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newyearcntdownTitle: Bell
Author/Artist:jordannamorgan
Length: 300 words.
Summary: Ikoma plans a way to improvise a New Year's Eve tradition.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Notes: The title is the prompt used.
Fandom: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress
Disclaimer: They belong to Kabaneri Committee. I'm just giving them love. :)
It all started when Ikoma overheard a conversation between the bushi.
“I’m afraid we won’t be able to stop at a station for New Year’s,” Miss Ayame was ruefully announcing to Chief Akoji. “No stations in the region we’re passing through were willing to open their gates to us during the holiday.”
Akoji hissed out a sigh. “That’s unfortunate. The people were looking forward to the celebrations—and especially a temple visit.”
“Our own priest can conduct prayers on the train,” Kurusu noted.
“Yes, but it isn’t the same. No fireworks, no food stalls on the temple grounds, no hearing the Joya-no-Kane…”
Miss Ayame blinked at the mention of the traditional New Year’s Eve bell-ringing at temples. “Surely we can improvise the Joya-no-Kane, as we’ve done with so many other things. …I don’t suppose we have any sort of bells aboard the Kotetsujo?”
Kurusu may have almost snorted. “They would hardly have been viewed as necessary cargo during Aragane’s evacuation.”
“I’ll ask around,” Akoji said gloomily. “But to my knowledge, I’m afraid we don’t.”
And that was when the wheels started turning in Ikoma’s head.
He hurried back to the steamsmiths’ workshop. “Guys, do we still have some of the extra scrap metal we salvaged from the wreck of that derailed train?”
“Yes.” Suzuki squinted at the Kabaneri through his goggles. “What do you need it for?”
“A morale booster,” Ikoma said with a smile, and proceeded to outline his plan.
A few nights later, on New Year’s Eve, the unmistakable sound of a bell rang out through each car of the train one hundred and eight times. Far from massive bronze temple bells, they were only small handbells roughly forged from iron; but if their sound was just a little bit hollow and dull, no one seemed to mind.
2021 Jordanna Morgan
Author/Artist:
jordannamorganLength: 300 words.
Summary: Ikoma plans a way to improvise a New Year's Eve tradition.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Notes: The title is the prompt used.
Fandom: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress
Disclaimer: They belong to Kabaneri Committee. I'm just giving them love. :)
It all started when Ikoma overheard a conversation between the bushi.
“I’m afraid we won’t be able to stop at a station for New Year’s,” Miss Ayame was ruefully announcing to Chief Akoji. “No stations in the region we’re passing through were willing to open their gates to us during the holiday.”
Akoji hissed out a sigh. “That’s unfortunate. The people were looking forward to the celebrations—and especially a temple visit.”
“Our own priest can conduct prayers on the train,” Kurusu noted.
“Yes, but it isn’t the same. No fireworks, no food stalls on the temple grounds, no hearing the Joya-no-Kane…”
Miss Ayame blinked at the mention of the traditional New Year’s Eve bell-ringing at temples. “Surely we can improvise the Joya-no-Kane, as we’ve done with so many other things. …I don’t suppose we have any sort of bells aboard the Kotetsujo?”
Kurusu may have almost snorted. “They would hardly have been viewed as necessary cargo during Aragane’s evacuation.”
“I’ll ask around,” Akoji said gloomily. “But to my knowledge, I’m afraid we don’t.”
And that was when the wheels started turning in Ikoma’s head.
He hurried back to the steamsmiths’ workshop. “Guys, do we still have some of the extra scrap metal we salvaged from the wreck of that derailed train?”
“Yes.” Suzuki squinted at the Kabaneri through his goggles. “What do you need it for?”
“A morale booster,” Ikoma said with a smile, and proceeded to outline his plan.
A few nights later, on New Year’s Eve, the unmistakable sound of a bell rang out through each car of the train one hundred and eight times. Far from massive bronze temple bells, they were only small handbells roughly forged from iron; but if their sound was just a little bit hollow and dull, no one seemed to mind.
2021 Jordanna Morgan
