spes_phthisica: by gardenfox (The god of love)
Okita Souji ([personal profile] spes_phthisica) wrote in [community profile] retrospec2018-01-14 11:02 pm

text | they push and pull and won't bend to your will


Soujirou Katsuki

shared a photo.

January 15th near Apprassage


well, I guess that settles it...
you know, there's a point where denial isn't worth it anymore (^。^;)
for those who don't know much about Japanese history (like me), this is a Shinsengumi haori, because apparently I really am a century old samurai? except probably an alternate universe one or something. it's weird.
either that or my old memories were from a really dedicated historical reenactor w serious delusions



also, MY EYES ARE PURPLE NOW. so that's a thing ◔_◔
I guess I get to join the club of other people who have to pretend to be wearing contacts all the time

oh! I guess I was also going to ask, how many here have memories that are like... normal, I guess? (‘◇’)
well obviously memories of 1860s Japan is weird, but what I mean is that there's nothing supernatural about them.
well almost... there's one that seems different. but the rest of them have no super powers, no monsters, nothing like that. it just looks like the past.
insantafe: (don't you know that we's a family)

[personal profile] insantafe 2018-01-21 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
On the one hand, you know they've got your back since you've fought together before. On the other, sentient swords? Weird.

Don't worry about it, I'm still learning about them myself. All I really know is that I got people into a lot of trouble. I don't know how, exactly, or if it ever got fixed, just that it happened.
It must be the same Pulitzer then, because it was in New York. Manhattan, to be exactly. He mentioned fighting in a war, too, and the civil war here in the States ended in 1865, so it'd have to be sometime after then. I can't say I'm all that happy to know him, though. You wouldn't think a guy like that would deserve to have some big award named after him, but I guess that's the power of money.