Uesugi Kenshin

[ the video feed flips on. There's a Kenshin. With a cup of sake (not tea this time). And Shingen Fluff sitting next to the bottle of sake. ]

There are some interesting arrivals this month, including a certain Tiger and a Dragon. Mitsuhide-dono, Motochika-dono, I believe the Tiger from your world.

// filtered from Selphie, as best a 16th century samurai lord can do with instructions by some shop owner.

Selphie's birthday is approaching. I understand that celebrations of birth are common here. what might one do in such a party?

// end filter

[ with a smile, he turns off the SFC to return to his sake. ]

[ here, have a Kenshin, serious, emotionless, and cold. Beside him is a bubble running through his rivalry with Takeda Shingen (something like this) and Moses the cat is curled up miserably on his lap. He's turning the Shingen fluff over in his hands. While his rivalry is a pleasant and warming thought, something has once again chilled his heart. ]

Selphie is missing. Never did she return last night, yet I feel something is amiss. Any information on her whereabouts is greatly appreciated.

[ As a samurai lord, he's accustomed to losses, but not on his side. There are reasons he's a war god, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't feel each loss, especially one so close to him.

He draws his fingers to his lips, sending a silent prayer to Bishamonten, before the feed shuts off. ]

[ Kenshin appears, in his living room, the red fluff behind him on the mantle. ]

A swift victory for us. A strange entity as their leader destroyed. The ghosts, however, remain though are much less aggressive. [ a pause. ] As docile as pirates may be. One has more than once attempted to pilfer my sake. Diligent he is, despite my attacks against him. Perhaps I shall place several wards about my house to keep him at bay.

[ he takes a sip of sake. ]

With all the new arrivals, I do wonder if I shall see a familiar face among them. To those who have recently arrived, I am Uesugi Kenshin of Echigo.

[ Kenshin appears on screen, looking like his usual self once again, a house in the background covered with a thin blanket of snow. ]

Snow. If there were one thing which I would wish for Christmas, it would be snow. A pleasant reminder of home. I could only hope it will stay a bit longer.

On a similar subject, the fluff has found a home on the mantle in my house. Always pleasant to have a reminder of home. [ and a reminder of his rivalry, of course. He smiles softly and a bit slyly before shutting off the device. ]