
“I need you. Please—”
But in the end, he was the one who had left. Returned to his duties, his world, and left her behind. She’d known he had to, she’d understood… because when her time came and she had been offered the trip home, she’d had to take it for the exact same reasons… despite who she’d had to abandon in the process. But in the dream she struggles, unable to follow him when he turns his back no matter how hard she tries, when he gets farther and farther away, her back legs tied as they’d been that day she’d trussed them up to leave a decent corpse-
“Hayame-“
She wakes in a sweat, legs kicking, instinctively trying to shake off what she realizes now was Matsukaze’s hand on her shoulder, breath stalled as she readjusts. This was her world. Her… her village. Her room. Her life. Awake. Anchored, and slowly her breathing evens out as her eyes adjust and reality seeps back in past fractures of memories. Ninurrta smiling. The blood of the minotaur splashed over his shoulder. His hand resting warm on her flank. The sound of his voice when he’d been forced to apologize for her. His sigil, embroidered on the archer’s glove she’d had made in Leramzen that now rested in a box buried in the dirt of the very room she now slept in.
“What is it?”
Her gaze slips down and finds Matsukaze in the dark, settles on the worried lines on his face, the concern, and tries to find words to explain it. To tell him of the man she’d called her lord, the one who’d kept her sane… and kept her alive, that first half year with ALASTAIR. But she can’t, it sounds too much like madness, and as ashamed as she is…
She feels the damp betrayal of tears on her face as she whispers,
“… It was just a dream.”
The concern eases slightly, but she fears he knows, fears that her excuses and lies aren’t enough and that he must have some sort of inkling that more had happened than she was saying. Hastily tries to wipe the tears from her cheeks before they fall far.
“… About what?”
Hayame had hoped he wouldn’t ask, even as gently as he did, accompanied by a careful run of fingers through over her temple. What can she say? The words she had used to explain it to her fellow ALASTAIR operatives, to explain why she’d served him, what he’d meant to her… they won’t work here.
“… Someone I used to know.”
Let him think it was one of the jinba from the stables, or even her master, let him think anything but that she was mad. She forces herself to lay back down, tucking her legs up close so that she can roll over in the hay and force herself up between his, maneuver herself into the hold of his arms and guide them until he holds her like Ninurrta had in the Asterion prison what seemed so long ago.
He obliges. Didn’t ask her anymore. ... For now. So she just buries her face against his shoulder, like she had that night. Let’s herself clutch his shirt and stain it with tears.
Just until dawn chases away the dreams in which she cannot follow.