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Ōtani Yoshitsugu x 2

[hakanai]

[This is a strange flow, seized and corrupted by Orochi; it's hard to read. Even for someone like Yoshitsugu. It's too much like a dream; how could one even comprehend the idea of 'other' versions of one's self? And yet, here they are. Two worlds, incorrect reflections of another, woven into one by a Godlike being with bizarre motivations.]

[There are two Ishida Mitsunaris in this large and very confused resistance camp, and as far as Yoshitsugu is concerned, both are equally endearing. Accepting them both has been easy for him.]

[There is also another Ōtani Yoshitsugu, one he has yet to meet. One he probably will soon, considering this one's current perch in the Ishida part of the camp (a joint dislike of anyone called 'Ieyasu' being all the fuel it needed to exist). Yoshitsugu has heard things and formed some suspicions, but until they meet, he won't be able to say anything for certain.]

[He taps the report he is writing with one clawed finger, drops his brush with the other hand, and says to nothing more than the air itself:]

Look at all this trouble you've caused.

never too much of a good thing

[suffergazing]

[If these events weren't unfolding right in front of his eyes, Yoshitsugu might have a difficult time believing it. As things are, however, he has little choice but to accept this situation as a part of reality. That does not mean he's pleased with it, though ─ on the contrary, he finds the whole thing rather irritable. As far as he's concerned, the vast universe as a whole does not need another Ōtani Yoshitsugu, just like it would not need another Takenaka Hanbei or Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

But most of all, it does not need another Ishida Mitsunari.

Still, he would be a rather poor strategist if he saw nothing but the negatives. After all, there must be some way to use their new, ah, allies ─ particularly when they appear to share a common goal. All their differences aside, some things seem to remain unchanged regardless of the world in question. Yoshitsugu can tell his counterpart is not the case, though: the shocked expressions of the "other" Toyotomi army when they learned who he is have told him as much.]

Quite a predicament indeed.

[He enters quietly ─ or rather, floats inside, tilting his head to the side as he approaches the other man slowly. He speaks with what appears to be polite curiosity, though how much of it is genuine is anyone's guess.]

Such an odd thing to say, but... Ōtani Yoshitsugu, I presume?

[hakanai]

[Ah, it's finally time. Yoshitsugu looks over at, well, Yoshitsugu. Tilts his own head and considers for a moment before saying:]

Yes.

[This man, his... reflection across the distored mirror, is visually very different. Visually being the key word. Yoshitsugu is well aware of the weakness in his body, that life-long risk of him catching ill and falling hard and fast into it. In youth Takatora had fussed constantly every time he so much as sneezed and had vigilantly kept anyone else with even minor sicknesses away; in adulthood Mitsunari had tried to do the same when they were able to be in one another's company. What Yoshitsugu sees now is something like he has always expected for himself, the path that will lead to his death.]

[Not something he's ever been afraid of, but seeing it so starkly... Yoshitsugu curls his fingers in his facecloth briefly, though his expression remains calm and focused.]

This Orochi has a strange way of messing with the flow. [He huffs slightly, as if amused.] Two currents in one world, and a reflection for every soul born... odd is right.