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{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Yasuki Umeo was small for a Crab. For a Crab. The merchant patron that walked up to the front doors of the Phoenix Embassy was not what one would normally expect from a paper-mite. Tall by Rokugani standards and broad at the shoulder, the Karo leaned heavily on a polished black cane as he moved with deliberate steps. The usual rings, bracelets, and hairpins were gone today... He wore only a stick of jade on a delicate silver chain. The likeness of the Fortune of Strength was carved into one side, with the Fortune of Romantic Love on the opposite. His hair was pulled into a severe bob, and his blue kimono was understated. Today was not a day for being impressive. It was a day for conversations.\n\nWhen he made it to the guards at the front, his message was simple. \"I am here to speak with Asako Sanumo-sama. He is not expecting me, so I am prepared to wait.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"**What!?**\" Sanumo practically barked at the servant who came to inform him of the visitor. \"And he's asking for me, specifically?\" A quick affirmation later, he took a centering breath. He'd have preferred to have met on neutral ground, as with their previous discussion, but it admittedly was a good look that they'd come directly to the embassy with... Whatever this was. It showed a measure of respect, at least.\n\n\"Have Setsu-san make arrangements for tea.\" He briefly consulted a schedule. \"I'll be hosting this Crab in the nature room.\"\n\nIn short order, Sanumo arrived at the front gate in a simple, earth-colored kimono and with a band of cord keeping his hair back out of his eyes. Though he wouldn't see it until they went inside, the only mon present was that of the Phoenix that glared from upon his back.\n\n\"Karo Yasuki-san.\" He spoke curtly. \"I trust you've come with good reason. Please, be a guest in our embassy.\" He gestured for him to cross the threshold and began leading the way. *If you must be here, I will at least treat you with the courtesy a samurai demands. And likely nothing else.*\n\nOn the lowest floor of the embassy, they quickly found themselves seated in a dark-paneled room with artistic depictions of varied nature scenes; sweeping fields of grain, the somber grandeur of a dark forest, and the like. Tea arrived within minutes, the embassy staff thoroughly used to the ritual. As Sanumo poured for his guest and ||presumably|| was poured for in kind, he asked the burning question.\n\n\"To what do the Phoenix owe this visit, Yasuki-san?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "The man kept his silence, bowing respectfully when Sanumo greeted him at the door. The inside of the Phoenix Embassy differed in several ways from that of the Crab, yet all houses of diplomacy had a way of feeling the same. Much like the others, this one had masterful aromatic wood construction, naturist landscapes, and decor designed to be imposing and impressive and mighty yet peaceful and patient. The atmosphere was a traditional one, but not without reason. \n\nTradition would have it that the Crab were a Brash lot, as brutally forward with their words as they were with the spiked clubs that they considered to be 'honorable weapons' worthy of a samurai's hands. The Yasuki were possibly an exception, but there were just as many negative things one might say. Greedy? Perhaps. Traitors? Painful but true... They did swear an oath of undying loyalty to the Crane *First*, after all. One thing they were seldom accused of, however, was being stupid. \n\n\"Your suspicions bore merit. I am in the process of investigating them further, but seeing as that you were the one who brought it to my attention... I thought you show know at once. Should whatever threat you have uncovered remain, I have specialists on staff to aid you. I am aware that there are certain... Concerns about the Kuni among the Phoenix. You may use your judgment, but he and the rest of the Crab's resources in the city are at your disposal should you face a supernatural threat. That applies to one uncovered through investigations or elsewhere. I take our duty *Deadly* Serious.\" \n\nThere was more to say, of course, but it was the Phoenix's turn to speak.\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "The first words out of the Crab's mouth were enough to make him visibly more alert, the implications startling. His immediate urge was to shout down his guest, to rail against how ridiculous it was that they had allowed something like this to happen - and for it to now be suffered to likely exist on Imperial soil. Color rose to his face just thinking about it all.\n\nBut that would defy Iemon's wishes and, ultimately, would be little more than a cathartic release. And so Sanumo didn't speak for a tense minute, sipping his tea and giving his blood time to grow more still in his veins.\n\n\"Thank you for this deeply unfortunate news.\" His tone was carefully constrained as it cut through the silence. \"My, how accomplished this **One** Kuni must be to be considered alone in place of the half-dozen involved in the previous attempt.\"\n\nHe brushed his own comment aside and pressed on. \"If this threat has not met its demise or moved on since it was last found here, know that our local Phoenix are not above coordinating with you to ensure a swift and decisive resolution.\" Begrudgingly, he added, \"In the pursuit of the city's spiritual safety, at least, we can find agreement.\"\n\n*Even if I must scrutinize your ilk the entire time. Shiba-sama may trust your intentions, but I'm not so easily convinced.*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Judging from Umeo's lack of expression, the Crab either didn't notice Sanumo's tone and demeanor or did not care. He placidly poured the man's tea and simply listened. \n\n\n\"Honestly? The boy comes highly recommended, but I have my doubts. If you feel your resources are adequate for the job, you are welcome to refuse his assistance. I would hate for you to be forced into a politically uncomfortable situation for accepting a Crab's help.\" \n\n\n\"The Phoenix have been protecting the Soul of the Empire as long as we have been guarding against southern invasion, so... As I said before... I will defer to your judgment.\" \n\n\n\"I will keep you abreast of any pertinent information as I discover it, and as of current, I will inform Magistrate Hida Hojatsu-sama and Kuni Kobe-san to answer your summons without question.\" \n\n\nThe sharp-eyed diplomat held the steaming teacup between his hands, \"There's more.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Listening carefully to Umeo's words, he nodded in thanks for having his tea poured and began to partake.\n\nAs his guest waxed on about the debatable merits of his pocket Kuni, the place of their clans in the world, and the resources they could spare to assist, Sanumo nodded along and felt himself calming somewhat, though his nerves never fully dissipated.\n\n*Everything he's said so far is either respectful, deferential, or considerate - if taken at face value. I cannot decide whether I am being lulled into a false sense of security or not.*\n\n*Troubling. Best to take the safer path. This tension I feel must be Fukurokujin's favor in action.*\n\nHe heaved a long sigh. \"I will attentively await any further developments. I hope for both of our sakes that there are as few as possible.\"\n\nAt Umeo's final, ominous declaration, he added, \"More than this matter and the gaki which Hida-sama wrote to us about?\"\n\nHe had a bad feeling that the embassy was about to be aflame with further matters to attend to and, warranted or otherwise, he loathed the possibility.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "The fingers that lifted to pinch Umeo's nose were certainly reflexive. The man who could withstand a verbal lashing without flinching audibly groaned, \"Gaki, huh? Was that concerning the injured Toritaka? Because if not... There's even more. I wish the former Ambassador had kept better records.\" Umeo's hand returned to his cup, and he took a long drink of his tea before setting it down with regained composure. \"I will need to circle back to that, but for now... Yes. There is more, though I have a disquieting suspicion that it might be related to our potential coverup.\"\n\n\"Not long ago, a Ronin employed by the Unicorn Clan met with former Ambassador Koyama-sama in my office. The Ambassador had requested Atsuko-san investigate and end a Yokai problem that occurred sometime this last winter. This was despite her self-professed lack of experience or even basic knowledge dealing with spiritual matters. To her credit, the Ronin still managed to uncover some information.\n\n\"It was her opinion that the Yokai problem never fully disappeared, and she believed it was linked to people being 'drawn out of the city' to work in the countryside. A ship that she investigated, a merchant vessel called The Smiling Carp, had multiple laborers suddenly pay off their contracts in full and leave for 'work in the countryside' this last winter. The same phenomenon of multiple skilled peasants 'finding work elsewhere' and paying off their contracts in full in a suspicious coinage happened when the ship made dock again this Spring.\" The dark-eyed merchant took another drink of his tea before setting down the empty cup with a light clink, \"Atsuko-san believes that whatever is targeting the city is making people sick. More than the usual amount of peasants working in the countryside are falling ill. Desperate outlaws are targeting herbalists and healers and doggedly sought out for cures.\"\n.\n\n\"The Ronin finished her report with a request to access our library on spiritual threats so she could do her own research. Unfortunately, the Kuni don't maintain a library describing supernatural threats in this city. Even if they did, they might have opinions on a Ronin digging through forbidden information to study malevolent spirits. Being a retainer of a clan that has historically maintained friendly relations may have helped, but without a library... The point was moot.\"\n\nUmeo sighed heavily, \"Unfortunately, Atsuko-san could not continue her side of the investigation without conducting an independent study in a Kuni Library. To his credit, Ambassador Hida Koyama-sama was able to make some suggestions before she gave him that ultimatum. The Crab could not be the ones to grant Atsuko the authority necessary to take her investigation into the Scorpion Clan's countryside. Still, the Imperial Governor could provide writs of passage. He also suggested Ambassador Shosuro Komori-sama, but after thinking about it... Coordinating through an individual responsible for magisterial duties within Scorpion territories, such as Bayushi Yuto-san, might be most efficient.\"\n\n\"The Unicorn and Crab clans have Scouts trained to move unnoticed within the cursed lands. Koyama suggested a possible infiltration of the Smiling Carp to gain further information. It wasn't a terrible idea, but there may be easier and more honorable ways to discover who is approaching these laborers with offers of riches.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"I haven't heard anything about a Toritaka in relation to it, but it's possible that Shiba Iemon-sama was making an effort to be brief at the time.\" With only that mild clarification, he allowed Umeo to go on at length about this new - well, new to Sanumo - tale.\n\nHe looked into the middle distance while Umeo spoke. It was clear that he was listening, but was already picking it apart and trying to figure out how to slot it into the larger picture.\n\n*Why would Atsuko, of all people, take point on something like this? Seems an expedient route to a funeral pyre, if ever I've heard one. No matter, this is what **Experts** Are for.*\n\n\"There are too many variables we do not yet know. I hesitate to speculate too wildly and taint our perceptions.\" His brow was furrowed for a number of reasons, the greatest of which being what he was about to ask.\n\n\"Though I concur; Bayushi Yuto-san seems the pertinent person to beseech. Ambassador Shiba-sama has already voiced to me his desire to root out the aforementioned gaki, as well as his approval to do so in tandem with Crab personnel. As both this and the yokai issue are in the surrounding province, it seems apt to deal with the threat we know to make the threat we don't know easier to discern.\"\n\nHe very pointedly failed to address a possible infiltration of the Smiling Carp or anything of a covert nature.\n\n\"I am willing to put my seal of assent on a document today, if you will seek the necessary permissions from the Scorpion to make this happen.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "To say that Sanumo had not been looking forward to this meeting was a **Significant** Understatement. This was the first time he had actually failed Iemon and, though his rational mind remained fairly convinced that he would be offered leniency, his irrational mind screamed that he would be made to pack his belongings and return home.\n\nHaving found a suitable opening in both of their schedules, he had sent a missive confirming the day, time, and importance of the meeting... And nothing else. If he was going to report on something like this, he wanted the courtesy of seeing the ambassador's reaction in real-time; not whatever facade he chose to show upon contemplation. That, he felt, was the least he was owed.\n\nHe hesitated just outside the door to Iemon's office, the potential ramifications entrenching themselves in his mind, before he took a deep breath and admitted himself after a gentle knock.\n\n\"Iemon-sama.\" He bowed and, if permitted, stiffly took a seat.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Come in, please.\" Iemon called out loud enough to be heard as Sanumo entered. Since he had made the appointment in advance, tea was already sitting ready for the two men.\n\nSanumo's stiff formality in both setting up the meeting as well as his current bearing concerned Iemon, and he cast an appraising eye on the other man as he gestured for him to sit. \"Sanumo-san, I can tell that something is amiss. What is amiss? What could do deeply affect my trusted Karo who has done much to keep me centered in such troubling times?\" He slid the tea a little closer to Sanumo, and proceeded to sip from his own and settle into his own seat, attentively waiting the response.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*Am I truly so easy to see through?*\n\nHe took a deep, unsteady breath. \"You surely recall the missing Isawa that you tasked me with collecting and my planned voyage into the countryside to do so...\"\n\nHe didn't want to continue that thought, but it was what Duty demanded of him.\n\n\"...We were unsuccessful, Iemon-sama. I would have brought it to your attention sooner, but Taisei's inflammatory actions have left us reeling and my own plate overflowing, as it were. I am very sorry.\"\n\nThere was definitely more detail to be shared, but that would wait. For now, Sanumo offered a seated bow as deep as he could without simply resting his head on his superior's desk.\n\n*If it's going to happen, it will be now.*\n\nA lump formed in his throat as he imagined Iemon considering the situation.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "A beat of silence hung over the room as Iemon pondered these words. He took a slow breath, his eyes shut as he forced the intake and exhalation of air to be even. \n\n\"Well. That is less than ideal.\" He said, mildly, taking a sip of his tea. \"As we have begun discussing cooperation with the Scorpion, it certainly behooves us to revisit and correct this post-haste. It would not do to have further efforts of friendship be damaged by Taisei's actions.\"\n\nHe opened his eyes, looking on Sanumo without anger. \"While it would have been beneficial to know this sooner, what could we have done? Taisei's blunder did much to overshadow and shift our priorities, and I am not convinced we could have attended to this situation sooner.\"\n\nHe folded his hands in a matter-of-fact way, his countenance more businesslike than before. \"Now, when you say 'unsuccessful,' are we past the point of attempting further? What occurred that led to this outcome?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Tipping his head just a bit to regard Iemon, Sanumo registered that he was not, in fact, being deported.\n\n\"You're not...\" He visibly straightened himself out and cleared his throat. \"Right. You are surely correct in your assessment.\"\n\n\"We **Can** Make further forays, but I do not believe us to be equipped to do so alone. Our heimin guide is, in all likelihood, dead.\"\n\nThe travails of social settings were part and parcel with Sanumo's work, but he was very uncomfortable with how close he had come to being torn apart. He paled somewhat upon recollection.\n\n\"We were set upon by a wandering creature. I'm not entirely sure what it was, but the noise caused in our fight attracted... It must have been a dozen more. We abandoned our supplies and our guide, terrified beyond the point of reason, fled into the wilds. It is a gift from the Fortunes that we encountered no further hurdles when returning home.\"\n\n\"So, yes. We could try to reach the temple again, but we would need to identify the threat, bring sufficient force to survive it, and have someone with sufficient wilderness skills to help us locate the temple when we only know half of the route and a rough description of its whereabouts.\"\n\nThe young man had grown increasingly frazzled as he prattled on. Nothing could ever be simple.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon let out a small grunt of frustration at the loss of their guide. \"That may be problematic. Is there another lead that could be followed? Better still, if it could be confirmed if your guide was slain... Hopefully by the safer light of day, if at all possible, that may be a starting point?\"\n\nHe pondered the rest of the matter silently, considering other options. \"Wilderness skills, you say... Not that we should lean too heavily on the new relationship we have begun with the Scorpion, but at the very least they would be more likely to have knowledge of the local area. That it is a matter of a betrothal that would further tie our Clans together at the wider scale of the Empire would likely make it something more of a priority for further regaining public standing on their part?\" It was a suggestion, but one even Iemon considered chancy. Overly relying on outside help could be seen as weakness, even if cooperation would yield better results.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "He shook his head, trying not to let the regret of failure show on his face to mixed results. \"No other leads, no. If everything we learned is to be believed, she is staying at that countryside temple and using gathered followers to recruit more. If there's a likely alternative, it has eluded us completely.\"\n\nThe young courtier was not used to battle or personal encounters with the supernatural, however brief. He went still briefly while recalling the way the creature had lunged for him before Tsutsumi's timely intervention.\n\nShuddering, he pressed on. \"With as much time as has passed, I fear that a search for Aimi-san would be less than fruitful, but I'm also no expert on such things. I would recommend either locating maps, someone familiar with the area, or perhaps even locating another one of Isawa-sama's servants in the city - though I hesitate to think that they would want anything to do with us if word of Aimi-san's disappearance has circulated. Assuming, that is, that she didn't make it safely to either the temple or the city. I have no information to corroborate either possibility.\"\n\nIt struck him that Iemon's reluctance to lean on other clans was quite a departure from his viewpoint when Sanumo had first arrived. Did this represent a shift in the ambassador's values or a temporary change in tactics in response to recent events?\n\n*Either way, right after reporting my failure is not the best time to press about that.*\n\n\"Ultimately, I believe that the Lion and the Scorpion are our best options for exterior assistance. The Scorpion have more of a vested interest and experience with the land, but the Lion have a more developed rapport with us and, I would imagine, seasoned scouts.\"\n\n*Or, if it came to an outright brawl with those things, soldiers.*\n\nHe didn't relish the idea of pursuing this task with only the Phoenix's assets, but he would ultimately do as he was told.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon gave an appraising look at Sanumo as he replied. *Though I'm certain this is a shortened version of events, it is obvious that it has affected him deeply.*\n\n\"Perhaps you are right, if there is doubt that she survived, at best a search only looking for her would turn up a corpse. If while trying to track other leads she is found to have survived, that would be a welcome surprise.\"\n\nSomething in the account had stuck out to him, and worried at the back of his mind, forcing him to return to it. \"Being delayed by spiritual duties would be one thing, but actively *Recruiting* Others? That is... Disquieting to say the least. Had you found any further details on the reasons for recruiting, or what their full numbers may have been?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"My apologies, Iemon. I should have said as much. Aimi-san mentioned at one point that the recruited peasants have been tasked with restoring the temple at which they are staying. She was rather skittish around me and drawing information from her was consequently a delicate process. Otherwise I might know more.\"\n\n\"I have to wonder what she could have possibly discovered to make her so invested in that temple's well-being as to postpone her duties.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Not to disparage the Isawa as a whole, but their focus on the spiritual can on occasion override the needs and duties of the present and physical world. Though I suppose it is what makes the Shiba and Asako families in particular of great value to the Clan, as our families tend to serve as an anchor.\" Iemon offers a dry smile with this, allowing a little humor to lighten the topic slightly. \n\n\"Restoration of a temple, depending on the Kami it serves, may be something of import, so I cannot fault her for seeking to provide for both the spiritual needs of the locals as well as for the spirits themselves. But to let it completely subsume her duty is what leaves us to pick up the pieces and assemble them in an acceptable manner, when she did not send word or even ask for a delay in her duties for such a task.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"I agree that their proclivities are... Difficult, to say the least. However, I am certain we can take over these restoration efforts or, at the very least, make sure that the Scorpion do.\"\n\nHe leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. \"I will do what you tell me to in order to resolve this, whether utilizing the assistance of other clans or otherwise. As you said, it is our responsibility to make sure Isawa-sama is set back on the correct path.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon considered briefly, given the options before them. \"There are two things to consider. This temple is, without a doubt, on Scorpion land, and thus they would have greater jurisdiction to act in this regard. Conversely, we know that the Lion would likely relish an opportunity to both prove their capabilities as well as their duty to the people of the Empire, and it cannot be ignored that they certainly have potent Shugenja of their own that could potentially volunteer their services in this cause.\"\n\nHe drained the last of his tea, decisively. \"It behooves us to ask both. As our responsibility is clear, so too must our efforts be channeled. By asking both, we reduce the strain that asking only one might offer, and if we can demonstrate to two of our triumvirate candidates that meaningful cooperation can achieve greater results, it makes another step towards the peace we hope to foster. If it does not, it shows us an error in judging compatibility, and we can revisit the topic at that time.\"\n\n*Truth be told,* He reflected, *This recent loss has colored much of my perception. For the good of the Phoenix, I must look past my hurt pride and learn to see again with a discerning and objective eye.* \n\n\"Thank you, Sanumo. You have once again allowed me to use you as a sounding board to better refine my thought process.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"You're very welcome, Iemon - though I am only doing what is required of me. If there is nothing else, I will begin coordinating with our neighbors as you said.\"\n\nAssuming there was nothing else, the courtier stood, bowed, and extricated himself from Iemon's office. As he briskly walked through the halls, he had one thought on his mind:\n\n*I have been given direction with which to redeem myself. There is nothing left to do but follow it.*\n\nIemon may not think him in need of redeeming, but that didn't change his own feelings on the matter.\n\n||\n\n**End of Scene.** ||Verified with Iemon OoC that this was a fine place to leave it.||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*Perhaps it was rather telling that the guards of the Phoenix Embassy regarded Katsumi's approach with a mix of wariness and resignation. Even the Magistrate's appearance in nothing more then a simple dark green yukata, and red obi with her daisho hanging untouched at her side seemed enough to sooth them. At least until the Dragon thin sandalwood box decorated with her clans symbol from within her sleeves and offered a bow,* \"I am Magistrate Mirumoto Katsumi of the Dragon clan. If it pleases I wish to give my greetings to the Phoenix clan and their Ambassador,\" *The Mirumoto intones as some of the guards nervousness seems to melt away.*\n\n\n\"And perhaps politely inquire of recent incidents,\" *Katsumi adds as the men once more stiffen as one turns to swiftly depart to carry her message inwards to the heart of the Embassy.*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon had finished with the day's business in swift order once his most recent guests from the Mantis Clan had departed. Setting the ambassador chop down on his desk, he shook his head silently as another knock sounded from his door. The servant opened the door slowly, and bowed. \"Shiba-sama, a Magistrate Mirumoto Katsuki of the Dragon Clan requests to meet with you, offering greeting and to inquire into recent incidents.\"\n\nIemon gave a small sigh. \"Very well, Setsu. Please show them in, and put some tea to boil.\"\n\nThe man hurries out, passing the message for tea amongst the other servants, and arrives at the front door, bowing low as one of the inner guards slides it open. \"Please, Magistrate-sama, right this way. The ambassador will see you now, and will have tea brought in as soon as it is ready.\" He leads her to Iemon's office, who has already stood, and bows when the door is open. \"Magistrate Mirumoto-sama, welcome to our humble embassy. Please, make yourself comfortable.\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*The red Dragon offered a grateful dip of their head to the attendant as they follow the man back to the Amassadors office. The Magistrate offering the Phoenix a polite bow of greeting,* \"Good afternoon Ambassador Shiba-sama. I hope the Fortunes have found you well this day.\" *Katsumi murmurs as they straighten with a warm smile.*\n\n\"The Dragon and Phoenix have long been allies and friends. In the spirit of our ancestors and in light of recent events I thought it wise too inquire if all is well with the Phoenix and if the Dragon may be of assistance?\" *The Magistrate inquires with polite well concealed concern, but concern nonetheless.*"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Indeed, our Clans have had a shared history of good intent, one that I hope extends well into the future.\" Iemon replies, pleasantly but with a hint of caution to his demeanor after the recent events he has had to deal with on behalf of the Phoenix. \n\n\"For our part, we have endeavored to support and encourage peaceful cooperation amongst the Great Clans in these tumultuous times, though our success has been... Mixed. Partly through poor judgment, but primarily ill timing, much damage has been wrought by individuals who share my Clan, but not the Clan's vision.\" Naming names and listing damages seemed imprudent and improper to someone he had only just met, but much of this was easily attained public knowledge. \n\n\"To be of assistance, I would need to know more of the Dragon Clan's interest and investment in Ryoko Owari Toshi as a whole. Both of our Clans share a reticence to open discussion, but establishing some shared ground between us would go far in knowing how we may be of help to each other.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"Yes I was witness to one such incident with Magistrate Moshi-san,\" *The Mirumoto murmurs with an incline of their head,* \"I apologize that I was only able to prevent the two from coming to blows, but was not able to stop the Samurai from dishonoring himself and his name.\" *The Dragon murmurs offering a short polite bow in reticence of the incident. The woman straightening as she considers the Shiba's wary inquiry with knowing eyes.* \n\n\"In regards to the city in so far as I have been informed the Dragon have very little interest in Ryoko Owari Toshi. What becomes of it and who's possession it passes into come the end of Winter is the business of those who wish to vie to become it's Lords,\" *The Magistrate explains far from interested in seeing their clan caught up in such political cat fights.* \n\n\"Our sole interests are to see those members of our clan in residence well cared for and to utilize this opportunity to deepen our bonds with our neighbors and fellow clans. If our neutrality and reputation for calm and just decisions may be of use within Ryoko Owari Toshi in helping to settle any disputes that may arise then such is a service we would lend ourselves too with honor.\""
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon returns the bow quickly. \"It would not do to have you feel personal blame for the actions of a samurai from a different Clan, let alone one who lacked even the basic decorum that society asks of us. Please, put it from your mind.\"\n\nHe considers her words before replying. \"Then, truly, I hope that we may be good neighbors to each other. Forgive me my hesitation, recent events have... Shall we say, left their mark on me, and with the difficulties already facing the Phoenix due to these things locally... Well. It is easy to assume that when it rains, it will pour.\" He says, offering a small grin and sipping his tea.\n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"I understand Ambassador Shiba-san. Were our positions reversed I would view my own arrival with polite caution as well,\" *The Dragon assures him her jade eyes softening with understanding and no small amount of empathy.* \"For it seems you have had your hands quite full.\" *She murmurs her gaze lingering on the scrolls and papers that pile his desk with the look of a woman who knew such horrors all too well.* \n\n\"Though I would be a poor neighbor to not at least return your invitation for tea. Should you ever need a quiet moment away from your office I brought a fine shipment of Iron Benten tea with me from the Dragon Lands. I must admit I am curious how it compares to Golden Needle tea. I fear I've never had the chance to try the Phoenix's much applauded brew.\" *The Magistrate murmurs steering the conversation into more relaxed waters. Tea was not quite the weather, but something both could speak of without fear while they gathered their thoughts and assessments of one another.*"
},
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Indeed. I have my hopes that we are through the worst of it by now, though.\" Iemon replies, scratching lightly at an idle itch on his left arm.\n\nAt that moment, a slight knock on the door was quickly followed by a servant carrying a small tray with a tea set, rice crackers, and pickled vegetables. \"I have not had the pleasure of sampling Iron Benten, and I welcome the opportunity. At the very least we can resolve the misfortune of your not having tasted Golden Needle.\" He says, pouring a cup for her once it was set down, the servant pouring the cup for the ambassador before departing with a deep bow and shutting the door. \n\n\"Have you had the honor of being a magistrate very long, Mitumoto-san?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "The time had finally come to repay Ikoma Miho for her unexpected insights. A brief exchange of letters had clarified the day and time she would arrive and he had made a point to have everything they might need prepared in advance.\n\nWas it a bit more than the situation warranted? Absolutely. Was furthering the Lion's good impressions of the Phoenix worth it? Absolutely.\n\nSo it was that Sanumo waited by the front of the embassy along with Shiba Terumi, the new duelist who had surprisingly sought him out upon learning of the small gathering. Normally he would have thought twice about allowing a newcomer to join him in something of this nature, but the man had seemed very eager and assured him that there would be no blunders or misunderstandings.\n\nThat remained to be seen, but there was hope.\n\nHe'd elected to eschew his typical simple attire for something a tad more formal. A pale yellow kimono with wave-like patterns of rich red had been chosen for this particular occasion, though he still kept his hair held in a circlet made of cord.\n\nGlancing towards the sun, he spoke as much to himself as he did to his fellow Phoenix. \"The hour is upon us. She should arrive any time now.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "When Miho was given an appointment, she took it very seriously; meeting at a certain hour meant meeting at that *Exact* Hour, not a second before, not a second after. And indeed, as Lady Sun reached the agreed position in the sky, the figure of the Ikoma predictably showed up at the horizon. It was not out of the picture that she had even waited out of sight to make the perfect appearence.\n\nIf formal was her regular attire, now she was just even more formal. Tight golden furisode, black obi, and a orange overcoat (finally cleaned, after she had used it to cover a rain-soaked child) complemented her traditional hairstyle, the kind ancestors were depicted with in historical artworks. This was a very serious business: the Phoenixes might have not been numerous in the city, but their alliance could have meant much In the eyes of the Imperials. If the Unicorn could not keep their support, so be it, she would not hesitate in replacing them.\n\nShe deliberately slowed down, to give the pair the time to assume their best bearing and prepare appropriate words. She was slightly surprised of seeing Terumi as well, but it was good to see him: she found the Shiba quite pleasant, if a little odd.\n\n||"
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"author": "bonepapermoon",
"message": "Terumi was excited when he learned that a certain Lion was going to visit the embassy. Ikoma Miho had made a lasting impression and he found that he was actually looking forward to conversations with his newfound acquaintance. \n\nNow here he was, standing patiently besides Asako Sanumo-san as he waited for their guest to arrive.\n\nUnlike the other Phoenix, Terumi decided to wear a modest attire; a simple red kimono unadorned with overt patterns. He was just joining along, after all. Whatever the reason for her visit, it was a matter between Ikoma Miho and his superior.\n\nHe responded to the Asako's observation with an agreeing nod and, sure enough, the Lion arrived in punctual fashion. She was dressed quite impressively, too, and Terumi briefly regretted his outfit. It didn't last long and he greeted the approaching Lion with a warm smile.\n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Miho stopped at five steps from the small delegation- far enough to make impossible to reach with any Katana - and bowed elegantly to them, even though she looked like a toy soldier bending in half, as always. \"Asako-san. Shiba-san. I thank you again for your invitation. Your embassy is truly beautiful.\" She actually meant that. If there's one thing Miho could appreciate was order, and the building looked impeccable down to the last tile. Must be the Karo's work.\n\nHer eyes switched to Terumi for a moment: she had mostly addressed Sanumo with her first comment, property commanded she also took note of the duelist after his superior. \"It is good to see you again, Shiba-san. It seems like you're integrating well with your kin.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Returning Miho's bow respectfully, he did his best to match her energy. He remembered well how cold and stoic her countenance was when they first met. Mirroring that, in his mind, seemed like it would keep their guest comfortable.\n\nHe was admittedly surprised at how formally she had dressed for the occasion, but it showed how seriously she was taking this. It was always safer to go overly cautious than not in social settings.\n\n\"Thank **You** For coming, Ikoma-sama. I am sure you will find it as impressive on the inside.\" He gestured behind him and Terumi towards the property itself. \"Please come inside and partake of our hospitality.\"\n\nAs he started leading the way towards the main building and the room he'd had set aside for this, he addressed a question to the both of them. \"So, how do you two know each other?\" The question was intentionally phrased neutrally, so as not to risk offense or accidental implication.\n\n||After you each post again, my next post will detail us arriving at the room, having food/beverage brought to us, etc."
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"author": "turans",
"message": "\"He entertained my request to spar at Jotomon's dojo. I was throughoutly impressed by both his skills and character.\" Miho spoke neatly as she navigated through the corridors, under the Asako's guidance. While she did so she also took note of every guard and patrol passing through, not really because she had hostile intentions, but because she had genuine interest in military organisation and security work (And still, a small chance was still a chance).\n\nAs she entered the room, she sat with all the fluidity of a man in full armor and waited patiently for food and drink to be brought, thanking them softly. She was very frugal in her choice of foods, because for the Lion anything beyond nourishment was basically unforgivable decadence, and because she had already eaten something before coming in, to not give the idea that her lord left her hungry. She was more appreciative of the tea, though: it was a passion of hers, both drinking it and brewing it, and the Phoenix certainly made a good blend. \"Your hospitality is wonderful, Asako-san, Shiba-san. Forgive me for repeating myself, but credit must be given where it's dude.\" Finally she decided that a conversation could only be carried so far by compliments, and she switched to actual questions. \"I heard recently there has been trouble regarding an Isawa and a backfiring spell. I hope you passed through the storm unharmed.\" She had carefully chosen her words to purge them of any possible offense, but she thought the risk was worth the information she could learn. In a city where subtlety was the language and the smallest of scandals raised a storm of rumours, she was very interested in an event involving falling thunder, a mob riot and a duel with the Ambassador himself.\n\n||"
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"author": "bonepapermoon",
"message": "\"It is as she said, Asako-san.\" Terumi confirmed with a pleasant smile, dark eyes twinkling with mirth. \"We had a wonderful spar at Jotomon's dojo and a small conversation afterwards.\"\n\nHe was careful not to speak too much, preferring to play the part of an interested addition to this meeting rather than someone integral to it. It was the truth of the matter, after all. There was something else that Ikoma Miho was here for and it would not be good to impose his thoughts on the matter when he was not spoken to. The young duelist sat with a grace that enhanced his serene beauty, the tip of his sheathed wakizashi not even making a sound as it made contact with the smooth flooring as he lowered himself.\n\nHe silently partook of the tea, eyes closed as he savored the flavor politely. Terumi was more than happy to let the other two converse without him. He could talk to Ikoma Miho-san after her meeting with his superior was concluded after all.\n\nWhen she voiced her statement, Terumi's eyes opened just a bit, teacup almost to his lips when the last word left the Ikoma's lips. For a moment, he stared at her. Then he continued drinking his tea, using the cup to hide the amused smile on his lips.\n\n_The Lion really are quite charmingly bold,_ he wryly thought. \n\nThe young Shiba has always been annoyed with the Isawa but he does not let it show on his face. \n\nHis gaze flicked towards the Karo.\n\n_No, it is not his place to reply to such a statement._\n\nHe did know that it was this unpleasantness that lead to the duel of Shiba Iemon with that magnificent ronin, however. The next smile that was hidden by his teacup was a sharp, eager one. The thought of her being around the city still makes his spine tingle with excitement. He savored the thought of finding her and challenging her to another duel ... But then let's it pass. \n\nHe had a duty to the embassy. That comes first, especially when it came to this.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo had led the group into a small meeting room laden with earth tones and paintings of nature scenes dotting the walls. Depending on one's sensibilities, it may have come off as rustic or quaint, but such is often the case when dealing with the Phoenix clan's tastes (or, at the very least, those of the Asako family).\n\nMoments after their arrival, the ambassador's favorite Golden Needle tea was brought in, as well as fish and rice dishes with much of the food having been wrapped in leaves prior to cooking.\n\nHe was very happy that everything was to her liking so far, as she was all too eager to broadcast. Sadly, Sanumo was none too thrilled when she brought up ***The incident.*** For now, he ignored the small wooden box next to his seat and the hand mirror that rested face down atop it.\n\n\"The actions of Taisei were, and likely still are even now, deplorable. I would not say that we have emerged unscathed, as the way the Unicorn conducted themselves in wake of the incident has left the ambassador feeling truly spurned, but we are making do. Your concern is very much appreciated. If you have want of more specifics, you would need to meet with Shiba-sama himself, as I have been expressly asked to hold my tongue regarding the particulars.\"\n\nA fair bit of the mirth had left his eyes while he was talking, if only because the more jubilant occasion had been tainted my talk of the Isawa and their consistently awful actions.\n\n\"Please, Ikoma-sama. I had hoped this to be a more relaxing occasion for one such as yourself. In fact,-\" It was at this moment that he produced the box and mirror from his side. \"-I know it is not customary for a guest to be given a gift, but as a show of appreciation for your assistance with my sculpture, I thought it only fitting.\" He set it on the table and gently slid it with both hands until it was within her reach.\n\n*Inside the box was a long steel comb (similar in overall shape to the one pictured). The decorative flourishes along the top consisted of a spread of five silver feathers fanned out (rather than the pictured dragonfly) with the kanji for \"Serenity Amidst Chaos\" Engraved across the tips of the feathers themselves.*"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "She nodded her head, thinking inappropriate to react with more than that to this grim story. She had taken a bit of a risk, but she found it was worth gauging the situation between the Unicorns and the Phoenix: no hope of reconciliation, good. She would have went on and apologised for the rude question, and taken Sanumo's reassurances in return, but then the Asako went out of tune: instead of doing so, he started speaking about appreciations and gifts, and produced that box.\n\n*Why? What does this mean?* In a millisecond Miho considered all the ways this could be interpreted as an insult, but she found none. Was this an attempt to elicit a gift back? She wouldn't give out anything of importance to her clan on an unregulated exchange. No, this was- this was personal.\nOf course. Her Lord had promised to start searching a suitable spouse for her to stave off the ire of her mother, and when Akodo Katsuhiro said he'd do something, it was as good as done. Because this couldn't be Sanumo's personal initiative: except for how scandalous that would be, the gift was so perfect for her that he was either a staggering judge of character or had received some advice. \nFinally, after the assessment, came the judgement.\n\n*...Very well.* After acknowledging it, the situation was overall quite advantageous. Sanumo was the karo of the Phoenix in the city, not as high ranked as she would have liked but still very respectable, and he was young, he could reach higher if he kept up the work.\n\nBesides, such an union would have cemented an alliance between the Lion and the Phoenix within the city: both her duty to her clan and to her own ambitions would be satisfied. But this was all for an hypothetical future. Now they had go through another dance, meant both to satisfy protocol and give the two of them the chance to size each other up.\n\n\"I have no words, Asako-san. Only thankfulness, for such unsolicited generosity.\" Avoding to look at Terumi, who she was sure was grinning like a maniac, Miho plucked her hairpin and replaced it with the new haircomb, as a show of her appreciation. For most this gesture would have meant the collapse of her complicate hairstyle, but the Ikoma was so used to fighting and restraining her hair that they didn't even have the chance to fall apart before the replacement was done. \"I apologise. I was not as thoughtful as you were, and so come empty-handed.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "bonepapermoon",
"message": "If he had a fan, he would've spread it to cover his face. It felt like the appropriate moment to do so. His eyes did crinkle in mirth at what was developing right in front of his eyes. Was this the purpose of this entire meeting? If so, he felt like quite the intruder to this endearingly amusing scene. Terumi's eyes rapidly flicked between his clanmate and the always-serious Ikoma, considering how a match like his even began and how their future would look like.\n\nHe took another sip of the tea to stop himself from chuckling too loudly.\n\nImproper as it may be to even think, but Asako Sanumo-san would have his hands full if he ever married this Lion.\n\nIkoma Miho-san would make for a poor, traditional housewife. She was far too much of a warrior, a ranked soldier and a skilled combatant. She would not be the one to stay in the house to manage the mundane affairs. She would be someone commanding her unit towards victory.\n\nOne thing was for certain, however. Terumi would have words with his superior once this meeting was over.\n\nHe didn't know that he was more fascinated with Lions than Terumi was!\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "The Karo allowed some surprise to leak into his expression as she skipped the standard three refusals **And** Proceeded to immediately don the accessory. It should be no surprise to the others that he visibly perked up at such a display.\n\n*It appears that Kenshin was spot-on in his assessment! I'll have to send him a letter of praise.*\n\nRather oblivious to the way the other two had interpreted this gesture, he replied. \"No apologies are necessary, Ikoma-sama. The perspective you gave me has been instrumental in keeping my word to your clan. I had hoped to offer you a perspective in turn, but eventually elected to provide this as a way you could control how you are **Perceived** Instead.\"\n\nShrugging, he gestured to their food and drink. \"But I've distracted us from the accommodations. Let us enjoy this reprieve while we can.\"\n\nHaving steered the proceedings as much as his aims required, he began attending to his plate and opened the floor for the others to choose the direction of the conversation.\n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "She paused at his words: the first part had just been standard words of courtesy, but his reasoning behind the gift left her surprised by how acutely it nailed her character. She was awfully sure of her vision of things, but she took great pain in making sure others would see her as she wanted to appear. Still words from her clansmen? Or his own insights? Both possibilities were vaguely alluring. \nAt least, the moment of silence gave her an opportunity to recover and gather her ideas: they'd also have to consider who would marry in the other's family. She was confident he would be the one to take her name, but it was better to make it clear at some point: she was the only heir of her parents' bloodline, and a successful military career would have been much harder.\n\n*That's enough silence.* She finally decided, and placed down her teacup in a way that announced she was about to talk. \"Speaking of art, I have just recently picked up painting: i am leagues behind a true master, but it is a relaxing endeavour. Do you practice arts besides sculpture? Your clan is renowned for its artisans, as this very embassy testifies.\" There, a safe topic: art was one of the generally approved idle talks between samurai, so she was glad to go back on a terrain more familiar to her. She had mostly looked at Sanumo, as he was of higher rank, but she didn't do anything to exclude the Shiba either.\n\n||"
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"author": "bonepapermoon",
"message": "Terumi takes another sip, the smile on his face returning to a more proper one of polite interest. Still, hints of his amusement can be seen if one looks intently enough. This truly wasn't how he thought this meeting would go. It was quite the surprise but not a truly unwelcome one. If his superior and his newfound acquaintance wishes to ... Pursue such a relationship, who was he to gainsay it?\n\nHe certainly thought that it would not be a terrible match. It was not perfect, either, but it could be a respectable one. Then again, he was neither lord nor parent. Such intricacies was not for a simple duelist like him.\n\nWhen the topic veered off to something less volatile, Terumi gently placed the teacup down on the table and turned his face towards the courtier.\n\n\"I would also like to know, Asako-san.\" He added, a courteous smile upon his lips."
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "As the conversation turned to more idle topics, especially art, Sanumo grew ever more comfortable. Miho's initial inquiry had concerned him at the time, but she had either only had the one burning question or had elected to leave it alone for now. Either way, he was thankful.\n\n*Ah, yes. Memories of home.*\n\nWhile not everything from his youth was so rose-tinged, this aspect was.\n\n\"I cannot say that I have any cultivated talent for painting or any other non-sculpting art, but I respect and appreciate the efforts of those that do. Much artwork has passed through my family's hands due to my father's operations. While that provided me many points of reference and opportunities to try my hands at such things, only sculpting really stuck with me - though I've picked up a fair sum of broad knowledge about the arts in the process.\"\n\n\"If I may ask, why did you elect to pursue painting over the myriad alternatives? What appeals to you about it?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "She nodded her head. She was not some belligerent brute, art was a noble pursuit and artists worthy of respect. Sculpture intrigued her in particular; the constant motion of the scalpel hitting stone seemed like a great way to train your arms, though she knew dedicated sculptures often ended up half blinded from the dust flying in their eyes. \"I assume your father was a Shiba Artisan, then? I have always been interested by their work. Their performance in creating art quite resembles our Bards', though their styles are polar opposites.\" \n\nShe considered her answer with attention. She wanted to convey well the reason behind this choice without revealing too much of her weaknesses. They still belonged to different clans, after all. \"Part of the reason is very simple: I also indulge In writing, travel diaries specifically, and often this genre is paired with illustrations of the landscapes descripted in the book. However, I also find it an healthy endeavour for my character; I am a commander, and perception is at the base of my profession. The general that is blind to the battlefield is set up for a loss. Modestly I am already quite proficient in this branch of my career, but there is always room of improvement- and now that we entered a prolonged peace, I must find other ways to keep myself sharp.\" Though this was all true, it was also not the complete truth: she was good at perceiving *Details*, keeping track of her forces up to the last ashigaru. But when it came to insert her troops in the bigger picture, she often found herself struggling with it: It was both her strength and weakness, her maniacal attention to detail. Through lateral studies, she hoped to polish this double edged sword into a perfect katana, safe for her, deadly for her enemy. \"Allow me to ask the same question. What do you see in sculpture?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Not a Shiba artisan himself, no. But he has cultivated a network of such artisans and ensures their works circulate as necessary.\"\n\nHe was surprised at how much of Miho's answer centered around practicality, but all of her reasons made a certain sort of sense. That she was seeking to better herself was admirable, even if using art as a focal point for such a thing wasn't typical of Sanumo's own experience.\n\n\"For me, sculpting is an exercise in mindfulness and mastery. In many forms of art, you are building something where once there was nothing; it is a constructive pursuit. In sculpture, you deconstruct your medium until you have something that is simultaneously less and more than what you started with. You must take into account your medium, tools, force exerted, and a number of other factors in order to cultivate an end result that makes you **Feel** Something.\"\n\nHe paused to partake of some of his tea to wet his throat. \"Coupled with the comparative peculiarity of the act itself, the precision and knowledge one must wield to sculpt well makes it particularly endearing to me.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "She was not sure if she was confused by or appreciated Sanumo's philosophising: the type of philosophy she was used to was *Leadership*, do this, do not do this, do this sometimes. The Phoenix's more abstract thoughts were alien, but also intriguing. In a rare moment of fantasising, she imagined what kind of person she would be like if she had been born in the clan of magic, or any other clan. \n*Still myself, of course. The Lion only reinforced what I already was.*\n\n\"A fascinating take, Asako-san. I would love to see you sculpt something: you clearly see something in the crude stone that I don't.\" She finally put down her cup: she hadn't actually drank it all yet, but sometimes she enjoyed holding warm things with her injured hand, to see how much the heat would take to infiltrate through her dead nerves. \"Yes, fascinating. Most of my job essentially involves destroying, so the arts always held a particular appeal to me. How is it, Asako-san? Being a karo, I mean. I also often administer resources and men, but in the end it is always to maintain or reduce losses. Never to make them grow.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Certainly, Ikoma-sama. I'm not sure when my next project will be once I finish Akodo-sama's piece, but I'll make sure to notify you when the time comes. I welcome the company!\" Normally he would focus on his art alone or with minimal supervision, such as at the garden, but he wasn't strictly opposed to having someone else present. Perhaps it might even be a nice change of pace.\n\nIt shouldn't have surprised him that conversation periodically bounced back to matters of station and duty, but it did. Miho made no attempts to hide her more serious interests and it showed. Though he'd tried to keep talk away from such matters, today's visit was ultimately for her and so he obliged.\n\n\"Being a Karo is a complex affair. I must attend to asset and personnel needs, make sure I am apprised of any new developments, draft, propose, and submit paperwork, and any number of other tasks which improve or preserve our circumstances. In essence, I act as a catch-all for anything which Shiba-sama does not personally attend to. Every day presents new puzzles to test myself against, but I am honored to have the Ambassador's ear and be so in tune with the heartbeat of my clan in this city.\"\n\nAnd he meant it, the young man visibly swelling with pride at how well he'd managed to keep this teetering ship afloat since his arrival. \"There is a certain wonder to looking around yourself and seeing all the ways in which your actions bore fruit.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Miho listened with actual interest: it was not just politeness, she genuinely cared about such things. Where most found administrative hurdles tiring and annoying, to her they were almost pleasant, definitely an easier task than- whatever this meeting was. Sanumo's job felt appealing; she herself had thought about assuming such a position, after she was too old to serve in the army (assuming her career hadn't opened the way to much more prestigious posts, of course). \"I can imagine that, Asako-san. Your skill in such a complex occupation is commendable.\"\n\nShe felt a metallic taste on the tip of her tongue, the kind she got when a conversation was close running its due. She had assessed the situation, analysed her interlocutor, from there on it was likely just pleasantries. But before she left eveeything to the part of her brain stuffed with inoffensive topics, she needed to handle another thing. \"I hope you won't think I am trying to one up you, Asako-san, but I truly feel in debt for this wonderful invitation: I must make an offer of my own. I am afraid our embassy would bore you by now, so how about we meet in Daikoku's Gardens, one of these days? I can attest to their beauty, and I believe their sight would prove a great scenario for some of the topics we are debating here.\" There: Sanumo had done the first step, now she was setting up second. She just hoped the man didn't have a preordained schedule she was messing up with her offer, but if she didn't reciprocate she might have looked indifferent or rude. Besides, she didn't plan to act like a flower awaiting to be picked: if they were to do this, she would also do what was necessary to bring it to completion, instead of prolonging unnecessarily this procedure. *I should also talk about this to my lord. He might have further instructions.*\n\nSuddenly, she remembered the Shiba was in the room and she addressed him just in time to avoid being rude, moving her eyes on his face. \"You are also welcome to join us, Shiba-san.\" She imagined Terumi would refuse, if he caught the undertone, but even if he didn't she wouldn't mind, and maybe the odd duelist could shock her with another surprise.\n\n||"
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"author": "bonepapermoon",
"message": "_And now they remember that I am here,_ Terumi thought with mirth. The two of them were getting along so well that the young Shiba did not dare to open his mouth and interject in the conversation. So he made himself like a dutiful yojimbo and kept his silence. He has seen his father do it often in the presence of Benihime-sama and he was sure that his father was also soaking in the knowledge while he did it. \n\n\"I can confirm that Daikoku's Gardens would indeed provide a beautiful scenery and I thank you for the offer, Ikoma-san, but I think I shall refuse.\" He replied, tone apologetic yet still smiling. Miho has seen the strange samurai's smiles but this one had amusement as well as curiosity. He knew the underlying meaning and it was amusing him.\n\nHe did not expect that he would enjoy listening to the two of them as much as he did but he is and it was a pleasant surprise.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*The entire point of this meeting was repaying a debt and now she feels indebted? This could get out of hand...*\n\n*...But I am having a good time and this can only help strengthen the bonds between clans.*\n\nHe took the time of Terumi's response to mull it over, electing not to address the potential one-upmanship she had brought up. \"Your embassy has been far from boring for me, Ikoma-sama, but I can understand the desire for a change of scenery. Though the Ambassador keeps me busy, I am sure we can make such an outing happen. Over the coming days, simply send word of when you'd like to aim for and we can go from there. I'm sure it will be worth whatever wait that duty demands.\"\n\nEven though Sanumo was still trying to match the tone with which Miho was comporting herself, an attentive eye could tell from his body language and other occasional cues that he was looking forward to an excuse to get away from his desk for a little bit - doubly so with good company to spend it with.\n\n*I'm sure even Iemon needs a respite from time to time. I refuse to believe his Shogi matches are only for training purposes. Surely he will not begrudge me similar affordances.*\n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "She softened- a little. Like, a glacier in a slightly sunny day's level of softening. *Must be tired of staying inside. I can imagine the amount of paperwork just that Taisei affair must have brought.* Personally she wouldn't have minded, but she knew she was an anomaly (in the most flattening way one could intend that word), and so she nodded her head. \"Then expect to receive word from me soon, Asako-san. I look forward to enjoying more of your company.\" \n\nFrom there, she expertly veered the conversation towards pleasant, inoffensive arguments, that wouldn't require any of them much thought to answer on nor be cause of unintentional disrespect. Finally, it came time to leave, and after all the ritual farewells she decided to walk through daikoku's Gardens to come back to the embassy: she wanted to make sure the gardens were as she remembered them to be. However, as she walked in front of the waterfall, her eye casually fell on her own reflection in the water, and she stopped. After making sure no one was around, she tilted her head in a bit of a pose, and touched her new haircomb thoughtfully. *Uh. It's really pretty, actually.*\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon exhaled, setting his pen aside and lightly massaging his writing hand. His latest reports to their homelands were at least guardedly positive, as surprisingly nothing bad enough to rise to his attentions had occurred in the city since his last missive... At least, nothing that the Phoenix could be blamed for. *A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.* He thought somewhat ruefully.\n\nThe embassy was quiet this afternoon. Sanumo had excused himself, and Iemon had seen no reason to deny the poor man some rest. *Fortunes know how hard he has worked to help us salvage our position here. With how little he requests some time for leisure, I would consider mandating time off for him if I didn't think he would be offended...*\n\nA gentle breeze entered through the open window, and he gently closed his eyes as it passed him. It barely displaced the neat stacks of papers in front of him, and a quick adjustment had them righted to his satisfaction. \n\nWith Sanumo out, it left him with the duty of being available to meet with any guests of the Embassy. Not an onerous duty, by any means. He just had to ensure that any tasks he busied himself with would be something he could put away without losing progress. \n\nHe idly considered pulling out a shogi board and practicing positions. *Surely there are better uses of my time.* Iemon snorted, looking at the unfinished papers yet to review.\n\nHe would definitely need some tea first at the very least."
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"author": "triggladius",
"message": "After the voyage from the Jade Dawn coast, Shiba Tetsuya had never appreciated the rough and tumble of a city's streets more. The sailing had been smooth initially,and Tetsuya had lost himself in the series of books he had brought. He had even read to the crew, entertaining them with tales and seeking to teach some of the illiterate to read for themselves. Then the first storms had struck, and reading had become impossible as the ship lurched through torrential rain and heaving waves. \n\nHis personal library substantially smaller, distributed amongst the crew as thanks for his safe delivery and to help some continue with their lessons, Tetsuya had disembarked in the Bay of Drowned Honour firmly committed to never partaking in such a long sea journey again. \n\nLeading his mount, Tsubasa, by the reins, Tetsuya passed through the streets. His training guided his eyes to landmarks, entrances and exits of buildings, potential threats and escape routes. Taking in the city's character, Tetsuya breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the Phoenix embassy. It stood as an oasis of calm amid a turbulent sea of humanity. \n\nHanding his travel papers to one servant and Tsubasa's reins to another, Tetsuya made his way through the corridors of the embassy, admiring the delicate decorative touches which marked the building as belonging to the Phoenix. He silently and took up position outside an office while the servant slipped inside to present his credentials to whomsoever was awaiting within. \n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "The servants quickly bow and jump into action for the newly arrived samurai. The servant taking his papers inside the office he was led to bowed quickly but respectfully as he entered, shutting the door silently behind him.\n\nIemon looked up from his reverie and acknowledged the servant's approach with a simple nod, accepting the papers and skimming them quickly. \"Please invite our guest to join me here. Tea will be most welcome, perhaps some simple fare to accompany it?\" Though ending as a question, the command was unmistakable, though not imperious. The servant quickly bowed, returning to the new arrival. \n\n\"Please, Shiba-sama, the Ambassador will see you now.\" The servant bowed, leaving the door open for Tetsuya to enter, before sliding the door softly shut and moving to put in motion the request for refreshment.\n\nIemon stood and offered the polite bow of a senior ranking individual to a lesser one. \"Welcome, Shiba-san, to Ryoko Owari Toshi. I trust you have eaten rice today?\" He sized up the Shiba cousin before him. \"I am Ambassador Shiba Iemon, and I was about to take some tea. It would be an honor to have you join me.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "triggladius",
"message": "Tetsuya entered the office promptly and bowed appropriately at Iemon's welcome. \n\n\"It is my pleasure to be a guest in this city. Thank you for taking the time to greet me Shiba-sama. I hope the day finds you well also?\" Tetsuya introduced himself as he bowed before rising. \"It would be my honour to take tea with you.\"\n\nCrossing the room to approach the ambassador's desk, Tetsuya removed his daisho from his obi in a practised motion, taking a moment to survey the office as he awaited Iemon's invitation to sit.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon's eyes marked the movements of a practiced warrior, and silently nodded in approval. \"Please, have a seat, the tea will be in shortly I am sure.\" He waited momentarily for his guest to be seated first before quickly moving the materials on his desk off to the floor. \n\n\"I noted that you have served our clan as a yojimbo.\" He nodded to the travel papers, the only item he had left on the desk. A simple but pointed statement that this matter was the only one Iemon was attending to at the moment. \"An honorable profession, and one that leads to many opportunities.\" *And complications.* He scratches somewhat absentmindedly at the scar forming on his left wrist.\n\n\"I am certain that you will be a welcome addition to the city, and to the Phoenix's presence here.\" The statement, though well-intended at face value carried additional weight when the memory of one who had been newly arrived had done much to harm their Clan's reputation in the short time he had resided here. \n\nThe elderly servant brought in a pot of freshly brewed tea, with two cups and two small dishes of pickles and rice. Iemon poured for his guest swiftly, before he would have a chance to interject. Sincerity in humility was something that the Ambassador cultivated actively, and it showed in how it was second-nature for him to show honor to individuals that would be considered subordinates.\n\n||"
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"author": "triggladius",
"message": "Tetsuya sat, keeping his swords on his left side, so as to be better able to draw and turn should danger seek to follow him into the office. Conscious of the potentially threatening impression he might give his host however, Tetsuya inclined his head. \"Please take no offence Shiba-sama. I simply wish to always be ready to serve and protect. I have never mastered drawing from my right side.\" \n\nNoting Iemon's emphasis of his travel papers, Tetsuya offers a small smile. \"It has been my honour and privilege to serve the Phoenix from our northern borders to the City of the Rich Frog and back again.\" \n\nStriving not to look ashamed as the Ambassador poured his tea, Tetsuya inclined his head before accepting the cup. \n\"You honour me Shiba-sama. I am keen to be of service once again.\"\n\nAs he waited for the tea to cool, Tetsuya was conscious that with his voyage at an end, he was without a task. The feeling was humbling and made him feel vulnerable, like a warrior without armour on the battlefield. The tea was delicately fragrant. Its scent evoked misty mornings in the Isawa Mori, with dew hanging heavy on the leaves. \n\n\"Have you found the city to your liking Shiba-sama?\" He asked, posing the inquiry as small talk. It was a probing question, but one which could yield insights into the threats he or any new charge might face.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon looked appraisingly at the other samurai as he placed his swords on his left rather than his right. \"Perhaps that can be a proficiency we work to improve in you stay here. Though I am not the finest blade in the city, I still would place myself high.\" Another haunting itch crept into his scar. \"Despite my office now, it was not so long ago that I was a Yojimbo as well. The protection of others and service of our Clan are high callings indeed, and I respect your willingness to answer that call.\"\n\nHe gave a small smile as he poured the cup. \"You honor us with your presence, this is truly the least I can do to express gratitude.\" The tea was a particularly fine blend that Iemon reserved for Phoenix visiting the city, meant to evoke memories of home. Another way he sought to ensure his guest felt welcome. \n\nThe question about the city disturbed his placid features slightly, as a breeze shifted the face of a pond and then stilled just as quickly. \"The city has merits and detriments as any does. Certainly, though, we have had quite a few helpings of poor fortune. Tell me, have tidings of our Clan reached where you had served previously? I do not wish to repeat things you already know.\" Though it is not his favorite subject, the offer is an honest one. \n\n||"
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"author": "triggladius",
"message": "\"I would be honoured for the opportunity to train with you Iemon-sama.\"\n\nTetsuya took a sip of his tea and felt warmth flow through his body as though he had been frozen to his core ever since leaving the lands of the Phoenix. \n\nAs Iemon described his previous occupation, Tetsuya listened intently. It explained much about the Ambassador's style of reception. \n\n\"To serve is to lead, in spirit and deed.\" Tetsuya invoked a familiar mantra. \"From Agasha Tarou's *'Art of Peace'*.\" Tetsuya took another sip of tea and even proffered a small smile. \"In my opinion, the duty of a samurai has rarely been captured so succinctly.\"\n\n\"In truth Iemon-sama, I must confess my ignorance concerning our clan's affairs in this city.\" Tetsuya bowed his head in contrition. \"I am aware that we stand custodian for one of the finest libraries beyond the lands of the Asako, and that we have some a cluster of merchants trading in our name. Other than that, I cannot say much. My last charge had duties and responsibilities which drew his gaze towards the City of the Rich Frog more than Ryoko Owari Toshi.\"\n\n*'Likely for the best, for who knows what trouble he would have gotten himself into in the City of Lies.'* Tetsuya thought to himself, feeling a familiar stone of unease settle in his stomach. *'Perhaps marriage will rein him in where I could not.'*\n\nTaking another sip of his tea to conceal his discomfort, Tetsuya noted Iemon-sama's candid openness regarding the clan's prospects and recognised it as another sign of trust and humility before a guest. Tetsuya already felt a great deal of respect for his fellow Shiba. \n\n\"What manner of poor fortune do you mean Ambassador? Is there aught I can do to assist?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"The honor will be shared, Tetsuya-san.\" Iemon gives an approving nod, returning the familiarity offered. \n\n\"I concur. No matter one's rank, a samurai is fated to serve. It is when that sight is lost that blind mistakes are made, ones that have lead to the circumstances we have found ourselves in here.\" He sips his tea, letting the segue of conversation sink in while he let the warmth allay his spirits. \n\n\"Our prospects when I was given this assignment had seemed straightforward enough: secure allegiance, support peace, and ensure that we secure the trade of opium so that our Clan would be able to use it to produce medicines to reduce suffering throughtout the Empire. This city, however, seems to have a mind of its own for twisting things in the worst possible way. The Scorpions' fall from grace left a vacuum, one that threatened to destabilize the tenuous peace and disrupt the daily life of all who reside here. The Unicorn came to us offering peace, while my Karo Asako Sanumo suggested pushing forward with a tripartite government, instead of merely having a single 'vistor' who came away as sole steward of the city. All seemed... Perfect. Then lightning struck.\" Iemon paused, a sorrowful smile crossing his face. \"Regrettably literal, in this case.\n\n\"A young Isawa shugenja took it upon himself to join in a chase over stolen swords. Despite by all accounts the culprit nearly being caught, he elected to call down Osano-wo's Furyin the midst of the Leatherworkers' Quarter, nearly killing the young hinin and nearly infuring one Utaku Masanori. For his part, the shugenja renounced his family name and left to ride the waves. Since he had not been properly been assigned a yojimbo that may have allowed some sort of check to that poor decision making, I assented to represent our Clan in a duel with the Unicorn over the matter of honor involved.\" Iemon rolls his left sleeve back, exposing the healing scar on his left forearm. \"It did not go well, regrettably.\n\n\"Things have become an uneasy stalemate since, and with risen tensions with the Crab due to their daimyo's role in the death of the Master of Earth, we find ourselves looking for friends where we may amongst the Great Clans with our intent still fixed upon the ideal of exemplifying the way of Peace.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "triggladius",
"message": "Tetsuya hid his emotions behind sips of tea as Iemon recounted the tale of the Isawa and the Unicorn. It was a sorry tale. That the Ambassador himself had felt the need to participate in the duel showed the depth of the crisis. \n\n*\"The road to peace is lined with jagged rocks and thorned weeds. It rises to perilous heights and sinks to treacherous depths. Yet the true pilgrim will continue gladly, for no other journey has greater purpose.\"* The sage scripture of Agasha Tarou once more rose to Tetsuya's mind.\n\nSurveying the scar on Iemon's forearm, Tetsuya's mind ran through a series of duelling poses and postures, seeking to reconstruct the strike which inflicted such a wound. Of the foreign techniques of the Unicorn however, he had little knowledge. \n\nTetsuya's experience of drawing steel against the Unicorn had been far less formalised, a desperate clash of swords in the streets. The urge to rub the scar on his shoulder, a gift from the curved blade of a Moto warrior, was hidden behind another sip of tea before Tetsuya found his voice again.\n\n\"If our task here is to build and rebuild harmony between the Clans then I am ready to assist in any way I can Shiba-sama.\" Tetsuya laid down his tea cup and bowed his head in gratitude.\n\n\"I can begin wherever and however you see fit.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "The scar, to Tetsuya's eyes, would appear more familiar than strange. Clearly left by a katana rather than a curved Unicorn blade.\n\nWith a quick motion, Iemon's kimono sleeve covered his wound again, signifying in a way the end of that particular topic in favor of a more current one. \"Again, I must express my gratitude for your willingness, Shiba-san. It will be a difficult path we tread in the coming months. But, with capable individuals such as yourself here, I believe it is one we will manage to traverse despite earlier missteps.\"\n\nHe sipped the last of his tea thoughtfully. \"I suggest two tasks to you. For the more immediate, I suggest reporting to Asako Yamanosuke-san, our captain of the garrison. He will benefit from having someone as capable as you at his side. For the second...\" Iemon paused, pondering for a moment. \"I would ask that you keep yourself available for our shugenja. Karo Asako Sanumo-san has put into place a policy going forward that any of our Clan shugenja that seek to leave the embassy grounds be accompanied. Since you are an experienced yojimbo, it would be ideal that you fill that role in the short term when possible. Perhaps you can even serve as a mentor to aspiring yojimbo as time goes on?\" \n\nHe sat back, easing himself into a more leasurely position. \"Wholly at your discretion for the future as well, once my arm is fully healed, I would welcome the chance to spar with you.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "triggladius",
"message": "\"I look forward to the day Iemon-sama.\"\n\nTetsuya placed down his teacup and bowed his head as he acknowledged the ambassador's polite dismissal. \n\n\"I brought little in the way of personal luggage. So I shall make myself known to Asako Yamanosuke-sama and Asako Sanumo-sama as swiftly as I am able. In turn I shall make myself available to any of our clan requiring an escort into the city's streets. \n\nAt the mention of mentoring, Tetsuya allowed his face to bear a knowing smile. \"I have always found that it was my charges who required guidance on occasion, rather than any student of the Shiba dojo.\"\n\n\"Indeed, my sensei, Shiba Makoto, always taught us that the true duty of a Shiba was to *'Take your charge beneath your wing but ensure they have the space to learn.'*\" \n\nTetsuya sat upright as he recited the lines, adopting the voice and stature of an older, rigid, man. Returning to his usual voice, Tetsuya continued.\n\n\"I will be honoured to pass on the lessons I have learned to another yojimbo if they have any interest in my previous duties. Otherwise, I shall be keen to explore the embassy's library.\" \n\nReaching for his daisho, Tetsuya set both sheaths through his obi, and bowed once more.\n\n\"My thanks again for your warm welcome amidst what I am sure are far worthier demands upon your time Iemon-sama.\"\n\nWith that, Tetsuya rose and respectfully withdrew, leaving the Ambassador to his duties. \n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Shiba Makoto-sama sounds to be a wise teacher indeed.\" Iemon said, nodding approvingly. \n\nHe rose and bowed to the man in return. \"Thank you again for your services offered, Shiba-san. I look forward to working with you for the good of our Clan's interests. Know that, though I am a busy man, the well-being of all of our clanmates here in this city is a matter of high import. It is no demand, but a privilege to be able to welcome you here.\" \n\nUpon his departure, Iemon resumed his seat as one of the servants cleared the tea away. He pulled the next piece of business to the area in front of him, considering it before glancing at the door the new Shiba had departed from. *A sensible seeming samurai indeed. I only hope we won't have to draw too deeply on his services in the near future.*\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "The Karo's presence around the embassy was a bit hard to predict. With as much as he presided over, it wasn't uncommon to only see him at distance or in passing as he flitted from one task to the next.\n\nFor that reason, it was likely rather concerning when Sanumo passed Setsuka in the halls early one morning and stopped only long enough to pass her a small slip of grey paper. Upon opening it, the only text said, \"Please find time to visit my office this afternoon.\"\n\nHe hadn't stopped to discuss it at all, departing once the missive, if it could even be called that, had switched hands.\n\nRegardless of what she took away from that brief encounter at the time, the Karo had painstakingly cleared part of his schedule to leave an appropriate window for her arrival - and he would be waiting.\n\n||"
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"author": "hukkatar",
"message": "Although surprised and full of questions after the Karo left Setsuka with the mysterious slip of grey paper, she simply bowed her head in thanks when her surperior had passed, trusting that there was a good reason for whatever was going on.\n\nHowever, Setsuka did have a bit of a hard time focusing on her tasks at the shrines, as she wondered what use the Karo had for her. \n\nAs afternoon approached, Setsuka hastened to the embassy, determined not to be late or to waste the Karo's time. Before she approached the office, she calmed her breath, discreetly smoothed her red hakama - and knocked on the Karo's door.\n\"My lord? Kaito Setsuka, at your service,\" She announced her presence.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "A muffled \"Come in\" Was promptly heard through the door. As she entered, the interior of the Karo's office was on full display. The dark wooden interior consisted of half-filled bookshelves to either side, a locked cabinet at the bottom of each. The back wall had a window sufficient to read by.\n\nThe only other furniture consisted of stiff, functional chairs, a vase of yellow carnations and lobelia on his desk and, of course, the desk itself. Its wood matched the paneling of the shelves and walls, but featured three mons branded into the front (that of the Phoenix, Asako, and Asako Loremasters, in descending order). The surface of the desk was tidy, with papers carefully stacked and little indentations in which writing instruments fit perfectly.\n\nThe Karo himself appeared to be in his typical attire; a basic, earth-toned kimono and a length of cord wrapped around his forehead to keep his hair out of his eyes.\n\n\"Please sit, Kaito-san. I appreciate you making the time. I'm sure you have many questions, but first, have you spoken of this meeting to anyone else?\"\n\nIt was certainly a peculiar note for him to start things off on.\n\n||"
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"author": "hukkatar",
"message": "Setsuka bowed and took the offered seat, taking in the minimalistic yet extremely stylish furnishing of the Karo's office.\n\n\"No, my lord, I have not spoken to anyone of this,\" She shook her head. For the Karo to request her attendance with a note - instead of doing so face-to-face - told Setsuka there was secrecy or things of great importance in question.\n\nWhile the Phoenix were not as secretive as the Scorpions, as the de-facto guardians of the shugenja arts, the Clan knew when things were best kept secret; a skill most members of the Clad adopted, consciously or not.\n\n\"How may I be of assistance?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*Excellent. She took the cue just as planned.*\n\n\"Well, since you've asked so pointedly, I've arranged an important task for you to perform. Surely you know of the bazaar at the outer edge of the city? The Phoenix made arrangements to manage its spiritual security, but our samurai tasked with doing so was... Well, it was the same shugenja that ruined our relations with the Unicorn.\" His brow knit together at the discomfort of the memory.\n\n\"I recently finished discussions with the Unicorn to see if they would still allow us this responsibility. They are no longer willing to entrust the task to us alone, instead requesting that we send a representative to work in tandem, as equals, with one of their own shugenja who has taken up the slack in the meantime. **You** Are the representative we agreed upon.\"\n\nThere were quite a few more details to cover, but he paused at this juncture to gauge her reaction and what it exposed of her character.\n\n||"
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"author": "hukkatar",
"message": "\"M-me? I mean, of course my lord, it would be a great honor to undertake such a task,\" Setsuka stammered, before catching herself; bowing her head and folding her hands in her lap. She blinked a few times, gathering her thoughts and getting over her surprise.\n\n\"Spiritual security *Is* An area of expertise I have training and experience with,\" She affirmed - both to Sanumo and to herself. \"And I have no issues with working with another Clan's shugenja,\" Setsuka added. *Assuming our mutual goal remains the same,* She thought to herself but didn't want to start jinxing anything by saying such ideas out loud.\n\n\"If I may ask, lord Asako, what exactly did this Phoenix shugenja do to sour our relationships with the Unicorn?\" Setsuka asked tentatively. \"I have still much to catch up to with past events within this city - and I hope that I can avoid making the same mistakes as this samurai made, or at the very least, be aware of the causes for the Unicorns' distrust.\"\n\nMany more questions bubbled in the young shrine maiden's mind but she kept them in, lest she start sounding like a young student at a dojo on their first day. However, despite the surprise of being offered - or assigned - such a responsibility, Setsuka did feel confident enough in herself and in her skills that she did not feel excessively anxious. A little nervous, perhaps, but not enough to show it - or so she hoped.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*Lord Asako, hm? I like the sound of that.*\n\nSanumo had done his best to keep a lid on this so far and so it made sense to him that the shrine maiden showed genuine surprise at this news ||even if not for the reason he thinks||. \n\nThe fact that she echoed his confidence in her abilities and inquired about the failures of her predecessor helped keep his nerves from creeping in - and spoke to her priorities besides. \"He called Osano-Wo's wrath down on a young girl, a child who had stolen something and was trying to flee. Utaku Masanori, a prominent Unicorn, had nearly apprehended them and was blown clean through a wall for his trouble.\" \n\nThere was no point in talking circles around the issue, especially with what was at stake. \"We are fortunate that he survived and appears to have no long-term injuries, but you can see why this destroyed our reputation - both with the Unicorn and, to varying extents, the rest of the city.\"\n\n\"And why it is of the utmost importance that you reflect well upon us.\" This could not be overstated.\n\n||"
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"author": "hukkatar",
"message": "Upon hearing the actions of her predecessor, Setsuka had a hard time keeping her face neutral and hide her flabbergasted expression. She was not sure what she had expected to hear, maybe some evidence of bribery, or getting into a drunken fistfight - *Not* That this shugenja had managed to blast an important figure through a wall by the aid of a kami's power.\n\n\"That, um, is indeed a severe incident,\" Setsuka managed to say before pressing her palms briefly together in a quick, but earnest, prayer. \"I thank the Fortunes that Utaku-sama was not harmed permanently.\"\n\nAs Sanumo emphasized the importance of her assignment, Setsuka's face was serious, but determined. Of course, she was a little worried whether or not she could fix the damage done to the Phoenix' reputation, but she was determined to give it her all. She nodded solemnly.\n\n\"I understand, my lord,\" Setsuka said, bowing her head. \"I acknowledge the severity of the situation and my role in it.\"\n\n\"If I may, what practical tasks am I expected to take on, aside from general spiritual tending of the location?\" She continued. \n\nPerhaps a quirk of the Kaito - and other Families who lived in rural and rough areas - she was quick to start think on the immediate actions and their execution; rather than wondering and debating about when, what, how and why to do something. The latter case being a habit some nobler, urban Families might partake in; and with good reason, no doubt, but to the rural Families it seemed unnecessary, and a waste of time: one could already be out in the fields helping the farmers salvage their crops, or clear out a landslide, or other such manner of events, instead of arguing around shiny tables.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Agreed.\" He nodded firmly. \"The ronin known as Taisei did not become so by erring mildly.\"\n\nHe was **Still** Dealing with the aftermath of that and probably would be for some time yet. It was good that she so readily grasped the weight of his actions, such that she wouldn't knowingly follow in his footsteps.\n\nAnd if she did, Sanumo would see to it that there would **Not** Be a second Phoenix ronin wandering about.\n\n\"Many of the specificities of your position are beyond me. But broadly speaking? Based on the negotiations, it sounds like you should expect to screen incoming goods for spiritual hazards, work to identify, appease, and protect the local spirits, and tasks of a similar nature. Anything you surmise would make these goals more efficient should be given due consideration. In pursuit of this, I will make the embassy's resources available to you within reason and upon request.\"\n\n\"In fact,\" He perked up, \"-the Unicorn agreed to loan us a copy of The Golden Histories for you to learn from, such that more exotic or far-flung threats and solutions to them may be known to you. It should arrive in the coming days.\" He seemed especially upbeat about that bit; an unexpected windfall to top an otherwise dodgy meeting.\n\n\"However you approach this posting, make sure that you and Utaku Takeda-san act with cohesion. You are to serve as equals and I will not suffer overreach or belittlement from either of you - not that I have reason to expect it.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "hukkatar",
"message": "Setsuka nodded as Sanumo listed out her responsibilities, and sighed with relief inwards. The tasks didn't seem too difficult nor complicated, and she had already conducted similar missions before. Having another shugenja to help with the tasks would make it even easier - especially when dealing with surprises. Upon hearing that she will have the chance to study The Golden Histories, Setsuka's face visibly lit up and she sympathized with Sanumo's excitement. \n\n\"That is unexpectedly blessed news!\" Setsuka couldn't help but smile. \"I am honored that I may study and expand my knowledge.\" She could barely stop herself from starting to daydream of the new information she could gain. It was not very common for Clans to share such knowledge, but the situation called for it.\n\nUpon hearing the name of her colleague-to-be, Setsuka made sure to memorize it. No greater shame than having to ask your future coworker's name, as if she hadn't cared enough to find out.\n\"Yes, my lord, I shall treat Utaku-sama with the respect they deserve,\" Setsuka nodded. *Especially if they are my senior.* She knew the limits of her current skills and knowledge and had no issues letting the experienced take the lead - although she hoped to one day (and sooner than later) be the one leading and teaching. \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Wonderful.\" He clasped his hands together in front of him. \"In that case, I only have two more points to cover before you may resume your duties.\"\n\n\"Firstly, I would like to act as your handler insofar as it relates to your dealings with the bazaar.\" He lifted his chin slightly, as though half-expecting her to debate the point. \"Part of being Karo is ensuring that the Ambassador is not overworked or handling matters that could reasonably be delegated. If he ever *Does* Inquire with you about your new posting, I urge you to send him my way.\"\n\nIt was a delicate thing he was doing by hiding just under Iemon's nose. The fewer reasons he would have to snoop into this arrangement, the more likely that it would survive scrutiny and spare the both of them an awkward discussion.\n\n\"And secondly, Utaku Takeda-san requested that you and he meet as soon as you are available, so as to become more familiar with one another before working in the field. While you're at it, make sure you discuss Atsuko-san, head of law enforcement for the bazaar, and how you will be expected to interface with them throughout your duties.\"\n\nIn the wake of his words, he paused and rotated the vase of flowers on his desk, seemingly pleased with the view from a different angle. \"Is there anything else you feel you need from this meeting, Kaito-san?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "hukkatar",
"message": "Setsuka nodded diligently and brushed a stray strand of hair back in place.\n\n\"Yes sir, I shall report to you directly,\" She replied, thinking how it certainly did make sense that such relatively mundane tasks would be delegated to the Karo, instead of the Ambassador having to be roped into every little task and assignment. \n\nDelighted to hear that she would be meeting her coworker soon, Setsuka sighed inwardly with relief - otherwise she might've spent the next days and nights filled with anxiety. Not that she had any doubts of her coworker or her own skills, but a new job is a new job, and meeting new people is a stressor even if one is quite extroverted.\n\n\"Thank you, sir. Everything is clear,\" She bowed her head, before continuing. \n\"I only wish to inquire whether Utaku-sama has suggested a meeting time, or should I go seek them from the bazaar?\" Setsuka asked, also resting her gaze on the vase of flowers, and admired the skillful arrangement. She had personally never had the chance to practice the art of arranging flowers, but Setsuka did nevertheless recognize the artistic skill.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "He shook his head, \"He did not. I would recommend sending a letter about it, rather than attempting to catch him in the midst of his duties - though the decision is ultimately yours.\"\n\nRising from his seat, the Karo bowed (something he had failed to do when Setsuka first arrived) - and a touch lower than custom necessitated. When he rose, it was with a slight softness to his gaze.\n\n\"May the Fortunes line your path with blessings, Kaito-san. You have given me some hope for the future and I will be watching your efforts with great interest.\"\n\nSanumo knew that remark likely placed additional pressure upon her, but that seemed only fitting given the circumstances. Perhaps it was a bit much, but he would rather be over-cautious than under. He stayed standing, the unspoken dismissal cloying the air.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "||For context, I'm setting this scene after the events of \n\nSanumo had come prepared today. The taste of failure never settled well with him - and doubly so in his current posting. Though Iemon had been much more understanding than he could have hoped for, he had no intention of making this a habit. Thus, he had prepared a stack of reports and proposals to bring before the ambassador in order to, among other things, emphasize that this failure did not detract from his usefulness.\n\nKnocking briefly at the door in spite of the fact that he was expected, he admitted himself when acknowledged, bowed as cleanly as the papers in his arms would allow, and took a seat.\n\n\"Thank you for agreeing to yet another meeting with me. I'm sure you're beginning to grow rather tired of them.\" He gave a strained smirk. \"Though I promise this one is especially worthwhile.\"\n\nAs he set his information out into four stacks, each had a cover page emblazoned with large kanji. They were a temporary measure to allow Iemon to perhaps gain an idea of what was in each and would be discarded before the documents were ultimately stored, if they were even kept at all.\n\nThey read as follows:\n\"Blunted Pincers?\"\n\"Thunder's Shadow\"\n\"A Battle of Definitions\"\n\"Steel Talons\"\n\nRather than diving directly into any particular report, he awaited a reply from Iemon and potentially an indication of which caught his initial interest.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon had ensured that his desk was perfectly clear for this meeting, and was glad he had done so when he saw the stacks of paper that his Karo brought with him. \"Firstly, Sanumo-san, I hope I do not have to reassure you that your presence is a bother. I trust your judgement in bringing matters to my attention when they have need of official action, and know that you would be the last person to attempt to waste my time.\"\n\nHe let his eyes roam over the large kanji on top of the stacks placed before him, his face quizzical as he examined them.\n \"Quite the fanciful titles that you've brought me, I must say.\" He poured a cup of tea for Sanumo and carefully placed it on his side of the desk, not wanting to risk even a drop spilling by sliding it, and took a sip of his own tea. \"A Battle of Definitions seems an apt place to start.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Though appreciated, Iemon's assurances only went skin-deep. He knew how his superior felt about him and his work, but he needed to feel the stain of failure washed clean from himself. No amount of words alone would accomplish that. He did, however, nod in acknowledgment of them before getting to the matter at hand. \"I had hoped the titles would help steer our discussion towards your personal preferences.\"\n\n\"In truth, I believe that is the topic you will be most interested in discussing today. Here, allow me.\" He picked up the report and procured several different marked-up documents that he set in front of the ambassador as he spoke.\n\n\"I recently visited city hall to go through some records with the assistance of one Seppun Arata-sama. I was looking specifically into the administration of the Unicorn's bazaar.\"\n\n\"As you may know, per this bit of legal code-\" He gestured \"-the Unicorn are obligated to pay a minimum in taxes to the lord of the land on which the bazaar rests. They have been making these payments to the Imperial administration ever since they took over.\"\n\n\"However...\" He leaned forward in his seat to a rough sketch he had drawn based on memory (it was surely significantly different from what he had witnessed, but would convey the point he wished to). \"...I was able to view one of the latest Imperial surveys and the bazaar **Actually** Rests partly within city limits and partly within Scorpion lands.\"\n\n\"The law dictates that these payments must be made to **The** Singular lord on which the market is built, but there are two such lords. If one could gain enough support and make a case for it, the Unicorn have been grossly delinquent in paying the Scorpion their dues.\"\n\nSanumo had his reasons for having uncovered this information, but he would save his opinions and reservations until asked.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon raised his eyebrows at this. \"That is certainly intriguing to say the least. Obviously this would be less about the payments themselves, but rather the exposure of the bazaar not being administrated adequately, of course?\" Certainly it wasn't a matter of money, as such concerns were meant to be beneath the concerns of samurai.\n\n\"Though I am certain the Scorpion would appreciate our attentiveness, it could be questioned if the Imperial administration would feel the same way about it, and while he is still in control it is his opinion that would matter most. As you said, the dues would be meant for ***The*** Singular lord, and proposing taking from an Imperial steward is... Potentially a daunting task to take on..\"\n\nHe sat back, ruminating. \"Please, give me your thoughts upon the matter. Am I being too cautious in my thinking?\" He was certain Sanumo had an intriguing course of action that would be coupled with this information, but he couldn't quite make out what it might be.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo was quiet. He knew the many ways this could go and it was very important to frame things correctly and, as much as Iemon may not appreciate it, in an open and unbiased manner.\n\n\"Let us look at this from three perspectives; the pro-Scorpion, the pro-Unicorn, and the Imperial.\"\n\n\"From the pro-Scorpion perspective, the city has never been lost to them for long and they need it back. While pointing out this flaw won't do them much credit unless they come forward with it themselves, it puts the Unicorn in a poorer light as candidates to receive the governorship. That, at the very least, is a positive outcome.\"\n\n\"From the pro-Unicorn perspective, it would be best if this never came to light, but it almost certainly will, even if we burned these papers and joined our ancestors today. The longer this goes unresolved, the more potential it has to hurt when it is pressed; larger sums and difficulties being involved. The ideal scenario for them would be to either win the legal battle proving their payments are correct or to lose that battle as soon as possible so as to minimize asset loss and give them more time to combat any ramifications to their reputation.\"\n\n\"The Imperials are here to observe and determine who is best fit to receive the governorship. It is in their best interests to have information such as this at their disposal to make an informed decision. I guarantee you that the Imperials do not lack funds with which to handle their affairs, so I wouldn't be so concerned on that front. And nobody is advocating for the Imperials returning anything they've already been given by the Unicorn.\"\n\nBy this point, Sanumo had firmly talked his way around his own opinions and instead supplied the perceived ones of others. There was an audible pause as his mind stopped whirring through so many possibilities.\n\n\"I think there are many reasons that this topic should be aired, but the particulars of how and when it is done are very important.\"\n\nOne thing the Ambassador had said had caught his attention and he addressed it at the very end. \"If this did come down to a formalized argument, we would have to request someone of higher status than the governor to come and make an arbitration, would we not?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon nodded. \"I see, thank you for clarifying.\" He took a moment, considering his words in light of the volume of information that had been provided. \"Were it to come to a formalized argument, yes absolutely. But from your assessment, it sounds like that is moderately unlikely, at least from the Imperial and Unicorn fronts. The Scorpion would stand the most to benefit from a more drawn out argument from the reasons you listed, as the longer it was drawn out the better it would elevate them by comparison.\" *But then, is that the point? Appealing to a higher authority would certainly elevate the claim to a much wider scale than local happenstance.* \n\nHe looked up at Sanumo, as he finished this thought. \"So, to the particulars then. Obviously this information is a weapon that could either be used to curry favor or cause greater harm, depending on how we wish to cut with it.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Our most potent objective, greater than all others, is ensuring the longevity of peace. We must consider this through that lens.\" Were he talking to anyone else, he would be more careful, but Iemon had shown himself willing to accept such treatment as long as it helped provide clarity.\n\n\"If the Scorpion gain control, the Unicorn will strive to bring war to them. If the Unicorn gain control, or truly anyone but the Scorpion themselves, then the Underhand will seek to oust them however is necessary. I...\" He struggled with the unyielding nature of the forces before him. No matter what he did, there would always be those who sought places to plunge their blades.\n\n\"Ultimately, I believe that any threat levied against the Scorpion will be more opaque and easier to thwart than any levied **By** Them. Between that and their long history as governors of the city, I believe that they are the practical choice to support. At least, in lieu of our rebuffed triumvirate plan.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon considered this thoughtfully. To be sure, the history of the city and each brief change of hands away from Scorpion hands had been a repeated cycle that amounted to its return to their holdings. \"I am loathe to consider it, but all options should be weighed. The only way this city would change hands for longer than a season would be if the entire province were to be taken from them, securing access to the city and clamping down on the common folk to prevent sedition. That does not foster peace, nor would it be something that either of us would see to completion in our lifetimes.\" He looked down, the thought particularly sobering. \n\n\"Though it is an option that is deplorable to us, I wonder if it is something the chief contenders have weighed... Or who would be the first to consider it.\"\n\nHe cleared his throat after a few moments of silence, the words themselves sitting poorly on his palate, and Iemon's discomfort was plainly written on his face. *Perhaps some tea would help remove the foul taste that has been left behind by such talk.*\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "There was some small solace in the fact that Iemon was also beleaguered by such thoughts. \"I am certain this line of thinking has been pursued by others, though I will not presume by whom or how far they allowed it to go on unchecked.\"\n\nA rigid silence took hold, broken only by the gentle pouring of tea for his Ambassador. This decision was a weighty one and he was more than willing to spare it the time it deserved.\n\n\"I refuse to urge you to make this choice in haste. If you would prefer more time to think on it, we can move on to another report and table the matter for whensoever you might be ready.\"\n\nSanumo very nearly elected not to share a particular detail with Iemon, worried that it might cloud his judgement. In the end, his duty to be thorough in his responsibilities as Karo won out.\n\n\"Irrespective of how we proceed, it is worth noting that we have not been living up to the full letter of our obligations to the bazaar. Taisei, no longer one of us, has been unable to perform his screenings for spiritual hazards.\" Visibly displeased, his mind lingered on the fact that the clan was still reeling from the man's actions after all this time.\n\n\"How should we remedy this oversight?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Certainly that must be remedied immediately. I do not know if we have any unassigned Shugenja that may be able to step in right away, but perhaps we could request Isawa Noboru-san take up some of that, though I would not want to take him away from his duty of investigating meishodo.\" Iemon sipped his tea with a nod of thanks. \"Isawa Kashikoi-san could perhaps be an option as well, but if he is going to assist in the investigation of that 'Silver' individual, I would not want to dilute his efforts there either. I could formally request additional Shugenja support from our homelands, but the longer we go without fulfilling our duty, the more we potentially shame ourselves.\"\n\nHe paused again, his mind wandering back to the unpleasant topic he had given voice to. With effort, he dismissed it, and turned to the other reports. \"Well, Sanumo-san, I chose the last one, it is only fair to allow you to select the next!\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"I will evaluate our current resources and proceed accordingly.\" He inclined his head to the older samurai's wisdom. One problem, at least, was ironed out.\n\nA measure of seconds later, he replaced the report between them with *Blunted Pincers.* \"While looking into the previous topic, it became pertinent to examine past endeavors for the context they provide to the present.\" A classic move for a historian such as he.\n\n\"Imagine my surprise to discover that one of these was headed by a Yasuki who, reportedly, hardly knew his way around a ledger. Yet more peculiar is that those under his command consisted of ***Six Kuni** And a dozen Kaiu. The details, as recorded by a non-inquisitive eye, paint them as having made utter buffoons of themselves in the Noble Quarter not long after their arrival and they were summarily removed from the city.\"\n\nHe allowed that to sink in.\n\n\"While I understand that the Crab are not the most... Tactful, I am hard-pressed to look at this and not think that this was some sort of failed hunt of the supernatural, rather than an excessive bout of civic buffoonery.\" His speech had picked up momentum, growing mildly incensed. \"This was around the start of the 12th century. If I am not being paranoid, Iemon - if they were after something - it is very possible that whatever it was is still out there.\"\n\n\"I am of the mind that we should discuss the matter with them. In the best scenario, it is either nothing or already dealt with. In the worst...\"\n\nIt was left unsaid.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "The numbers mentioned caused Iemon's eyebrows to shoot up in overt surprise. \"Undoubtedly there was something of great import, the Crab are not known for sending their samurai away from the Wall unless absolutely necessary. Especially with that many Kuni in question, that would be a sizable force to spare from their defenses.\" He agreed, pouring some tea for Sanumo as well. \n\n\"While possible, and certainly worth inquiring on, I wonder that they did not send an additional group to look into an issue that required that many samurai. It makes me think they may have accomplished what they had set out to do in the first place, or their would likely have been some sort of revisiting on their part, wouldn't it?\"\n\nEven as he said the words, the doubts in his mind came to the forefront. \"Then again, as these things go, the Crab may have chosen to focus on exterior defense, and with how much tumult the 1120s brought to the Empire as a whole, who is to say where their records ended up?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"For all that the Crab focus outwards, and rightfully so given the foe they face, they can find themselves failing to focus inwards. Were they more prone to such, perhaps they would have discovered Kuni Yori before he stole the Master of Earth from us.\"\n\nThe above was delivered not as a tale of passion and hatred against the Crab, but as a cautionary reminder of the failings of others. He hoped that his words, combined with the firmness of his gaze, got that sufficiently across.\n\nWhat was important was that Iemon had already admitted that it was worth bringing up with them. That was good enough for Sanumo.\n\n\"I will verify the truth of the situation with them and brief you on the results.\" After a little time for Iemon to parse through the written particulars to his heart's content, he prompted the older samurai. \"I believe it is your turn to select the next topic.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon gave a slight inclination to his head at the mention of the former Master of Earth, the words landing home well enough. \"That will likely be the best option, as long as it is brought up in light of their rightful focus on the threats beyond our border, expressing that we share their concern for security of the Empire as a whole.\" Especially in light of the invasion and chaos that had only been repulsed by the combined efforts of of the Clans, the need for the Crab's vigilance had been proven beyond any doubt.\n\n\"Speaking of, Ambassador Koyama had written of an important matter, but I think we should finish with your reports first. Let's say... Steel Talons?\" The titles that Sanumo had provided, while apt, certainly evoked the imagination. *He seems to have a flair for presentation, which I can certainly appreciate.* Iemon thought to himself, sipping again at the tea.\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "He cocked an eyebrow at the mention of a letter from the Crab Ambassador, but quickly resumed a more muted expression and pressed on.\n\n\"Ah, yes. I think you may find this proposal particularly... Apt.\" He shuffled papers so as to give visual aides as he spoke. \"In the wake of our recent duel, I've had much time to consider how we might be better prepared for such a situation down the line. Steel Talons, a placeholder name - assuming you are not fond of it, is a Phoenix-administrated dueling organization.\"\n\n\"The goal of this endeavor would be to make sure that we have first-hand knowledge of prominent duelists in the city so as to know who to avoid clashing with. If our hand was forced into a conflict, we would also better know their styles and have better odds of concocting a winning counter-strategy.\"\n\n\"My expectation is that we would have five members - the 'Talons', if you will - that are symbolically the best five duelists in the city. Whenever a challenger would wish to join the Talons, they would have to beat an existing Talon in a duel where another Talon was present to attest to the outcome. The winner would remain a Talon or, if the challenger won, they would assume the loser's position.\"\n\nSanumo chose his next words carefully, knowing that it would be a particularly sensitive discussion. \"A topic of some concern is whether or not ronin would be eligible to participate in the first place. While doing so would give us a clearer picture of the... Opposition, it would also mean admitting that any ronin who achieved Talon status is a better duelist than any samurai who is not among their ranks.\"\n\n\"So...\" He began to count on his fingers. \"Is this organization something you are in favor of? Should ronin be allowed to participate? And, if we go through with this, how should we source the first five Talons?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon winced, likely only perceptive to Sanumo because of their long-standing cooperation. The pain in his pride had dulled since that ill-fated day, but it annoyed him that such a thing still caused an involuntary reaction. *I must steel myself better than this.*\n\n\"The name is acceptable, I would say, and the goal a laudable one. I hesitate to eagerly seek to enter a realm that has been more the focus of the Crane Clan, but perhaps appeasement can be offered to them through appealing to them to assist in finding the initial Talons?\"\n\nHe paused for a moment, the memory of his ronin opponent before his mind's eye. \"I hesitate to disallow ronin. Firstly, with my recent defeat, I would not want the assumption in whispered rumor to be something motivated by fear or some petty slight. Secondly, would not a ronin achieving this title provide drive for Clan samurai to better their own training? That in turn would help to foster better swordsmanship across the city's samurai. Although... It could also be a source of greater strife by that same virtue I profess.\" Iemon sipped again, thoughtfully. \"Younger samurai will duel regardless, however, and having greater structure of rule in place could help keep tempers in check.\"\n\nHe turned his focus fully back to Sanumo. \"Sourcing could be done partly by committee, as I started to suggest, though we could also look to tournament results and records of any other recent duels to come up with an initial list to weigh.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "With a firm nod, he noted that he would need to adjust his drafts later. « I understand, Iemon. I'll ensure ronin are eligible. » He was quick to resolve the topic, recognizing that it was still a tender matter.\n\nThe next problem gave him a little more pause. His experience with the Crane had been woefully sparse thus far in Ryoko Owari Toshi. But at last, he had a solution.\n\n« If averting a potential slight to the Crane is your goal, then my suggestion would be to invite the contestants from their recent Iaijutsu tournament in order of descending placement. Surely they would not disagree with us structuring the Talons' initial ranks based on the outcome of a contest they directly oversaw. »\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon gave a swift nod at the suggestion. \"That would be the perfect solution, yes. As you say, it is their own tournament that we would be using, and so in a way it is giving them proper input into such a matter. Though, depending on the results of that tournament it would be a further gesture to invite whomever the Crane consider their best duelist, just to ensure their pride is soothed.\" It seemed a little odd to Iemon that they should be the ones proposing and monitoring a dueling organization, but the advantages were unquestionable as far as he was concerned. \n\n\"I believe, then, that leaves us with only one report left, does it not?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Diligently taking note of Iemon's words and priorities, he smoothly transitioned to the last - and shortest - topic he had brought today.\n\n« Thunder's Shadow is less of a formal report and more a notification of a curiosity I observed while at city hall. In uncovering the Unicorn-relevant documentation, I worked with the aid of Seppun Arata, the Secretary of City Records, he talked briefly about his wife. Curiously, he claimed she was tasked with ensuring the Thunder Guard's loyalty to the city above that of their clans of origin. »\n\n« That would be all well and good, but there is no position with such a duty that I am aware of. When I politely inquired as to her name and position so that we might help with such a stabilizing task, he talked his way around the issue. He would not even give me *His own wife's name*. »\n\nHe seemed mildly flustered, if largely because of the peculiarity of the situation. « I do not know the full extent of what this means, but I'm inclined to think that the Imperials have a piece on the board that they wish to keep secret. I thought you would wish to be informed of as much. »\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Intriguing. That he would mention her, and then immediately evade the issue is... Quite strange. Did it seem a slip of the tongue to have mentioned her?\" Iemon leaned forward, attentively. \"It certainly could be a sign of something, but the question remains of what. If it were an *Intentional* Slip, then we must also question what another would have to gain in giving us this information. Not that I wish to be paranoid, but rather consider all possibilities.\"\n\nHe folded his hands into his sleeves in front of him, considering. \"That there is a sussing out of the loyalty of the Thunder Guard seems to be a likely fact, at the very least. Their reputation has less concern with loyalty than of motivation. They have been known to line their own pockets to look the other way in matters, from what I am aware. Reform would be something that we should encourage and support, but... Why keep it secret?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "« I cannot begin to guess what would warrant such covert behavior. That, in and of itself, concerns me. » His jaw set briefly as he considered.\n\n« While I can't rule out whether it was intentional or not, it's worth keeping an eye out for. We might even consider investigating further, though I can't imagine spreading ourselves thinner just yet. »\n\nA thought occurred to him.\n\n« Regardless, with that topic out of the way, you mentioned you'd received a letter from the Crab? »He allowed some of his displeasure to leak through; just enough to get it across without being unseemly.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Yes. Ambassador Hida Koyama has written after learning of gaki in the hills around the city. He is desiring to send a force to address this threat, though he lacks the Shugenja and manpower to do so within his own Clan. He is requesting that we, along with the Scorpion, support this action.\"\n\nIemon sipped his tea before continuing. \"I know that there is tension between our Clans, but as this is something that you yourself had observed during your own investigation into our missing bride, it seems a straightforward enough task to address and cooperate with. It is a threat that we can assist with, for the good of the city, and it will be a venture that involves the Scorpion as well as the Crab. As our friendly overtures with the Scorpion have been promising, this mitigates the risk our Champion has warned us of working with the Crab to a moderate degree, does it not?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "His brow furrowed - and fast. « The Crab wish us to support them? » There was a lot of calculation that needed doing and not a lot of time.\n\n« Iemon, I freely recognize that the gaki are a problem and that their removal brings us one step closer to retrieving our errant Isawa... » *How best to phrase this?\n\n« ...But it is very dangerous to pursue this as-is from a political perspective. The Crab stole our Master of Earth from us and now we consider working as part of an effort, however necessary it might be, that is **Led** By them? Even if they do not lead us to our doom, this will not reflect favorably upon us in the eyes of many Phoenix. »\n\nThis had been intended to be an important meeting, but one that posed low immediate danger. Now he found himself wary and attempting to erect a wall between his Ambassador and disaster.\n\n« We should insist that the Scorpion lead the operation and adjust the plan accordingly. It helps shield us from tongues and untoward actions in the field - as well as helping give more credit to the Scorpion for resolving this mess. » \n\nHe nodded firmly, assuming that this course of action would readily meet with Iemon's approval.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon's neutral expression turned to a slight frown, likely the most extreme expression of displeasure that Sanumo would have seen directed at him in their time working together. \n\n\"*Insist?* Sanumo, given all of the events that have transpired on the local stage, I am afraid our ability to insist on anything beyond basic courtesy is compromised. That Ambassador Hida-san has taken it upon himself to address a problem that affects not only us, but the city at large, is a noble thing that we should cooperate with regardless of who had proposed it.\"\n\nComposing himself back to a more neutral appearance, he continued. \"This will clear our path to our errant Isawa while allowing us to put on display our duty to preserving the well-being of this territory. In addition, by showing even a cursory level of cooperation with the local Crab efforts we are given the opportunity to observe them more closely. If there is something to fear within the Crab's ranks locally, this will give us inroads to access and deal with such a matter rather than keeping them at arm's length from us. That is the intent that I perceived from our respected Clan Champion's letter as being paramount: we cannot fight what we are ignorant of.\"\n\nHe sipped again at his tea, pausing to consider his remaining words and lowering his eyes as he did so. \"Speaking personally, I have a deep respect for Hida Koyama. Naturally, that should not translate to blindness for those who work under him. However, had he some ill intent towards corruption of other samurai, he would have been slower to call a hold to the duel. That ronin would be dead, and my honor stained, possibly beyond atonement to remain in this position.\"\n\nHe gave a decisive look back up to Sanumo. \"With the Scorpion already involved, it is only appropriate that we move forward with cooperation. This will further our efforts of alliance with them in addition to all the benefits I have stated thus far.\" He paused again, taking a slow breath.\n\n\"I ask you, not just as my friend, but as my Karo, please assess my reasoning and critique it. I will accept criticism, but now that I have laid out my thoughts, I hope that my mind is readily apparent to you in this matter.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo's ears grew hot as he realized just how differently Iemon was approaching this - and how delicately he would have to step as a result.\n\nWere he in court, he would not have taken nearly as long as he did to answer. Thankfully, he had the benefit of being among friends here and could compose himself accordingly.\n\n« None of the points you make are incorrect or to be avoided... However, I find myself in a different headspace than yourself right now. Your focus seems to be firmly on what we can gain from playing along, whereas I am focused on the dangers that could be present and what we potentially stand to lose. »\n\n« I agree that we are not well-regarded lately, but the Scorpion are involved and we are being beseeched for our expertise. I genuinely believe that this would grant us more negotiating room than we could otherwise expect. »\n\n« I cannot speak to the character of any of the Crab in the city - not a one. While I trust your judgement, I interpreted the clan champion's will - that of being watchful of the Crab - to be best executed at diplomatic distance. If you deem it fit to act otherwise, I will not contest your ruling. »\n\nHe couldn't help but wonder if Koyama's saving of the ronin's life was self-motivated. It would've blackened his honor just as much as Iemon's if the duelist had died on his watch. To voice as much now seemed... Unwise.\n\n« I worry that this will be seen as an indefensible risk by some of those in Phoenix lands; samurai who would use it as a platform against you. Were we to take a precautionary measure, such as hosting the Crab Karo for the duration of the endeavor, I feel that would sufficiently demonstrate how seriously we are taking this. »\n\nIt would be readily apparent to Iemon that Sanumo was essentially suggesting the transfer of a political hostage. Were the local Crab to prove themselves of a darker variety, they would be giving up a pivotal piece from the board - an incentive to ´play nice. ´\n\n« But I can see that such a warding maneuver is unwelcome. » He bowed as deeply as his seating arrangement would allow, making clear that his disagreement would not lead to disobedience.\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"I do deem otherwise, yes.\" Iemon replied curtly, but quickly relented. *Sanumo is only considering my own well-being as well as the Clan's. To hold such against him is unjust.\n\n\"If we had any indication that the local Crab had more of a reputation one way or the other, I could see such a course as being wise. To make such a request is to immediately set us in opposition to them in this arena, which will only serve to prevent any ability to observe them in the future.\" He continues, his voice softer, though no less decisive.\n\n\"Our duty of preserving the spiritual purity of our Empire and preserving peace requires risks on our part. There are likely just as many in our lands that would criticize us harshly for the efforts we initially invested in reaching out to the Unicorn.\" Though the animosity between the two Clans over the question of meishodo was well-known, the closeness that the two Clan champions were displaying was somewhat controversial. *If our Champion feels that such interactions are acceptable with the known question of orthodoxy between the Phoenix and Unicorn, a similar action with the Crab on a much smaller stage seems to be acceptable in my judgment.*\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Were he in different company, he might've used his fan to conceal his face. Between the two of them... Well, he let his concern show openly.\n\n« I can find no fault with your reasoning. » *As much as I might like to.* « I will remain watchful, but strive to follow your example in this regard, Iemon-sama. »\n\nIemon had been correct to say that their actions with the Unicorn would already be controversial back home, let alone what they'd been building towards with the Lion. So why did this set him so much more on edge?\n\n*I should seek some stillness of spirit at one of the temples. This imbalance is ill-fitting of one such as I - not with everything at stake.*\n\nHis mouth dry, he simply asked, « Was there anything else that you needed to discuss while I am here? »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Nothing of direct import, no.\" Iemon replied, though not in a dismissive sense to actually conclude the conversation. \n\n\"Speaking outside our duties, though, I am sorry if I have disappointed you in this disagreement on policy. I... Am used to our being in step with each other, and to not have that in this case was a change.\"\n\nHe gave a small bow. \"Should there be any repercussions from our homelands, the blow should land firmly on me. If any seek to address otherwise, please notify me and I will correct them with haste.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Taking a deep sigh, he looked off to the side towards some stray bit of decor on the wall; any item that could plausibly be holding his attention.\n\n« You haven't disappointed me, Iemon. I just... » he went quiet, briefly floundering internally, before returning his gaze to the man across from him.\n\n« If we're eschewing formality... This is easily the best post I have ever held and, similarly, you are the best direct superior I've had the pleasure to serve. » Though the content of his words was positive, the weight of the situation was evident in the set of his gaze and the signs of less-than-perfect sleep.\n\n« I strive to prove myself worthy of both every day. The idea of some factor beyond my control dismantling what we've built, I... That would be **Unacceptable.** » His voice hitched momentarily.\n\nAmidst that display, he failed to acknowledge Iemon's comment about setting the record straight if exterior forces should come seeking answers. Whether this was intentional or not was... Unclear.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon paused, somewhat surprised at the hitch in Sanumo's voice. \"We must always be prepared for events beyond our control, Sanumo.\" He replied, evenly. \"But that does not mean we should fear it. Factors beyond my control led me to this post, should the Fortunes or any number of the greater powers that be will me elsewhere, what can I do but go?\" His tone, though serious, had a small touch of whimsy to it. \n\nFull earnestness returned as he locked eyes with the other man. \"I promise you, though, that this position is not something I take lightly. Neither is your well-being. I cannot say I have any that have served directly under me as you do, but you have been nothing less than an exemplar of your school. Should such forces conspire to upset what we have built, all political muscle that I have will be put to the task of seeing you named as my successor. Not merely out of friendship, mind you, but because there is no one better who would be able to carry our plans forward.\n\n\"You *Are* Worthy, Sanumo. Do not forget that. You have stood by my side on the political front lines with all the bravery of a bushi in a war maneuver. You have helped me to my feet when I would have otherwise slipped. I am humbled to be so high in your esteem.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "A Loremaster is many things, but it is a rare occurrence indeed when one is rendered speechless. Such an occurrence transpired right now, so genuinely floored was Sanumo at what had just been said to him.\n\nIt was unbecoming of a man of his means and talent, but that didn't change that it was happening nonetheless.\n\nWhen he began scooping up his self control like so many loose pebbles, he bowed deeply and stayed that way for some time, his hair dangling in such a way as to thankfully shield much of his face from view.\n\nHe felt thunderous, his body thrumming with the energy of such a categorical success. While his fears would return in full-force with time, they were momentarily pushed from his mind. There was so much he felt the desire to say, but - as all would do well to remember - desire is a sin. And so he reigned himself in and said only the most important thing on his mind:\n\n\"I will not forget this great kindness, Iemon. May I please be dismissed?\"\n\nHe had not risen from his bow.\n\n||"
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{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "The summons was a simple one, phrased rather as a request to meet and discuss matters of the Kami with two of the newer Phoenix members that Iemon had yet to properly acquaint himself with. He sat calmly in his office, a servant already preparing tea for himself and the two Shugenja he had invited. With two civic projects that the clan had been invited to assist with, ascertaining their abilities and willingness would be imperative. \n\nHis office is kept intentionally simple, a small stand with his armor off to the side, a small shelf with a few scrolls arranged on it, and a small portrait of a crimson flower the only notable pieces of decor apart from his desk.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "Having received the summons at his home made his way to the embassy. After at least 10 minutes walk he entered said embassy. He walked casually through the building to the ambassador's office. He raised his fist and knocked politely on the door."
},
{
"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "Wanting to make as best an impression as possible with her first official summons, Emiko proceeded to Iemon's office at the appointed hour.\n\nAttired in the traditional shrine keeper outfit, she inclined her head in greeting to Taisei under the assumption that the ambassador must have called him in as well."
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Please enter.\" Iemon calls out only loud enough to ensure his voice carries, nothing more. When they come in, he gestures for them to sit. He quickly puts aside some of the letters to give his fellow clan members his full attention. \n\n\"Isawa-san, Kaito-san, thank you both for your swift response. I hope the city has not been too unkind to you, as I have not, unfortunately, been able to meet properly with either of you prior to my little speech. My apologies for the oversight, but with how troubling the local happenings have been, I have not had the attention to spare that I would like.\" He bows in apology to them both individually."
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"It is quite alright Shiba-sama,\" Taisei replied returning the bow and sitting down. \"I understand. I'm sure this job of yours can be quite hectic. I hope you are at least setting aside a little bit of time for yourself.\""
},
{
"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "Emiko nodded in calm agreement, careful to maintain the placid, almost icy, mien that her family had been noted for having.\n\n\"Apologies are not needed, Shiba-sama, for there is nothing to apologize for, I would think. What has happened, has happened. We are here now, though, together.\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon nodded. \"Thank you for your understanding.\" \n\nHe clears his throat. \"As I mentioned in my speech, I do have a current task for you both, but another has also arrived that I must consult with both of you on. \n\n\"Isawa-san, I had mentioned to you the Unicorn bazaar. The contact for that amongst their clan is Ide no Sui Kenza-san, and he had visited me some months ago forewarning that certain trade volume as well as some of their sources from can bring in items that can pose a spiritual threat. As this is something that is a purview we focus on, he sought our aid, wisely, if I may say so. \n\n\"Kaito-san, I had mentioned to you about establishing and maintaining a shrine within our Embassy complex here. As much as I would like this to be a priority... Because I have indeed been neglecting time for myself, I admit...\" He sighs, shaking his head. \"Duty does not rest.\n\n\"The Lion and Crab clans are going to be endeavoring to rebuild walls in the Noble Quarter. Hida Koyama-san has asked for our aid in ensuring these new walls are adequately warded.\"\n\nHe sits back, thoughtfully. \"Now, for my part, I would say the bazaar and the walls are definitely a higher priority, as they show our direct involvement in civic affairs and that we share the concerns of others who wish to encourage the city to improve. I may have singled you both out for particular tasks, but I am more than willing to hear your input and advice as to how best to advance our interests spiritually in Ryoko Owari Toshi.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"I think you're right to think of the future of the city,\" Taisei replied. \"I think we should be cautious and alert. I have a feeling that we are in for a dark future. My visions have been disturbing as of late and it is interfering with my sleep. I know the spirits are trying to warn me of something. We should pray hard that this great city stays safe.\""
},
{
"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "Walls? A new shrine? Emiko tensed slightly as she thought about the undertakings involved in both projects and how the scope of such work was beyond any she had done before.\n\n\"If it is your intent that we be seen to support the city as a whole, then, Shiba-sama, I agree with your opinion that the bazaar and the walls should take priority.\" She paused, considering her next words. \"As for the shrine for the embassy, I - well - was there a kami in mind that we should consecrate the shrine to?\"\n\nIt was something of a gambit. A way to provide a face-saving out for delaying the project. If it was spiritually unfavorable to build the shrine immediately, why press on? Such things were the decision of the spirits and fortunes in these things."
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "He nods in appreciation of Taisei's sharing of his visions. \"Indeed, vigilance in the coming months will be paramount. With the Imperial oversight in place, appearances as well as results will be doubly scrutinized, I have little doubt. If the spirits give any indication of what we can do to avert their warnings, we must be ready to act.\"\n\nIemon turns to Emiko, a thoughtful look crossing his face. \"I am glad you agree. I am afraid I cannot say for certain, I just felt that it would be... Right, to have a shrine? Perhaps it is a passing fancy, nothing more. Perhaps the Kami will make clear their desires, and a spiritual patron will be revealed to us. Either way, the shrine project will be placed on hold so that the walls of the Noble Quarter and the Unicorn bazaar may be our focus.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"I can assist in that regard if need be,\" Taisei offered. \"I don't have any skills in warding, but I am willing to offer any assistance to my colleague here that she may need. As regard to the merchant quarter, other than items of a dubious nature what else should I be on the look out for?\""
},
{
"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "Emiko nodded in acknowledgement of Iemon's prioritization of the projects. She kept her thoughts to herself as Taisei asked his questions, mulling over the walls project and allowing the members of the more senior families of the clan to have their discourse unimpeded."
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"I freely admit to not being trained in the ways of the Kami, but there are at least some sort of general warding that I have on good authority is customary training, is there not? If I am mistaken, perhaps it would be better to focus on the bazaar for you. If I am to understand what Ide-san had said, there may be any manner of items being brought in for commercial means, both from within and without Rokugan. As an archeologically trained individual, I will also rely on you to keep an eye open for relics that may be better preserved within the lands of the Phoenix rather than traded openly. I will trust to your judgment in this.\" Iemon gives a small nod with this last sentence.\n\n\"Kaito-san, would you be more knowledgeable in warding? If you would be willing to assist in the wall project in the Noble Quarter for now, that would be ideal.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"As you wish Shiba-sama,\" Taisei replied. \"I will focus on the bazaar. I just thought it polite to offer just in case it was needed. I will do my best. As for the warding, no not all shugenja learn that. Kaito-san is a shrine keeper and I'm not. We went to different schools, so we've had different training. In fact my knowledge of Magic is in defense, attack, and utility spells. I don't even know any warding spells.\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon nods. \"I will take your word for it, as this is not my area of expertise, clearly.\" He gives a slightly rueful grin. \"Another matter that may be an excellent use of your talents? Asako Sanumo-san, Isawa Kashikoi-san, and Shiba Tsutsumi -san are conducting an important investigation that I think having more hands set to it may make the work lighter and bring it to a more speedy conclusion. If, between inspecting the bazaar, you would be able to look into this, Isawa Taisei-san, I would appreciate it.\n\n\"Kaito Emiko-san, if you would, report to the Lion and Crab who are beginning work on those walls when possible. It goes for you as well, if you would be willing to lend aid to the investigation and bring that to conclusion, all the better. The sooner that these tasks are finished, the sooner we can redirect our efforts to other matters of more spiritual import. \n\n\"Do either of you have any questions for me?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "\"Not at this time, Shiba-sama. I will meet with the Lion and the Crab as you wish.\"\n\nEmiko's tone was chilly, but her bow was sincere in complying with what was ordered of her.\n\n\"I will gladly join the investigation as well, if you would have my assistance there.\""
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"I think I understand completely Shiba-sama,\" Taisei replied. \"I am willing and happy to lend my aid to this investigation. Just let me know the details and I will be there. I am happy to serve.\""
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{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon seated himself behind his desk, collecting his thoughts. *How exactly had it come to this?* He thought to himself, idly folding his arms and frowning. He shut his eyes, trying to focus his thoughts, but an almost unfamiliar emotion kept breaking concentration.\n\nNot frustration, that was an old friend at this point. This was...\n\n***Anger.***\n\nA simple missive had been sent to Isawa Taisei, polite, but curt, requesting he report to the ambassador immediately. \n\nNo tea was being prepared this evening, no refreshments or snacks would be proffered. This was possibly the most serious discussion Iemon would have had to have with one of his clan-mates. But based on what he'd had reported to him, as well as the scandal of the rumors in the city proper, it was a necessary one. \n\n*Better to have this talk before the Unicorn pound down the door demanding restitution.* Iemon sighed. *We'll be lucky to salvage any positive inclinations from them at this point.*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "Taisei made his way slowly and solemnly to the embassy. He knew full well what this could be about. He definitely saw this coming after Inadoma led him directly to the Phoenix Embassy after the incident to notify the ambassador. He couldn't help but feel completely and utterly ashamed of himself. He knew for a samurai regret was a sin, but he couldn't help feeling that way. It's only natural to be regretful when you make such an awful mistake. He knew Iemon was a tolerant and understanding man, but who could keep their cool in the face of such an atrocity. After the longest walk of his life he made it to the embassy and entered the ambassador's office. He decided that he would just throw himself at his mercy. He kneeled and bowed himself to the ground. Without bothering to raise himself back to his feet he sat up and said, \"Shiba-sama I beg you. Please listen. I know what this is about and I-I-\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"*Silence.*\" Iemon's voice is firm, controlled, but it is plain that he is forcing himself to keep his emotions even somewhat contained. \n\n\"Do you know how difficult a thing peace is to construct, let alone hold on to? The effort to force life into such an... Ephemeral construct, without snuffing it out is about control. Over others, eventually, but over oneself first. Self-mastery is the first step to proving worthy of any other mastery in life. \n\n\"The Tao of Shinsei tells us 'Do not judge a man by the lord he serves. Judge him by his choice of enemies.' \"\n\nHe looks at the younger man, a flash his anger crossing his face. \"Tell me, Isawa Taisei, how shall I judge you making an enemy of the entirety of the Leatherworker's Quarter, a young heimin girl, and a prominent member of the Unicorn Clan, *Who were well disposed to us,* In this city?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "Taisei hung his head in shame abashed. \"I-I truly am sorry Shiba-sama,\" He replied tears stating to well up again. \"I know I didn't think this through, but please believe me. I swear by the kami that I did not intend for all this to happen. I had never even cast that spell before. I only intended to knock her out. How could I know that it would cause all this. I didn't mean to cause such an uproar. Please have mercy.\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"It is not our intent the Kami judge, but our results, Isawa. The results garnered here are... Frankly, phenomenally bad.\" Iemon pulls his fan out, keeping it closed, and grips it in his lap, his knuckles slowly growing white as he applies more pressure.\n\n\"You never invoked the Kami in such a way before? What is the name of that particular invocation? Like a brute, you elect to test it on a heimin, as if it were a new katana? If you were so unsure, I suggest non-living targets for any other 'experiments' in the future.\" The level of disdain in his voice only grew as he continued to speak. \"How seriously could I take it if a bushi came to me, saying 'Oh, Shiba-sama, I did not mean to hurt someone, I had never cut someone with a blade before, I did not know?' Preposterous.\"\n\nIemon sighs, his grip loosening on his fan. \"Mercy is not mine to grant, Taisei. We are beyond mere apologies, and both of us will be subject to many demands. You, for committing such actions, and I, because I have sworn the same as Kami Shiba before me, to protect the Isawa. This is, unfortunately, the first that I have come to wish I was not so sworn.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"Is there not any path to forgiveness Shiba-sama?\" Taisei asked get even more distraught. \"Is there nothing I can do? There must be some kind of retribution that can be enacted to solve this. Please I'll do anything or take any punishment. I must rectify this. I do not wish for my kinsmen to continue to be dishonored by my actions.\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "*Forgiveness?* Iemon blinks, trying to regain control of his anger.\n\n\"What absolution do you expect me to offer, Taisei?\" He pulls from beside his seat a small towel, with a smear of dirt on it, and slaps it down on the desk between them. \"Do you know what this is? This is the *Dirt* That I wiped from my forehead after apologizing to the Utaku you nearly struck with lightning. Your actions do not just reflect poorly on you, but on the entire Clan as a whole. In that same way, there is no simple forgiveness that can be offered. The world does not end with you, and if this is the first that you learn this lesson, then it is better that you hear it from me rather than someone else.\"\n\nHe stands, forcing himself to only step angrily to the front of his armor stand, staring at the empty mempo as if somehow staring at the necessary, violent part of him that he kept locked away. \" 'I must rectify,' 'I do not wish...' \" He shakes his head, turning to the shugenja. \"That is the tragedy here. You are thinking as an individual, and ignoring your part in the greater whole. We all have our part, from the least to the greatest. To ignore that is to invite dysfunction.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"But this is my mistake,\" Taisei replied fervently. \"It is my fault this has happened. I chose to do what I did, and I alone should bear the responsibility. Why should they blame our entire clan for something I did, for the actions of one man. It doesn't make sense. Our entire clan should not suffer for this.\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"I do not mean to discount that it is your 'mistake' here. It very much is, make no doubt about that. But you wear the mon of our Clan, have been trained in our Clan's schools, and thus represent more than just yourself. The Clan's actions are associated with you, just as your actions are associated with the Clan. Utaku Masanori, for instance, was quick to lay at my feet the fact that there are many in our Clan who look down on the Unicorn's approach to the kami, even though I have never expressed such sentiment. It cannot be helped.\"\n\nIemon shook his head, his expression softening very slightly. \"Your desire to try and make things right is good. I commend you for that. Our first action, then, will be to publicly apologize for your poor judgment. Further terms will be asked of us, I have no doubt, from Utaku Kazuko herself once she learns of this.\"\n\nHe returns to his seat, straightening his kimono as he settles in again. \"On the one hand, we must do all we can to preserve the fragile peace of this city. If their wrath can be assuaged by directing it at the two of us, rather than the Clan as a whole, then that will be a worthy sacrifice.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"I understand,\" Taisei replied. \"We're in this together. You're right. I didn't think how it would effect all of us when I did what I did, and I acted rashly. I promise to do better in the future. From this day forth I make this solemn vow. I swear by the kami that from hence forth I will guard my actions that this will never happen again. If I don't, then may the kami strike me down. Now tell me. Where do we start making this right?\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Where? Well, that at least is an easy question. The Unicorn Embassy.\" Iemon says, more than a hint of wry tone to his words. He folds his arms, tucking his fan back into his sleeve, and considers. \"We will pen a message, announce a desire to meet with the Unicorn, and prostrate ourselves before the embassy when we greet them, and will accept either their publicly addressing the issue, but more than likely they will accept our invitation to at least come inside. But...\"He closes his eyes and nods, almost to himself, \"...The public apology and abasement of ourselves will, I hope, at least demonstrate the sincerity of our apology and desire to make things right.\" Kazuko had done similar in the meeting they had recently hosted at the Phoenix embassy, but since what she was apologizing for was strictly between the two Clans, the somewhat private nature of her apology was warranted. Since Taisei's actions had been far more public, the apology had to begin there if they were to maintain any credibility in the city at this point.\n\n\"At the barest minimum, Taisei-san, you can expect to be publicly repudiated for these actions, and to remain under house arrest on the embassy grounds. I cannot speak to a duration, as there has been a stated threat on your life, I am told.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"Alright,\" Taisei agreed. \"I will be glad to do this. Anything to fix this. But before we go please tell me one more thing. Did the girl at least survive. She was alive when I left, but Utaku-san had Agasha-san ran away with her in a different direction that Shinjo-sama took me. I don't know what happened to her after that. Please, I must know.\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"I am told she will live, yes, and that due to that Utaku Masanori-san was more indulgent in his mercy than he may have otherwise.\" Iemon said, thinking again of how much more poorly things may have gone when Masanori had come to 'visit' with his entourage. \n\n\"We will send a message, asking when the Unicorn will grant us their presence. Until then, you will sequester yourself within the embassy grounds with minimal contact with anyone, the better to meditate upon your failure. Do you understand?\" An air of command returned to his voice, and the look he gave to the Shugenja made it clear he would not brook dissent from this.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "Taisei breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the girl will survive. He didn't know how he would have been able to live with himself if she had died. It didn't matter if she was a peasant or not. He couldn't bear the thought of being responsible for someone's death. \"I understand Shiba-sama,\" He replied. \"It is only fair. Also, I don't know if I can ask this, but can I see or at least send a message to Daidoji-san? He's my friend and he deserves to know what happened to me. It's the least I can do for him, especially since he kept me from taking my own life. I put him through a lot, and I think it's only right to give him closure.\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"I believe it would be good to have Daidoji-san come here. It will give me an opportunity for... Another perspective on the incident.\" Despite the anger he still felt regarding it, Masanori's testimony had been immediately affirmed by Taisei's open admission. *Getting a third corroboration at the very least cements the details of the incident. Not that it will change the current course of events much, if at all.* \n\n\"Perhaps we should also invite the Crane ambassador as well. It may be wise to seek their assistance in the political ramifications of all of this.\" Whether he would take their advice or not, getting an outside perspective to the tense situation would benefit the decisions made going forward.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "After all this time kneeling on the floor Taisei finally rose himself his feet. \"I thank you Shiba-sama,\" He replied with a bow. \"That's so kind of you. It will be nice to have my friend with me. I'm sure he would be happy to share his point of view of the incident. Though he might have a little different perspective, I suspect that his view will likely be mostly the same. As for involving the Crane ambassador in this. I'm not sure I see how involving another party in this will help anything, but what have we got to lose.\""
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Know this: this has nothing to do with my kindness, and everything to do with my vow. Politically, this is a travesty, and would have been a far easier thing to tell you to honorably exit this mortal coil. But...\" Iemon's expression softens, once again. \"Perhaps I am too kind, then. I correct myself.\" \n\nHe was about to say more when a hurried but soft knock of a servant at the door interrupted him. \"Pardon for the intrusion, Shiba-sama, but Utaku Kazuko-sama, The Voice of the Unicorn, is here and desires to speak with you. She has been granted entry to the waiting area along with her interpreter.\"\n\nIemon took a breath and nodded. \"Very well. It is late, please brew some tea, and... Warm some sake. I will offer it to them, but I have a feeling even if they decline I will have need of it after. Once Isawa-san and I are in the small dining room, please show them in.\" The servant bows and departs.\n\nHe turns to Taisei. \"It seems we'll be able to make this apology sooner than anticipated. You will be with me, apologize with the most profuse capability that you have, and I will excuse you from the rest of our meeting. There will likely be much to discuss, and having you there as a prominent reminder of what has transpired will do little to soothe the tension. Do you understand?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"I understand Shiba-sama,\" Taisei replied. \"Oh man. I wasn't expecting this to come so soon. I'm so nervous I haven't prepared. What do I do? Wh-what do I say? I don't want to mess up again. What if he won't forgive me?\""
}
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{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi moved into one of the available rooms in the Embassy and began to set up the usual requirements for tea and its ceremonial performance. He then began walking around and inviting or leaving letters of invitation around the Embassy, promoting a period of bonding between clansmen and women._"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita received the invitation from a Phoenix at the embassy she had yet to encounter. She was pleased both for the opportunity to meet another new face, and to join them for tea. The ceremony involved several requirements, the formality of which she respected as much as she appreciated the tea itself.\n\nThe Asako had her long black hair tied up in her beaded hair comb, today intentionally leaving a few stands pulled loose to frame her face, wearing her more formal kimono for the occasion.\n\nShe arrived at the designated time and place to join Isawa Kashikoi as requested.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Ahh! Welcome Asako-san, please make yourself comfortable. I am Isawa Kashikoi, as you may know; a Shugenja who was assigned to this city for spiritual advice.\"\n\n_He bows, though with how gaunt and frail the man looks, it almost looks like he would bend in half if he put forth too much effort. He looks back up with stormy grey eyes that seem to see through Kita._\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita bows in reply, and makes herself comfortable as offered. \n\n\"Isawa-san, it's good to meet you. I was aware that we had such shugenja assigned here, but had not had the chance to run into you yet. I was glad to see your invitation. Have you been here at the embassy long yourself?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Since last winter as a matter of fact, pardon my lack of attendance; my condition can cause issues with pursuing regular duties across Ryoko Owari Toshi.\"\n\n_Kashikoi begins the process of starting the ceremony, smiling gently the entire time as he does so._\n\n\"Now, I should go ahead and issue a warning, one I typically share with many other Phoenix. What do you know of the Ishiken?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"No need for apologies, every one has their duties to attend to, some that require more attention and time away.\"\n\nAt Kashikoi's mention of a warning and Ishiken, Kita raised an eyebrow, giving him a quizzical look. She thought to herself before continuing, *A rather unusual way to start a conversation, but dealing with Ishiken perhaps not unwarranted, and prudent if he has had to warn others in the past* \n\nShe sat silently for a short while, considering how best to answer before continuing,\n\"I am familiar with the idea of it. A few books I have read mentioned the training process briefly. And my aunt's god-children, twins, are said to have the karmic-bond. But I have not encountered it myself. Why do you ask?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I know it's rather unusual, but I have found that many do not like my particular talents, thus, having to warn them became ... Necessary.\"\n\n_He smiles apologetically, continuing to go about the ceremony, though he did lag here and there as he looked Kita in her eyes occasionally while he spoke._\n\n\"And no, you said nothing aloud. My ability to hear into the thoughts of others is one I have dubious hold over unfortunately, as the Void is unlike a kami who generally answers prayers unless angered or in a mischievous mood.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita tilted her head to the side, unsure if she had heard correctly. But then again, he was correct, the words had not left her mouth. She wondered,\n*Will this place ever stop presenting surprises? It's a good thing he's one of our own, and something like this didn't happen with the Otomo Secretary.*\nBefore she could help it, her thoughts flashed back to some of the more ungracious things that had crossed her mind that day before she left the harsh woman's office. \nHer cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, but otherwise she outwardly maintained her composure. \n\n\"It is.. An unusual talent you have. It must get very loud in there. But I understand why you would want to be up front with such an ability.\"\n\nShe was momentarily hesitant to voice the thought, but if he was being forthright then there was no point. \nWhat she did not voice however was mirroring his naming it as an 'ability' versus a 'curse'.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Because though it ebbs and flows, there are worse fates the Void could have bestowed on me, such as unmaking everything I touch.\"\n\n_He said, slowly, as he began to prep the tea for pouring. He did wince however, as he could not stop himself from hearing the memory._\n\n\"Apologies. I have been working to better control when and what I can hear, but unfortunately, the Void is its own master. And yes, it can be ... Very loud. Half the time I reply to sentences that were never uttered because it sounds as if they were spoken.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "She grimaced slightly, realizing what had been relayed, but tried not to dwell any longer on it. Her eyes widened slightly at the suggestion of a worse alternative.\n\"Ah. No, I see. And I suppose that there are times where it may have its use. To try to learn to control such an ability sounds demanding.\"\n\nShe fell silent now for the time being, initially her mind starting to whirl at the implications, but then making a conscious effort to focus on the steps being taken to prepare the tea. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"_Gomen_, and ... Well, it can have its uses. I imagine that's another reason why my original superiors sent me here.\"\n\n_Kashikoi helps, having a more visible furrow to his brow while still looking serene and smiling._\n\n\"It can be, intensely even. But sometimes it helps, granted I feel less ... Able to focus.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "She gave him a slight nod, acknowledging his response. \n\n\"If you ever need a quieter place, you are always welcome to come to the library. I have had a few visitors since I've been there, but I find it to be tranquil.\n\n\"If you don't mind me asking, what do your assignments entail here?\"\n\nHaving turned her attention back to the conversation, Kita gave him a polite smile. Out of habit she tucked wayward hairs behind her ear, wondering,\n*Is it odd to not feel more unsettled at his being able to see into my thoughts... Something about his manner and matter-of-factness I suppose*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I was sent to advise the Scorpion on matters concerning the kami, after all, the Scorpion's reputation is not exactly a well hidden secret.\"\n\n_Kashikoi nodded, beginning to pour the tea into separate cups, smiling serenely; seeming to be utterly disconnected from material woes._\n\n\"I appreciate the offer, I might find myself taking that, especially when the gardens are occupied.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"The Scorpion. I haven't made the acquaintance of any of them yet here in the city. I understand that we are on somewhat more favorable terms with than some.\"\n\nKita mentally reviewed the details that the karo had provided in her initial welcome.\n\n\"It was interesting that there were two that placed as finalists among the Cranes' Iaijutsu tournament this spring, beating the Crane themselves.\"\n\nHer thoughts wandered momentarily to her intention to set a meeting with the Crane about the dueling tournament, and how she should go about such an arrangement. Her mind returned to the present as the steam wafted from the tea and she smiled briefly in appreciation. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I have spoken with a few, particularly Bayushi Yuto-sama. It has been beneficial, though I wish we carried similar standing with the Unicorn.\"\n\n_Kashikoi sighed, shaking his head. He seemed to be on autopilot, though there were moments he stopped to make sure he was doing the ceremony right before continuing._\n\n\"Interesting indeed! Perhaps the Kakita will find this state of developments to be inspiring and produce even more swordsmen and women of exceptional quality.\"\n\n_Kashikoi blinked, glancing towards Kita with a raised brow._\n\n\"Are you a duelist Asako-san?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "At his reaction, she snapped her fan open to cover her smile, but couldn't help a quick chuckle as well. \n\n*I'm certainly not built like a swordsman, but I have been lifting quite a few books lately, maybe I could swing a blade*\n\nThe thought made her give a second quick laugh before she answered, mirth showing in her eyes above the scene on her fan.\n\n\"No, I am no duelist. But I have been trying to learn what I can about it. Ambassador Shiba-sama and Karo Asako-sama tasked me with the administration of a new society for duelists, led by our Phoenix embassy. It was for that assignment that I had an appointment with the Imperial Second Secretary a few days ago.\"\n\nAs she explained the previous unpleasant memories, this time she was more careful to control her train of thought. \n\n\"The basis of the project is approved, but it will require several steps, and I believe some careful navigation of the clan relations here.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I see, apologies again for the intrusion; though I did note you almost worded your thoughts as if using them to speak, clever.\"\n\n_Kashikoi notes the care over the train of thought and visibly concentrates, the furrow back; his expression somehow serene despite that._\n\n\"And I see! That explains the interest. I must confess, even during my Ishiken training I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like, to swing a sword or naginata like a Shiba Guardian or Kakita Duelist. I even enjoyed a few glimpses of said duelists I saw through my visions.\"\n\n_He takes a moment to sip his tea, sighing contently at the taste._\n\n\"Regardless, I wish you luck Asako-san! Such an endeavor could potentially endear us to the Crane Clan, which would benefit our larger mission.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita picked up her cup, fan laid aside, and took another breath of the sweet, fresh scent of the tea before savoring a sip as well.\n\n\"Thank you for your good wishes. I hope that my efforts will serve us well. You mentioned Bayushi Yuto-sama. He is one of the duelists, I would be interested to meet him, if you think it would be possible to arrange an introduction?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"It should not be too difficult, though I might recommend that Shiba Iemon-dono be the one to arrange that meeting, or Asako Sanumo-sama.\"\n\n_Kashikoi says, taking another calm sip of tea. He exhales, the push of his breath stirring the steam wafting from the cup before he lowers it._\n\n\"I have only met and spoken with the man once, maybe twice? But one was at a meeting to formalize the beginnings of a Phoenix-Scorpion alliance.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita gave an understanding nod,\n\"Ah, certainly. I was not sure of the protocol where those types of visits concerned here. I will take your suggestion, and thank you for it.\"\n\nShe continued to enjoy the contents of her cup in the brief pauses of the conversation. She made mental note of the recommendation and briefly wondered the Scorpion's station, and if that was cause of the redirection or if it applied to meetings outside the clan in general, no matter, she would clarify before making further arrangements. Alliances in the works were not to be trifled with.\n\n\"May I ask, your training was at the Isawa Ishiken school? Is that where you are from as well? From what I have knowledge of that training, is that it is rather intensive.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Ahhh, Starry Heavens Sanctuary, indeed. I was born within _Kyuden Isawa_ and my abilities were noted within a vision by one of our diviners. The training was intensive, but with acceptable reason; the Void is like no kami, its ebbs and flows are hardly understood.\"\n\n_Kashikoi nods, sipping his tea as his gaze seems to glaze._\n\n\"Especially to a seven year old, who simply was following what he was told.\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "She gives a half smile in reply to his answer, seemingly as she expected the answer to be. Then, as he added the final statement, her cup stops halfway to another sip, her mind is lost to a memory;\n\n*A harried widower with a small, wild-eyed girl by his side-lost without her mother. Him\nTrying to reason with her, ignore her, then finally setting her on the bench beside him on top of a stool so she could see over the table top. Her father, at wits end, putting a brush in her small hand,\n'My Kita-chan, watch how I do and copy me. You must focus, put everything else out of your mind. Calm your breathing, like when we meditate. In and out, brush up and down.'\nThe memory started melancholy, but ended with a sense of peace and purpose.*\n\nShe returned to the present, her smile widening slightly, finished her sip of tea.\n\"It is not such a bad thing to start to learn young what we are meant to do. Even if we don't understand at the time.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I would agree, Asako-san, but matters of the Void are ... Tenuous to the mind. You see me as I am?\"\n\n_He gestures to his gaunt frame, and sickly like appearance._\n\n\"I accidentally ... Fell, as we say, into the Void. Saw things I was not ready to see, learned abilities I would need years to master. Yet, I survived, but changed.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "At this she looks over the man opposite her, closer than she had allowed herself earlier, taking in his drawn appearance. She inclined her head towards him. \n\n\"I do, Isawa-san. I do not claim to have any understanding of the mystery of the elements, although I know they can be powerful. Forgive me-I did not mean to be dismissive of the seriousness of your circumstances. You are certainly unlike anyone I have met.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I take that as a compliment, given the already negative views of my family,\"\n\n_Kashikoi chuckles, covering his mouth as it becomes a light cough._\n\n\"You are forgiven, you could not have known of my youth and its follies.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "The cough caused Kita's expression to show concern for a moment, which subsided as the cough calms again.\n\n\"It seems people find it hard to see the individual when it's easier to blame the whole. It is truly unfortunate that recent incident reinforced it. And so we work to improve our public perception here as a whole.\"\n\nShe sat silently for a time, enjoying her tea, her thoughts drawn back to their effort in this regard. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Indeed, I regret the actions of my former kinsman; but it has given our work here perspective. A bit of deeper meaning, as it were.\"\n\n_Kashikoi smiles, he seems to naturally be doing that, as he also sips his tea in contemplative silence._\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "*...Can see if Naoki-san would have time to help design the medallion...\n...Where, no, who is more important than where for now...*\n\nKita's reverie was broken as the last sip of her tea emptied the cup. She looked up at Kashikoi, realizing they must have been sitting in silence for some time. Looking at her companion, he seemed to have been content to enjoy his tea is silence for a time as well, but she hated to monopolize his time any longer than was polite. She set her cup down in front of her and broke the silence.\n\n\"Thank you again for your invitation and hospitality. It's been very pleasant to make the acquaintance of another Phoenix here in the city.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi finished sipping and sighed contently, nodding to Kita as he set his teacup down._\n\n\"You are quite welcome, Asako-san! I plan on trying to reach out to more of our recently arrived clansmen, to form strong bonds that allow us to do our duty efficiently. That and enjoy a bit of tea in the process.\"\n\n_Kashikoi chuckled at that, glancing at Kita with eyes that seemed to bore into her, head tilted as he bowed to her slightly from his position._\n\n\"Be well, Asako Kita-san and may the Fortunes and all the kami guide your path.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita absently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she stood. She gave Kashikoi a polite smile and bow.\n\n\"I look forward to seeing you around. Good luck to you as well in your endeavors, Isawa-san. May the Fortunes guide you.\"\n\nAs she moved to leave her final thought surfaced,\n*Certainly not what I expected when I arrived for tea, but a nice enough fellow. I hope his unusual abilities don't get him into trouble.*\n\n>>END SCENE\n\n||"
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"author": "y33t_kr13g",
"message": "Streaming from the open window, a gentle breeze carrying the sun's rays beamed down into the room.\nSplayed across the floor, both materials and painter alike strew about organised in a way Naoki, currently the sole artisan of the Phoenix embassy to the city of Journeys End swears that it is.\nThe semi-lauded hobbyist painter is currently awaiting for an answer to the letter he had asked the servants to display in a easily seen place, a call for anyone to see the gift the Karo-san has given to Noboru-dono.\nHopefully some would attend this humble viewing that he arranged, possibly the librarian or that bushi he didn't get much time to talk to, yet he hopes that it would leave a favourable impression on the Ambassador of the titular embassy and convey Karo-sama's gratitude to his dear friend.\nWhat it is even there to a viewing again?\nAh, so thinks the sleep deprived painter, that's a problem for the Naoki of later.\n\n||"
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{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon made it a point to be the first to arrive of the Phoenix. Much focus had been placed on the martial callings of the samurai as of late, to have further reminder of some of the higher callings their class could aspire to would have a positive effect of raising his clanmates' spirits. *Hopefully this will be the first of many such opportunities.* \n\nThe room was... Slightly cramped due to the arrayed display that Naoki had assembled. Iemon reprimanded himself for his initial reaction of surprise, having likely expected something more *Controlled* As the Crane exhibitions in Nikesake had been. Not that he had much of an appraising eye for such things, but he came to appreciate the more organic presentation that Naoki had set up. It was almost an invitation into the heart of the artist, rather than only seeing what the artist intended with a finished piece. \n\n\"Isawa-san, thank you for being so willing to put on this display. I am glad to have such an event conducted here, and it speaks well of you to have taken the initiative to arrange this.\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "bonepapermoon",
"message": "Terumi was of the mind to train vigorously from the moment sun rises till the time it sets on the far horizon, but his curiosity compelled him to answer the invitation given to all the Phoenix. It had the markings of an uncommon occassion and he'd rather sate his wandering thoughts than regret not showing up sometime after.\n\nWhen he arrived, he was pleased to see Iemon-sama already present, the very first to arrive it seemed.\n\n\"Greetings Shiba-sama,\" He bowed politely to his superior, a gentle smile affixed upon his face that was soon turned to the host of the display. \"And I greet you Isawa-san, I am called Shiba Terumi.\"\n\nTerumi's long straight locks and pleasant smile was soft, akin to a maiden of the court, but his eyes were dark and eerily dead despite the otherwise polite veneer.\n\n||"
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{
"author": "y33t_kr13g",
"message": "Blinking in and out of consciousness, remaining on the floor slumbering for a good while would be the quite the state he would display receiving his own kin, were not for his good senses in hearing the rattling of the sliding frame opening he would have not sprung up checking his state of dress and the state of his room.\nThe rest of the studio wasn't even as cleaned up, and at least Kita-san was polite enough to knock, but... It is usually assumed that once an invitation for an event was sent it is assumed all would be prepared already... \nBaka mitai.\nWell, there could have been steps taken to prevent this situation, but that is too late.\nBowing low in from the waist in turn to the two newly arrivals he replies.\n\n\"Welcome Shiba-sama and Shiba Terumi-san, to this humble studio for this painting view, welcome and please forgive me for the state of this studio.\" \n\"It was not my intentions to insult anyone, I have been very tired.\"\n \nBloodshot eyes and a shaky smile accompanies his greetings and apologies, painting viewings are supposed to be relaxing event right? So he better clean up his mess.\nAs Naoki begins somewhat fixing up the place since late is better than never he turns to his kinsmen saying-\n\n\"Please, please make yourselves comfortable as I am doing now, shall we send for tea?\"\n\nThe painting which was the purpose of the whole viewing remains covered, no sense observing it when all this mess is still around after all. \n\n||"
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{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Oh please, tea would be quite lovely.\"\n\n_Spoke a serene yet unfamiliar voice as Isawa Kashikoi reveals himself. He sits simply, smiling as he looks around the room with no small amount of cheer._\n\n\"Ahhh, Shiba Iemon-dono! It has been some time, hasn't it? How have you fared in your duties?\"\n\n_Kashikoi asks, head tilting as he glances towards Iemon; his tone having slightly shifted to one of reminiscing and fondness._\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "y33t_kr13g",
"message": "\"Alright, shall I fetch a ready kettle then cousin-san, or does anyone wish to try their hand at a tea ceremony?\"\n\nSays Naoki with his hands full placing his materials aside and moving his sketches and catalogue of his experimentation of paints making a display near the main piece.\nQuick clean up finished, and thus composing and excusing himself he sets himself down and awaits a reply."
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Having seen the posted invitation, Kita made her way back to the art studio where she had previously found Naoki. Upon her arrival she found several other familiar faces already present. With a polite smile she greeted those present,\n\n\"It's very nice to see you, Shiba-sama, and under such pleasant circumstances. Shiba Terumi-san, Isawa Kashikoi-san, hello again, I hope the day is treating you well. Isawa Naoki-san, the piece is finished then? I am very much looking forward to seeing it!\"\n\nLooking around she wasn't sure whether to be amused or embarrassed about the little-improved state of the studio since her last visit. But again-she was no artist and didn't have experience with this type of a showing, maybe this was not unusual? She was glad to see a turn out of several of her clansmen here to admire the painter's work, both for the appreciation of higher pursuits and recognition of its ability to bring people together.\n\n||"
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"author": "y33t_kr13g",
"message": "Reflecting back another smile he beckons over to her.\n\n\"Welcome back Kita-san.\" \n\"I was in the middle of requesting some refreshment, but I am not sure whether I should have some brewed quickly or fetch the necessary tools for someone to host a small ceremony before we start.\"\n\nRealising he has no one else to handle entertaining his guests, in a ditch effort to do so he reaches for his now bigger portfolio of sketches and presents them to them gathered here right now. \n\n\"Yet, even so once the tea is partaken of, I must digress the main view of this impromptu view in lieu of the absence of the most of our kinsmen.\"\n\"I would very much like for them to be among us to view it, so as a compromise for everyone who attended, please peruse these mock-ups of my future work.\"\n\"All of which I will be making very soon, but as to which piece shall be made next I leave up to your requests.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Noboru's arrival was perhaps not as prompt as expected, but his initial duties of writing reports to the Elemental Council took higher priority. From the sound of voices from the room, he could tell he was not the first person to arrive, which suited him well enough. Social events were far from his strong suit, and at least if there were enough other people present he could allow himself to lapse into a pondering silence without having the room as a whole fall silent with him when he had nothing to say.\n\n He bowed, adequately but quickly around the room, lowest of all to the ambassador in respect of his rank. \"Apologies for my tardiness.\" He gruffly stated, his own lack of rest evident.\n\n\"Cousin Isawa Naoki-san, thank you for the efforts you have done on my behalf.\" He glanced around at the room, having not been able to help but hear the discussion about tea on his way in. \"Perhaps... It may be easier to simply request some freshly brewed? The efforts of a ceremony may be difficult to handle within your studio.\" *And between the two of us one of us may risk falling asleep in the middle of it.* He thought to himself, noting the younger man's exhaustion.\n\n||"
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"author": "y33t_kr13g",
"message": "Greeting his superior twice over, he figures, Naoki replies-\n\n\"Hai Noboru-dono, just a moment then someone should be just passing by, one two... Seven... Excuse me for a moment\"\n\nGiving the proper respect his senior is deserving of he wanders out to find one of the servants to request a full kettle of tea and at least 10 cups, no make it 15 there is no telling how many will be coming.\nFinally finding someone and finishing up his request, Naoki cant help but wonder on how asides from the actions of everyone, was he supposed to know that Shiba-sama was the titular Ambassador for this embassy, and what would happen if he didnt notice.\nAs he dawdles back into the room ruminating on the implications of the *Thank you for being so willing to put on this display* And what that would spell for him, and then being hit with all of the expectant eyes on him he then announces-\n\n\"W-well now that-t's all done...\"\n\nAnother scan about the scattered materials in the room reminding him its far from done and it was well within his responsibilities to do something about it, but... As long as everyone's spirits will be raised...\nPacing forth and reaching out for the cloth covering the piece he speaks-\n\n\"And with no further delay, Ambassador-sama, by the patronage of everyone present here today with regards to our Karo, Asako Sanumo-sama, is the piece-\"\n\n||\n\nThe Afternoon Marketplace ||Artisan 4: Painting Fire 4: Innovation|| \n\nThe painting depicts a scene of a marketplace where the lunch crowd is going to and fro.\nThe first thing that would hit any observer is that it is clearly different from a water colour paint, indeed plainly obvious to anyone even those not of artistic inclinations that those shades and bright colours is one not characteristic of any water colour style.\nSuch as that familiar orange mixed with actual yellow sparkling sunshine dominating the entirety of the piece, seeping through the shades and reflecting in the ground showing that the heat and light of Lady Sun cannot be escaped.\nAs one takes in it even more one could mistake it for an open window were it not for the hazy feel of it, like a distant far off memory one remembers as they remember spring or summer.\nFor even though the faces were made with such details one could see the freckles of a red haired, clearly gaijin maiden, observing it for a while one was certain it was no regular depiction of reality as they know.\nAs the garments that everyone wore, heimen or samurai alike were bursting forth and radiating their own unique colour, orange sunlight mixing in on Mantis green, blending with the Lion's copperish yellow and making the Unicorn's purple stand out.\nA piece depicting a peaceful day at just one the streets Ryoko Owari Toshi, kept by clans working together to make it so.\nA multitude of Ryoko Owari Toshi's, that was this pieces aim, to show what was each persons Ryoko Owari Toshi was like, shown through the ones of the painter.\n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"You as well Asako Kita-san! I am doing well and hope the same for you as well,\"\n\n_Kashikoi spends some of his time waiting for the tea and looking around; holding his head in one hand with a slight wince. He does, however, look towards Noboru with his usual smile._\n\n\"Greetings cousin, tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I am Isawa Kashikoi.\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "vander2th",
"message": "Asako Yamanosuke was surprised to receive an invitation, given his recent arrival to Ryoko Owari Toshi. In what seemed a whirlwind of duty, this was his first formal invitation of his clansmen, and he knew he must show face, especially given his recent promotion to Taisa. \n\nHe dressed as fully formal as he could, that befitting of his new post. The captain of the guard must be ready at all times, no matter the situation or setting. In his best formal kimono, Daisho at the ready, and his hair kept as tightly as possible atop his shaved pate. \n\n\"Apologies if I am late, my lords. I am Asako Yamanosuke, recent arrival to the city and Captain of the Guard, as so honored by Isawa Iemon-sama. I am at your service, and humbled by your invitation.\"\n\nYamanosuke bowed respectfully at the doorway to the assembled samurai. He provided ample time for all to acknowledge his self-announced presence and entered the room.\n\nTaking stock of the assembly, it was apparent to Yamanosuke that artwork and courtiership was on full display. Not his personal wheelhouse of training, but not afraid of a challenge or one to shirk his duty, he attempted to exude as much confidence as possible. \n\nNot so skilled with a brush, but familiar with origami, Yamanosuke was confident he can fully appreciate the intricacy of the painting on display. Its message is clear to him, and surely the same must be true to the rest of those in attendance: Harmony does exist here in the city, and must be fully appreciated and cultivated."
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Noboru gave a faint chuckle as he saw the flustered Naoki attempting to take stock and request the correct number of cups to accommodate the guests of this display. He then turned and acknowledged Isawa Kashikoi's greeting with a short bow. \"It is good indeed to have so many cousins residing in this city, Isawa-San.\" \n\nIemon, in turn, bowed quickly in reply to Asako Kita. \"Indeed, Asako-san, having a pleasant reason for gathering is a welcome one, to be certain.\" \n\nHe bowed as well to Kashikoi. \"It is good to see you as well, Isawa-san. My duties have been... Dare I say, all-consuming. The chance to have a small social gathering amongst fellow members of the Phoenix Clan is much needed.\"\n\nTea arrived, carried by servants. Cups were quickly and carefully distributed and poured for any who partook, Iemon and Noboru included.\n\n\"Isawa Noboru-sama, Isawa Kashikoi-san had been originally meant to be my charge before I was suddenly elevated beyond Yojimbo when I arrived in the city.\"\n\n\"Ah, I see.\" Noboru nodded at once, turning his eyes with a more intent appraisal to Kashikoi. \"It would be beneficial to get to know one another better. We must have tea together soon\" He said bluntly, but not unkindly. Intentionally a statement rather than a request, but at least with the pretense genuinely offered of sharing company over tea more privately.\n\nThen the portrait was revealed.\n\nIemon looked over the painting, taking in the broad strokes of the intended meaning of a peaceful day built by cooperation approvingly. As his eyes lit upon the freckled face of what was unmistakably a gaijin, he visibly paled, his lips pulling tightly before hastily covering them with his fan at the scandal.\n\nNoboru was far less poised, having just sipped from his tea. It spit from his mouth in his surprise at the sight of a gaijin *Mingling in the streets with Rokugani, in a portrait **Intended as a gift for the ambassador.*** \n\nHe briskly wiped his mouth dry as a servant arrived with a towel for him. The look he gave Naoki was raw, undisguised anger. *\"What is the meaning of this?\"* He whispered, though the force of the whisper carried easily through the room.\n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"_Ara ara_, what an odd turn of events.\"\n\n_Kashikoi commented, hand held to his head as if in pain briefly before looking to Nobaru again,_\n\n\"Oh? I would love to chat, Isawa Nobaru-san. A bit of tea and maybe some fish and rice? Sounds delightful indeed.\"\n\n_He typically doesn't do this, but he turns his awareness of others' minds to Naoki, as he looks to Yamanosuke,_\n\n\"A pleasure, Asako-san; I am Isawa Kashikoi, spiritual adviser and Ishiken.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "y33t_kr13g",
"message": "Oh no, what is the meaning of this?\nHe had a few share of displeased patrons before, not one of them reacted quite like this and not many of them were of higher rank of him.\nAs he, for all his gifts he still is just a mortal, and in particular the particulars of the game of words and courtly manner such as gift giving are lost on him.\n\nHis face has frozen blank and his mouth slightly hinges wide as he once more took a little bit more time to process this whole situation.\nSo Shiba Iemon-sama is unhappy about a portion of his painting, if he remembers well that parts whole process in accurately sketching that specific strange and exotic face advertising a tea house somewhere was one of his best yet.\nThinking to those days in his duties to assist the local law enforcement and the occasional Emerald Magistrate he was complimented on the detail of his sketches, many of which are posted for all to see, and not for very long.\n\nHe also on occasion while passing boredom and satiating curiosity had perused and viewed various depictions and illustrations of gaijin recorded and wondered if they were as strange looking as put to paper.\nAnd just few days ago, while he was still new and lost, he finally got the chance to view some as he wandered and now he was sure that he was the better artist of any of them who had chosen such for their subject. \nOut of place and yet remaining hidden as benefiting of such strange being was that tea brewer in that rush of a lunch break, clustered amidst the crowd, vibrant and scarlet hair complementing that spot, a rush of other brighter colours of others in this painting.\n\nSo if she isn't that visible how come did Shiba Iemon see her? \nWell now looking clearly with mind not filled with the haze of artistic pursuit, clear with the shock of the moment he saw that she did not complement that spot, she with her unusual height and alien features dominated it.\nThe point of the painting was to remind all of an peaceful Rokugan and prospering Ryoko Owari built by cooperation and trust between everyone in it.\nThen colour of life returned to Naoki's face as he finally realised his mistake.\n\nEVERYONE KNOWS GAIJIN ARE NOT TO SUPPOSED TO BE IN THERE NAOKI!\nYOU GREAT MESSY FAULTY FIRE BREATHER!\n\nTaking back stock of his expressions, and finding his mouth wide open in a silent scream, he shuts it and now must set to right the biggest gaffe yet so far in this life.\n\n\"My... My a-apologies Shiba Iemon-sama i-i have erred greatly.\"\n\nHe quickly moves to the colour palates and his paintbrush to compose himself and to quickly fix what has been wroth and hopefully spare him of the shame he brought upon himself.\nMaking himself ready to be held accountable for this dishonour he continues-\n\n\"I had drawn too much from memory and not much in my own set intent and good sense, just like the multitude of the crowd I simply wished to display my expertise in the illustration in faces.\"\n\nHis ancestors and the fortunes would look down upon lies, most reluctantly accept the Scorpion may have reason to do so, for if not they would not posses the favour of Heaven and be like the scum of the Empire, especially those damned Kolat, so he better not hold his tongue and hide beyond that flimsy excuse. \n\n\"I have also thought I would not be painting Ryoko Owari if I had deviated a little, Ryoko Owari has a reputation after all, and it I profess as much I want it to be ideal it would lose what makes it Ryoko Owari.\"\n\"This is not a piece of an ideal Ryoko Owari after all, but a peaceful and prospering one.\"\n\nSetting himself on the floor, aside from practice this is the likely the third time he performed a dozega. \n\n\"Yet there are proper times one could show their own expertise and expression and this is not one of these.\"\n\"My most sincere apologies Shiba Iemon-sama, I have failed and strayed from the good will that had been shared in friendship Asako-sama had hoped to convey to you.\"\n\nExcuses do not save anyone, yet to be true and admit to your own mistakes is what someone of his blood and status must do. \n\n||"
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"author": "bonepapermoon",
"message": "Terumi observed the events unfolding before his eyes with a placid smile. It was certainly interesting but the offense the artist has caused elevated a calm and poised event into something filled with tension. He eyed the artist with an appraising gaze, taking in his sincere and frightened apology, and then he turned his gaze to their shared superior, waiting to see what the older Shiba would do in response.\n\nHe knew that the man was a worthy leader but he was also aware that the Phoenix of the city could not afford many more blunders after the scandal caused by that one ronin that was formerly an Isawa. \n\nThe effeminate swordsman kept his silence, however. His words would add nothing and the actions he could take are as empty as the void. He just hoped that the little gathering wouldn't be soured further.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "vander2th",
"message": "Yamosuke bowed and sought a seat appropriate his station.\n\n\"My apologies for interrupting a truly interesting conversation and exhibition of brush-work.\" Yamanosuke thought it best to break a bit of the tension between the conversation and apparent embarrassment from Isawa Naoki-san.\n\n\"Perhaps not the depiction of Ryoko Owari as we know it, but rather a message to those less-than-savory characters at the potential of what Ryoko Owari Toshi *Could* Become, even if it to be far-fetched. While it does not ring true with the realism esthetic, I can appreciate the sentiment.\n\n\"It would make my job easier,\" He chuckled a bit. While he was completely uncomfortable in this social setting and addressing a masterful painting in the presence of the Ambassador, he felt it his opportunity to make his name known amongst some of the upper eschelon of Phoenix-Clan representation here at Ryoko Owari.\n\n\"I do not mean to jest at your expense, Naoki-san. Your technical skill with the brush is truly masterful.\" A polite bow followed, and awaited the room's response."
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Come now,\"\n\n_Kashikoi said, speaking up and waving a hand. He stood, albeit with some visible difficulty, and walked over, gesturing to Naoki with his eternal smile on,_\n\n\"We all know how the artist can get when they lose themselves to their art. He might have been painting an exact scene at the market, but was taken by inspiration and simply flowed. Is it not a sign of enlightenment to briefly touch the Void and enter the zone, as they say?\"\n\n_He briefly tapped Naoki's shoulder before using his hands to gesture to the painting and the empty space before him._\n\n\"I say, celebrate his higher attunement. Besides, are there not more pieces to display? Or can we not afford him another chance?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "This was the largest gathering of Phoenix she had seen since arriving here, sharing tea. This was good.\n\nKita turned her attention from those around her to the painting as it was unveiled; the colors were vibrant and brought the piece to life before her eyes. She was focused on those small details when she heard the Isawa she had not met, Noboro they had called him, protest. This was not good.\n\nNaoki had moved to correct the situation swiftly once he was unfrozen. The gaijin maiden was gone, almost before Kita fully registered what was going on, disappearing under his brush. Best to ignore it. The others had started to redirect the conversation already. She looked instead to the other portfolio of works.\n\n\"Naoki-san, these sketches are lovely. Your skill with art is certainly notable.\"\n\n ||"
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{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon nods, folding his fan and returning it to his sleeve, his actions deliberate and measured. \"It is not unheard of for an artist to be caught in a fit of inspiration, and a work to take on a life and message beyond what had been intended initially. Clearly that is all that has occurred here.\" He sipped his tea calmly, now fully composed and projecting calmness now that the situation had been rectified. \"You are, of course, forgiven, Isawa Naoki-san. Passion and creativity are powerful tools, but must be wielded with the same deftness of the stroke of a brush.\" *Or a blade.* \"We cannot let our tools wield us.\" Iemon added these last words lightly, without the weight of reproach.\n\nHe gave a small bow in acknowledgment of both Yamanosuke's and Kashikoi's words, but refrained from further open speculation about art, though by his previous words it was clear he saw and responded well to the wisdom in their words.\n\nNoboru, however, glowered for an additional lingering moment at the younger Isawa, finally allowing himself to be mollified by the words of his fellow Phoenix. \"As you say. The fire Kami in particular tend towards a certain... Brashness. Tensai in particular feel the pull of those Kami we are attuned to all the more. No harm has been done, as thankfully only our Clan has been in attendance here.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "y33t_kr13g",
"message": "Having faded that red hue into the background, hidden for the most part and rising from his dozega with his 'face' somewhat still intact, Naoki then replies-\n\n\"My apologies once more Shiba-sama, it is as Noboru-dono spoke, my failure lies in my lack of proper control as the excitement of my new duties has overridden my good senses, with proper pacing of tasks I can assure you that this will not happen again.\"\n\nPerforming another deep bow, he now turns to the rest of those that have gathered.\n\n\"My apologies for spoiling the day for all of you my dear kinsmen, I will be sure never have such another incident.\"\n\nOne more apology finished he wagers he might be ready for the full turmoil of a Court, but hoping to never cross paths with mean courtiers he now turns over to the Captain of the Guard and returning the given bow-\n\n\"My apologies for having to waste words in my favour, yet aside from the fact they have came to over look my faults I must admit, I can not deny that your words had conveyed the keenness of your eyes to see, and paired with your idealistic heart understand, the intent of my painting.\"\n\nAnd at last to his other kinsmen he replies-\n\n\"My apologies honoured cousin, both for the waste of the intercession of the Void's wisdom for my sake and I regret to inform you this the only finished piece I now have, yet...\"\n\nRising from the floor he posits over to see Kita-san perusing his sketches and giving-\n\n\"Were it not, I would not be in this situation weren't it...\" \n \nAs a self depreciating reply he brings out more canvas and more paints and turning to address the rest of the room and in specific he who claimed to be full fledged Ishiken-\n\n\"... As a more proper apology and gift to this embassy, would you be honoured Isawa Kashikoi-dono to select any of these pieces?\" \n\"Or your own requested image as the next work?\"\n\"Now that I have gotten the hang of it, I daresay that I can finish another one of that size within three hours\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "bonepapermoon",
"message": "Feeling rightfully unimportant, Terumi took subtle steps further from the situation that was simmering down. He had never seen such tenson within the embassy and he felt foolish for focusing too much on his beloved art because of it. \n\nNevertheless, what's done is done and it seemed the proper apologies were given.\n\nIf not, well ...\n\nBlood would not be shed, that much was certain, but duels might still be possible if the ambassador was incensed enough. The thought brightened his smile just a bit before he banished such idiotic thoughts. \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "A clan functionary's workspace is often reflective of the individual occupying the related position. This was not an exception.\n\nThe space itself was sparsely adorned. Shelves lined either side of the room with the lowest of each side converted into locked cabinets for private or confidential belongings. The shelves were half-stocked; the remainder yet waiting to be filled over the course of Sanumo's tenure. The back wall of the room featured a modest window, conveniently situated for easy reading.\n\nThe only other furniture were the desk and chairs.\n\nThe desk was a somber tone, made of sturdy wood and with three mons branded into the front in a descending column; those of the Phoenix, Asako, and Asako Loremasters. It featured a metal scroll rack for incoming missives to be stored upon, as well as custom indentations and grooves in the desk's surface for convenient placement and storage of inkwells, brushes, and the like. The chairs were simple; not quite comfortable or uncomfortable. Seated at one behind the desk, Sanumo greeted those occupying the other two. The group had already exchanged bows prior to sitting.\n\n« It is good to see the both of you returned in good health. It is no secret why I've gathered us together again today. I have news from my own investigations into Isawa Komako's disappearance, but I would hear what you two have uncovered first, if I may. »\n\nGesturing to the other two, Sanumo was the very picture of professionalism. He'd even arranged the embassy staff to provide tea for the occasion, though his own was only touched as much as politeness demanded."
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi bows as enters the space, taking it in as he moves to look Sanumo in the eyes. He hums, tilting his head before clearing his throat._\n\n\"We have discovered a potential Why to Isawa Komako's disappearance. I would ask to make sure; there have been no ransom notes or some similar means of demanding payment for Isawa Komako, yes?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "azeltorez",
"message": "*Tsustsumi similarly bows as he steps into the spartanly decorated workspace, dipping himself low as he entered, before sitting himself down, and speaking up,* \"We discovered that her and her Yojimbo went to the shrine of Benten - and that the Yojimbo seemed somewhat... Irritated, almost.\""
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "He shook his head, his hair gently swishing as he did so. « No such note or equivalent has been delivered to my knowledge. »\n\nSanumo seemed lightly puzzled at Tsutsumi's addition to the conversation. « Irritated, you say? The accounts I was able to gather didn't have much to say about Shiba-san. At most they described him as quiet and dutiful. Perhaps things are not as harmonious as they could be between those two. »\n\nSanumo simply didn't have enough information to make a good guess as to why. The answer would surely come in time.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi hummed, nodding._\n\n\"Then it could be as I fear; that someone close to Isawa Komako abducted her. Though the deeper Why has not been deduced. I commend Shiba-san here for helping me come to this theory,\"\n\n_He gestures to Tsutsumi and nods along with his words._\n\n\"Indeed. While Isawa Komako was reported to be bright and upbeat about her upcoming betrothal, her Shiba seemed upset and irritated. Perhaps about the arrangement, tis likely.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "Taisei strolled in the office. He looked around the office taking in it's look. Many would say that it was plain and sparsely decorated. He would say that it was simple and practical. He gave everyone a smile and bowed. \"Isawa no Akane Taisei reporting as ordered sir. How can I be of service?\""
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi turns to see the man as he enters, smiling gently as he bows from his seat._\n\n\"Greetings, Isawa Kashikoi.\""
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Offering a bow of his own, Sanumo greeted the newcomer. « Welcome. As you have likely guessed from my missive, I am Asako Sanumo, Karo to Shiba Iemon. It is good to have you here, especially on the short notice I was afforded. Truth be told, I thought I would need to inform you of the particulars at a later time. »\n\nNoticing that his room was without the requisite number of chairs for such a thing, he stood and maneuvered his chair alongside those of the other attendees.\n\n« Please, sit. It will do me good to have this meeting standing. » Returning to his previous position, he continued. « The ambassador himself offered your services, and those of Kaito Emiko, to me in the hopes of bringing this matter to a speedy resolution. We have been seeking the missing daughter of a Phoenix governor. Isawa Komako and her yojimbo, Shiba Yayoi, were last heard from within this city. They had been passing through to deliver Isawa-san to her betrothed in Scorpion lands. This is our first meeting to discuss our initial findings. »\n\nHe very briefly recounted the information that Kashikoi and Tsutsumi had shared so far.\n\n« Did the two of you have anything else to report before we discuss my own findings? »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"We believe that someone close to Isawa Komako is responsible for her disappearance and ... Unfortunately one of the suspects is Shiba Yayoi herself in my personal theory. Be very careful around those who say they are close to Isawa Komako and watch the words they say carefully.\"\n\n_Kashikoi speaks calmly and lowly, glancing around,_\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "Taisei thanked them all for their kindness and sat. \"Why would someone take her?\" Taisei asked. \"Do you think this could be political? I wonder if her or her father have any enemies.\""
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Jealousy is one. Abhorrence at being married to a Scorpion is another,\""
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"That's horrid,\" Taisei replied. \"For a samurai to be so sinful is distasteful. Whoever did this will pay for this dishonor.\""
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"The theory could be wrong, but why else would we have no ransom note or something similar of the sort?\"\n\n_Kashikoi hums, nodding._\n\n\"But yes, we must see the person responsible punished.\""
},
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"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "Emiko had been running late. The demands of gods and spirits came before those of men, even if tardiness was rude.\n\nShe bowed deeply to her fellow Phoenix in apology for such a discourtesy and awaited whatever was to come from it."
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"Hello again Kaito-san,\" Taisei smiled. \"It seems there's not enough chairs. You can take my seat. You look tired, so you need it more than I do. I prefer to stand anyway.\" He stood up and gestured toward the chair."
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi bows the newcomer,_\n\n\"Another Isawa and now a Kaito? The more help we can gather from the kami the better, greetings Kaito-san, I am Isawa Kashikoi.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "« I agree. Please, enter and be welcome. As I said to Isawa Taisei-san, I had my doubts that either of you would arrive on such short notice, but I had already arranged this meeting before the ambassador authorized your assistance. »\n\nFor a few moments, he seemed mildly put out that he had to go through the whole explanation again, but it was only right. He briefed Emiko on their conversation up to this point and what information they had shared.\n\n« Now that that is over, I'd like to share what I found in my investigation of the Dragon's Nest; the last known place Isawa Komako-san sent correspondence from before going missing. »\n\nHe began to pace slowly behind his desk, staring a bit into the middle distance as he recollected.\n\n« The inn's staff had last seen the pair two to three weeks ago, but had heard nothing since then. Any belongings that were not on their persons were left behind. » He held up a hand as if to stall. « Rest easy. They have been reclaimed and are ready to send with them when the time comes. There was unfortunately nothing of note to be gleaned from these goods. »\n\n« However, there was a... Furious disagreement in the common room as I went to leave. In defusing this, I asked some pointed questions and learned more useful information than I had the rest of the evening. A peasant woman claimed that both of our missing Phoenix were patronizing a temple, though they did not say which. This same woman had been trying to recruit others, presumably to help with said temple or something related to it. She was rather cagey on those points. » He waves as though to disperse smoke.\n\n« Regardless, I impressed upon her my desire to meet our quarries to discuss this venture. The young lady believed that Isawa Komako-san would be more than happy to do so. At this point, I am only waiting for an invitation or for enough time to pass that I believe one is not coming. »\n\nHe surveyed the group for questions or suggestions."
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"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"This is all so strange Asako-sama,\" Taisei said. \"I not really sure what to make of this. I would like to know why they would be at a temple doing who knows what when they had important business to attend.\""
},
{
"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "\"There must have been a matter of great importance to cause them to leave their belongings and depart from their original task.\" Emiko offered a generous explanation in cool, detached tones.\n\n\"If this peasant is asking others for help with a temple, there may be merit to taking them up on their request. Perhaps for others who are yet unknown to her to see about this place and maybe find our missing kin?\""
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"So it could be a matter of importance rather than a potential sin against Clan, that is heartening.\"\n\n_Kashikoi sighs gratefully, smiling as he looks at Sanumo,_\n\n\"That does greatly contradict the potential for Shiba Yayoi or someone else having abducted her, but the potential unfortunately still stands. Is there anything to counter this thought?\""
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"I'm not sure I agree with you Isawa-sama,\" Taisei replied. \"If a Phoenix has a duty, then they will pursue that duty over everything, even matters of faith. As much as I don't want to believe that there is some kind of trouble here, I have to admit that all of this seems highly suspicious.\""
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo cleared his throat to get their attention as the cross-talk got a little more lively.\n\n« We would do well to speak of them as upstanding samurai until proven otherwise. There is no point in slandering their names as of yet. »\n\nA particularly astute observer would notice that the rebuke was made gently and that he was not discounting the possibility of unsavory actions; only cautioning against premature declarations of wrongdoing.\n\n« The peasant I spoke with was described as part of a band of wastrels. In combination with the news of the temple it makes me wonder if it is, in fact, being used as a temple at this time. »\n\nHe shook his head slightly as if stirring himself from a momentary daydream.\n\n« No matter whether they had good reason or not, the crux of the matter is that we are to return them to the duties they have been neglecting. If they have found a worthy cause to pursue, we shall take over its administration and see them on their way. »\n\nHe left unspoken what else would happen if those they sought had not had good reason to disappear.\n\n« This is the ambassador's will. We shall see it done. Shiba Tsutsumi-san, I urge you to be generous in your estimation of what forces we may need if they refuse to come with us or find themselves... Otherwise prevented. We have shugenja, both with us and that we seek. It would not do to see them come to more harm than is necessary. »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"Forgive me Asako-sama,\" Taisei replied. \"I did not mean to imply that they are in the wrong. It's times like this that I wish I had a tracking spell. Maybe we can go to this so called temple and Kaito-san and I could commune with the spirits there. Maybe they have more information to provide than a mere mortal.\""
},
{
"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "Emiko nodded in agreement.\n\n\"Speaking to the kami or to the people there, I am certain we will find out something of use.\""
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Indeed, my haste to determine the cause has blinded me to my fellow's status.\"\n\n_Kashikoi bows and glances around,_\n\n\"So, a contingent of heimin that claim to be seeking to restore or clear an old temple which our missing Phoenix likely went to aid in. Sounds promising.\""
},
{
"author": "azeltorez",
"message": "*Tstutsumi begins to mentally calculate how much they'd need... The kind of forces that would overpower a shiba yojimbo and their shugenja charge, and then the kind of forces needed if the two refused to come along... He'd eventually reply,* \"A moderate skirmish force should serve. I doubt that the group who captured them has the numbers to resist us, if they were indeed captured at all, and if they refuse to come with us, the size of our group should serve to prevent them from doing such in the first place - the size of the force serves as both a means of... Reminding them of their responsibility, and what it can bring to bear, and if they were captured, should do well in handle the forces that took them, as it seems to have been done by underhanded means, rather than force.\""
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumos clasps his hands in front of him. \"Excellent observations. Between what the kami may deign to share and what our own forces will be able to glean after the fact, we will most assuredly have a clearer picture once we actually arrive on the scene.\"\n\n\"In my mind, the most important thing is to make sure that our visit is final. If we come back empty-handed, it will not only disappoint the ambassador, but drive those against us further into obscurity. We will attempt to do this peaceably and have our sterner measures on standby to catch any who should flee or to support us in the event of outright conflict.\"\n\nHe wasn't sure what he would do if he had to stare Iemon in the face and explain how success had slipped through his fingers. He'd not been in this position for very long, but it was leagues better than serving his previous Isawa lord. One way or another, he couldn't, *Wouldn't* Go back - not willingly.\n\n\"As soon as I receive a message confirming a meeting, I will make sure you are all notified. If the message never comes, we will adjust our plan accordingly and begin a more probing search for their exact whereabouts.\"\n\nThe idea clearly caused Sanumo a bit of distress, his otherwise proper posture slacking at the mention of it.\n\n\"But for now, you are all dismissed. I look forward to working alongside you further. Thank you for your service.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"Good day then Asako-sama,\" Taisei replied with a bow. \"It was a pleasure meeting all of you. I look forward to future endeavors by your side.\" He bowed to everyone and left."
},
{
"author": "cardboardarmor",
"message": "Emiko did likewise, offering a wordless bow of farewell to her fellows once dismissed and going about her own way."
},
{
"author": "asurasura",
"message": "It had been some weeks since word of Isawa Komako had arrived at the embassy. Such was to be expected, after all—if the girl had not seen fit to tend her duties out of obligation to her father or fiancé, then it was unlikely she would return at the call of an ambassador's assistant. \n\nJust when all seemed lost, however, a familiar face appeared. Though she was dressed the part of a traveler, complete with knapsack and headscarf, the peasant girl Asako Sanumo spoke with weeks prior at the Dragon's Nest manifested outside the embassy on fateful afternoon. After explaining her purpose to the staff, she was hurried inside and led to a meeting space. The long awaited news had finally arrived. Komako had made her decision. The karo needed only receive it. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "This girl had previously seen him in his less-than-resplendent everyday wear, so Sanumo wasted no time changing his apparel. As soon as he was made aware of her presence, he came as directly and expeditiously as he could.\n\nGiving her a nod of acknowledgement upon his entry, he smiled. \"Welcome to our embassy! I trust you've been well tended to? Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable while you're here?\"\n\nThis was it. The time had finally come.\n||"
},
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"author": "asurasura",
"message": "\"Ah, yes, of course, samurai-sama, very well tended. There is no good to do more for me.\"\n\nThe girl seems at least a little less frazzled than she had been in the weeks prior. Of course, she was still rather on edge—aside from the servants who tended such places, it was doubtful the average peasant ever set foot in the noble district, much less within the embassy of a great clan. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Very good.\" He clasped his hands together. \"That being said, what's the nature of your visit today? Have you had any more troubles with the Dragon's Nest? Or perhaps Isawa-san has sent a message for me?\"\n\nHe doubted it was the former, if only because he would likely have heard about it from other sources first, but it never hurt to check and would help cover up any perceived eagerness over possible communication from Komako.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "asurasura",
"message": "The girl straightens up a little at the mention of Komako. It's quite clear, despite the game of pleasantries, that she would not have made the trek into such a viper's den of etiquette if not bid by a greater.\n\n\"Ah, no trouble, samurai-sama. I have not returned to the Dragon's Nest since that night...\" She fusses with the hem of her kimono a little as she considers how best to impart her next words.\n\n\"Isawa-sama welcomes her kin to come visit her at the temple. She especially welcomes the presence of an additional, uhm, shugenja, which I believe you generously offered to send along last we spoke. She asked that I deliver the invitation to you and escort them to the grounds.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo visibly perked up, « Oh, excellent! It will take me some time to find them and make sure we are both prepped for the journey. If it suits you, I can have temporary accommodations arranged for you in the meantime. I'll be as expedient as I can. »\n\nHe stopped, realizing something. « How long of a trip should we be ready for? Is it possible to go there and back in the same day or are we anticipating an overnight stay to avoid trouble? »\n\nThe state that she had arrived in led him to believe it might be a further trek than he had previously thought.\n\nThis certainly complicated things, but the plan should be workable with some minor adjustments.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "asurasura",
"message": "\"Ah, o-of course. Please, take all the time you need.\"\n\nThe girl fiddles with her kimono a little more as she considers the question. It's obvious enough that she hadn't considered the finer points of traveling with such esteemed company, or how it would slow down the progress.\n\n\"The temple is, uhm, quite remote. It's built atop a natural spring, nearer the mountains to the north. I would say a day and a half away from the city by foot. A-At least, that's how long it takes me, samurai-sama.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "His eyebrows rose, « Oh, I hadn't realized we were looking at such an... Involved trip. No matter, I'll see it handled one way or another. Please, make yourself at home until we're ready to depart.»\n\nSanumo excused himself and made arrangements with the embassy staff to ensure the girl would be cared for while she waited on the them.\n\nAs quickly as was reasonable, he gathered the other investigators in his office to notify them of these new developments. He addressed the assembled samurai.\n\n« Isawa Komako-san's messenger has arrived with an invitation, but we have some minor complications to contend with and I would seek all of your counsel. »\n\n« Firstly, their temple is a day, perhaps most of two, to the North of the city - and that's as a lone individual making the journey. That means suitable provisions need to be prepared for all involved. »\n\n« Secondly, she has made clear that the invitation has been extended to me and **One** Additional shugenja. I had been unsure if a more open offer would be extended, but that appears not to be the case. To that end, I need Isawa Kashikoi-san to accompany me, if only because I specifically mentioned in my message to her that I knew an ishiken she could meet. » He didn't relish working so closely with an Isawa, but this was the corner he'd painted himself into.\n\n« That leaves us with what to do with the rest of you and the ashigaru. We want to keep this from outright violence, as well as ensure this heimin has no cause to refuse to take us to the temple or otherwise lead us astray. How best can we accomplish this? »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"I think I have a suggestion Asako-sama,\" Taisei replied. \"If just one shugenja is needed, then I suggest Kaito-san would be the best choice. If I am also needed, then I could hide my powers and and pose as a simple samurai. I'm not good at deception nor am I very keen on it, but if it is something simple like posing as a courtier or even as Kaito-san's yojimbo it would be fine. I could definitely pull either of those off. If it is needed, then I will be willing to do that.\""
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo began to fidget, concern painting his features. « I... I'm afraid we may be overcomplicating this, at least with how the situation is evolving. Every layer of complexity that we add to this increases the likelihood of failure, especially with a group such as ours that is still unused to working in tandem. »\n\nHe sinks into thought briefly. Perhaps this was the wrong way to go about this. After all, if Komako (or whoever had claimed her) truly wished to stay hidden, they would never have sent the messenger back in the first place. Drawing attention and scrutiny would be counterproductive in most scenarios he considered.\n\n« Shiba-san, I am sorry to do this to you last-minute, but I believe we need to leave the ashigaru with the embassy. We're already bringing more company than expected and I believe the ashigaru will represent a tipping point that will ensure blood is spilled. »\n\nHe seemed a bit more present; his attention returning to the room around him as he spoke more.\n\n« We will infringe upon her hospitality by all going together. From there we will do our best to ease tensions and find a resolution wherein she will return with us. If it is not to be... We will have to figure something out. »\n\nWhile he said it with finality, he swept his gaze over those present in search of any dissent or suggestions that those present may try to sway him with.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I see, why would she have need of my particular abilities is a very interesting question; but I digress!\"\n\n_He smiles, moving to fiddle with the edges of his sleeves as he hums in thought,_\n\n\"Hopefully she does not take our actions as an act of aggression or those who may hold her. I do agree, simplicity works best for now, besides, we must trust that our fellow Phoenix means well.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "azeltorez",
"message": "*Tsutsumi was watching - he let Sanumo work things out, content to wait until orders were given, mentally tallying things up... And coming to the same conclusion that bringing a force of ashigaru at all would be counterproductive - when Sanumo states the same, he dips his head,* \"Of course, Asako-san. I'll send out the orders for the ashigaru to remain at the embassy, and see to procuring provisions for the trip? If you're worried of the response by all of us going together, I could remain here and oversee the embassy while you are away.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"I don't suspect she has a specific thing in mind for you, Isawa-san. It is not often one has the chance to meet someone of your... Capabilities.\" However shrouded in mystery they might be.\n\nIt was a relief that Tsutsumi didn't fight him on this. To say that Sanumo had little experience in such matters was an incredible understatement, so the reassurance by a more seasoned samurai was welcome.\n\n\"Please do see to our provisions, yes - including your own. We live in troubling times and I do not know the environs outside of Ryoko Owari Toshi enough to feel safe without a capable warrior at my back. It would calm all of our spirits to have you join us. Besides, our host cannot fault us for bringing you when she has a yojimbo to shield her.\"\n\nHe took a centering breath and fixed his posture. \"I will go apologize to our guide for the inconvenience of bringing more guests than are expected. I doubt she fill argue the point, but still. As soon as you are all ready, we shall depart.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerend",
"message": "\"Yes Asako-sama,\" Taisei replied standing up and bowing. \"I will ready myself as soon as possible.\" He bowed again and rushed out. He made his way to his estate and gathered his supplies."
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{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Noboru made his way through the Phoenix embassy to Sanumo's office. It had been a few days since the unfortunate duel, but he felt it was likely proper to give the ambassador ample space in the aftermath of that... Debacle. *Outmatched by a ronin? That would certainly not sit well with me.* He thought to himself, frowning slightly. The offense that had occurred must have been truly great to warrant such an insult in a duel of honor.\n\nBut he was not here to ponder the goings-on between the two Clans locally, but on a much more important matter. Investigation into the question of *Meishodo,* And if it were indeed a heresy, had been brought into question. In order to properly plumb the depths of this question, it seemed only right to better understand the present political situation that had brought it to the fore of the Elemental Council's prerogative. \n\nHe rapped lightly on Sanumo's door, having requested the meeting well in advance, as befitted a direct advisor to the city's ambassador. He had seen him at the duel, but it had not seemed the appropriate time to formally introduce himself, given the circumstances.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "As much as he would've loved to find any number of bureaucratic reasons to turn away an Isawa, the fact that Noboru had been sent by the Elemental Council made that a much more volatile prospect that it would typically be. He had, much to his own distaste, agreed to meet with him. It was his hope that doing so would speed Noboru along his path and remove the council's influence from his doorstep sooner than later.\n\n« Come in. » he stood, bowed, and then sat back down while the shugenja returned the bow, entered, and made himself comfortable. He'd known to expect the visitor and had done his due diligence in having tea pre-prepared.\n\nA cup was carefully poured out for his guest before he elected to skip some of the trivialities usually involved in a visit of this sort. \n\n« Isawa Noboru-sama. How can the ambassador help you today? »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "*Ah. Direct and to the point.* Noboru thought after having bowed respectfully to the younger man and taken his seat. \n\n\"I thank you for meeting with me, Asako Sanumo-sama. I know the ambassador is a busy man, so I hoped to be better acquainted with the local political situation, especially after the recent duel. As you likely know, I am assigned here to investigate the question of the practice of meishodo, and noting... The events that led up to that will assist my performance of the Council's will.\"\n\nHe drank from the cup, savoring the flavor. \"I thought it better to come to you, rather than to revisit what I imagine is a painful tale so close on the heels of things coming to a close.\" His voice softens, thinking of how his own pride would have ached after such a loss.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo set and unset his jaw. « I assure you it is no less of a rough tale for having come from me, but your judgement was sound in sparing the ambassador from its retelling. »\n\n« Are you familiar with the tale of Asahina, Isawa-san? » Pressing on, he made clear that it was a rhetorical question. « A man driven by impulse and rash thought causing much destruction and mayhem. » He looked down, shaking his head. « One of your family, at least at the time, followed in some of his footsteps. »\n\n« They struck a heimin with lightning and caused a prominent Unicorn, Utaku Masanori, to risk death as he **Was blasted into a building.** »\n\nHe gauged the newcomer's reaction. There was much to be learned from what would come next.\n\n« You can imagine how we got from that to the duel. »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Noboru gave a soft grunt. \"Asahina was obviously misguided in his path, but his intent was still for the good of the Clan, which in turn serves the Empire as a whole.\" Of course he knew the story, but he also knew the military costs the Lion had inflicted in those battles leading up to the Crane-mediated peace that had ended the conflict before Asahina had been able to assist in reclaiming those losses. \"It sounds, however, that my *Former* Family member was not even acting with that much presence of mind.\"\n\nHe quirked an eyebrow. \"I did not notice, was this prominent Unicorn in attendance at the duel? I had not the opportunity to learn any of their delegation's names apart from their ambassador. Was he grievously injured?\" His tone is analytical, gauging the difficulties that he would likely be up against. \n\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*A defender, even if in part, of Asahina? This man is dangerous.*\n\nHe did his best not to let his displeasure show more than it already had. « I do not believe he attended himself. His ambassador, spearheaded the efforts. I'm told that most of his injuries were superficial, surprisingly. Though I've not seen the man myself since the incident, the Unicorn have no reason to downplay the severity of the situation. »\n\n« Speaking of severity... » he straightened, allowing what limited weight his position held to flow into his appearance. « ...We have some particulars to discuss regarding your investigation. Before I get to my own concerns, have you any of your own to air? »\n\nSanumo wasn't thrilled from the impression he'd gathered in his brief time with this Isawa. He hoped to see some measure of caution or at least critical thinking in his response.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"I do have some concerns, yes. Primarily, I wonder at how much obstruction I may face from the Unicorn in regards to my task. Lacking some of the political weight to throw behind my attempts to investigate their practices may be troublesome.\" Noboru sipped his tea, thoughtfully looking at the younger man. \n\n\"There is, however, a greater concern I fear I must seek to bring to light immediately, though I hope my bluntness does not cause offense.\" He set his cup down lightly, folding his hands in his lap as he looked across to Sanumo. \"I do not know what I have done to earn such displeasure in your countenance, Asako-sama, and would ask that you explain. Not that you *Have* To like me, mind you.\" He held a hand up placatingly, to forestall the assumed objection. \"I simply wish to ensure that we can have a working relationship. I would rather we be able to cooperate, if we cannot find common ground beyond that then that is fine.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*Not possessed of a delicate touch, this one.*\n\nClosing his eyes, he took a slow, deep breath through his nose. Upon releasing it fully, he had finished contemplating his course of action.\n\n« I am, among other things, a historian, Isawa-san. While my area of expertise is more broad than most, you had best believe that the Loremasters were not shy about teaching us of our clan's failures. After all, we must be aware of them to learn from them. »\n\nHe paused, taking a sip of his tea and holding off a potential interruption with an upraised finger.\n\n« Asahina, regardless of his *Intentions*, erred immensely. He took hundreds, if not thousands of lives in a fit of rage. To seek to excuse his actions in light of his personal justifications is... Questionable. If we applied the same logic to our now-ronin Isawa, he would be forgiven and still have his station. »\n\nIf Noboru contested this point, he would likely inadvertently paint the ambassador in a poor light. He'd been led gently towards a potential pitfall.\n\n« With a faulty view of the past, it concerns me what hand you may have in guiding us into the future. Doubly so with the task laid before you. And triply so with the delicate circumstances surrounding it. »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "*A **Faulty view?*** Noboru thought to himself, beginning to fume. This younger man was clearly baiting him, but why?\n\n\"I am sure that the Loremasters taught you well, Asako-sama, but as you say, your expertise being broader than most may be part of where we differ in our views. I *Never* Contested otherwise that Asahina erred. As you had been the one to compare his actions to the present situation, I sought to contrast it, both in light of the cause as well as the outcome. Firstly, Asahina was spurred to action by the suffering of our people, and the loss of our Clanmates to the Lion, and due to the meddling of the Crane, was prevented from pursuing justice against the offending party. Secondly, even with his crimes,\" He paused, letting the word hang for a moment before continuing, \"He was not only allowed to retain his samurai status, but *Married* Into the very Clan he had assaulted. My erstwhile cousin was not as well-intentioned, not as competent, nor as lightly treated with once the time of judgment was upon him. But then, there have been centuries of history and greater context that we have come to learn from since then.\"\n\nHe takes a slow breath. \"I understand there is greater delicacy required here. In full disclosure, I have seen more than my fair share of violence. The Battle of Cherry Blossom Snow showed me the truest threats to our Empire were spiritual in foundation, not mere flesh and blood.\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Drumming his fingers on the edge of his desk, he sighed. « I *Could* Go into the finer points of what's been said, various happenings before and after his time, and some other lesser topics, but ultimately it's not germane to the true point of our discussion today. Perhaps we'll revisit it another time, but it's more prudent to let it lie for now. »\n\nSanumo didn't appear livid so much as his expression became visibly cold and dispassionate. It was important to him to create the impression of finality and distance in what he was about to set into motion.\n\n« The ambassador and I speak rather frequently about our plans for the future of Ryoko Owari Toshi, as well as myriad other matters. In pursuit of furthering the aims that he has put forth, I hereby decree the following: »\n\n« Firstly, for the foreseeable future, I will be assigning you a Yojimbo. You are free to do as you will on embassy grounds since we have a reasonable expectation of your safety here, but the Yojimbo will accompany you anywhere else you may go. »\n\n« Secondly, you are to report anything and everything pertinent to your investigation to me - not the ambassador. This is not to undercut the seriousness of your purpose here, but is instead so that Shiba-sama may be free to focus on repairing the damaged reputation of our clan locally. If I deem something worthy of his direct attention, it will have it. »\n\n*And it puts the blame for anything you may do on my shoulders, giving him a layer of insulation.*\n\nHe fully expected objections, meager or otherwise, but he was not here to placate the samurai's whims. He was here to further the clan's aims and to shield it from what perils he could.\n\nAnd so he was.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Noboru nodded in agreement to shelving the conversation. The rest of the discussion was not as well received. He colored slightly at the decrees, but waited patiently through it. \n\n\"Asako-sama, I most certainly do protest the overt assignment of a Yojimbo... But it seems your mind has been firmly made in this matter.\" He gritted his teeth slightly at the indignity. \"May I at least meet with and choose from those who may be available, rather than merely being assigned to someone?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "The man's word choice amused Sanumo ever so slightly. Of course it would be overt; they did not deal in *Covert* Yojimbo.\n\n« I'm afraid you may not. I've had plenty of time to consider while you travelled and I've selected one Shiba Hazuki to fill this role. I have the utmost faith in her ability. »\n\nSeeing how this likely aggravated the man further, he clarified. « I realize that, off the back of our previous discussion, this could seem spiteful or even childish. Allow me to explain why that is simply not the case. »\n\nHe leaned forward; his elbows propped up on the table so he could gesture while he spoke.\n\n« To begin with, the Unicorn ambassador delivered many demands to Shiba-sama upon learning of the harm to her clansman. One that failed to stick was that she wanted to have members of other clans be responsible for shepherding our shugenja in public. »\n\n« Taisei-san, when he acted, was without a Yojimbo of his own, you see. This has created the impression that we are not capable of protecting or policing them ourselves. If I send you to perform these investigations unattended, I would undoubtedly aggravate Utaku Kazuko-sama further. I am unwilling to do this. »\n\n« In addition, I'm told that Taisei-san's actions caused quite a bit of unrest amongst the peasants - and understandably so. While their grievances are many and varied, they now hold a special and recent grudge in their hearts for the Phoenix and, more specifically, our shugenja. »\n\n« If you were to die, or even be seriously injured, over the course of this task, I have no doubt that the Elemental Council would demand either harsh punishment or our lives. I am unwilling to leave such an important choice as your Yojimbo to anyone but myself or, if he wished it, Shiba-sama. Your safety was at the forefront of my mind when making this determination and I assure you my decision is sound. »\n\n« So you see, you were never *Merely* Going to be assigned to someone. »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Noboru considered this, visibly calming as he did so. \"Very well. At the very least, having a yojimbo will assist in garnering goodwill with the Unicorn, which will help ease my interactions with them.\" \n\nNot being able to personally select a yojimbo was slightly galling, but a minor concession. The younger man was... Mildly infuriating, and Noboru could not resist the conclusion that it was somewhat intentional. *I must confess, even if these slight indignities are intentional, he is well-prepared enough to easily deflect to a bureaucratic answer. The mark of an excellent courtier.*\n\n\"Your analysis is indeed quite thorough, and I would not wish to burden yourself or the ambassador unduly. I will agree to this on a probationary period. If we can establish there is not a need for my retaining a yojimbo, then it would be better to let the samurai return to whatever other duties she would be pulled away from to follow me around.\n\n\"But to hear that the Unicorn sought to allow our Shugenja to be attended to by samurai from other Clans? Truly, the indignity they sought to heap upon the Phoenix was great.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*He actually thinks this is a negotiation, doesn't he?*\n\n« I am not unreasonable. If I become convinced that it is no longer necessary, Shiba-san will be reassigned where she can do the most good for the clan. »\n\nSanumo had rather... Complicated feelings regarding how the Unicorn had acted in recent weeks. On one hand, they were a rather promising lead in a time of uncertainty and their ambassador had made quite an impression on him. On the other, it seemed like such an immense gap had been created between their clans that there would be no fast-acting remedy.\n\nHe did his best not to let this show.\n\n« Agreed. Had they been given all they asked, we could hardly consider ourselves a clan at all within the city's confines. »\n\n*Perhaps a word of actual advice was in order after all.*\n\n« Utaku Kazuko-sama strikes me as a samurai of bold and heavy action. She does not settle for half-measures. Please keep this in mind while you perform your duty. »\n\n*Who knows what she may do when such an accomplishment as cleansing the stain on meishodo's reputation is nearly in her grasp?*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Noboru gives a small bow of gratitude to Sanumo's assent. \n\n\"If this is your impression of the Unicorn ambassador, I will bear your observation as if it were my own. As I said, my days of heavy action I hope are behind me, and I do not relish the thought of potentially revisiting them.\" He says, thoughtfully. *Though old habits tend to die hard...*\n\n\"Asako-sama, do you have any input on the topic of my investigation? I am unsure on your familiarity with meishodo, and do not seek to presume.\""
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "The younger samurai leaned back in his seat. « Unfortunately, I know precious little about the Unicorn's shugenja traditions. Not only were these sorts of things not a focus of my education, but it's also wasn't common to speak of heresies beyond a surface level at my dojo. »\n\nHe followed up his previous remark quickly, snatching the silence from the air before it could settle in. « But we do have shugenja that frequent the city who may have more insight, should you seek it. Might I suggest Isawa Kashikoi? I'm told he's unusually insightful. »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "*Kashikoi... Hm.* Noboru was not familiar with the man yet, but would make it a priority to speak with him. \"It is understandable that discussion of heresy would be limited within your school, Asako-sama. For time immemorial, the Isawa family has been primarily focused on the spiritual, while the Shiba and Asako families were predominantly concerned with the more... Immediate concerns of political and military issues.\" He hesitated to avoid calling the matters 'mundane,' as he assumed the other man would not respond well to it, though no offense would have been meant. \n\n\"I will try and speak with him when the opportunity arises. In the meantime, I will likely want to meet with my new yojimbo and begin making initial inquiries into the Unicorn and who they will put forth to answer my questions. Have they named anyone publicly for that role, by chance?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "He shook his head, \"To my knowledge, the Unicorn have done no such thing. I will send a letter notifying them of the onset of your efforts. At the very least, it will be convenient for me to do so - I've been meaning to extend an invitation to discuss other matters.\"\n\nTruth be told, he was worried about the conversation he wished to have with Kazuko. It had the potential to become incendiary, if poorly handled, but he felt it needed to be done.\n\nAnd who else among the local Phoenix stood a reasonable chance of avoiding such calamity? Even Iemon may be too compromised right now.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Noboru nodded. \"Very well. I am glad you already had an intention to reach out, I would not want you inconvenienced merely on my behalf.\" A simple enough pleasantry on that front, as both men would know such things would be part of Sanumo's duty, especially as one of the prominent courtiers the Phoenix had in the city.\n\n\"I do not imagine this will be a swift investigation. The Council had not rushed in their first decision regarding meishodo, I will have to be just as thorough.\"\n *Especially in such tumultuous times between our Clan and theirs.*\n \nHe moved to stand and bows. \"Thank you for meeting with me, and for the tea, Karo-sama. I know you are busy, and I do not wish to take any more of your time than necessary.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Rising, he smoothed out his clothing and returned the bow as befit his station.\n\n\"You're welcome, Isawa-san. This was time well spent. May your stay in our city be peaceful and forgettable.\"\n\nAs Noboru left, he had a sinking feeling that it wouldn't be. Regardless of which verdict Noboru ultimately gave, it would upset many. At least the Phoenix were finally at the forefront of something; specialists in this delicate matter.\n\n||"
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"author": "sevenswordsins",
"message": "Shiba Shion did not make use of her quarters often in her time at the embassy. She visited only to sleep or store her belongings somewhere secure. This was not to say that the room was not up to standard, it was quite more than she could have ever asked for from her hosts. That itself was the problem, however. Whatever kindness that Ambassador Shiba Iemon-sama had given to her felt undeserved, and she simply could not bear to lean on their hospitality more than necessary.\n\nThis had the natural drawback of making it incredibly hard for servants to track her down. A young heimen spent far too long in search of her at the request of another clan samurai, and the stress of failing to bring results was growing visible on his furrowed brow. Not her rooms, not the shrines, not even the kitchens. Yet no word that she had left the embassy this day. \n\nIt was only by luck and desperation that he was able to check the guest rooms of the main building — rooms meant primarily to receive guests not of the embassy's own staff. The servant would find Shion sitting at a table, sitting idle as she stared pensively into a cup of tea. She seemed to wear a pensive expression on her face as she contemplated her own distored reflection upon the tea's surface.\n\n\"Ahem— Shiba-sama, please forgive this sudden intrusion. Another guest, Isawa no Shingon Kentaro-sama wishes to speak with you.\" He falls to his knees and bows low as appropriate, waiting several heartbeats too long than seems standard before looking up to see the delay.\n\nShion finally snaps out of whatever reverie had taken hold of her to glance at the servant. Her gaze is vacant, seeming to have only now reached awareness of the servant's presence. \"Ah. Yes, I will see them. Thank you for your hard work.\"\n\nThe servant's mouth hangs open a moment, almost in disbelief, before straightening and excusing himself from the room, allowing her guest to make themself known.\n\n||"
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"author": "spectreg57",
"message": "The man, dressed in a fine, charcoal grey kimono with a mantle of firey orange over his shoulders entered, the mon of the phoenix emblazoned at his shoulders. He bowed politely, carrying a delicate wooden box in his hands, about the size of a container of stationary, decorated with intricate carvings of the flower of the same name as Shion. Rising up, his dark eyes met with Shion's and seemed to take in the guest room that she inhabited in an instant. His older face was weathered, but only now starting to weather as a few lines of age seemed to gather around his eyes.\n\n\"Shiba Shion-son, it is a great pleasure to meet you. I am Isawa no Shingon Kentarō, recently arrived in the city. Ambassador Shiba-sama has recommended that I speak with you. I would be most honoured to sit with you, and if you would accept this humble gift.\" He lowered his head again and offered the box to her with both of his hands.\n\nIt was his hope to work well with her, following the threads she was already pulling in her investigation. Many inquisitors entered cities as a typhoon, anxious to flush out heresy. Kentarō's methods were different. Sincerity and piety, true hospitality and a desire to gain trust had taught him years ago the importance of giving thoughtful gifts. Other inquisitors thought it was a farce, but Kentarō knew better than to feign propriety. He not only needed allies, but wanted to be a force to be reconned with within the city. A small, sincere gesture of admiration and gratitude he hoped would serve him, and the phoenix, well. \n\nEven so, he expected the younger woman to refuse his gift at first as politeness dictated. He would press and eventually hope to have made an impression with the pair of Sakazuki, small flat cups for Sake. Within the white porcelain was the image of a cherry tree, leafless in winter. When hot sake was added pink blossoms would dot the branches, bursting forth with an artistic springtime.\n\n||"
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"author": "sevenswordsins",
"message": "Shion glanced down at the box in the man's hand, eyes peering over her scarf to admire the intricate carvings. Ah, her namesake was the motif. How thoughtful of him to go so far for such a simple gesture. She would have to think of something to match later. \n\nAs was customary, she gave the two refusals before accepting with a nod and a smile that barely raised to her eyes. When she opened to examine the contents, the picture before her brought a look of surprise on her face. The cups immediately looked of fine make, and the art on them surely had much to be revealed behind it's minimalist but striking style.\n\nShe set the box aside for the moment. It would be impolite to gawk at a gift sincerely given overlong and not hear out what the giver had to say. \"You have my gratitude, Shingon-san. A thoughtful gift in such arduous times gives one strength when they are without.\"\n\nShe bows her head, then lifts it to take the man fully in. An Isawa Shugenja, though not one that she recognized. Perhaps he was of a different school? She did not have a total census of all who frequented Kyuden Isawa, let alone those who worked outside of it's bounds. \n\n\"May I ask then what business has brought you to a humble bushi like me?\" Surely Shiba Iemon-sama had not recommended her to protect another of the Isawa? Not with the stain on her honor still so fresh. Even if so, she would dedicate herself to seeing his continued hospitality and faith well placed.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "spectreg57",
"message": "The shugenja sat with her, pleased that she had enjoyed the gift but making no outward expression of such. He considered his words carefully. He preferred directness, but there was a dance to speaking, as lethal as the rival dancing of springtime falcons. \n\n\"We are all but humble servants of the empire. Though the Kami may on occasion hear my words, it is the steel and skill of one such as yourself that allows those prayers to reach their sacred ears, and even rise with incense toward heaven.\"\n\nHe bowed his head at this, then looked deeply into her eyes. \"Our esteemed Ambassador has given me a task, but in doing so has also forbade me from leaving the embassy without *Yojimbo* Escort.\"\n\nHe glanced his eyes about and leaned in, lowering his voice. He as of yet knew no prayers to the air kami to ensure privacy, but it wasn't strictly necessary— at least not yet.\n\n\"Eyes are upon us both, and with our sacred duty to the Phoenix and to the empire, I fear more eyes will yet fall upon us, many with designs to stand in the way of our duty. Shion-son, I am to assist you in your assignment, and I need your help in completing mine.\"\n\n||no worries! I'm glad we are able to rp as we can! I hope you hae a great holiday"
},
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"author": "sevenswordsins",
"message": "If she was surprised by this sudden request, she would not show it on her face. Iemon, it seemed, was a man who followed through on his word. When she availed her services to him, she expected a polite acknowledgement and to be left to her own devices, but this was a pleasant overturn of her expectations.\n\n\"Shiba-sama is wise to employ such a rule, we are far from the safety and hallowed ground of our clan's home.\" She had taken time to look into the incident that incited this rule, and the strain it had put upon their relations with the other powers in the city besides.\n\n\"Then allow me this brief moment of forwardness. My sole duty in this city is the pursuit of my former charge, or at least those responsible for her disappearance.\" For taking her from Shion. \"I will see to your safety so long as our duties align.\" She bows her head in respect of this new assignment, and her new if temporary charge.\n\n\"With that being said, please share with me the details of your own assignment. The better I know it, the more prepared I will be to defend you should the need arise.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "spectreg57",
"message": "He nodded slowly. \"The corruption in this city is of great concern, and even the celestial hierarchy balks at the actions of some.\" He paused, considering his words. \n\n\"There is a cult on the rise, a lowly and despicable charlatan has put forward a false article of faith declaring that he is *Kami*, and demands worship of those within his sphere. My charge is against this blasphemy; to bring such under the divine judgement of spell and steel.\"\n\nHis hand gently brushed against the wakizashi at his right before returning to his lap. \"Your charge, and my mission, I believe, can be done together. As we learn more of one, we will likely learn more of the other if we are wise and prudent with our words and actions.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "sevenswordsins",
"message": "Heresy in the heart of the empire. It does not shock her, nor offend her sensibilities to hear of it. The children of the Phoenix are often taught of the many times such evils manifested within the people. One could not avoid such happenings, only excise them— like weeds in the perfect garden of creation.\n\n\"A worthy task for one of the Isawa, and one that I would find honor and fulfilling alongside you.\" She inclines her head, ignoring the brief pull of excitement in the back of her head. If not a stepping stone on her path, then at the very least this task will prove a worthy distraction.\n\n\"Men such as these often command more than worship to maintain their delusions. Likely they will field heimen protectors, or perhaps even the stray ronin to defend them. It would be wise to expect trouble to find us before we find it in this case.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "The matters of business in the Phoenix embassy began to draw to a close as Lady Sun grew lower in the sky. The last rays of her gaze fell gently on the shrine in their grounds, as Iemon strolled nearer to it to hear the priests and Shugenja chanting within. Though the embassy allowed visitors at nearly any time, customarily most of those who were to have arrived would have already done so, as risking travel at night was often incautious at best. \n\nSo it was with mild surprise that he greeted the guard that approached him to inform him of a guest requesting an audience with travel papers. Iemon bade the guard lead the samurai to one of the receiving rooms of the embassy. *Hopefully there is someone in the kitchen to quickly brew some tea for us.* He thought to himself, amused.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "tlou521",
"message": "It was a grand sight from the low villages or the school, they paled in comparison to the embassy of her Clan.\n\nAnd now she herself was being led through its corridors in silent awe.\n\nHanna was led into a receiving where she lowered herself down, sitting on her knees.\n\nBowing upon Lemon's appearance, she had imagined this before, but this still blew her away.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "One of the servants opened the door, then picked up the tea pot and cups that had been set aside and placed them on the table. They were quickly followed by the ambassador, who returned the greeting bow of the samurai. \n\n\"Welcome to Ryoko Owari Toshi, Nasu-san. Please, take tea with me. Have you eaten rice today?\" Iemon sat and poured for the both of them. The guard had relayed the guest's name, but little else. \"What brings you here so late in the day?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "tlou521",
"message": "Hanna rose from her bowing position to speak with dignity.\n\n\"Thank you, your grace, I arrive here today to offer myself to serve the Clan and empire,\" The samurai replies accepting a spot of tea.\n\n\"I ate early this morning, your grace,\" She answered with honesty, she had been nervous and did not want to eat, but still she did, as to keep her strength up.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon gave a bemused grin. \"There are many adjectives I have had offered to describe me in the past, but 'grace' is a new one to my ears. Shiba-sama will more than suffice when speaking to me.\n\n\"We all serve, Nasu-san, and we are always happy to have additional willing hands of our Clan here. Please, let me see your travel papers, and I will ask the servants to bring some food for you.\" If this samurai had not eaten since the morning, then no doubt she must be famished. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "tlou521",
"message": "With a quick nod, Hanna switched the person's name for herself.\n\n\"As you wish, Shiba-sama,\" The samurai replied, bowing her head again.\n\nReaching down to the rope around her waist, Hanna produced the papers, and handed them to Lemon.\n\n\"Thank you, Shiba-sama,\" Hanna replied to the offer of food, she was indeed starving, but had been to nervous to eat.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "He reviewed the papers quickly, having sent for small bowls of miso soup and sprouts to serve as a repast for the evening. \"You have been noted for your skill with the naginata I see. Most impressive.\" Iemon said, looking up at the warrior and sizing her up under an appraising gaze. \n\n\"How have you served since your gempukku? What have you done to distinguish yourself?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "tlou521",
"message": "Hanna lowered her head a bit to think, given her mind was running faster than she could.\n\n\"I've been assigned to small villages, not more than that, Shiba-sama,\" The samurai replied promptly.\n\nIt was at this moment she wished her hat were on her head and not hanging down her back, it might help hide the small smile she was trying to stifle, she was good with a naginata, it came very naturally to her, and her teachers were immaculate."
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon nods. \"I see. It is important work, protecting those beneath us in the Celestial Order, no matter the number.\"\n\nThe small bowls of soup arrived, still quite hot from the kitchen. He allowed the other samurai the first few sips, taking one himself. \"Be that as it may, how then shall we utilize your talents for the good of the Clan? Garrison duty may be a start, but certainly not enough in this case.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "tlou521",
"message": "Hanna softly blew on the steaming bowl, and took a sip before her mind began to pick up traction again.\n\n\"I will go wherever I am needed, Shiba-sama, be that on the battlefield or defending a city, I will do my best in any position,\" Hanna answered, taking another sip.\n\nHer want in this part of her life was to defend people especially children, she did not have the life she wanted for herself growing up, but she could defend it for the next generation, as best as she could."
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "The library had changed in the past few months. While it still remained the same grounded space filled with all variety of written word, if someone were to look closer, it was different than before. The books and scrolls, clean and organized, revealed a level of care previously absent. Small personal touches showed, a bit of art at the end of the shelves, a few maps displayed around, and most noticeable, the curators desk in the back. \n\nThere Kita sat, surrounded by stacks of organized chaos. The oversized bookstand nearby stood empty; the Golden Histories laid open in front of her. Strands of escaped hair framed her face as she leaned forward studying the pages, now and against taking notes on a paper close at hand.\n\nShe had become aware lately that the library might be garnering more visitors. She kept an ear open while she studied for anyone that might arrive.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_It was quiet, as Kita sat in the library; going about her duties before she would notice an anomaly in the air of the room, a disturbance of presence and sure enough; there would be Kashikoi, glancing up at Asako with his common gentle smile and a wave._\n\n\"Greetings Asako-san, apologies for the intrusion; I heard about this library and simply had to see it for myself! It might even rival the great libraries of Kyuden Isawa.\"\n\n_He said, chuckling towards the end as he flipped a page in one of the tomes before him._"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "At the sense that someone was there, Kita had looked up to notice Kashikoi. She returned the smile, standing to hurry towards the fellow Phoenix, *Ah, a familiar face!*\n\n\"Isawa-san! I am pleased to see you again. I hope you have been well. No need for apologies, you are always welcome.\"\n\nShe looked down somewhat modestly, trying to keep her pride from being too apparent, though a slight bit of color rising in her cheeks that matched the flowers of her kimono. *It really is coming together I think.*\n\n\"It's certainly no contender against the great libraries, but i would like to think it does our embassy proud. What brings you to the library?\""
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Simply perusing the knowledge on hand, reading is such a wonderful pastime. Especially if there is a particularly well written pillow book.\"\n\n_He says, holding up a tome; not a pillow book, but he gestures to it all the same as he continues to go about reading while speaking._\n\n\"It does give my mind something to latch onto in the present, around me, that is not ... Well, _private_.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"Then there are many options to choose from here.\"\n\nShe waved an arm at the surrounding shelves, then turned back to Kashikoi with a gentle laugh looking at the title in his hand.\n\n\"That one though, is more likely to put your head on the pillow in slumber than give any of the enjoyment of a pillow book. There's a few of those hidden in among the more serious volumes .\"\n*And several more in my personal collection*\n\n\"Books can be a great escape, can't they? A place to hide away from the chaos.\""
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Indeed, whole tales told without threat or censure; depending on the contents now.\"\n\n_Kashikoi said, chuckling as he puts down the book and holds up one of the pillow books he had found earlier._\n\n\"I was actually saving that for a moment later, to enjoy once I had set aside my more serious research. How did you put this collection together Asako-san?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita returned a pleasant smile, \"Yes, more like that. Do you have a particular favorite?\"\n\n\"I believe the library has been a hidden gem in f the embassy. I'm not sure how long it's been here, but it long predates my arrival. Although I did bring some additions to the collection with me that Shiba lemon-sama had requested.\" \n*Becoming my excuse to disappear to here*\n\"And since then have added a few more items.\"\nHer glance turned back to the large volume sitting, closed now, on her desk,\n\n||"
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I see the personal touch, it does much to give life to the space. The kami are quite pleased with it, I imagine.\"\n\n_He raises a brow, looking to Kita with a concerned yet smiling gaze._\n\n\"Duties proving to be much on the mind and spirit, Asako-san? Come, sit with me. Relieve yourself of your burdens onto a maddened Ishiken who speaks in riddles and prophecies.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "A pleased expression crossed her face with the compliment, \"I hope so, I am glad that it shows. It's no shrine, but I hope that it is agreeable to the kami all the same.\"\n\nShe waved a hand at his concern, *Have I let on that it's too much?*\n\"My duties are not burdensome, but I'd be more than happy to sit with you and visit. I always have time for my cryptic Isawa friend. Please,\"\n\nShe motioned to one of the low tables near the front of the room surrounded by a few cushions.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi's brow furrows just slightly as he taps a finger to his temple._\n\n\"Remember, we Ishiken are possessed of ... How did my sensei put it? Strange and unusual abilities. I can _hear_.\"\n\n_He does move to the table, sitting comfortably on one of the cushions, sighing contently as he does so._\n\n\"Ahh, fine luxuries.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita nodded and followed his lead, taking a seat on one of the nearby cushions. She exhaled slowly, allowing her thoughts now to start to unravel in their usual manner.\n*I did try to keep my mind calm; focused on the words I would speak, when I realized who was here. I suppose it only lasts so long without more practice.*\n\n She gave Kashikoi a lop-sided grin,\n\"I did not forget. But I did also remember some of the unpleasantness that I inadvertently shared before.\"\n\nHer expression returned more serious again, contemplating his question. \n\"I suppose, self-imposed busyness as much as assigned duties that has spoken for my time. To best understand my place here, I believe I should try to know the city and its people, friend and adversary, even in the guise of relaxation. Besides trying to do justice to the work I've been asked to complete.\"\n*Including dealing with a ronin showing up in our doorstep with a research project*\n\"It is not too much. But I will admit, with your prodding, that it is a lot.\"\nShe gave a small shrug, relaxing her posture at the admission.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Never be afraid to admit when life begins to overwhelm. At least to _me_, I will do what I can do aid. Whether that be direct action or simply lending a listening ear,\"\n\n_Kashikoi smiles, now more sheepish as he hears Kita reveal her remembering his ability, chuckling bashfully._\n\n\"Apologies, and yes. It is hard, the only people I've known to lock me out completely were other Ishiken or Shugenia utilizing unique talents.\"\n\n_He nods, brow raising at the thought through Kita's mind of a ronin, but generally thinks on Kita's words._\n\n\"I appreciate the care, before I forget to mention. You take great pride in your work and do it well.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"An understanding ear is more than enough and I appreciate the kind words. I'm sure there are many that are more qualified than myself, but I do very much enjoy being here at the embassy, serving our clan however is needed.\"\n*As long as I continue to improve myself and don't screw up too badly along the way. So far so good.*\n\nShe had been looking down at the table before them, but now looked back up at Kashikoi. Noticing the sheepish smile she hurried to clarify, \n\"Oh no, not that I was trying to shut you out. I didn't know that was an option to be honest. But I had been thinking about it after we had first met. It did seem to be a bit much for you at times. I had decided I might try, if it would help. I know my brain, *And mouth* Tend to run on at times. I suppose it's only fitting then to accept your aid in return.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I would not blame you if you were, but yes. It can be done, but by skilled individuals.\"\n\n_He nods, listening intently._\n\n\"Just be careful not to overextend yourself. Fear of failure can often result in stagnation which can become failure. Besides, I doubt you could beat the incident that turned the Unicorn against us. Unless you can call upon the kami,\"\n\n_He says, mimicking the sound of lightning._\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "*That might be something interesting to research more, later...* Her eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity at the thought, then dismissed it for now. \n\n\"I have been trying to find ways to unwind, although several have led back into work.\" *The ghost story pillow book that led that led almost directly to researching yokai for one...* Her thoughts filled in.\n\"That, and I keep running across Scorpion. Not that any have been unkind, in fact quite the opposite. And we are working with them, to whatever extent, but it's wise not to let one's guard down too far, right? Anyhow, it's good to be able to speak with one of our own clan.\"\n\nA grateful smile crossed her face, then was replaced by a brief look of shock at the mention of the incident, and a stifled laugh as she clamped her hand over her mouth as Kashikoi caught her off guard with the crackling sound.\n\n\"Oh dear!\" *It's so irreverent, you shouldn't* DO *That* \nStruggling to regain herself, she gave him a reproving look. \n\"I'll try to remember that, when my worries threaten to get the better of me. But it does make it that much more vital to manage appearances now.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Apologies, you are correct; I shouldn't make light of something so tragic.\"\n\n_He does shift to a sheepish look before devolving back into his usual serene smile._\n\n\"There is no harm in enjoying the hospitality shown to us by the Scorpion, but yes; be on guard. Many Scorpion plot behind paper doors, and smile at us while doing so.\"\n\n_He waves a hand, before returning to his relaxed position._\n\n\"You should do fine Asako-san, you are smart, wise and level-headed. You should do well, very well indeed. I endeavor to match your potential,\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita's reproving look faded, thoughts running on for the moment. *Surely from outside there was a certain amount of amusement that could be found in the situation from those that wouldn't wish us well. From what I've seen from my limited time here, our position here may have been -impotent- before, but that little slip put us Phoenix here in the city in an ever poorer place to leverage any influence we have. We have wise leaders though, moving in the right direction. Steps on the path, one after another, that's all we can do.*\n\nRealizing she had lapsed into not-so-silent thought, she gave her companion a gentle smile. \n\"I am curious, if I can ask; Do many outside of the Phoenix know of your 'gift'?\"\n\nAt his kind words she gave a genuine laugh, reaching up to tame a lock of hair that had fallen free. \"Me? Exceeding the potential of an -ishiken-? No, I simply endeavor to serve as I can.\"\n\nShe raised an eyebrow at him now, nodding to the book he had pulled from the shelf. \"So your visit here was not simply to see your librarian in need of reassurance. Was there something in particular you were hoping to find?\""
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"Indeed, and also pertaining to your question; I cannot count myself as not having caused issue. A few do, mostly due to my own negligence and ... Admitted lack of control over my abilities. Some from the Unicorn, a Dragon I believe, here and there. It was brought to the Karo's attention and he scolded me for my lack of tact and control.\"\n\n_Kashikoi says casually, nodding as he admits his shame. He then blinks to her and laughs lightly,_\n\n\"Do not underestimate yourself, Asako-san. We all have our destinies and potential; just because I am Ishiken does not mean I am better.\"\n\n_Kashikoi smiles, holding up the book._\n\n\"I came to see the library, perhaps speak; perhaps inspire the librarian. The weave of fate works odd, would you not agree?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "His admittance caused Kita to raise an eyebrow with a mixture of curiosity and concern *So far the Dragon don't seem any cause for concern, but the Unicorn? That seems it could possibly be more problematic. I suppose time will tell there, for both.*\nImagining a scolding from Sanumo made her fight back a small smile. The Karo had seemed rather even-tempered in all their interactions so far, but she understood that he also viewed his duties and the actions of those assigned to their embassy with a great deal of seriousness.\n\n\"Are there particular methods that help improve your control over it? Outside of outright avoidance I suppose. Meditation or?\"\n\nShe returned his smile, \"I am very glad you did. Fate does weave in peculiar ways, but I am finding even for the odd patterns come out beautiful in the end.\""
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"So far, simply focusing on the moment helps. The breeze, the sounds; they help cement the present. For the thoughts, I try to think louder. It works. Occasionally.\"\n\n_Kashikoi nodded, thinking back to his meeting with Sanumo._\n\n\"He does mean well, and is simply trying to uphold the Phoenix's noble mission and ideals. I deserved that scolding, but left it with more victory than failure.\"\n\n_He chuckled, looking at, and almost over, Kita._\n\n\"All patterns have a beauty to them; some just need a different perspective to truly enjoy them.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "She nodded, recognizing some of the same practices she used to quiet her own mind. Even with their differences there were similarities beneath. \n\"I am finding there are more places that afford a haven from the noise and chaos here than I would have originally thought.\" She chuckled, \"Think louder? And drown them out? If that works, then certainly.\"\n\n\"It's good then, that there was a victory in your visit with Asako-sama. That's something to strive for - gaining some positive outcome, to learn and better ourselves.\"\n*Oh, and now I hear my father,* She grimaced slightly. *I do miss him, but I do not miss the lectures.*\n\nAllowing the thought to pass, she added. \"Speaking of patterns makes me think of poetry, music... Prayers even?\""
},
{
"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"It can, granted one has to visualize thoughts as something that can be louder. Which is difficult,\"\n\n_He nodded, grabbing the book he had been reading and turning the page as he absentmindedly read for a moment, letting the words flow briefly before looking back._\n\n\"It can, we as mortal humans like our consistent patterns; they are appealing. It would make sense that the Kami would also see to weave the fabric of fate in such ways.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita thought back to the recent conversation she had with a musician about something similar as he flipped through the pages of the book, one of the tunes she had played running through her mind, playing with different words that might fit the melody, *We will have to get back together soon and see about some collaboration, I think I would enjoy that very much*\nAs he spoke up she was brought back to the present, the tune ending abruptly.\n\n\"I think all people find some comfort in familiar rhythms to things, although some certainly more than others. Our other Isawa friend here, the painter? He seems to thrive more in chaos that I could ever tolerate. Have you been by his studio?\"\nShe couldn't help a chuckle at the memory of the disarray she had found Naoki in while he was mid-project.\n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "In a cage designed to restrain it without limiting it, a creature paced, occasionally stopping to eat and occasionally to bellow; an angry cry that rang out amongst the Gardens.\n\nNearby, and watching keenly, Takeda stood with his hands clasped behind his back, frowning at the beast as it broke into a saunter around its cage, it's long neck craning to get a good look at its guest today.\n\nThe Young unicorn Shugenja had taken a day to wander around the gardens and view the animals. It was a way he could relax and while he was still wary given the current political climate, being with animals soothed his nerves.\n\n\"Hang in there, brother.\" He said to the great long necked beast, coming as close as he would dare without breaching anything. \"I too know the pain of being stranded far from home.\"\n\nThe beast grunted and walked away but Takeda stood there watching it a few moments more, turning something over in his mind."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The little Scorpion had been at this *All* Morning. \n\nWhile she thoroughly enjoyed the animals in the menagerie, she was not currently viewing them in a capacity as a mere visitor. An open book was balanced in one open hand, a graphite stylus in the other. She had started at one end of the zoo, stopping before each exhibit to make note of the animal within, and if a handler was available, to learn the names, both proper and familiar, of each one. \n\nThe first time seeing a crab spring two feet into the air had startled her to the point she dropped her stylus and uttered a little squeak of alarm. The creatures identified as 'ant eater\" Was fascinating, like the Fortunes hadn't quite had a plan when it was created. \n\nHowever, the birds were always a favorite of hers, especially the raptors. The birds that could change their colors were beautiful, if sometimes hard to detect at a distance. Which was, of course, entirely the point.\nShe was just now making her way towards one of the last enclosures, entirely focused on her notebook.\n\n\n\n||including the part I took out, because I enjoyed writing it. XD\n\nSo far, she had seen the lions, which seemed... Remarkably lazy. They simply lay there, mostly sleeping. One had moved to like the head of another before promptly falling asleep again. While it was easy to imagine how impressive and terrifying the beast would be in action, it did make her question why this animal had been chosen to be the totem of the most militaristic of the clans. \n\nThe bear had been lumbering about its pen, snuffling at the ground, scratching its back on a tree, and then choosing to plant itself in the small pool within its enclosure. It seemed to be watching her as she watched it, sitting up in very much the way a human would.\n\nThe creature called an ostrich was an absolute enigma to her, being in her eyes nearly the size of a pony. ||\n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "Takeda had made to move away, so as not to disturb the next person to come along. After all, he could stand here all day and stare at animals, but the sounds of footsteps made him reconsider.\n\nHowever, the camel, that grumpy long-necked beast, had other ideas and began moving over, its jaw working overtime as it chewed and chewed.\n\n\"Careful, he's about to spit...\" Takeda said, putting an arm out to prevent the other samurai from stepping into the \"Splash zone\", more out of reflex than anything else.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Who's about to—eep!\" \n\nUnfortunately, Kotori had not been paying attention. When Takeda thrust out his arm, she almost walked smack into it, her nose stopping just scant inches short of his hand. As such, she uttered a squeak. An honest-to-god, startled squeak. \n\n\"U-Utaku-sama!\" She fumbled with her notebook and stylus, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed from her startlement. \"H-how nice to see you again. Forgive me, but who is about to, um, spit?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"The Camel.\" \n\nThe Unicorn still held his hand out as a puddle of *Something* Fell at his feet followed by an excessive groan from the creature as it sauntered off with an arrogant disposition. Or maybe that was how Camels were.\n\nTurning to the newcomer, Takeda gave a smile and a bow \"Oh hello Bayushi-sama. My apologies but I just couldn't let anyone have their day ruined in that way.\"\n\n\"Are you alright?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The little Scorpion turned a little grey in the face as the wad of camel *Goo* Landed with such an audible splat at Takeda's feet. She leaned slightly to one side to look at the offending animal, her color slow to return to normal. How utterly *Revolting.*\n\n\"*That* Is a camel? What a disagreeable creature.\"\n\nRemembering her manners, she quickly tucked her stylus into the book and closed it before returned his bow. \n\n\"I'm... Alright. Just a bit startled by that.\" Kotori offered him a shy, slightly embarrassed smile. \"I thank you for your kind attention.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"Oh, don't worry about it.\" The Shugenja said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly before chuckling \"At least you didn't get too close and it tried to eat at your sleeves.\"\n\n\"This one is just in a mood. I'd love to see if he could be ridden. Usually they're quite good if you can get them in the open plains.\"\n\nNoticing the book, he gave a nod \"Sketching the animals? Documenting them?\" He asked, raising an eyebrow."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"How does one even get on a camel? It seems so much higher than a horse.\" She looked back towards the camel, and then Takeda again.\n\nHis boyish gesture instantly set her at ease, and she offered a more genuine smile. \n\n\"Oh! Documenting them, yes. I have been appointed as mistress of the bath house, and so am making myself more familiar with the rest of the gardens. What about yourself, Utaku-sama? Just out for a stroll?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Not too far away, there was an enclosure that contained a number of tropical birds. They squawked and cawed, while others stood quietly around... Whatever their habitates consisted of. Keeping birds in a menagerie was always difficult, as they liked to fly.\n\nStanding nearby one particular enclosure, dressed in teal and gold, his long hair pulled up fashionably, but this time with just a touch of a devil-may-care looseness on one side, was Yoritomo Sadao. A fan was in his hand, of lovely dark red-lacquered wood, unfolded. The painting on it detailed three rabbits jumping over a hill.\n\nSadao's eyes were utterly *Fixated* On a sight before him.\n\nIt was incredible. It was one of the most unusual and amazing sights he'd ever seen.\n\nThree little birds, sort of puffy around the middle, all brown, with long, thin beaks. One adult and two little chicks. They were walking very... Very slowly...\n\n...Because they were dancing. Three little woodcocks doing their dance.\n\nSadao was entranced."
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"I thought I'd come and see what animals were around.\" Takeda shrugged with a smile \"Some of the richer nobles abroad had their own private collections, and this reminded me a little of that so I was very curious.\"\n\nThe Unicorn clasped his hands behind his back, not quite sure what else to do with them now the camel was gone and Kotori wasn't in any danger of having more animal refuse in her vicinity.\n\n\"And you get them to kneel. And then swing on to their back. After that, the riding is all in the hips.\" Takeda replied \"The camels have a natural sway to them. You just got to go with it and it becomes quite enjoyable after a while.\"\n\n\"I was hoping they'd have a Rhino here.\" He frowned \"It's a fascinating creature. Large, armoured, big horn. When it was first introduced I believe our ancestors called it a Burning Sands Unicorn. But I guess it wasn't to be today.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"One is able to make them kneel?\" She sounded both amazed and incredulous. Any creature that would spit so freely had to be ill-mannered in addition to ill-tempered. \"Is riding a camel similar to riding a horse?\"\n\n\"Rhino... Rhino...\" Kotori opened her book and flipped through a few pages, scanning through the entries. \"Ah, here! Apparently there *Was* A rhi... Rhinoce... Rhinoceros here at one time—\" Despite her best efforts, the way she pronounced the animal more as rhi-no-CER-os, having only heard the full name spoken but once before, when the keepers were telling her about the different animals.\"— but died some two years ago.\" \n\n\"I hope such an animal is more agreeable than a camel.\" She smiled again. Though the little Scorpion was prone to smiling often, it was especially easy to do around such a genuine soul as Takeda. \n\n\"Are you enjoying the menagerie thus far?\"\n\nShe took a small step back, only now realizing how close she was still standing to the Unicorn. Glancing about, she noticed a not-too-distant figure dressed in opulent gold and teal with notably long hair. \"I think that may be Yoritomo-san, but I cannot quite tell from here.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "If it wasn't for the fact that he was wearing his Mantis mon on his back, wearing the Mantis colors, and had his *Exquisite* Hair done up... Well, who knows who it could have been then? But Sadao flouted the typical Yoritomo 'rough and thuggish' man stereotype. He was graceful, serene, but also *He really liked staring at these adorable fuzzy little birds.*\n\nHe did not kneel, he did not stoop. He wasn't a child, and hadn't been for some time. Still, inside his own mind he was positively jumping with excitement. Those with savvy eyes could see he was gently twitching his fan in tandem with the bobbing of the little woodcocks.\n\nSorry, everyone else. These little guys were just too cute."
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"A little bit more...\" Takedas hand swayed back and forth to indicate the natural sway of the camel before grinning \"Like I said, its all in the hips. If he had any training I could probably try to get him to kneel. Maybe.\"\n\n\"Oh...\" Takeda was a little sad about the passing of the Rhino \"Oh, that's a shame. However, I'm proud you got the pronunciation right the first time. Not many people can do that.\"\n\n\"Ah Aha. They were not agreeable though. Slow to rage, sure. But once they did, it would be like staring at a walking battering ram.\" Takeda frowned \"Or Running, as the case may be.\"\n\n\"But apart from that, I am. It reminds me of home, in a way.\" Takeda gave a genuine smile. \"How about you? Was it everything you thought it would be?\"\n\nHowever, before she could respond, he cocked his head to look at the Mantis. \"I think you're right, and he's transfixed by those birds.\" He commented \"Did you want to go save him?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori hid a giggle behind her sleeve at Takeda's demonstration. \"You must be quite the equestrian if you are able to get such a beast to kneel. Or, I suppose, whatever the proper term would be for one who excels at riding camels.\" \n\nBut when his expression dimmed, hers did as well, as though she were personally responsible for the death of the animal. His praise, however, was enough to reverse things yet again. She smiled with girlish pride, a pleasant pink blush rising to her cheeks. \"Oh? I said it correctly? I've only heard it said once, so I was sure I would say it wrong.\"\n\nGolden eyes drifted back to the Mantis, and she giggled again. \"He does not seem to be in need of rescue, at least not yet. He seems utterly transfixed by the birds there.\" \n\nThere was more she wanted to say, but the image of a long, detailed scroll with a list of names flashed into her mind, accompanied by Yuto's voice. Now it was her turn to look a bit solemn, slender fingers gripping the edges of her book more tightly.\n\n\"On a more serious note, Utaku-sama... I know that our clans are at odds, to phrase things kindly. I hope that we may continue to be friendly with one another despite that. I may be a member of my clan, but that is not *All* I am.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao couldn't help it. He tilted his fan to and fro in tandem with the little birds. But the conversation has now reached his ears, and he turned. He snapped his fan shut and bowed to the two of them. They had not directly addressed him, so he would at least be polite to acknowledge their presence, but he did not want to interrupt their conversation.\n\nHe regarded the trio of birds again, and gave a nod to them at their performance. Perhaps he could imitate that style and insert it into some martial arts or something. Crouching Woodcock stance."
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"It's just practice. I had to ride one through the Burning Sands for a month, so I learnt what worked and what didn't.\" Takeda shrugged. It was not a demonstration of false humility, but him mentioning something he'd done to stay alive. \"The hardest part, interestingly, is when they rise from kneeling. It's rather quick, so for the unprepared it feels like your stomach ends up lurching uncontrollably.\"\n\nHowever it was the solemn tone and look she gave him that snapped him back. He was reminded of a fireside chat with his sensei after one particular ordeal, the words imparted to him coming to mind instantly.\n\n\"To many, we are the sum of our duties. But to some precious few, that view slips just a little and you get to see a little more.\" Takeda intoned before looking at Kotori \"That is to say, I understand, Bayushi-sama. Or is that Bayushi-san, given that we should continue to be friendly with each other?\" A small smile played out on his features, the comment meant to defuse at least some the tension in the air that still lingered.\n\nAt the Mantis' bow the Utaku gave a wave and an informal salute of sorts - an acknowledgement that they were here but did not want to break up the party so to speak."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I would like that very much... Utaku-*San*.\" \n\nHow pleasant it felt to say that, to address him with familiarity. Her expression showed both joy and relief at his acceptance, a clear softening of her eyes. \n\nAnd then she turned to Yoritomo when Takeda waved and bowed, smiling. \n\n\"Good day to you, Yoritomo-san! You seem rather taken by...\" Here she opened her notebook again, flipping another page. \"Akane-chan. The keepers have not yet named the chicks. Perhaps you have suggestions I may pass along?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Ah! Utaku-san! Bayushi-san!\" He bowed, enthusiastically to the two of them. In a flourish he gestured to the little rockin' birdies. \"Look at them! I have seen strange behavior in macaques, I have seen the catfish in the rice paddies during planting season. I have seen some of the dancing rituals of sea birds. I have *Never* Seen this. It's so... Simple. So elegant.\"\n\nAll they were doing was bobbing like it was going out of style.\n\nStill, Sadao was positively thrilled to see such adorable little things doing their adorable little dance. \"Akane-chan? Ohh, the others' names... Mitsu,\" He said, pointing to a lighter colored chick. \"Do you care to make any suggestions?\" He asked the two of them."
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"I have never seen these kind before.\" Takeda said, crouching down to get a closer look, his face screwed up with thoughtfulness.\n\nLooking up at the sky, he frowned. *No... It can't be like they just flew in.*\n\n\"Given my lack of knowledge, I am not sure I can provide a suggestion.\" The Shugenja said, standing back up. \"Perhaps if I observed them more I could provide one. The name being provided by the nature and all.\"\n\n\"Anyway, how are you Yoritomo-sama? Were you hoping to see more animals here, or have the little ones done that for you?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The little Scorpion smiled as she approached the enclosure which housed the fluffy, bobbing birds. Seeing two grown men so fascinated by such small, cute creatures was endearing, and just a bit unexpected. Charming, really.\n\n\"Mitsu.\" Kotori repeated, making a note into her book. She would be sure to pass the name along.\n\n\"The keepers tell me that chicks hatched just over ten days ago, and so they won't be able to determine the sexes until they mature.\" She too, watched the woodcocks bounce and step, step and bounce. They really were adorable little birds.\n\n\"I hope that both of you are finding the menagerie to be an agreeable experience. Perhaps when you have finished, I may offer you tea and refreshments?\" Kotori smiled up at the both of them, eyes shining with good humor. \n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"Oh yes.\" Takeda nodded 'Wherever there's a few animals or more usually feels just like home.\"\n\nNow, on the one hand, the promise by the Scorpion was one that Takeda didn't mind the sound of. However, he already owed his friends a drink...\n\n\"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose, Bayushi-san.\" The Unicorns good natured smile turned into a chuckle \"Alternatively, it might be my turn to provide the drinks and refreshments.\""
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Just over ten days!\" Exclaimed Sadao, and he was all too pleased with the fuzzy lil guys. \"The menagerie reminds me of some of the wilderness back home. Thank you for asking, Bayushi-san.\" At the sudden rise in competition for hospitality, the Mantis could not help but partake.\n\n\"If the two of you are unafraid to set sandal in the merchant district, I know of a stall that is likely carving freshly-brought tuna...\" He looked up briefly, to judge the time with the position of the sun in the sky, \"...Right now, in fact. It seems we have a three-way fork in this road. That is, if I am also invited.\" He realized he was imposing, and tried to hide his embarrassment in his sleeve."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I am so pleased that the menagerie meets the approval of you two esteemed gentlemen.\" And truly, she was. She meant every word, feeling as though their praise was her own to relish, at least in some tiny amount. The little Scorpion smiled, though she made an admirable attempt at keeping the gesture small and modest. Arrogance and pride wouldn't do at all.\n\n\"Regarding refreshments, I am as happy to be the hostess as I am to be the guest. You need only tell me your choice, as I place myself in your hands.\" Her small, sweet smile remained in place, even as she lowered her eyes demurely. \n\nUltimately, this was part of the problem with Rokugani manners: no one could ever just *Say* What they wanted.\n\nWhat did Kotori want? *She* Wanted to spend more time in the company of her new friends, and it did not matter to her where that occurred. Both Takeda and Sadao had been pleasant—and accepting—that it was only natural, as she saw it, to continue to enjoy their presence. \n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"Of course you are Yoritomo-san.\" The Unicorn remarked with a grin; a friendly, easy going thing designed to allay any concerns by the Mantis.\n\n\"And I don't mind setting foot among the merchants quarter. The Zythum would be in the liscensed quarter besides , so I was going to ask a similar question.\" \n\nThen Takeda did a peculiarly Unicorn thing, turning towards the sun, raising a palm turned outward to the sun so the image of Lady Amaterasu rested in the crook between his thumb and forefinger. The Unicorn squinted at the palm, then seemed to do some quick calculations in his head.\n\n\"We do have a couple hours before Lady Sun starts to get ready to sleep.\" He finally remarked. \"If we wanted to let Bayushi-san rest for the evening, given how especially gracious she was last time, we may be able to do tuna and a drink.\""
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao seemed intent on making a solid decision if nobody else will. Neither of them seemed to have a problem being seen in the merchant's quarters, an unseemly place for most of the *Buke* Caste.\n\n\"This little menagerie is well-made and the creatures therein are exotic and beautiful in their own ways. However, I must agree with Utaku-san. Tuna, and a drink. To the merchant's quarters?\" He offered, even gesturing with a sleeve... In the entirely wrong direction.\n\nHe was still new to Ryoko Owari Toshi, after all."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She was just about to offer a gentle correction when something else suddenly came to mind. \n\nHow would she safely return after the outing? While Kotori could make a reasonable argument that the trip into the merchant district would be made in the company of two others, the return journey was a bit let clear. She could neither expect nor demand one or both accompany her back, could she? \n\nWhile neither Takeda nor Sadao may have been *Bushi*, they were still men, and neither struck her as being remotely helpless. She, however, knew exactly how helpless she was when it came to matters requiring any sort of physical exertions. Her smile faltered despite her best efforts. \n\n\"If Yoritomo-san may provide the name of the establishment, I can meet you both there.\" Kotori lowered her eyes again, biting her lower lip momentarily. \"I must first send for and await my yojimbo. If the window of time to enjoy the tuna is limited, I cannot very well impose upon you both to wait for me. I would struggle to forgive myself if I hindered your ability to enjoy a good meal. Please, accept my apologies for the inconvenience.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"To the quarters.\" Takeda agreed with Sadao, making to walk in the other direction. It almost seemed a bit satirical with both men splitting up and going the exact opposite direction.\n\nHowever it was the fretting of Kotori that stopped the Unicorn. He blinked as he processed what she had said.\n\n\"Just like Bushi in the ring, I am sure we can patient Bayushi-san. Oh and I should have already extended the invitation to your Yojimbo. I quite liked talking to him while he was fishing.\" The Unicorn flashed a grin."
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao did not walk in the wrong direction, he merely pointed. At the prospect of yojimbo... Sadao's mouth thinned a moment. He had one of his own. \"I... Suppose it may be in good taste for me to bring my own as well, in that case,\" He said. \"The stall is around the wharf, where much of the fish is brought in fresh. If we're lucky we may be able to acquire some fresh from the catch.\"\n\nWhile butchering animals for food was a thing meant for heimin and the servant caste, Rokugani weren't strangers to such violence. Carving up a fish fresh out of the net was certainly a way to enjoy it, and it was something both the Crane and Mantis practiced."
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "Takeda blinked at the prospect of another Yojimbo, surprised for the briefest of seconds.\n\n*Hang on, how was I the only one that didn't have a Yojimbo?*\n\nHe knew the answer, of course. The clan had not sent one across the desert with him, and by the time he came back, he had no need for one.\n\nTouching the sword hilt suspended from around his neck, more for the memory of why he didn't have a Yojimbo than anything else, the Unicorn took a calming breath.\n\n\"If there's any land marks I can use to spot it, I can wait for all four of you there.\" He finally said. \"It's no matter. I could probably even talk to the river again while I'm there.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh, I... I really do not mean to inconvenience you.\" The discomfiture was clear on her pretty face, and even a masterfully skilled actor would have struggled to match the expression. How embarrassing it was that she'd not thought of this before agreeing! Her excitement at the prospect had run away with her reason, and reason only know came skulking back. \n\n\"Please, gentlemen, go and enjoy your meal and drink. We can make a proper meeting of it another time, when our schedules align.\" Kotori bowed to them both, perhaps lower than strictly necessary, but she had an affinity for them both and felt it only right. || Etiquette (Sincerity) 4 ||\n\n\"As it is, I should attend to some of my other duties. I am afraid I would enjoy myself too much and the sun would be setting before I even realized it.\" She turned slightly, momentarily lifting a hand to mimic the gesture Takeda had made, except, her version looked far more like the elegant fluttering of a dancer: pretty, but completely worthless. Golden eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the sun. How in the world he was able to deduce anything that way was a mystery to her.\n\nShe slowly lowered that same hand, smiling at both of them as she turned back to face them. \"Seeing both of you today has brought me joy enough. I dare not be greedy with my good fortune.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "It seemed that the necessity for security and the way that duties pulled people, that the outing was already coming to a close. Sadao did not seem displeased, merely a change in the trajectory of things. \"Ah, it seems that fortunes change with the winds. It is ever so.\" Philosophical, but rolling with the punches, so to speak.\n\nSadao was happy to direct Takeda to landmarks that would be where that spot was. \"If you frequent it, you may find some of the freshest fish available there. But as it stands, Bayushi-san is correct. Other duties must be attended to, and we are ever at the service of our lords and our Clans.\" Respectful, polite, and happy to smooth any choppy waters, Sadao seemed content to let the would-be hangout happen another time."
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"I understand.\" Takeda finally said after he'd processed it all. \"If either of you happen to come by the bazaar, in your duties or otherwise, there will be plenty of delicacies I would be happy to show you as well.\"\n\n\n\n\"The feeling is mutual, Bayushi-san.\" He added with a smile. \"Now please, don't let me stop you both. When duties need to be attended you should go with the wind at your backs.\"\n\nThe traditional unicorn goodbye was said with good natured humour, a grin, and a bow from the Shugenja."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I am grateful to your both for your kindness.\" Kotori smiled at both Takeda and Sadao, her relief almost palpable. Thank the Fortunes they were not irritated or upset with her! Such a reaction may well have broken her heart, even if she wasn't quite cognizant of the fact. \n\n\"We should make it a point to meet again and take a meal at some time. I am told there are many fine restaurants in the city, and to visit one while in good company would be time well spent.\"\n\n\"Until that time, please be well.\" She bowed one final time and gave one last little flirtatious smile before she turned and began to make her way back to the bath house. \n\n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*The Magistrate could not deny that the Scorpion Gardens were swiftly becoming one of her favorite places to visit. With the bathhouse and it's beautiful greenery only a short walk from her own Embassy the Dragon had found her feet leading her to slowly growing familiar paths more often then not. The location in some way making up for the more humble accommodations of her clan.*\n\n*Dressed in a slowly growing familiar summer green yukata with a red obi, her daisho tied at her side, the Dragon Samurai followed the winding walkways on quiet feet. Allowing the laughter of children and the murmur of wildlife to settle over her like the shade of the trees she strode beneath. Only pausing in her steps when the Dragon chanced across an abandoned game of Go. The match at hand likely discarded by the two younger children who now ducked and weaved amidst the trees as the woan settled herself upon the stone bench with a smile as she inspected the pieces.*\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Saori usually avoided close association with her former clan. The mask was already enough to prejudice people against her, she didn't need idle speculation about her true roles and functions. As a Sister of the Sacred Light she had foresaken her clan, but as a Scion of Bayushi she could not seem to disrespect the great Kami by abandoning his mask. \n\nShe'd come to tend to some of the smaller shrines that had been erected in the gardens. Some dismissed them as mere decorations, which only motivated the little priestess still further. She'd just come from trimming up around a lovely shrine set in the bole of a tree when she saw the children abandon their board game to go running across the meadow. She wasn't an expert, but she'd played Go as a child and she studied the board with interest, trying to divine the intent of both players. \n\nGlancing up she met the eyes of the Dragon who was seated across from her. \"Oh! Pardon me, Dragon-sama. I had not meant to intrude. Are either of those children yours?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*Bright jade green eyes the shade seen rarely except amidst the Dragon regarded the Priestess with quiet interest. Their gaze turning to consider the two children as the Magistrate's gaze sharpened, but could not spot the mons of her clan's families upon either of the two young children. When each offspring was more precious then gold or jade to her clan it was unlike them to fail to properly make their claims known.*\n\n*Turning back to the Priestess the Dragon smiled,* \"Does it not take a village to raise a child?\" *She inquires with a wry incline of her head as glancing over the pieces upon the board she made her first move.* \"But neither child at least in the eyes of the kami is mine.\" *The Dragon assures her.* \n\n\"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Magistrate Mirumoto Katsumi of the Dragon clan,\" *She murmurs offering the woman a polite bow.* \"Would you care for a game of Go?\" *Katsumi inquires gesturing to the game with a sweep of her hand.*"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Oh, Magistrate, forgive me,\" Saori said gracefully, while managing to avoid obsequiousness. I did not mean to break upon your thoughts. In truth I play a very meager game of Go, I fear I would not be of much interest to you.\" \n\nShe bowed reverently. \"My name is Bayushi Saori, and I am a Sister of the Sacred Light. Once I was privileged to call these gardens my home.\" \n\nNot that she'd ever visited, as a girl she hadn't had the pleasure of wandering far from her father's house. Perhaps Father had been concerned that Kaori would start a fight if she met a child of the Lion, although the more likely answer was simply that Mother was nervous about her remaining children's safety after her brother was returned to them. Father never could tell his wife anything, a fierce and proud warrior who absolutely melted when his wife slid her arm into his. \n\nThe sight of the children playing had roused up old memories. Saori shook herself back to reality and settled down on the bench across from the Magistrate. \"Hmmm... Though I must say... This is a very interesting defending position. Would you be black or white?\""
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"The purpose of a game is not to win, but to learn.\" *The Magistrate assures her with a gentle smile,* \"And if you will forgive me my platitudes I believe you have much to teach Bayushi-san.\" *The woman carefully soothed, not wishing to dissuade her interesting company. Finding herself all the more pleased when the other woman slid into the seat across from her. The two inspecting the board lost in their own thoughts.*\n\n\"I believe I shall claim black,\" *Katsumi murmured curious to see how the woman would react to her choice. For amidst the children in the Dragon Lands Go had a more tongue and cheek name. There the young called it 'Crane and Scorpion.' For the movement of the pieces was not unlike the dance of black and white between the two clans.*"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Saori had heard of this particular small cruelty, but she had never given it much thought. Children could be wicked things without any evidence of a soul or good matters, then one day transform into responsible adults. She examined the board, the pile of white pieces that already lay captured, and the woman across from her. \"White will suit me. Then... I think I shall play here.\" \n\nShe laid a stone with a soft click and looked back at the children. \"I believe this was the taller boy's game... He seems a deliberate sort.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"Indeed,\" *The Magistrate murmured her gaze settling on the distant children with a fond leniency as she observed their antics.* \"Wise of him to tire out his younger brother lest the boy get into further antics.\" *For with such resemblance the children could not be anything other then siblings or perhaps close cousins. The older had likely intended to teach the smaller boy patience and discipline, but still a child yet himself such goals had fallen by the wayside on such a warm and sunny day.*\n\n\"To which clan do you believe they belong?\" *Katsumi inquires curious of the Priestesses observations as she considers the board before placing her own piece after some deliberation. Carefully keeping the advantage of the older boys prior strategy, but not yet pushing for the kill. Curious to see how her opponent would counter.*"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Hard to tell at a young age,\" Saori murmured. \"They have not yet learned their ancestor's ways.\" \n\nWhether that was a critique or not could be left to interpretation. \"They are probably not of the Unicorn or Mantis, since the former would see them astride a horse at this age and the latter would have them out rowing. And neither would encourage their young to spend time in a Scorpion garden. The Lion teach their cubs to be bold and go where they please, while the Crane seek the finer things for their children as well as themselves.\" \n\nShe waved a hand about the garden. \n\n\"My experience with your own clan is sadly lacking, I could not make a guess without betraying the most general of knowledge.\" She added, placing another stone. The younger boy had begun greedily, spreading himself out to create strategy by force of will. The older brother seemd to have deliberately allowed this, no doubt not wishing to crush his brother too early... But now a different hand was at work, and there was opportunity if she was only wise enough to see it. \n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"They have not, but there is always tells.\" *The Magistrate agrees with a small bemused smile and she listens to the Priestesses summary. She does not correct the woman nor give information in regards to the children of her own clan having already stated that the pair were not of her Embassy. In fact it was with great sadness the Mirumoto realized it was very unlikely any children of the Dragon clan yet resided within Ryoko Owari Toshi as of yet. Unless her fellows had families hidden away within the city that had yet to fall beneath her gaze. Even still such children would be carefully sequestered in the family dojo until they were a few years older yet.*\n\n\"A Scorpion, Crane, or Lion then,\" *Katsumi mused watching the board with a small quirk of a smile. The woman played with a cautious and observant hand much like her Kitsuki mentor from whom she had learned the game. Her pieces carefully prodding at Saori's own as she allows the children's boisterous play to wash over her.*\n\n\"The Lion Embassy is not so far from here.\" *She thinks aloud as she doubts the Crane were encourage to be quite so enthusiastic.*"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"It doesn't strike me as wise to have children so close to conflict,\" Saori set a piece down and removed two. \"This city trembles on the brink, with rival clans poised to strike the moment an opening is seen. If their clan is caught out, they would certainly suffer. I have know the Lion to be very cruel when dealing with the children of their enemies.\" \n\nShe flicked her hair back from her eyes and spotted the children's nanny, a stern matronly servant who watched the two like a hawk. There was no spotting the clan sigil from here. \n\n\"Speaking of rivalries, there is to be a great tournament hosted by the Crane,\" She remarked. \"Do the Dragon intend to participate? I have never had the pleasure of witnessing *Niten* Unsheathed and I would be eager to attend if I knew your noble clan was participating.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"If the Lion waited till times of peace or chose places free of war to have their children then the entire clan would have long died out.\" *The Dragon muses observing Saori's move with a pleased smile despite the loss of their pieces. Their next move changing the rhythm of the game as they struck aggressively.*\n\n\"I myself will not be participating in the tournament hosted by the Crane. My skill with Niten is suited for the battlefield and I do not believe the Crane would look kindly upon me should I ruin their elegance and poise.\" *She murmurs with a wry shake of her head,* \"But I suspect you will find at least one Niten swordsman among the competitors.\" \n\n\"The Unicorn's poetry competition has however, caught my interest.\""
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Time to see if she'd done a good enough job of shoring up the defenses. She countered at once, playing a trading game. \"Then I shall certainly make an effort to attend. I have seen Crane swordsmen in action before, but never the famed rivals.\" \n\nThere was a brief hesitation as the two boys met the larger group, but they were soon accepted and drafted to teams. It would be interesting to see how the older boy played when surrounded by peers. Would he become more aggressive in hopes of scoring accolades, or play a safe teamwork game to be accepted? \n\n\"Do you write poetry then? That is something I have wanted to attempt for a long time. I have composed many poems during my travels, but they always flit from my head before I can set pen to paper.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"I fear to compare Mirumoto and Kakita is to compare a koi to a crane. Both move with elegance, but the purpose of such movements differ so greatly as to defy comparison.\" *The Magistrate murmured her smile fond as her gaze fell upon her own daisho where it rested at her side. Before she once more shifted the game. The woman's choice in offensive or defensive seeming to have very little rhyme or reason as she would snatch a piece here, spare a piece there. Never the same move twice.*\n\n\"The crane is swift and elegant in it's strike. It has nothing to fear for it is the master of it's domain. The koi's movements are fierce in their desperation for it's struggles are those to survive.\" *The Mirumoto explains their smile slow as the woman inclines her head,* \"As for poetry I enjoy putting words to paper. Whether my prose are any good I cannot say as I write for the joy of it.\" *She admits as the woman leans back to observe the group of children with quiet curiousity.*\n\n\"But tell me Bayushi-san. Who do you believe would win in a duel between a crane and a koi?\" *The Magistrate inquires, curious of the woman's answer.*"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The scorpion considered that question. \"I hesitate to answer, Mirumoto-sama, because I do not understand the anology. When does the koi ever turn to face the crane? Does it not always flee? The crane grows fat on a diet of koi, but no koi I've known has ever hunted a crane.\" \n\nShe placed a cautious piece now, her play reflecting her current mental state. \n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*The Scorpions caution is wise as the Dragon springs her well hidden feint snapping up yet more pieces before returning to their more reserved defense.* \"The crane kills always with the same perfect strike, but for a koi is to survive it must never use the same tactic twice.\" *The Magistrate explains suddenly lunging forward to grab the board lifting it in time to save the carved wood, but scattering the pieces as a cuju ball careens into the table rocking it precariously. One of the children running forward quick to bow in apology in hopes of retrieving the ball unscathed as the Dragon's laughter ran out soft and bright.*\n\n\"Ah... The best laid plans of Priestess and Magistrates...\" *Katsumi muses setting the board back down gently with a bemused smile.*\n\n\"But as apology for our game cut short I will tell you this Bayushi-san. A koi of a hundred years that survives to swim upstream may yet become a dragon. Thus you may now say you know something of *Niten.*\" *Or perhaps Saori was left knowing less then when they began. Katsumi could not say, but the Magistrate considered the afternoon one well spent all the same.*"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"You have given me new wisdom to consider. I shall think on it and perhaps approach the beginnings of insight.\" Saori couldn't understand the riddle but some time in meditation might bring it loose. She bowed to the magistrate reverently. \"Gratitude for this glimpse of Dragon wisdom. I shall cherish it.\" \n\nRising, she stretched like a cat and glanced around the gardens. \"I shall not keep your company to myself longer, Mirumoto-sama, I am sure your duties are far too important to linger too long in any place. It has been a wonderful visit. Shall I have the honor of seeing you at one of the temples in the main district soon?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"And thank you Priestess Bayushi-san for your company. Your presence was a pleasure.\" *The Magistrate stated in turn as they rose from the bench to return the bow. Their hands carefully setting the game back to rights for the children to find once their attention returned to such things.* \n\n\"I shall be certain to visit the temples soon that I may pray. It would not due to fail to pay my respects.\" *Katsumi assures the Priestess as she glances skyward gauging the time by the setting sun. It was true what they said about pleasant company as the hours had slipped between their fingers so caught up in their game.*\n\n*Of course the evening doesn't end there. No it ends with a forgotten game of Go, some lion cubs with more bravery than sense, and a pond. But that was another story...*"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Magic was in the air.\n\nIt always was at that time of day, when the purple of evening had yet to settle and still streaked with the fading crimson sunset. Lord Moon was readying to make his appearance, the brightest evening stars heralding his impending arrival. The lanterns throughout the garden were still in the process of being lighted, though one pavilion was already illuminated by a soft glow, a figure in red and black \n\nMusic too, was in the air, drifting phantom-like through the gloaming darkness. \n\nSweet, plaintive notes from a lute floated and flit as the fireflies of summer, ethereal, enchanting, exquisite. Arguably, out of place.\n\nBayushi Kotori sat alone in one of the open pavilions, her *Pipa* Situated in her lap and a portable writing set and writing book open on the bench at her side. Thin fingers strummed and plucked across the strings with practiced ease, coaxing out a ballad so tender one could scarcely help thinking of lost lovers and whispered vows. Distant, mist-shrouded mountains, secret assignations, the tangling of limbs in the dark, the flashing of steel... One could see it all through the song. Her eyes were closed, brows alternately drawing together an expression of subtle pain and then relaxing again, lips parting ever so slightly in an alluring countenance of pleasure, head rolling and swaying to the underlying rhythm of the song. \n\nAfter some time, the song trailed off, incomplete, the last note being carried away by a late spring breeze.\n\nExpression relaxing once the note had faded entirely, Kotori placed her hands across the strings and opened her eyes, gaze distant and dreamy. After a long moment, cricket chirps began to sound; perhaps even the lowly insects has paused to listen. Resting her *Pipa* Across her lap, the Scorpion leaned over and made a notation into the book beside her before replaying the last few bars again, plucking a few notes, making another notation, and then plucking a few more. \n\n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo always enjoyed nights like tonight. The chill of spring has mostly given way to the warmth of summer nights, but there was always seemingly a threat of the chill returning. Seemed unlikely tonight, but spring was a fickle season, it never gave up without taking something. That something tonight was one of Kiyo's papers, on an unexpected breeze. Served her right for trying to work outside while the weather was pleasant. Picking up her supplies she went to go retrieve it.\n\nShe really didn't want many others to get their hands on her work. While she did not care much about the deception her clan perpetuated as its 'duty' to the empire, she didn't really feel compelled to allow others to obtain a half-finished ward. While not meaningful to the average samurai, there is a lot that can be gleaned from analyzing another's technique, and she'd rather hers not be stolen if she could prevent it. Luckily, the breeze didn't intend to take the paper very far.\n\nShe would find her lost paper caught nearby the small musician, in one of the nearby bushes. Kiyo hadn't exactly been listening to what was being played beyond that there was music being played. Music really wasn't one of Kiyo's interests, and she tended to tune it out, especially when she had something that demanded her focus. She wasn't sure if she was interrupting, but the musician seemed to have stopped playing a song (at least for now), and she elected to apologize for the intrusion.\n\nShe would find a good moment to speak, not really wanting to interrupt... Whatever the musician was doing. Writing a song maybe? It didn't really matter to Kiyo. What did matter was she was interrupting, and likely distracting, people Kiyo's size are terribly hard to miss. \"Apologies,\" She spoke, \"I did not mean to interrupt your music playing.\" She added, \"Tansaku Kiyo, I manage the wards in the city. My work got a little away from me here.\" Gesturing towards the runaway page now trapped."
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura had been out and about that night, spending some time in the Scorpion Garden. Music was not one of his talents, he did play the flute now and then, but it was amatuer work compared to the star that graced the garden this night. The music however, gave him some inspiration, tangling of limbs, lost lovers, some pain... These where rather some good themes, and it gave him an idea for a story... Of course the limbs would become much more grotesque, as if shambling horrors of mixed bodies, lost lovers cursing the other name to swear murder, pain... Pain that was so intense it was be turned to pleasure when the senses no longer could tell the difference.\n\nHe did blink however when the music stopped, suddenly out of his... Visions.\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori plucked one of the strings on her lute absently, tapping the loop of her writing brush against her chin as she pondered. \n\nSo very like a blade was music. Sharp and biting, and with a simple turn, suddenly flat. Not necessarily harmless, but less threatening. \n\n*Sharp-natural... Natural-flat? Flat-natural? Which progression?* \n\nChoices, choices.\n\nShe did not notice Kiyo's approach until the woman announced herself... Apparently from the bushes. \n\n\"Apologies. I did not mean to interrupt your music playing.\" \n\nUpon finishing one final notation, Kotori stood to properly address her unexpected audience, juggling writing brush in one hand while holding her lute by the neck with the other. \n\n\"Oh! Did only the one page escape you? Shall I help you look?\" Leaning over the balustrade of the pavilion, she peered into the shadows in search of any more errant papers. Upon seeing none, she looked up, and blinked in surprise. She had not expected to be faced with a giantess.\n\nHowever, the instant of surprise vanished as soon as it appeared, and a friendly smile instead took its place. How serendipitous to meet another clan member!\n\n\"I am honored to meet you, Tansaku-san.\" Her bow, though somewhat awkward with her hands full, was still sincere. She quickly set to packing up her writing set and book, still smiling up Kiyo. \"If anything, I should apologize to you if my music interrupted your work. You do have such a tremendously important job. Would you care to join me? I was just finishing up here.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "\"Oh, no, the page is right here.\" She answers, \"There's no need for you to help.\" She adds moving the page to her scroll case. She suspected her work was probably done. It wasn't so important that she could justifiably use it to avoid conversation. She returns the bow, if a little shallower, \"It is a pleasure, Bayushi-san. I suppose I can spare some time for fellow clanmate.\" \n|| \n\nKiyo is used to the surprise, it's not very often (outside of Crab lands of course) anyone sees a woman her size. It's actually quite humorous to her. She has a wry smile as she remarks on the quick look of surprise. \"It's often joked about that I must be a Hida who was swapped at birth. It's not far off though, my grandfather on my mother's side was a Hida. She's actually not much smaller than I am.\" She remarks dryly.\n\n\"So what exactly were you doing?\" Kiyo asks. \"Composing something new?\" It's very clear that Kiyo had barely even registered that there was music playing until she had lost her paper."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"This song I have been working on has been giving me terrible trouble. At moments, I think it is almost completed, and then I discover something that just... Isn't quite right. Do you find that ever happens to you?\"\n\nA sudden realization jolted her, and she immediately bowed again—much more deeply—while a flush colored her cheeks. It was one thing to be caught staring, but another entirely to have neglected to introduce herself. \n\n\"How rude of me! I beg your pardon for my lack of manners, Tansaku-san. I am Bayushi Kotori,\" She straightened, offering a sheepish smile before settling back onto the ledge and resting her instrument across her lap again. \n\n\n\n\"It is no excuse for my error, but I confess my mind was still on my music. A thousand apologies. I am yet newly arrived, and am still finding my feet.\""
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "In music? No. Kiyo has never experienced that sort of thing. Her only real experience (if you could call it that) was that one time she broke all the strings on her parent's koto by overzealously using it to make fun twanging noises. She suspects that the question covered a broader subject than just music though.\n\n\"It's difficult to compare. Wardmaking is an exact art. There is no real room for variation or a personal touch. You either do it the way you know it works or...\" She emphasizes the next few words \"You didn't make a ward. I'm very much not skilled enough to advance the art.\" *Yet*, although that goes unsaid.\n\n\"I suppose I'm not very artistically inclined beyond that.\" Which was a polite way to say she really couldn't stand most types of artistry. Flowers while sometimes pretty, did nothing for her. Poetry likewise seemed a total waste of time. Painting beyond communicating what something looked like had zero purpose in her mind. The less she said about sculptures the better. She had been kind of picking up origami recently, but she doubted any of her experience with it could carry over.\n\n\"Oh, what brings you to our fine city? Attempting to make a name for yourself as a performer in the greatest city on this side of the empire? Or are you here on buisiness?\" Kiyo hadn't considered that those two questions could be the same question."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I see,\" Kotoro nodded to herself, considering. \n\nNo variation? Only success or only failure? While those concepts made sense to her logically, the artist's blood coursing through her went cold at the very idea. Her tutors had been frustrated by her inability to grasp but the most basic of calculations on an abacus, despite the great effort they spent. \n\n\"How would one go about creating a new ward? I know nothing of such complicated workings, but I imagine just learning the basics must be a trial, with so little room for error and variation.\" \n\nBeneath the hem of her kimono, she crossed her ankles to keep from swinging her feet as they dangled off the ground. On evenings like this, when the music was high in her blood, it was hard to contain her energy. However, Kiyo seemed like the serious sort and Kotori did want to improve her esteem in the ward master's eyes, especially after her own earlier faux pas. \n\n\"The clan sent me here to assist Rokugo Yuto. Though,\" She flashed a tiny grin to Tansaku, \"I would not be opposed to achieving some degree of recognition for my talents but I have yet to have the chance to demonstrate them.\"\n\n\"What about yourself, Tansaku-sama? How did you come to be the ward mistress of the city? It must be an exhausting task.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "\"A new ward?\" Kiyo pondered out loud, \"Well, there's only so many effects that can be put to paper, and while my family hasn't likely tested all of them, some families keep a tight lid on their invented invocations, we're fairly confident in what can and can't be done. Now you just need to give discreet instructions on how to cause those and potential triggers. It actually isn't that complicated if you know what the rules allow and how to do the strokes, but that ward would be blatantly obvious on what it does to anyone with any familiarity to the art.\" Kiyo is very clearly quite passionate about this topic, as her face shows far more interest and animation than it did previously. If she's not interrupted this could go on for quite a while, but she would speed up her explanation if it looks like it's going way over Kotori's head (this is likely, magic comes from essentially an extra sense that Kotori just doesn't have, it's like explaining the color red to a person who can't see). She would explain the difficulty in warding actually arises when you're trying to do more than one thing at a time as the more effects that get stacked the more circles and lines need to exist and at that point any mistake can ruin the whole thing. \"It's why more complicated wards tend to be paper wards. Paper is disposable, but objects are significantly less so.\"\n\nAmbitious. Kiyo could respect that. She never was one to understand why people were so obsessed with knowing their place, and then never choosing to go beyond it. Her calculus has the reward being worth any risk, but then again, she's not really risking anything if she chooses to go above where she belongs. Still humility got old. \"I wish you luck in this endeavor. Rokugo-san and I have discussed quite a few things about the city.\" And Yuto definitely needed help, that's for sure. \"I'm sure you will have time to go after your *Secondary* Project too.\" The emphasis was intentional, Kiyo knew that duty was only primary because it had to be.\n\n\"Ah. Well, why would someone as young as I be in charge?\" Kiyo posited a question. She let it hang a few seconds before she would answer it herself. \"The reasons are 3. Despite the potential for war, the only major looming need for wards is the Shinomen Mori nearby. There is truly nothing spiritually dangerous held here in need of sealing. Reason 2 and 3 are actually quite related. Maybe even the same. I suppose the reasons are 2 then.\" She seems to pause for a moment, before catching herself from sinking into a thought tangent. \"I needed the practice leading, and I am of the Kuge (higher status, she's essentially saying she's likely to be leading the whole of the Tansaku family eventually). This city is the perfect place for a young samurai-ko to learn to lead, and hone her spiritual techniques, *At least according to my father*.\" Kiyo doesn't seem to 100% agree with that statement."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "As Kiyo spoke, Kotori listened with rapt attention. She kept her gaze intently focused on her new companion, nodding at the appropriate moments and asking short questions when appropriate for her own clarification. \n\nIt was true, she didn't understand much of what the other woman was saying, but she *Could* Understand the passion there. Kiyo seemed all but sparkling in Kotori's eyes, burning bright now her interest had been kindled. It was one of the reasons the Bayushi took so much effort to show she was engaged in listening. She knew well what it was like to see a polite interest fade to apathy and then to boredom and finally impatience... And she knew how disappointing it was to be on the receiving end of that. \n\nThen again, Tansaku was self-possessed and composed. Maybe she was immune to such things. She was a *Kuge*, so maybe she had been raised to disregard the opinions of others. Maybe others would never dare to show such coarse personal opinions on their faces in her presence. Maybe...\n\nMaybe. Possibly. Could be. Potentially. \n\nThese were words that had been drilled into Kotori. Never commit outright. Never make promises. \n\nSometimes, she hated those words. The way they stuck in her mind, repeating and droning and chasing away certainty. \n\nHer hair ornaments chimed softly as she tipped her head, driving those thoughts away. She offered up a bright smile, full of open admiration, looking up (literally and figuratively) at the much taller Kiyo. She did not know many people on a personal level, and was hungry for connections. She did, however, do her best to keep that desire tempered and appropriate. \n\n\"Thank you very much for educating me on these matters, Tansaku-sama. If I may ever be able to assist you in any way, I hope that you will allow me to do so.\"\n\n*Clan mates or not, I would like to be your friend.*\n\nKotori did not say the last part aloud, however true it may have been. \n\n|| Kiyo sauce is the boss and I love it."
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo found it slightly surprising that Kotori humored her throughout the whole ward summation. She's knows full well that she wouldn't have done the same, at least if she wasn't interested in some way and she was rarely interested. She wasn't even all that good about being polite about it, she didn't wear a mask in more ways than one, and without conscious effort she did let things show on her face. Her disinterest in others was a known flaw to her, one that she hadn't worked on and while she knew she knew that she had to, she really wasn't looking forward to working on it.\n\nWhat she did appreciate was the offer to assist. You never know when someone could be useful for helping you out of a jam. She would say helping her with her goals, but she's not even sure what those are for her. She assumed that she would have figured something out with the two years she's been here, but really all she's figured out is she enjoys fried food and sake, and she's pretty sure she already knew that. Having those frequently is hardly a goal anyway.\n\n\"I'll take you up on that,\" Kiyo isn't sure how often she'd need a courtier and a musician, but an offer to help is an offer to help. She doesn't realize the inner conflict within the other samurai-ko entirely."
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I would be honored if you do.\" She offered one last smile before standing back up, offering another deep and respectful bow to Kiyo. \n\nShe may have had very little in common with the other woman, but to Kotori, that did not matter. At least, not yet. Meeting new people was thrilling, and seeing their faces light with excitement delighted her. \n\n\"I should be going now that the sun has set, but I hope that we may meet again. Perhaps you might join me for tea.\" \n\nEven if friendship were an impossibility, she would at the very least do her duty by her clan and be useful. \n\nPacking her writing set and book into a furoshiki and cradling her pipa in her arms, she would wait for Kiyo to depart before leaving herself, returning to the Shosuro Palace."
},
{
"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo bows a goodbye to the musician, and makes a note of her. She didn't love many of her clan mates, they often decide to lean too far into the over-the-top stage villain persona, so it was always pleasant to meet one who wasn't actively trying to make a simple conversation into a court intrigue.\n\n\"Yes, I have dinner plans waiting for me,\" She says in response to the invitation, \"But tea another time could be lovely.\" Kiyo wasn't above a little white lie, she didn't really get what made tea so great, it's just water that tastes of leaf. Why not cut out the middle man and eat the leaves and just drink water?\n\nShe departs the garden and heads to the merchants quarter, stopping at one of her usual haunts."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The sun was hidden today behind gray clouds, giving the garden a welcome break from the heat. The Scorpion was in a private section, hidden between artfully arranged trees and boulders. Only someone walking up to her would be able to see what she was doing. \n\nToday was her usual Weapons Maintenance day. She was sitting on a rug with another cloth laid out, her swords and knives each placed before her. Furthest away was the mighty horse killer that had been a gift to the Scorpion governor from the Lion delegation. Next was a sword wrapped in soft cloth, its hilt and saya concealed. A wakizashi and two knives completed the rainbow effect. \n\nShe was working with a sword straightener now to bend her battered katana back into shape. The sword flashed each time she lifted it to peer along the edge, showing the chipped edge in sharp contrasting shadows. \n\nShe had summoned her vassal to this garden by messenger. It was the first time she acknowledged his existence since he'd brandished a reptile in her face. If she still held any anger for that incident her impassive face did not betray it. Her soft hands moved slowly, deliberately, making no effort at all to rush her work. There were no refreshments present. Her maid was stationed at the entrance to this little glade as a signal that it was already occupied, so she would not be interrupted by chance company. \n\nThis conversation was not for casual entertainment.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto was making his way through the gardens, summoned for whatever reason by Kaori to join her today. Uncertain as to why, maybe she was going to apologize for last time... No that was too good to happen, maybe she'd introduce him to one of her pets? She didn't seem like an animal lover at all so that too was unlikely. \n\nThe vassal had his own pair of swords with him, specifically his Katana and Wakizashi which were well beyond needing repair. He had a certain knack for butchering his swords, he was a hard swinger. It was likely time for himself to look into another blade. \n\nUpon seeing the Bayushi handmaiden he gave a nod as he passed her by, entering the private area Kaori had picked out. Entering their little pocket space he saw the blades she had laid out, taking an interest in them. Bowing first, he'd then stand to her side looking down. \n\n\"What are you doing?\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"A samurai without her swords is an empty bow-string.\" Kaori quoted a sensei that she and Yuto had shared, albeit probably at different times. \"Have a seat, Rokugo-san.\" \n\nShe put her sword back into the vice and bent it carefully back, holding it for a slow three count. Satisfied with this result she began to clean the blade, wiping away oil and replacing it. Special care was given to the knicks, where rust would certainly form first. Her black eyes never left her work. \n\nEventually she said, \"If you have your reptile under your hat please leave him there. I am not in the mood for uninvited guests today. Understand that while I can tolerate a great deal of idiosyncratic behavior from my competent vassals I would prefer not to have such things shoved in my face.\" \n\nShe was still working only with her left hand, the right now bound to her chest under her kimono. She did not wish to set herself back again. \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Sitting across from her now, he observed her working on the swords. Were these new or her current ones? Yuto had never paid that much attention before, perhaps they were simply the woman's current blades. Ignoring her reptile comment despite the fact it irritated him just a bit. \n\n\"I don't have him today, but what do you need me here for? You seem to be managing just fine at taking care of your swords, they look... More pristine than usual. How come?\" \n\nCurious, not being able to put a finger on it caused the Junshin to ask. Laying out his own blades, he'd have drawn his Katana holding it for the woman to see, it was much more beat up than her blades. \n\n\"No matter how much I sharpen and clean them, they still get beat up, can't handle my swings. Not sure what I'm going to do.\" \n\nIt was evident that Yutos swords were no more than what a peasant could scrap up. The handle was basic and cheap and so was the metal, it was a surprise his sword cut anything. \n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"You will learn judgement and spare your swords needless harm.\" Kaori glanced at his sword and frowned. If his katana was truly worse off than her battered one then he was in a sorry state indeed. \"Try not to fight any duels with that saw. People will judge you harshly.\"\n\nShe made a mental note to arrange for a replacement. \n\n\"I asked you out here because I am maintaining my blades,\" She continued. She began to unfasten the hilt of the katana, carefully unwinding the silk wrap. \"And you are one of them. Your family has served mine for a long time. I've fought beside you. You are skilled and you are dangerous. I respect that.\" \n\nSetting aside the disassembled weapon she took up the wrapped bundle and produced two swords. Their saya were blue, the silk wraps white, and their tsuba decorated with cranes. She set the wakizashi aside and drew out the katana, holding up the beautiful Kakita steel for the Junshin to see. There were no identifying marks on the visible blade, no Crane mottos or family symbols, but such things would have only marred the perfect sheen and wave of folded steel.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "She was right, dueling with this sword would have been dishonorable to anyone he fought. Though this was the same sword he's had since being a mere child, departing from it wouldn't be easy, even if it was in a sorry state. Hearing Kaori answer his question made the scorpion tilt his head, if he were one of her blades what did that mean for coming here? Was she gonna 'sharpen' him or something? \n\n\"Uhh..\" \n\nUpon seeing the pristine blade and its saya, more curiosity came to him. Those certainly weren't her usual blades, what was she using them for? \n\n\"Are you switching out the blades? Why wouldn't you just take the new sword as is, handle isn't to your fashion?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Because I do not intend to use the katana to frame anyone, nor do I intend to display it as a trophy.\" Kaori began to dismantle the hilt, her single hand working methodically. \"I do not collect swords as some bushi do. One is enough, if it is worthy. My old blade will go back to Scorpion lands. I have a cousin who might enjoy refurbishing it. If not, it will be retired.\" \n\nShe set the white silk and the Crane tsuba down to one side. \"I've seen you fight, Rokugo-san. And when your blood is hot you can kill as well as any man. But have you ever taken life when you are cold and still?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "You see Yuto didn't recognize the sword, having never seen what a Crane tsuba looked like he simply assumed she found or bought it. Though it looked too good to be purchased from any blacksmith, though her words on framing and using it as a trophy brought concern. \n\n\"Did you...\" \n\nImmediately thinking the worst, did she kill someone and take their sword? No, perhaps she beat them in an honest duel, that had to be the reason. His attention shifted to her asking if he had killed anyone cold and still, if she meant while he was calm then yes. Though he felt there was more to it. \n\n\"I have, though it's mostly when I perform Iaijutsu or get into a small fight while working. As a boy I was taught to channel everything into my sword, hence why I perform better in the heat of great battle.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "If only the poor boy knew.\n\nIt was obvious he didn't, but she was confident he'd figure it out. He was a virgin, not stupid. She set aside the hilt wrappings and began to replace the blade's parts in Scorpion colors. \"You should learn to kill cold,\" She said as she worked. \"Have you ever executed a criminal? It is like that. You must give the duty its proper reverence, but you are striking at an enemy who will never touch you. Not unlike dueling, if your draw is sufficient to the deed.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Learn to kill cold? That was an interesting topic to discuss, curious on the full meaning of such a thing. Wanting to know more he'd inquire the Bayushi, perhaps he'd give it a try. \n\n\"Killing cold, I take it as the absence of feeling? Not seeing your enemy as an enemy, but something lesser? I must say that's quite different from how I was taught. Emotional content is a powerful ability, I'm not sure if I can discard it and fight as well. How do you learn to fight cold?\" \n\nLeaning forward to observe her swords more, the colors of the guard were certainly interesting. Now that he thought about it, the colors were familiar... He feared \n\n\"Those swords... Where did you get them?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Fighting cold was a necessary skill for me,\" The Scorpion continued working, still never looking up at Yuto. \"My brother's headless body was thrown down at my feet when I was a child. Had my wrath been strength I would have torn the Lion Clan limb from limb that day. But one child's pain can build into a volcano if left unchecked, and I would have blasted our clan apart in my thirst for Lion blood. So I learned to freeze my fire, to cool my blood. Have you seen water when it is forced through a small gap? Your energy is like water. You can dump it out all at once...\" She flicked a finger at his battered sword, \"Or you can concentrate it for longer and more efficient carnage. I still hate the Lion for their laughter as they rode away but I take my revenge in far more subtle ways.\" \n\nShe glanced at the tsuba. \"And this skill serves me well against all enemies.\"\n\n*The wheel was turning.*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing her speak on losing a brother, he could relate, but not in the same way. There was a secret he held on close to, never to tell anyone, but of course he felt the woman wouldn't have cared. Yuto was merely a vassal, and if her words on valuing him were true then he'd trust her. \n\n\"I too lost my brother, but it was I who killed him.\" \n\nSpoken plainly, it had happened a long time ago, the regret had washed away. There was nothing Rokugo Yuto could do about it now. \n\n\"I was ripped away from my real family, I am not of the blood. At least that's what I was told by my Father, my brothers sought to put me down and prove they could be suitable heirs. A child being raised to use his anger is only taught to channel it, not to control it. Since then, my siblings have acknowledged me as a Rokugo, too afraid to say otherwise.\" \n\nSheathing his battered sword once more, he put it aside. Continuing to observe Kaoris efficient work on her own, still unsure of the blades she possessed. \n\n\"Is that what you'll do with those blades? Get revenge?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "She'd heard about that. Not the details, just that one of the Rokugo kids had had a very unfortunate death and nobody talked about it. \n\n\"My sister and I took our revenge at the Killing Ford,\" She said coolly. \"We each took a head for our brother's sake, and ronin blood was shed in plenty. No, Rokugo-san, this sword is for whatever work I see fit. The other,\" She flicked a finger at the wakizashi, \"I shall see to the bottom of the river along with these other pieces. I have no use for them.\" \n\nShe flicked the sword and it took the head from a nearby flower as if parting air. \"It will serve, though I would test it on true flesh.\"\n\nHer work completed, she bagged up the wakizashi and began bundling the swords carefully to make a load she could carry under her arm.\n\nHad Rokugo gotten her message? Did he understand? Or was his mind so addled by the company of reptiles that he did not follow?\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Having already gotten her revenge, something still didn't click for him. She was going to throw them into the river? Earlier the woman spoke on not using the swords for frame or trophy, it was clear to connect the pieces. But what wasn't clicking for the scorpion? It was who, daring not to say a name, but if those colors were any sign, this wasn't good. \n\nWatching her cut the flower head was impressive, it didn't look like regular steel to him. Not having seen such fine blades wielded by anyone within this clan.. \n\n\"I take it that's why you called me here after all. Didn't bother testing the blades on the flesh you killed to get them?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "A playful smirk as she stood up. \"Oh, Rokugo-san, what ever makes you think I killed anyone for these swords? I certainly didn't say that. I paid a fair price for these blades, as so not to unduly burden the smiths and weapons masters that serve our clan. I only asked you here to mend our relationship after the last time we saw each other.\" \n\nShe slung the bundle under her good arm. \"Do you remember the story of how Moshi Mai spoke too freely and brought our clan to this new low? I am sure that you are far too wise to speculate without even the Kami for witness.\" \n\nShe grinned. \"That is all. Good day to you, Rokuto-san.\""
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "It has not been so long since Daiki had last strolled into the Scoprion gardens. However, everything about this appointment was different. Unlike last time, he was not meeting a Scorpion. Unlike last time, he knew the name of the samurai he would be meeting. Unlike last time, he was very eager to be seen. The subtleties of picking the perfect spot was not his strong point. Although he was well aware of the stir such a meeting might cause, he was a Doji more in name than in practice. He had deferred to wiser minds than his own.\n\n*Not directly in the center. Passers by will see you either way, so making too obvious would not do.*\n\nThe advice still resonated in his ears. The bureaucrats who advised him took immense pleasure in helping to pick out the perfect spot. As he rounded a corner, it came into view: a pair of cherry trees atop an overlooking hill, each picturesque and providing shade, beauty, and the appearance of a desire for privacy. It was exactly the spot to make a meeting between a crane and a lion seem suspect, though he never would have thought to choose it himself.\n\n*I suppose this is why I forge weapons and others handle the politics.*\n\nIn his arms, he carried a blanket of sky blue and white, its decor bearing imagery of foamy, turbulent waves. He unfurled and wafted the blanket, putting air under it so it would settle cleanly down on the grass. Once in place, he arranged himself in seiza upon it to await his contact. His kimono was a brighter blue than his usual more neutral colored go-to wardrobe. A number of white, long legged birds adorned the sleeves, their pale wings spread wide. His hair was tied back, arranged a little more neatly than usual. Today was a day for first impressions, after all.\n\n||To any wishing to post in order to observe, you are welcome to do so, though I would ask you ask permission before interacting directly with those at the meeting."
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "Akodo had only been in the city for a few days and already he was able to list his shortcoming and errors at court. He seemed to only have two modes, commander at camp, or just returned to his family estate. He needed to develop many, many more masks. Still, with the affairs of court suddenly around him, he needed to look *And* Play the part. The first was much easier for him. While his armor was in relatively good repair, his katana was not. It has seen endless amounts of drilling on top of actual battle. It had killed many enemies, and seconded more than a few sepuku. It had been broken any number of times and had his clan fittings removed, cleaned, and attached the blades of the defeated. He could only care for it so much on the road. It needed a proper smith, with proper tools. He had enquired through the embassy, and this was the name that had been offered.\n\nThe scorpion garden was something he had heard of, even somewhere he had planned to visit, but to meet a Crane bladesmith here was... Well even he could see symbolism this open faced. He had imagined going to a forge, finding a soot covered artisan and discussing the repairs, but in a city like this, for a man of his station, that wouldn't do. Even back home his father never would have done that, his servants would have just handled it. But a noble sword deserved a noble craftsman, and for a man of a certain influence, in a metropolitan city, that meant a Crane bladesmith.\n\nAnd so Akodo found himself in his second finest kimono, of the only two fine kimono he had, wandering through a garden he could only imagine was built for the Scorpion to praise themselves.\n\nThe nagagi he wore under his haori was a beautiful pale yellow cloth close to that of a field of dry grasslands, while the haori over top was a much more vivid almost golden color with a haori himo of fine stones rather than cord. It had been a gift from his father when he graduated the war college and had small bits of emerald and onyx. \n\nIt did not take him long to find the Crane. He must have been the bluest crane to ever blue. Even the sky might be jealous. He also seemed younger than Akodo expected. *Why is everyone here so young?*\n\n\"Kon'nichiwa.\" He said as he approached, \"I am Akodo Katsuhiro.\" Once he had approached enough, he gave a slight bow of greeting. \"It is a lovely day to be in a garden like this.\" Akodo seemed almost surprised at his own words. He had been so preoccupied he hadn't even really admired the gardens. They *Were* Quite striking. He had to give it to the scorpion, they did ostentatious right."
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "It was an older samurai who approached, dressed in fine browns and golds like ripe grain waiting for the harvest. It created quite an impression. Rising to his feet, Daiki offered the proper greeting. **\"Doji Daiki,\"** He said with a polite smile, inclining his stark white crown of hair in a bow of respect. **\"Well met, Akodo-sama.\"** It was formal and respectful. Enough perhaps to make most crane balk, hearing someone of the noble house of Doji address a lion as a superior. However, the man was older, and if reports were accurate, he was quite accomplished already. Daiki was skilled at his crafts, particularly for his age, but as far as those in the city were concerned, he was still a wealthy nobody who had yet to earn any true respect himself.\n\nGesturing to the blanket beside him, he indicated the place where he had intended for the meeting. **\"Please, join me and make yourself comfortable. I am afraid that drinks will have to wait until we meet in a more formal setting, but for now there is much to drink in with our eyes. I hope that will be enough until I can provide some true Crane hospitality.\"** He waited for his guest to be seated before sitting himself, returning to his seiza. **\"I understand you are a new arrival, but you seem well traveled enough. What has brought you to our fair city?\"** It was a song and dance. There was much to discuss, and more than likely most would be left unsaid until subsequent meetings, but to rush too hastily into business would be considered the epitome of rudeness. Given the tense relationship between Crane and Lion, that was a needle he did not care to thread carelessly.\n\nThey were an odd pair to be seen together. Loyalties aside, they were of very differing ages and life experiences even just at a glance. Still, when Shinjo Temujin had mentioned a ranking member of a major clan in need of a smith, he was more than happy to oblige, whether or not that clan happened to be the Lion.\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "Akodo eyed the blanket and the young man sitting comfortably in seiza on the ground as of it were a skirmish he was losing. Leave it to a Crane to bow properly and then know just the right way to put him back in his place. *I need to keep a stool with me* He could certainly still sit in seiza, and he did regularly for training, but it was easier for him on tatami or when he hadn't been walking the city so much to cause his leg to be tense. If he stretched it he might be fine, but he wasn't about to do that in front of a crane. So instead he sat on the blanket tatehiza, giving him a bit of a stretch but allowing him to sit more naturally.\n\n\"This is a feast for the eyes, thank you for allowing me reason to come here. I study a bit of gardening myself. Nothing on this level, and I have not had much occasion recently to practice, but I hope to get back into it here in the city.\"\n\n*Crane hospitality? Was that a threat?*\n\nOnce he had settled himself into his seated position the Crane began his questions.\n\n\"Indeed, I have journeyed to every corner of lion lands for some bandit, or ronin, it border squabble, and a few times beyond. I have set foot beyond the kaiu wall, though I saw nothing of the terrors beyond the wall when I walked it. Now, I am come to the City of... Stories.\" He knew it's other name, but this was polite company. \"Now I am here with a changing of the guard. New Ambassador, new Garrison Commander.\" \n\nHe looked off into the distance and let a cool breeze blow over them.\n\n\"What about you? What brought a noble a Crane to practice their art in this city of all places?\"\n\nThis boy apparently came highly recommend, but even if he weren't it would be far better than the village forges or camp followers he was used to. Perhaps there was a master here too study under he did not know of."
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "The choice of posture was not lost on Daiki. It was perhaps unexpected, but not outside of what was permitted in proper decorum. However, if Katsuhiro's position in the city was merited through combat, it was entirely possible that he was dealing with a war wound or related joint stiffness. Not only had Daiki not provided refreshments of any sort, but he had potentially invited a wounded war veteran to kneel on the hard ground.\n\n*Unfortunate. Either could be pointed out as rudeness, but thus far the lion seems to be determined to keep the conversation polite. He is either not offended or else banking these unintentional sleights as later ammunition. I will assume the former for now.*\n\n**\"I am glad for the view as well,\"** He said, returning a benign smile and gesturing to the gardens below with its various sculpted greenery and flowering displays. **\"Truth be told, the last time I was here, I was not able to enjoy the sights. I was stuck in a game of cat and mouse with a Scorpion courtier. She sauntered in with a... Shall we say somewhat distasteful show of status and power as though she owned the place and then tried to sell me a line about simply wishing for a quiet life, no ambition whatsoever.\"** He had half a mind to snort at the thought, but thought better of being so casual.\n\n**\"As for my arrival in the city, it was not so long ago myself,\"** He answered thoughtfully. **\"I was trained by the finest smiths of Kyuden Kakita, and although they still surpass me by no small margin, my craft had grown to such a point where it was determined that I should put my skills into practice where I would be most useful to the Crane.\"** Glancing around the city, he took a shallow breath. **\"With so much rivalry and jockeying for position here, it would not do to be short on weaponry or the ability to repair it, so here is where I was sent.\"**\n||"
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"author": "revanchist_industries",
"message": "Day two of mapping out the Scorpion Gardens was thus far turning out to be a massive success. Akio had to break the original project up into several smaller trips due to some unexpected jobs that came up, but in many ways that made it easier. Spend a couple hours a day over a few days, compile it all together, then transfer it over to his *Good* Paper, and there you have it.\n\nAs he rounded a corner, he found himself near a very interesting sight. A Lion and a Crane, talking out in the open between two cherry trees. This had to be a trap of course. No doubt whatever they were discussing was designed to be heard and seen, setting tongues wagging. Yet no one else seemed to be around to observe this strange event.\n\nEven if the script had been set between the two samurai, there would be important information that could be gathered from it. No doubt Utaku-sama would be interested regardless, though perhaps less in the words passed between the two and more who this trap was meant to catch. He supposed he could spend a bit of time transferring his mental notes onto paper here.\n\nFinding a nearby place to sit which was out of the way yet within earshot, he settled down with paper and charcoal in hand. While drawing out the route he had just mapped out in the garden, placing the more interesting sights along the way, he also tuned his ears out to catch the words shared between the samurai. Later he would transcribe those down, but for now he had other priorities to work on. The best cover was not a cover in the slightest, after all.\n\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "Akodo did snort holding back his laughter when Doji mentioned a Scorpion saying they had no ambition and wanted a quiet life, but he quickly schooled his face to a neutral composition. A breeze came through again, this time setting free a few of the cherry blossom petals and as they fluttered and danced on the air, Katsuhiro held out a hand as a few alighted there, along with the sweet smell of the flowers in the air.\n\n\"A shame that such a beautiful garden would be named so deceptively. But I suppose that is a cat staying true to its colors.\"\n\nHe listened to the boy's story about coming to the city here, and nodded as he followed along.\n\n\"It is true, that you can only learn so much, even at the feet of the greatest masters. You need to put it into practice on your own. I do not know much of bladesmith other than the average samurai, but I am certain it is true in all things. You must be free to fail on your own because you can achieve true mastery. Now that you are on your own, your own personal style will blossom.\" It was actually one of the reasons why he did not formally train with bonsai either, in addition to the fact that it takes years for results and he was never in one place long enough.\n\n\"However, the reason you have come to the city is much the same to my need.\" Akodo slowly undid the saego and draw out his katana while within its saya, and laid it on the ground in front of them, delicately arranging the saego as one did in an Iaido ceremony before bowing. Once he had done sow, he gave a slight bow the blade, then picked it up and offered it to Doji.\n\n\"I know at court many samurai treat both blades with the reverence of their soul, but one can only do so much when victory is on the line.\"\n\nThe faded yellow saya looked like it had seen better days. The pieces had obviously been re-glued, it was scapped and battered by rocks and rubbing against armor. The fitting were secure but oviously had to be reset numerous times. The fittings were slightly mismatched, where one was obviously of lesser quality than the original in mimicked. The silk tsuka ito was worn and stained with blood and sweat, and while wrapped tightly, was not as elegantly done as it once was. Even the kashira, which thankfully was not cracked, had been flattened in some areas where it had obviously been hammered against someone or some thing.\n\n\"When I first set out as a young man, my lord gave me this sword. It was a beautiful weapon that I have kept at my side for many, many years. Unfortunately, that is not the same blade... Nor is it even the fourth blade. I have had to scavenge blades after battle to replace broken ones, and then reattach my fittings. I have struggled to find someone worth of repairing something so important.\"\n\nHe moved his strong, intense gaze over to the Crane.\n\n\"I hope I can rely on the *Legendary* Pride and craftsmanship of the Crane in this matter.\"\n\nThe words said were so much shallower than the meaning conveyed in his eyes. This sword was *Important* To Akodo, as much as a symbol as it was a weapon.\n\n\"I realize that parts of it may not be salvageable and need to be replaced completely, but that is why I require someone of great skill. A worn weapon such as this needs to be refined, perhaps reforged, to be of use in court here in the City of Stories. And if the honorable Crane is able to accomplish this great task, I know of many, many more in company who have similar katana.\""
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "While in polite conversation the handling or presentation of weapons might be taken as a veiled threat, it was well established that this was a meeting all about weaponry. He nodded, reaching out a hand to place it on the handle. **\"Please excuse me, but may I?\"** The asking was a formality, but a necessary one. Upon receiving assent, he drew out the blade, slipping his other hand into its sleeve to use the cloth as a covering. Resting the spine of the blade on his forearm, his keen eyes examined the length.\n\nIf the saya was battered, the blade was a shipwreck. Chips and chunks were missing all along its length. While great attention had been paid to the honing and sharpening of the edge, as well as the oiling of the metal, Daiki speculated that much of its cutting power was now due to the serrations that the edge damage left. It would not have the smooth, deadly cut of a younger blade. While his voice held no judgment, it was difficult to keep the pained expression from his eyes.\n\n**\"This blade has indeed seen many battles, and harsh ones at that,\"** He said, turning it so one flat and then the other rested on his arm to examine both surfaces. **\"No cracks... A very slight corkscrew... No doubt caught in an enemy or obstacle and twisted forcefully... Though it's clear someone of moderate skill at least attempted to bend that back out.\"**\n\nLifting the blade from his forearm, he recovered the saya and slid it deftly back into place, but it stopped short of the typical *Clack* Of contact with the guard, leaving some of the habiki exposed.\n\n**\"I can certainly reforge this. It appears that the weapon your blade was salvaged from was made for a samurai taller than you. That will give me some extra material to work with,\"** He said with a nod. His stormy blue eyes flicked over to the Akodo and he searched him for a moment. **\"You wouldn't by any chance have any of the original blade left, would you?\"** He said slowly. **\"Perhaps as a keepsake or memento?\"**\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "Akodo watched as Doji appraised the naked blade, he could see surprise in the boy's eyes, even after Akodo had warned of it. He felt a pang of regret and embarrassment at letting it get this bad. He had labored over polishing and caring for the blade as best he could, but when in the middle of the mountains at the spine of the world, there were not always the supplies you wished.\n\n\"I... Tried once. I broke the blade in the shoulder of a...\" He spoke the words in a way he obviously didn't believe them \"Scorpion ronin... Too long ago to remember. I pulled it out after the battle and the blade looked little better than what you hold there. A smith tried reforming it for me, but it broke when I tried to parry a...\" He paused as he realized his next words might offend, \"Azure bandit. Unfortunately he gave me better than I gave him.\" Akodo unconsciously rubbed at one of the faint scars on the back of his right hand, \"In my arrogance and anger, I did not save any pieces. Thankfully my senior officer at the time saved what remains here for me, and taught me much about respect for my weapon and the realities of warfare. After that, I never tried to reforge blades, I took the best there was available and moved on.\"\n\nBut then there was something he had kept all these years, and it only now came back to him.\n\nAkodo reached up to the chain holding his haori closed, and he undid it. Small gemstones linked the two sides together on a chain.\n\n\"This was given to me by my father, but it had been damaged, and my captain at the time a bit of the metal of my sword, as well as the enemy captain's sword forged into these...\" \n\nWhere most men wore a haori-himo that was cord, Akodo had one that was chain. There were a few emerald and onxy beads on the chain, but most of its length was a decorative chain.\n\n\"It celebrated my first command of my own unit.\"\n\nHe held it out to the bladesmith, \"I know it is not much, but it is about as sentimental as I get with these things.\"\n\n\"I understand you may need to make a new blade. The Menuki and tsuba are original, as is the habaki and the kashira, though as you can see they are terribly formed now. I would appreciate honoring them in whatever you deem necessary to replace.\" He tore his eyes away from the blade in the Crane's hands and returned it to the garden around them.\n\n\"When I plan a garden, I have a vision. When I am finished, that vision is realized as perfectly as I can.\" He paused to gesture to the one around them, \"But the Kami take that vision, and in years the trees and plants have grown in ways I never foresaw, and it is always more beautiful to me then.\"\n\nHe returned his gaze back to Doji, with a bit of vulnerability that wasn't there before. \"I trust in the artistry.\""
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "Reaching out a hand that was easily as weathered as the lion's, Daiki took the chain and slipped it into his sleeve. The forge was his first real love, but it was not an easy mistress. Between heat and force and incessant pounding and working of hard steel, his fingers had not maintained the same pristine quality as his face had. He considered all of the pieces at play.\n\n**\"While it is not entirely necessary, I believe a piece of the original 'soul' is important,\"** He said, lifting the sleeve where the chain had been stowed. **\"The fact that it contains the metal of one enemy's blade and the current blade is that of another is... Perhaps appropriate. Shinsei supposedly said, 'we must be careful who we single out as our enemy, for in doing so we make ourselves a little more like them.' The awareness of how your past battles have shaped your 'soul' should help remind you of that wisdom.\"**\n\nIn the intervening silence, Daiki picked his following words carefully. It was not that he thought the lion delicate. However, this was a tense situation, and he must speak with both delicacy and candor. **\"You know the relationship between our clans,\"** He said, a serious edge behind the simple words. **\"I cannot promise on behalf of all Crane everywhere that they will immediately drop all prejudice against the Lion. However,\"** He said, again slowing the pace of his words to choose with delicacy. **\"I believe that our two clans have much to benefit from one another in the city. If you find my work to your liking, well...\"\"** He paused, holding out his hand and flipping it back and forth in a gesture of uncertainty. **\"Perhaps we can make further arrangements for more than just this one work.\"**\n\nThese were dicey waters for Daiki. He knew his craft, but he was not a negotiator. If the lion tried to haggle with him here and now, he could claim offense at bringing up the impolite subject of money, but that might risk damaging the idea of an arrangement.\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "\"When I was a boy, I would ask my father to tell me stories about the Day of Thunder, as I am certain we all did. It took all the clans coming together, giving their best, to win and save them Empire.\" Akodo took one of the cherry blossom petals in his hand and played with it before letting it flit away, \"I take my role as defender of the Empire, and right hand of the throne very seriously. Politics and alliances come and go, but we are at our best when we work together. Kintsugi is beautiful for a reason, and the empire is nothing if not an example of the most profound and precious Kintsugi. We are taught that that in combat one truly gets see the color and character of another. It is also the crucible that forges us into the best version of ourselves. I would not be the man I am today had the man who wielded that blade not chosen the life he did, nor cut me with it. As a warrior, I am not at my best without a sword made by a man like yourself, yet your craft also relies on samurai to wield the blades. The Yin and the Yang.\"\n\nAkodo shifted slightly in his seated pose, feeling the tension of being in one position for a long period of time.\n\n\"A blade forged by a once enemy become friend, to wield against another enemy in service of the Empire? This is a mighty sword indeed.\"\n\nHe let the edges of a smile play on his face, \"As I mentioned, show me the quality of your artistry, and I have many, many more blades with similar stories.\""
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "It was an open-ended response, but it had been an open-ended proposition, so that was little discouragement to Daiki. Still, he felt a little unsatisfied leaving the matter there. Katsuhiro had so far been amicable and did not seem to harbor any hatred for him or his clan. A little more prodding might not hurt.\n\n**\"And what of samurai in need of entirely new items?\"** It was not the kind of promise the Aokodo could make not having seen any results thus far, but Daiki wanted to put the bug into his ear nonetheless. Some of it was a desire to further the growth of the Crane's influence. Some of it was a desire to grow his body of work. He was not entirely sure which motivated him more now, but regardless, he felt that either one or the other or both could be helped immensely with such an arrangement.\n\nDaiki broke eye contact, not wishing to pressure the older samurai for an immediate answer. Instead, a polite redirection away from what the Crane might provide and a nudge towards the other end of that balancing scale. **\"You mentioned not only positions in the garrison, but also an ambassadorship?\"** Normally such a subject would be entirely innocent. In the moment, however, given its juxtaposition, it was a not-so-subtle inquiry about more than just what Akodo did. Rather it became a question about what he *Could* Do in the future.\n\n*I am more than happy to scratch your back... But money is not the only means of reciprocation to be had in a deal. How might you scratch mine? Do not push him... Let him come up with his own answer. Whatever it is, I will bring it back to the embassy to consider.*\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "Akodo kept his patience has his attempt at subtly did not seem to land with the bladesmith. *Neither of us are Ambassadors or courtiers at court.* After a moment of pregnant silence, Doji seemed to continue on, this time with a question. Was that what he was after? Well, as he was not someone who could speak for his clan, let alone his clan here, it was understandable he would need to know the shape of things.\n\n\"I am a Taisa of Akodo and the Lion clan.\" None of this was secret, it would only be a matter of time for anyone to find out the information, \"Though it would be rude of me to bring my legion here. As we have no wars at hand I brought only my personal guard with me after hearing about the... Issues... With the Unicorn clan which, thank the Kami, seem to have smoothed over.\"\n\nIn fact, one of the things he was going to have to do is secure additional accommodations for the all the senshi he brought with him.\n\n\"I will be here with Ambassador-dono while the lay of the land is established, and make sure that none of the Lion interests are... Disturbed, again.\"\n\nHe raised a slight eyebrow to see if perhaps this was the answer that Doji Daiki had been looking for."
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "*So a military figure, not a political one. However, for the Lion clan, those two things are not as far removed from one another as in some others.*\n\nDaiki nodded thoughtfully along with Katsuhiro's words. It was not quite the question he had hoped would get through. The lion might be playing coy, but it did not seem his way to do so. Most likely, the hidden question had not been caught, or else he did not see fit to answer it just yet.\n\n*Another reminder that I may know a little about political maneuvering, but I am not the best practitioner of it. For our next meeting, I believe it would be wise to bring in a more experienced negotiator.*\n\nIn the end, Daiki knew his place as one who does and one who makes, not as one who makes moves. Still, he would own his part in the grand maneuvering. One who could do or one who could make who worked in a valuable practice could be a decisive stone placed on the go board.\n\n*I'm much better with dueling analogies than go analogies...*\n\nFor a moment, he considered whether he would need to take measurements for the new blade. After all, the old blade may be the wrong size, but the saya was original. Still, these pieces were made when the seasoned warrior had been in his youth. His body could have grown or shrunk a little since then, and it's very possible that a Lion smith might have produced the original quickly in the course of furnishing a large number of troops.\n\nRising smoothly to his feet, Daiki turned to his companion. **\"Please excuse me, Akodo-sama, but I must ask you to stand so that I may take proper measurements. It would not do for your sword to not be in perfect proportion to your arm. It must, after all, be an extension of your arm, and I cannot properly make it so without taking proper account.\"**\n\nReaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a tightly wound, narrow roll of silk with hash marks and numbers along one edge. Then he paused to see if the lion needed a hand in rising.\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "Akodo smiled as the smith asked him to rise and take his measurements, to which the soldier was more than happy to do. He stood and held out his sword hand in a way that showed he was familiar with the process. \n\n\"I prefer my katana slightly longer than is custom, just shy of two and half a half shaku, and same with the tsuka at about eight and a half sun. The extra length gives me a little more maneuverability and reach in a duel.\"\n\nAkodo had fought with many katana of varying lengths over the years, and often not even with his own in the chaos of the fight. But he also would not tell the man how to do his job. He was relying on this Crane to know his trade and a good general had the wisdom to find the right people and the intelligence to get out of there way.\n\n\"It has been a long time since I've been properly measured, however.\""
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "As the younger samurai moved around his subject, moving his arm this way and that, taking the lengths of his arm and the width of his hand, he let out a small tut. **\"No wonder you prefer longer blades. Your arm has grown considerably since this saya was made for you.\"** He wondered whether the man had been measured at all since his gempuku. **\"Those numbers are still slightly on the long side, but within the standard range of acceptable length. Still...\"**\n\nFinishing his measurements, Daiki paused for a moment. He reached behind his body, down to his obi and pulled loose his katana. **\"I wonder if you would maintain your opinion when handling a light, clean-edged blade. The length of a sword does make a target easier to reach, but it also makes your draw slower. More friction, and further distance to draw in order to bare the entire sword.\"** He turned the sword around and offered the entire thing, sheath and all, to Katsuhiro.\n\n**\"Try for yourself. Prepare your mind for the draw, and then see if a shorter blade like mine feels any better when the edge is fresher.\"** He had come close to saying 'less damaged,' but to make further unnecessary comments about the damage that the lion's sword had taken seemed unnecessary, and could perhaps be interpreted as a sleight on him for carrying such a weapon.\n\nDaiki stepped back, standing behind Katsuhiro and folding his hands into the sleeves of his kimono. It was not a move he had planned on. Still, the lion had entrusted his blade to a relative stranger. What kind of man would Daiki be if he could not return the favor? Besides, this was indeed a vital consideration. If the lion had only known Lion-made mass produced instruments of battle and not true dueling weapons, and if since then all of his blades had been scavenged, he was not making a fully informed decision.\n\n*We shall see what he thinks.*\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "The Lion raised an eyebrow in surprise when Doji offered him his katana to try out. It was not a move he was used to, and found it slightly refreshing. Akodo was not often surprised by something new. A foe on the battlefield, or his own misstep at court? Yes. But something novel? No. \n\nHe took the sword with a slight bow and both hands, feeling the weight of it. *It's lighter than I expected, even given the sight length difference*He unsheathed the Katana slightly, feeling the gentle tug as the blade come free, and then smooth and silent. If silence could be music to his ears it would be. The feeling was almost beautiful and that it had become so foreign saddened him.\n\nHe felt the weight in his hand, and rather than balance it on his wrist as Doji had done, Akodo took a step back and turned, slicing through the air and listening to the quality of the sound as it cut. *Was there almost a tone to it? Can they do that?*\n\nHe slipped the saya into his obi and then held the blade in a few of his stances, taking a handful of test cuts, before sheathing the blade. He then, slowly to not concern anyone, drew the blade in one of the first nukiuchi that was ever taught. The blade felt firm in the saya but cut nicely.\n\n\"It feels good. I would almost hate to use something like this in battle.\"\n\nHe slowly slid it back out and handed the blade respectfully back to Doji.\n\n\"I shall trust your judgement, Doji-san. It does feel good, but the tsuka I would like to keep on the long size. Perhaps it's just what my hands have gotten used to.\" He did not want to imply the bladesmith had small hands. He imagined that might be considered insulting to someone in his profession."
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "*Hate to use something like this in battle... That is one place we differ.*\n\nPerhaps it was a matter of his upbringing, of his wealth and privilege, or perhaps it was never having been conscripted for battle. They had, after all, lived very different lives, and Daiki's experience was much shorter. And yet...\n\n*If I would not trust my life to a blade, I would not wish to use that blade in a fight.*\n\nHe accepted the sword back with both hands, bowing as he received it and tucking it back into his belt. **\"I do not wish to simply impose my will upon yours,\"** He said, shaking his head slightly. **\"Nor do I wish my test to prove a point against your preferences. You are a seasoned warrior. You know your style and the overall use of your weapons in a way that I cannot. I was concerned and wished you to make an informed decision. Nothing more.\"**\n\nAgain, he inclined his head, both as a show of respect to the warrior as well as a proffered apology had his words been seen as insolent supposition. **\"The sword must fit the warrior. Not the other way around. Tell me in earnest, does a shorter blade or a longer one fit your use better now that you have felt the draw on a shorter weapon?\"**\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "Akodo actually offered Doji a friendly smile at the man's words.\n\n\"I appreciate the deference, Doji-san, but I have had to grow accustomed to whatever I have in my hands. The longer blade suits the field of battle where every extra shaku helps, but you are right that it is less suited perhaps for draw. I am not on the field of battle any longer and much more likely to deal with a duel or an assassin.\"\n\nHe considered their words, then gave a nod solidifying his decision.\n\n\"Akodo-Kami-sama once said that a good general finds the right person and then trusts them to know what's best. Let us go with your suggestion, and if I need a longer one for war, maybe you can make that one as well.\" Akodo was growing excited to see what the smith could do."
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "As soon as the word 'assassin' came out of Katsuhiro's mouth, Daiki's mind was made up. If the lion were in a high enough position to warrant an assassination, then speed on the draw could save his life.\n\n*A slightly shorter blade... Not so much that it is uncomfortable to adjust, but enough to close that hair's breadth margin on intercepting an assassin's blade or... Not.*\n\nWith that, he gave a firm nod. **\"Yosh!\"** He faced Katsuhiro properly, bending fully at the waist. **\"I am honored by your patronage, Akodo-sama. Your blade should take one week to reforge. I shall send word as the day approaches of where we shall meet-\"**\n\nBefore he straightened up, he clenched his eyes shut and rapped his fingers against his forehead. Straightening up, he sighed. **\"I did not even think to ask. Should I also see to your wakizashi? Not that I am eager to deprive you of any protection, but it is a poor craftsman who hands over a work that does not visually complement its surrounding elements. And furthermore, is there a tanto or other side arm that aught to be maintained with its brothers?\"**\n\nIt was above and beyond what was needed perhaps, but the Kakita were nothing if not thorough. Besides, the more he knew about the lion's weapons, the better he could service them and fit his needs as a warrior.\n\n*If he were to die with one of my blade's in his hands after surviving this long, it would do more than call my craftsmanship into question.*\n||"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "Akodo turned a warm expression when he saw the excitement and dedication that Doji was displaying. Yes, he was very excited to see what this young man would come up with.\n\n\"Unfortunately, a Lion cannot ever be without weapons. I will have one of my men bring my wakazashi and tanto to you tomorrow, once I have picked a space daisho I can use in the mean time. For now, you can begin with that.\" Akodo had originally been unsure of delivering the whole set to the Crane, but he was pleased that he was invested enough that having the set match was important to him. \"I give you my word the other two are in a state of repair you would find acceptable.\" At that he could not help but hold back a jovial, well meaning chuckle. Perhaps unsightly, but they were discussing deeply personal matters already.\n\n\"You have me excited to see your craftsmanship. I can already tell this week shall feel an eternity.\"\n\nHe gave Doji Daiki a deeper bow than strictly necessary, though not quite as low as Doji had.\n\n\"Should you need anything else, such as any information for engravings or questions of patterns, feel free to send a runner to the embassy, I will let them know they might be expecting a messenger from the Crane. Otherwise, I look forward our next meeting, Doji Daiki-San.\" And with that, the elder samurai left."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Tonight was like any other within the Scorpion Gardens. The moon illuminated gracing the ponds, flora, and those that walked under its gleam. During the day many Samurai and other nobles walked through the tourist section. A very popular place among those of great status. However, when night came, only a few caretakers roamed alongside the various animals living in its ecosystem. Very often, few would find solace in these peaceful hours. One of those select few was Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto. \n\nAfter he was promoted and sent to the city, this was one of the few places the man could find serenity. Ryoko Owari Toshi; the city of lies. Its ambiance often haunted the Magistrate. Here you had many enemies and yet, a scarce amount of friends. In a way, this place could be an escape, finding calm in the storm of a city. Thus here the man sat on the grass, atop his knees Yutos eyes glared down at what sat on his lap. A small hare that found comfort and affection. \n\nThere were many fauna, some exotic and others common within the bounds of their little paradise. Yuto often spent time and tended to them, thus he sat amongst a group of them. He wasn't the most experienced in tending to plants and flowers, but giving the proper caretakers a break from the animals was sufficient. This is where one didn't have to shed themselves of feeling, giving, and receiving a genuine embrace. \n\nThe large Scorpion let his hair decorate the shoulders they coated. With only a red silk ribbon holding a bunch in a topknot. That same silk was probably what the man used as his veil to cover his face. Although Yuto found no need to hide while being here. Wearing a cherry red haori, beneath it was a black kimono, and around the waist a purple obi. Two pieces of His Daisho rested beside him on the grass. Even in the presence of a weapon, the animals were in no discomfort. He certainly wasn't expecting any company, but times like these were the best to find the clan magistrate. \n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The gardens, indeed, were a place of respite and peace. Bayushi Kotori walked slowly down one of the many paths, carrying in one hand a small *Furoshiki* Bundle and cradling her pipa with the other arm. She hummed soft snatches of a song as she walked, often pausing and humming a section again with a slight modification. \n\nDuring one such pause she spotted a familiar figure in the grass, and a smile came unbidden to her lips. Kotori continued her walk which would bring her close by.\n\n\"Bayushi-san, you should wear your hair like that more often.\" \n\nHer own hair was still worn up and decorated with an array of gold and jeweled pins and combs; aside from her baggage, the only thing suggesting she was not ready to enter court immediately was a kimono of more simplistic cut and style.\n\n\"What a beautiful night this is. Would it not be a marvel is all evenings could be so peaceful?\" The question spoken with a wistfulness which only came to those with the hearts of poets and ill-fated lovers.\n\n||"
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"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "*Sayako takes silent steps into this quiet space. She isn't trying to hide herself, but she has been controlling her pace for the better half of her life. She had spent most of the day walking the city among the peasants, slipping through the crowds, taking in every detail, and now welcomes the solitude and more limited exposure the garden offers. Before her, she observes the tall man from behind and the decorated woman beside him, learning what she can before approaching them. Sayako notes their familiarity, as she had with many others today and judges it prudent to err on the side of respect with her as well, at least until she knows exactly who she is. \n\nWhen she is satisfied, Sayako takes silent steps forward. Her own appearance carries an opposing mood to her soon to be magistrate, as well as separating her from the woman as well. Her hair is bundled up and held in place by crossing kanzashi, and her face is covered by her butterfly mask. Her shugenja robes strike a balance between tightness and freedom, allowing her enough comfort, while not also demanding careful movement.\n\nShe stops her approach several paces away, both as a sign of respect and a gesture of non aggression. Her fist presses into the ground and she drops to one knee, her head held low. After a few seconds in this pose, she finally addresses the man without moving and finally makes more noise than the soft click of leather to stone.* \"I heard you are in need of my skills sir? The Soshi family has sent me to be your tool after worrying reports had made their way out of Ryoko Owari Toshi.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "As time passed the man found a pleasurable hum fill his ears. Had he not been sharp he'd have thought the melody to just come to him, but alas Yuto found company. Bayushi Kotori, a woman whom he had just recently welcomed to the city. As of now, there wasn't much for her to do, certain arrangements had not been settled yet. Despite her brief time, he was curious about how she spent it. One could assume fondly with her wrapped furoshiki and pipa. \n\n\"Your plaudits' well received, Bayushi-san, I find it normally gets in the way when exercising my work so I choose to wear it up most of the time.\" He replied, speaking in his usual meek tone. Yuto figured to properly greet the woman, standing up he gently cradled the Hare in his arms. Letting the other small fauna scatter about as he raised himself to full height. Bowing enough to welcome her presence and not to disturb the Hares comfort in his arms. \n\n\"The peaceful nights are always appreciated, but what truly makes them a marvel are those you find under the moonlight.\" He spoke and smiled afterward. Continuing: \"Your rays haven't gone dim, I take it the city has treated you well?\" He inquired softly. \n\nIt was then he took notice of yet another presence. Stopping several paces, his eyes squinted not detecting any danger. Of course, her abundant colors and fashion choices said as much. After she exchanged brief words, he extended a bow. Properly greeting the woman. \n\n\"Soshi Sayako, I had not expected you so soon. Forgive the errant setting of our meeting. I am Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, acting Magistrate of the Scorpion here in the city. Welcome.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Seeing such a physically imposing man holding such an adorable creature was so unexpected, and just so charming, that the little Scorpion could not help but laugh. There was no scorn or mockery there, just undisguised delight. \n\n\"I see you have already found pleasant company, Bayushi-san.\" She nodded to indicate the hare, which seemed completely at ease in Yuto's arms. \n\n\"This city is like a puzzle box filled with shadows.\" She glanced up towards the night sky momentarily. \"But I enjoy puzzles. I have made the acquaintance of several samurai of other clans, most of which have been very cordial. And, I met Tansaku-sama. She is a very clever woman.\" \n\nShe was poised to speak again, when another figure seemed to melt out of the darkness. A woman wearing an exquisite butterfly shaped mask greeted Yuto deferentially and introduced herself. She appeared to be a recent addition to the city, even more newly arrived than herself. \n\nWaiting patiently for an opportune moment, she dipped into an elegant, respectful bow. \"Good evening to you, Soshi-san. I am Bayushi Kotori. Please, excuse me. I am sure you two have much to discuss.\" Kotori smiled pleasantly to the both of them, inclining her head. \n\n\"I shall be in the Pavillion further into the gardens, should you like to hear a spot of music.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "*Sayako raises her head to nod and acknowledge the short, beautiful woman and her words. Her attention then returns to the man.*\"You needn't apologize, sir.\" *She responds softly. Stray strands of hair fall and cover parts of her face, but she remains still. She is focused on making the best impression possible and does her best to demonstrate full respect.*\n\n\"I often have to meet people at weird times of day and weird locations, as I assume you can imagine. It comes with my line of duty. Are there any details you can give me on what you need. My briefing was very vague.\" *The breeze blows through the garden and makes her robes dance gently with it. The kamis of the wind had always favored her, and were never too far from her side. Their touch tells her to relax, that she shall have plenty of time to prove herself, and needn't get things perfect.*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The scorpion had always been fond of animals growing up, here he knew how to handle and take care of them. Upon seeing Kotori let out a laugh, the man felt a sense of pride. Hare were cautious and frightened creatures, yet here one was within his arms feeling a sense of security. Yuto normally would not conduct himself or show emotion so openly, but this place was like his solitude. \n\n\"It gladdens me to know your time here has been pleasant. Soon you'll be able to put those acquaintances of yours to good use.\" He spoke briefly before giving Sayako his attention. \n\nThe Soshi quite certainly had a unique personality. She seemed ready to go, though Yuto however had intended to enjoy the night. It was late and this was a rather informal setting, a proper introduction would have to come sooner. \n\n\"First, come. Tell me about yourself, Soshi-san. The night would be wasted if we did not enjoy it. I can brief you on a few matters, but I'll save the most for a more formal meeting.\" He gestured her to follow, as the Rokugo did seek to hear Kotoris music. It was good to acquaint all his agents, now was a better time than ever. If they were newly arrived, they could go over specific matters. \n\nKneeling down, he set the little rabbit softly so he could run off and be with the others. Enjoying his time with the animals, he now had to focus on the two women in his presence. \"Knowing your skillset Soshi-san would allow me to utilize you to your favorable advantage.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori departed before the two other Scorpion, resuming her humming as she did. Perhaps twenty feet away, she stopped abruptly, and then hurried as fast as she could towards the pavillion where she had encountered Tansaku; she'd had a break-through with her song, and did not want to forget it. \n\nFortunately lanterns had already be lit in the open sided structure, casting a warm, pleasing glow all around. \n\nA portable writing set was produced with great haste along with a writing book, and she proceeded to almost frantically transcribe her composition. After a few minutes of work, the brush was placed down with a triumphant smile. \n\n\"Another section completed,\" Kotori remarked to no one in particular, still smiling. Pleased at her progress, she sat down there and began running through some warm-up exercises, fingers moving with a speed and dexterity that would impress even some of the best confidence tricksters. \n\n||"
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"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "\"As you wish.\" *The young shugenja returns to her feet as requested and approaches the two clan-mates and stands by their sides. She breaths for a moment, trying to compose her thoughts. The wind picks up a bit, catching the trio in it's caress. As the woman leaves, Sayako briefly feels regret for not answering sooner, feeling she gave the impression that she didn't feel comfortable sharing them in her presence. Regardless, she finishes composing her thoughts and begins to answer.* \n\n\"My skill set is focused on the many aspects of subterfuge and espionage. The wind kami have favored me since I was young, and aid me in this.\" *Sayako reaches up to her mask and pulls it off with one hand, and makes small gestures with the other. By the time her face is revealed and turned her head towards the man, it has changed in appearance enough to allow others to think her to be her own cousin, or someone else.* \"They can disguise my face-\" *She accentuates this statement by calling the kami to change her face again, this time with more overt gestures. Many features remain similar, like her soft eyes, but enough change has occurred that it would be effective in a pinch.* \"For example. With more effort they can change my entire body more substantially. I also have them carry messages vast distances for me, and they can make unwanted observers oblivious to my actions.\" *Sayako then turns to return looking over the garden and pauses for a moment, not knowing if she should bring up how she also uses them to heal those that are injured. She decides against it, as it isn't doesn't aid her primary focus, but the smallest twitch in her face betrays that minor conflict*\n\n\"As it would be foolish to rely on the kami exclusively and exhaust their good will, I have practiced how to accomplish similar tasks on my own. I have learned how to use make-up to alter my appearance, and even behave like those of the other clans.\" *Pride fills her voice a bit as she explains the skills she's worked hard on cultivating.* \" I can share their values, mimic their bravado,their greed, I know enough of their customs that I can truly be believed to be one of their own. When I have been accepted, I can maneuver among them, taking note of those small things they would rather not say and manipulate them to aid our ends.\" *And as she revealed her capabilities to the young magistrate, she hadn't once looked in his direction for a second time, preferring the tranquil view.*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He raised an eyebrow as Kotori who walked before them suddenly bolted to the Pavillion. However, he didn't turn his attention away from Sayako. As the wind graced them with its kiss Yuto pushed his hair back, letting it fall down his shoulders and Back. Walking slowly as she explained her espionage and other exploits, to openly admit this was bold. It showed a great deal of trust and dedication to her assigned Lord. \n\nHis eyes widened in near disbelief, changing her face not once but multiple times. Had he not known of the possibility Yuto may have passed out witnessing it. Keeping his stoic nature, the Scorpion was able to maintain a solid face. \n\n\"These skills are quite valuable but must be used with caution. I seek not to put you in such situations so soon, as you've just arrived in the city.\" He spoke gently, valuing the lives of his subordinates. However, when she turned away, taking a moment before continuing with the Wind Kami. He sensed something was amiss. || Investigation 4 - Notice Emphasis || \n\n\"Taking on identifying as others and delivering messages vast distances without notice is quite a skill. But it is not befitting for you, you will need other skills to maintain your guise. What else can you do?\" \n\nHe continued walking, stopping just before they reached the Pavillion. Whether or not she wanted to share more information was up to her. However, as a Magistrate, he was taught to see between the lines of these interactions. \n\n\"There is another Shugenja I'd like to put you in contact with. Yogo no Tansaku Kiyo, a kuge who serves as our wardmaster in the city. You'll find she isn't as enthusiastic, but her duty is unquestionable. I sense you two will find an asset in one another when achieving your goals.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Once settled in what was quickly becoming one of her favorite places to practice, the little Scorpion began to play. It began as a playful, sweet melody, light and airy. But, after a time, that same melody changed key and became richer, fuller, more sensual. The tempo changed as well, a jaunty run through a field of wildflowers slowed to an intimate walk beneath the stars through that same field, fingertips brushing together under the cover of sheltering darkness. Then, it changed again, the melody all but disappearing behind a fast, aggressive flow of notes: anger, conflict, betrayal. \n\nAs she played, the expression on Kotori's face was transcendent. Her eyes were at times tightly closed and brows knit as though in pain, and at others, her lashes trembled like one shyly awaiting a kiss. Her head swayed and nodded ever so slightly in time with the song.\n\nA sudden shiver stopped the song abruptly. What was that wind? How very peculiar. It been a calm night before that, with little more than a gentle breeze blowing, and while the wind had by no means been a gale, it swept in so suddenly Kotori could not help but stop and lean over, looking towards the sky. Was there a storm coming? She listened hard for the sounds of distant thunder, but hearing none, she resolved she would practice for just a bit longer.\n\nTaking advantage of the pause, she made a few more notes to her transcription. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "\"That is wise. I yet have to truly understand who should be avoided, and who can be exploited.\" *Sayako continues to stare in the distance, listening to and pondering the man's words. She thinks about how much to reveal to him and starts hearing a beautiful song begin playing in the distance. The gentle and light parts of the melody, the serene night, and Yuto's words give her confidence to reveal the talent her family frowned upon during her training.* \"We are in agreement, on that point, sir. Simply playing the part doesn't fully convince others that you are on their side.\" *Still, she relies on trying to couch these talents in how useful they are, but Sayako is convinced that at least that way he will accept them.* \"I find that they are more willing to accept you if they find you useful as well. If you help them, even if it is to the temporary detriment to the clan.\"\n*She reaches up slowly and pulls one of her kanzashi free, letting her hair fall a bit as some strands come loose.* \"I put myself often in a role primed just to do that. The kind shugenja that uses the spirits to aid others.\" *She turns to her superior and looks straight into his eyes, conveying how truthfully she believes her own words.* \"One who dedicates her life to those who are ailing in some way. Who heals the sick and injured.\" *She leaves out the part about how being seen that way gives her a sense of joy outside of fulfilling her mission. The shugenja then moves to demonstrate this ability as well. She takes the kanzashi and jabs her arm. Not so deep as to risk seriously damaging her, but deep enough that it is obviously more than a small poke.\n\nThrough gritted teeth, she tugs a bit on the tool, then drops it and starts chanting. She keeps her arm displayed to Yuto as she calls on the nearby water spirits to aid her, and soon the sign of their involvement becomes apparent. While the effects take longer to manifest, the blood flow begins to slow a little for those who are observant enough to catch it.*"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The sweet melody in the background was drowned out by the shock that was Sayako. Her willingness to do these demonstrations was quite ghastly. Yuto, a warrior trained to be more than a mere sword-wielding samurai had been desensitized to many things. Yet the woman made the Man think and question her depths. She seemed the sort to fulfill any order given, while she didn't seem inherently dreadful or abominable. Sayako certainly had a desire to prove herself. \n\nKeeping a stoic face he spoke, \"You know, a mere explanation would have been nice. While your judgment is not yet questioned, I hope such extremities aren't displayed to others. Unless necessity demands it.\" He made sure not to sound too disciplinary. Truth be told he was still surmising an impression of the Soshi. The last two Soshi he met didn't make good impressions, and judging by his relations, their family sending one to aid him brought suspicion. \n\n\"Your skills will be put to use and appreciated. I'm certain you'll get along quite well with Tansaku-san. Since we've clearly assessed your skills, I suppose you can ask whatever inquiries you possess.\" \n\nIt was around that time he finally decided to enter the Pavillion. Joining Kotori as she played her melody, a perfect guise to wash their conversation beneath the sound. That and Yuto simply wanted to hear her talents. \"I hope we aren't disturbing you, Bayushi-san.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Little feet kicked slightly as she bent over her book and transcribed more of her newest work, humming all the while. \n\n\"I hope we aren't disturbing you, Bayushi-san.\"\n\n\"Not at all, Rokugo-san! I am delighted you have chosen to favor me with your presence.\" She looked up at him (or the both of them, if Sayako accompanied him) with a bright smile, shaking her brush off over the side of the pavilion. \"There was the most curious wind a few moments ago!\" Adjusting her posture, she settled her pipa in its proper place in her lap and made a minute adjustment to a tuning peg.\n\n\"Please, allow me to entertain you,\" The little Scorpion's eyes were still smiling, though the rest of her expression was composed and serious as befitted a trained performer.\n\nShe began a different song then, slow and calming. The way she was able to manipulate the strings made it sound almost as if there were two people playing at once, the tonal chords still sounding even as other notes were played. This song had a melody that evoked the sound of gentle waves lapping at a shoreline, glittering under the light of Lord Moon while a cool breeze fluttered one's clothes. A sense of being alone, but not loneliness. Serenity in the presence of one's thoughts. Calm. *Peace.* ||"
},
{
"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "*Sayako continues her chant, tuning out the world to effectively guide the spirits in mending her self-inflicted wound. After several moments, the wound is sealed like new. She then reaches into her pouch for a bandage and cleans the remaining blood from her wound and the hair stick.*\n\n*Seeing Yuto's still response, Sayako questions her decision to go so far. She takes a second to digest where she may have gone wrong and then respond.* \"Of course, sir. My apologies. I just figured seeing a demonstration would be more effective than merely being told. I swear that I don't make a habit of harming myself, it just is such a minor thing when you have abilities like that. Not pleasant, but in instances like that, it is similar to getting whacked by bokken during training for me.\"\n\n*She walks by the man, and slips the Kanzashi back into her hair and reattaches the mask to her face.* \"I have two major things on my mind, one of which you said we would address formally. My second question is what is Tansaku-san like? How does she tend to wield the power of the spirits?\" \n\n*Their walk brings them back in the presence of the young woman, she gives her another small bow.* \"That wind was likely from me, Bayushi-san. The wind spirits have always had an affinity for me, and usually aren't that far away. It usually isn't all that noticeable unless I exert myself and my abilities.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Smiling as Kotori assured them they had not disturbed her. The Rokugo took his seat as she began to play her music, he of course waited for Soshi Sayako to get seated before continuing their conversation. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes. Clearing his head, the vassal was a troubled man and used these Gardens as an escape. With a deep breath, he found Zen, opening both irises as they reflected off the natural light. || Void 4 - Clear Mind || \n\n\"I cannot detail the extent of Tansaku-san's capability. However, she is a practical woman, a realist. The Wardmaster has skillsets outside of spellcasting, I believe you two will find one another acceptable. She spends much of her time in the temple district in the city tending to the shrines.\" He spoke softly, not wanting to interrupt Kotoris playing. Of course, he'd eventually turn and address her talent. \n\n\"I was never good with any instruments, you're quite the talent to use one so flawlessly. Once you've been installed as management over the Gardens, I believe you'll attract many assets.\" He smiled, before shifting his gaze back to Sayako. \n\n\"Soon I will be organizing a meeting with our trustworthy agents within the City. Since I believe you to be one of them, I'll let you know the time and place. For now, I'd like you to build connections and get on well with our other associates. There are other great clans here in the city that do not trust us, we must strive to change that.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The song continued on for a few minutes—not so long as to drag, but not so short as to seem incomplete either—before coming to a soft, sort of twinkling end, like the last breeze blowing across a lake before sunrise, still caught in that magical period between night and day. After the final note stopped, Kotori looked up at both her audience members and sighed, pleased.\n\n\"I am honored my song pleased you, Rokugo-san. The few Fortunes which blessed me were very generous in their gifts.\" Resting her instrument across her lap, she flexed delicate fingers a few times as though to relax tired muscles. \"I look forward to fulfilling my duties. I have already begun making efforts to forge connections with members of other clans.\"\n\nShe glanced over to Sayako and smiled. \"The wind was unexpected, but pleasant. You are clearly much loved by the kami.\" \n\n\"I also had the pleasure of meeting Tansaku-sama several days ago. She is an impressive woman in many respects. I found her to be quite serious of mien, but extremely devoted to her craft. That is a sentiment I can appreciate.\" Kotori let out a little peal of musical laughter. \"In fact, I encountered her in this very spot.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "*The shugenja gives a short nod of acknowledgement, and a sharp and respectful* \"Understood, sir.\" *She inwardly builds an image of this Tansaku-san, trying to plan for this new contact to make* \"I will try and meet with her soon.\" *Sayako finds herself a little eager to meet people outside the scorpion clan as well. The world without masks seems far brighter to live in, in her view. Sure there are always people playing roles and political games to their end, but it isn't to the same degree. The mention of being allowed into such an important meeting brings a smile to her under her mask.* \"I am honored, sir. You can count on me to be there, and I will reward your trust as soon as I have an opportunity.\" \n\n*Sayako enjoys the peace of the night and whatever music Kotori graces them with for a little while longer. But as her business seems to have concluded, she does give them both a bow and makes to leave her new companions and rest for the next day. She does pause briefly though as a thought enters her mind.* \"Bayushi-san, seeing as we are likely to be working together, why don't you show me around the gardens and markets tomorrow. Help me see what I have missed.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Happy to hear Kotori was making connections, he listened and quietly enjoyed the song she played. With the new scorpion under his command, certain plans could come to fruition. Soshi Sayako was a fine addition to the list, utilizing her would be tricky, but wild cards were his favorite. Turning over to Kotori he briefly spoke. \n\n\"I often find myself enjoying the company of the animals and other life, once you begin overseeing the gardens. I suppose we'll be spending quite some time together. Of course, if that's pleasurable to you.\" \n\nAs for Sayako herself, the Magistrate turned and saw her soon ready to leave. \"Soshi Sayako, you'll be a great asset to me and the Scorpion Clan. I may have a purpose for you sooner rather than later. Your abilities will greatly benefit us. Thank you, for your dedication.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori continued playing as they all spoke, her tune a pleasant but unremarkable melody. In addition to providing a more relaxed mood for the three of them, it would also do well to cover their voices at least in part. \n\nAt Sayako's mention of visiting the markets and the gardens, Kotori absolutely *Beamed*. \"I would be delighted, Soshi-san! There is so much to see here.\" While she herself for still very far from being an expert on the city, the idea of guiding another person struck her as an important task, even if it was also one she could enjoy.\n\n\"Seeing you with your little woodland friend was utterly charming, Rokugo-san.\" She smiled at the magistrate then, pausing in her song and making another little adjustment to a tuning peg. \"I would be honored if you should favor me with your company, even if I am able to do nothing more for you than provide some entertainment.\" \n\n\n||"
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "It was here that a small meeting was arranged. The Magistrate wanted to check in on his new diplomat, Bayushi Tomura. Whom seemed confident in his abilities, Yuto had placed some responsibilities on him. Curious as to how they went, tasking the young courtier with visiting each of the Embassies to get a feel for the clans and their leaders. Did he discover anything about them? Did he imbue mistrust or place spy's among their ranks? Yuto hoped for some positive news. \n\nThe night was young as the Rokugo stared up at the stars. Watching how they reflected into the various ponds. He himself blended in, seeing as he wore all black, letting his hair fall and disappear into the veil of his clothing. There were things the man himself had to question, reevaluating who he was and what he wanted to be. This Junshin in particular had ambitions, but they'd never be fulfilled if he remained who he was. \n\nOn his waist were both Daisho and the man's own personal mask. Recently he had not been wearing it, as the scorpion wore a face with no expression. In recent experiences, he had to cast aside his emotion like a proper Samurai. Having received so much bad news, the vassal looked forward to hearing something good from Tomura. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura silently walked beside Yuto, looking up to the night sky under his mask.\n\n\"I was always more a night owl,\" He mused, \"I find it's easier to think under the stars, the air seems more agreeable.\" He mused, \"You seem troubled, Rokugo-san, is something the matter?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "His eyes shifted to the younger man, raising a soft smile. Perceptive as he's noticed the Bayushi to be, though often it wasn't hard to read what was on Yutos face. There was much that bothered him, but as of recent, his duty had been questioned. Had he been incompetent? The man dedicated himself to his work, but was left feeling as though it were null. \n\"I'm fine, Bayushi-san, just a lot on my mind. Things will be changing soon and we must prepare for it.\" \n\nHe wouldn't bother anyone else with his burdens, not after all that's happened. One needed to compose themselves properly like a samurai. Thus he brought up the subject of their meeting. \n\"Tell me of your visits to the other Embassies, have you gotten a feel for the clans and their ambitions here?\" \nYuto inquired softly as he stopped near a pond. Watching the sky above reflect into it, he had not indulged much in nature always appreciated it. \n\n\"My hope was that you'd come to understand everyone's positions here within Ryoko Owari Toshi. We've more enemies than ally's, and even they are not for certain our comrades. I was hoping to hear news of your plans to make discreet connections among the populace. Have you made any progress?\" \nIt was clear the man had high expectations for the Bayushi, though that is what the young man set out to do. Hoping to hear some good news he gazed at the scorpion, admiring the craftsmanship of his Mempo. A different style than what he was used to seeing, but nonetheless fine work."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a light nod, \"I am making progress... Although some have made it clear that a foe is all they see us as, you might be hearing some rumors of a 'saddle incident' sometime, for the record, I was being clever.\" He chuckled, \"But for those whom you stressed where to be courted have received me quite warmly.\" He commented on the Lion, \"There was... And unforseen drama though, with our southern kin.\" He said, hinting to the Crab\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The report was expected, their clan was not to be trusted. Especially after last winters debacle, they had a lot to overcome. Luckily there was time and room to correct things. They were both scorpions, the two knew very well they'd forever be foes to all of the empire in efforts to preserve it. \n\n\"I'm glad you were able to recognize where we stand with the other clans. For now, cancel your other visits. With our new Ambassador we'll wait and see what he decides the next step will be. My premonition tells me he'll have much use for you.\" \n\nThem doing anything on their own would simply be undermining and foolish, though the Junshin was fully prepared to take responsibility. Tomura had acted accordingly to his command, thus he couldn't shoulder the consequences should they arise. Yuto didn't foresee the going Bayushi being punished though. \n\n\"What's this saddle incident and drama with the crab you speak of?\" Yuto inquired curiously."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Don't worry about the saddle.\" He said pleasantly, \"But the Crab... Their seemed to be a... Misunderstanding, a samurai approached them, claiming to represent the Scorpion and presented them with... The paper said it was a trade deal but it was ludicrous, an insult to the children of Hida if I ever saw one... Including a marriage deal between the Clan Champion's daughter and the son of this false representative... A Rokugo... It was brought to my attention and handled, I thought you should be aware what *Your kin* Have done.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The man tilted his head at the saddle comment, did something happen with the Unicorn? Before he could tease the courtier about it, he brought up another subject, correlating to the crab. Yutos right eye twitched as he spoke of the details, but what really ticked the vassal wrong was the last comment. Clearing his face of any expression, the man proceeded. \n\n\"Rokugo Ukagahiko has been dealt with. There will be no more tumult with him. I should have known there was more to his folly than that debacle at the Lions Embassy. You've my gratitude for dealing with it and not invoking the crab clans indignation. Despite his heritage, all our actions in the city fall under the credit of the Scorpion. It is not what my 'Kin' has done, but what our clan has.\" \n\nSpeaking respectfully. He gently corrected the Bayushi, not wanting to elicit a spat between them. It's not that he was trifled with him, but those words had stirred a negative reaction within the Magistrate. He'd never acknowledge that fool as one of his kin, but they'd have to take accountability seeing as the man acted for the scorpion. \n\n\"Regardless, you've done well to avert a dissension, I'll make sure you're rewarded. Now tell me of this saddle incident, did all go well at the Ide Residence? Keeping secrets in such matters are no good. The unicorn aren't to be paltered with. Their passion makes them remember, you didn't do what I think you did... Right?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I gave them a saddle,\" He nodded, \"Completely ornamental, non-practical, what better symbol to show one may always find their fortune under the open sky.\" He smiled, \"They took exception to that, but like you said, they are our primary rivals.\" He shrugged, \"But yes, the Unicorn see's us as only foe... But there is something more worrying I muse inform you, about the Crane.\" He seemed to show the slightest of hesitations, leaning in to whisper, \"They... Would want us to make an accident for one of their own... Daidoji-Adohiro.\" He leaned back, \"I don't see how it would serve the Scorpion however, personally I think they are just trying to entrap us, make something they can use against us... They know we're courting the Phoenix as well.\" He said in a hushed tone\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yutos cheeks puffed up as he tried desperately to contain the laughter, finding the obvious fact revealed to be hilarious. He slowly blew out the air as he held back a chuckle, nevertheless he had a smile. \"You gave them a Saddle!? You're certainly bold doing that alone, if you wish to hand gifts like that out to the other clans you'd ought to bring a Yojimbo for backup!.\" He said so amusingly, it wasn't spoken to be scolding. The smile would slowly fade as the young man continued. \n\nThey want us to get rid of one of their own, Daidoji Adohiro.. One could only wonder why. Yuto has met the young man several times, and whilst his maturity could be questioned—he knew nothing of the boys actions. Perhaps he's done something grievous. For now the Rokugo would brush over that topic, and approach the one of real concern. \n\n\"They know of us and the Phoenix...\" He said to himself softly under his breath. It was impossible for them to be compromised in the Shosuro Palace, in regard to internal matters no spy would dare set foot in their domain. The scorpion were too sharp to be challenged in their field. Could they have let it slip outside? In their own embassy? Or perhaps whom the phoenix truly align themselves with is to be questioned.. \n\n\"Good job bringing this information to me, they wanted to setup a follow-up meeting. Now I know we'll need to approach it with caution. Is there anything else of interest or importance you need to discuss?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Like I said, it represents the fortune that could be found where ever one may roam,\" He shrugged with a smile, \"I've sent an invitation to a Yasuki Umeo, in hopes I can persuade him to lend his voice to our... Land dispute,\" The whole bath house situation that is, \"I already owe him for pointing out the... Ronin, that tried to pass himself as a Rokugo, if it aids the Clan as a whole, I would be willing to deepen my debt to him.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The young man seemed to be taking strides and initiative, that was good. Though the upcoming situations would be uncertain, perhaps they'd be able to use the crab somehow. Umeo and Yuto had met previously, perhaps they'll be capable of getting off on some good footing. \n\n\"We won't be indebting ourselves to anyone, it must be on the contrary. Yasuki Umeo, a familiar and friendly face I'm acquainted with. I'd like to sit in on this meeting of yours, I've come with a plan to present for the bathhouse.\" \n\nWorking together is would be best going forward. He'd have to fill the young man in on their negotiations with the Phoenix, if he wasn't already informed of the details. \n\n\"For our follow up meeting with the Phoenix, Shiba Iemon and Asako Sanumo, I'd like you to sit in with me. You establishing relations with their Karo will be important going forward.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a bow to that, \"Of course, I will be happu to be of service.\" He smiled, \"And if you wish to meet with Umeo, I'm sure we can bump into each other, should he choose to accept my invitation.\" He rose from his bow.\n\nAt this point it should be clear the kind of operator Tomura was, he was a man who would remain in the background until needed and engage with other's with nothing but smiles, flattery, and honeyed words, as well as smoothing over things behind the scenes.\n\n\"Is there any more I may do for you, Rokugo-san.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The young man was certainly praiseworthy, but he'd save it for another day. Yuto didn't have anything else for him yet, they had quite the amount of task ahead of them. It was better to focus on those than keep adding, knocking down their goals one at a time.. The bathhouse situation would be crucial, getting the phoenix and crab to cooperate with them.. Well it was certainly worth a shot. \n\n\"I've nothing else for you. You've done good work Bayushi-san. I'll be watching your career within the city move forward with great interests. I will call upon you when I require your aid.\" \n\nHe'd bow And with that there meeting would be concluded, as the man separated to walk in the opposite direction. Unless the young Bayushi himself had another topic of interest come up, he'd have departed with a smile. He had a few appointments lined up requiring his attention.. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "And with not a word, Tomura smiled and slunk back to the shadows"
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "The sun shined on the Scorpion Garden this day, a cool breeze was in the air, creating a soothing, almost idyllic atmosphere in the garden. Bayushi Tomura lazily dangled a toy in the air, Baka trying to swat and pat at the small small rat shaped item, the garden had slowly become the cat's favorite spot to play and Tomura could not deny the creature. He wore a black yukata with a crimson scorpion tail rising to curl at the shoulder, his mask only covering his upper face. He wore a lazy smile as he played with the kitten."
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "Adohiro had been invited to the scorpion garden to play with Baka. It was going to be an exciting trip. He brought some chicken for the kitty to eat along with a home cooked bento box meal he made for the two of them. It consisted of rice, soy sauce chicken, and some steamed vegetables marinated with teriyaki sauce. He soon reached the pretty garden as he saw his friend playing with his cat. \"Hello!\" He called out smiling softly. It was exciting to see the cat. \"Aww Baka is so cute! I got some treats for him.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura turned to the sound of Adohiro's voiced and offered a wave, he'd bow but Baka is too preoccupied with the fake rat to let him get up. \"Ah, good afternoon Daidoji-san,\" He smiled, as Adohiro approached, Baka turned to look at the Crane, his eyes going to the food he was carrying, already smelling it, \"Meow,\" The small kitten offered, \"Baka offerings his greeting too.\" Tomura chuckled, \"He says he's heard of your cooking and wishes to judge for himself.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "Adohiro waved back as he saw Baka with a fake rat. He greeted Tomura as he sat across. He saw Baka looked interested in his tasty chicken. He took Baka's food out and offered the cooked chicken meat that was marinated in soy sauce. He than handed Tomura's bento box. \"I hope Baka approved.\" He chuckled softly."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Thank you for the meal.\" The Scorpion sad with a nod, Baka for his part sniffed the chicken before pouncing on it, taking small bites, a soft purr came from the cat as he ate. \"I think he liked it.\" Tomura observed, \"How have you been since our last encounter, Daidoji-san?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"You're welcome.\" He got his bento box out to eat too. Once Asohiro offered the meat to Baka, he watched Baka pounce on the meat like prey and purr when he ate it. He gives a smile glad he liked it. \"I have been well, Bayushi-San. What about you?\" He asked him. He wondered what he had been up to during it. He would stroke Baka while he ate wondering if Baka was a cat that liked to be pet by strangers."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Things have been nice, I've gotten into a pattern, work has been good, I think I've settled in quite nicely,\" He nodded, taking a bite of his own meal, as Adohiro petted Baka, the cat pured and rubbed against the crane.\n\n\"I've found some spots I've started to enjoy, Kabuki plays, Teardrop Island, the garden here, I have to admit, I'm finding myself blessed that I was given this post, it's a wonderful city.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "Adohiro heard settling in was going nicely. That's a good sign. He gives a small smile glad he was well as he pet the cat. He would rub the kitty's ear. \"That's interesting, what made you get into kabuki plays?\" He asked. He didn't really ever play those games ever."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"To be honest, spite,\" He chuckled, \"I have a rival in the Dojo who said it was too low-brow, for the unwashed masses, so I asked a young lady who he was sweet on to accompany me to one, and I never recalled laughing harder then I did, I'd say it's better then Noh even.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a chuckle at his spite comment. \"I didn't take you as a spiteful type of person.\" He joked. He heard he thought they were better than Noh plays which was interesting. \"I don't think I've ever heard someone say that.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Oh, I can be hateful if you get one my bad side, so be careful,\" He teased, \"Well, not everyone is blessed with my good taste, people are too scared to step outside their comfort zones to experience the new and exciting.\" He chuckled, \"Mayhaps we can catch a show sometime.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He laughed when he heard his teasing. \"Pfft you look as tame as a mouse, I'm sure you should watch out for my hatefulness.\" He teased back. He heard people aren't always blessed with good taste which he also nodded in agreement. \"There certainly are people with no good taste.\" He said. \"A show? Sure, sounds interesting. But the best seats there are always expensive.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura shrugged, \"I'm sure we can save up for decent seats,\" He smirked, Baka was finished his food and began to paw at Adohiro for more, \"Oh, I've been meaning to ask, if I may, what's the name of your Ambassador, I've been meaning to schedule a meeting to give a formal gift to your Clan.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod hearing that they could share up. He soon saw Baka paw for more food so he gave a bit more. He ate his own food until he heard him mention the name of the ambassador. \"It's Doji-sama.\" He responded to Tomura as he leaned back a bit."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Of course it's a Doji,\" He chuckled, \"Well, I had an idea of what to present your clan... Would you mind if I run it by you, get your opinion on it?\" He asked, \"Just want to make sure it's something that would be acceptable.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod chucking. \"Why of course.\" He joked back. \"A present? Sure.\" He said with a small smile. \"Do you have a specific idea right now for a present?\" He asked."
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Well, an official gift for the Crane to be specific,\" He nodded, \"I had a small pillow book of poetry I wrote in my free time during my time at the Manipulator Dojo, I was thinking perhaps that might be an appropriate token?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He heard the gift idea which it sounded good. He didn't know if they liked poetry but it seemed like it was appropriate. \"I think it is. I don't know if they like poetry but I think it's a nice gift.\" He said. \"I didn't know you were a fan of writing poetry though.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a 'eh' gesture with his hand, \"Same with novels, I dabble, I just put down what's on my mind in the moment, sometimes it's a musing on life, sometimes a curse on bitter feelings, sometimes when someone catches my fancy and my mind begins to race with fantasies, it's nothing too special, just the ideas of a no name courtier.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod. \"That sounds interesting.\" He said. He would get an idea. I know you told me about one story you did write.\" He said. \"Maybe you can include poetry in it too?\" He asked. \"Maybe the ghost leaves poetry that you need to solve?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He nodded along, \"That...\" He blinks, \"Maybe... If the poems are fortellings of people's deaths,\" His eyes widened as if pages where being written in his mind, \"Each poem fortells the death of a family member... And within the week it comes to pass... That's brilliant Daidoji-sama!\" He exclaimed with a wild grin, \"It adds to the building tension and fear, making those who read them try to avoid it, but by doing so seal their fate!\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He heard Bayushi build off of his idea and he gives a smile at the brilliant comment. \"Thanks.\" He said with a chuckle. \"Yeah so the ghost can leave omens using poetry, but people need to solve it but maybe it's difficult to solve.\"He asked."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He seemed to think on it, \"Intresting... Maybe if they solve the omen they can avoid their untimely death... But the answer is always in some kind of absurd logic, something that you wouldn't think of.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod at his idea. \"I think that's an excellent idea.\" He spoke up as he gives a glance over at Baka, giving him a pat on his head. \"This makes me want to get a couple of cats for the crane embassy.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura chuckled at that, \"Not enough feline companions,\" He asked as baka nuzzled against the cranes hand, \"Well, you're free to visit Baka whenever you wish, but prehaps you should look for a companion of your own, I'm sure their are many in the city that would love a proper home, I found Baka on the road, dirty and starving, and took him in.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod. \"Yeah and I think some cats deserve some homes. I would need to ask the Crane clan first though.\" He chuckled. \"Can't get them mad at me. At least I can ask.\" He said.And aww, I'm glad he has a great home.\" He smiled."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I don't see why they would be opposed to helping kittens.\" He mused, \"I mean, I'm pretty sure a kitten can sooth even a raging Crab or Lion, they are everything good about this world wrapped up in a cute little body, right?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod. \"They're cute too. I think having a bunch of kittens would cheer up the place too.\" He said. \"They're so feisty too.\" He laughed bit."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I like to think Baka cheers up the palace,\" He mused, \"Although I think he's more then enough for me to handle, one or two more and I'm afraid cats will infest the place.\" He chuckled, \"Does the Crane embassy need cheering, their not too dour for you I hope?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He givws a nod at Baka's ability to cheer people up. He gives a laugh when he heard him that it could infest the place. He'd definitely not want that to happen. \"I mean they can be strict with a lot of stuff.\" He gives a soft sigh. \"It's okay for the most part.\" He said. \"What about your clan?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Well, cats aren't the only pets in the palace, Yuto-san has a turtle it seems.\" He shrugged, \"All in all though, my fellow Scorpion are doing good, I've come to admire the dedication and skill of my clanmates, I hope I prove worthy of working alongside them.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod about the mention of the turtle. \"Yes, I know about Yuto-san's turtle.\" He said. \"I don't think the Cranes would allow me to have a turtle, maybe if it's in one of the many ponds we have around the embassy.\" He shrugged."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"How is the Crane doing in this city, I must admit I don't here much of them and your the only one I see often enough, is the Clan not particulary intrested in the City?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"Well most of them are super busy to do stuff.\" He pointed out shrugging. \"I guess some of them prefer solitude over visiting the city.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Solitude is for monks and old men, you and me, we're young, we're ready to make our mark on the world, we need places like this, a thousand diffrent problems we can offer a solution to.\""
}
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{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*While Ryoko Owari Toshi as a city was rife with vice and crime the Scorpions gardens were beautiful. The places charm concealing the doubtlessly countless dangerous plots devised within it's walls. However, today it would play host to Katsumi and Kenshin's afternoon plans. The Dragon finding herself admittedly excited to invite the Ikoma bard to join her in seeing the various exotic animals and plants that made up the gardens in a peasant evening stroll.*\n\n*The Magistrate having donned a pretty yellow and red embordered yukata and outer kimono with a black obi, her daisho carefully strapped to her side where the swords always hung in their place of honor on her person. Her long red hair pulled back with a series of pretty combs aside from a few strands left to artfully frame her face. Those bright jade eyes sweeping the crowds until they alighted upon Kenshin. The verdant orbs brightening with quiet joy as the woman beamed at the Ikoma bard's approach.* \n\n\"Good afternoon Ikoma-san. Thank you for accepting my invitation.\" *She murmured with a bow,* \"I've heard many interesting things about the Scorpion Garden's and thought we might brave them together.\" *The woman teases with a wry grin.*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "Kenshin had been excited to meet with Katsumi again so soon. He longed for conversation with anyone who wasn't a Lion clan legionnaire, let alone someone as different as a dragon clan magistrate. It had been a long time since he had access to the Ikoma libraries with their myriad knowledge, and instead had been trapped by the spartan life of a soldier. He picked up books where he could, but he had to sell them just as often to not require special privilege of the baggage train. It was also wonderful to have a reason to dress up. Hotaru and the others would sooner tease him than appreciate a fine kimono, so today he wore a black kimono with golden grain and flowers embroidered on it, and a bright yellow haori bearing the Lion Clan and Ikoma family mons and wide, sweeping sleeves. In his obi he wore a simple, unadorned wakazashi.\n\nHis amber eyes were alight with amusement as they found the ruby dragon amidst the greenery of the garden. He bowed deeply and elegantly in respect to her and her honored position, and as he rose a light of mischief always played in his eyes.\n\n\"I, too, have read about them. They say that the bathhouse.\" He gestured to the largest structure on the grounds, \"Go all the way back to the second governor. We rode past them on the way to our embassy coming into town, but it is wonderful to have an excuse to visit them with company.\"\n\nHe gestured politely and then began to walk beside her along the path through the gardens. \"I am also excited to see what lives here. I hear it is part zoo as well.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*Katsumi allowed her eyes to linger upon the handsome figure the Lion Samurai cut in his finery perhaps a moment longer then she had intended. Practice and the strange heaviness that weighed upon her heart was all that stopped the blush that threatened to creep over her cheeks and paint her skin in hues of sakura petals. Instead she set aside the unnamed emotion that churned within her gut in favor of allowing herself to cherish this moment.* \"That is quite the history for such a building. If the walls could speak I wonder what they would say...\" *Katsumi murmured falling in step alongside Kenshin her lips quirked into an amused smile.*\n\n\"Probably that we should mind our own business lest we get stung,\" *She muses with a soft chuckle, casting the man beside her a bemused glance. Her time in Ryoko Owari Toshi had been short, but the Scorpion's love of secrets was notorious.*\n\n\"I must admit I am curious of what strange creatures the winding pathways house. Perhaps they even have a small selection from my homeland. It would be a pleasure to show you the great eagles of Shiro Mirumoto without you needing to risk the icy mountain roads to witness them or one of the great snowy leopards.\" *Katsumi murmurs eyes brightening a touch at the thought.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "Kenshin caught Katsumi appraising him, and the pretty blush that colored her cheeks as he smiled back at her, his amber eyes peaking between bits of his dark hair as he looked up at her through them.\n\n\"I am certain, if that building could speak, it would threaten us for more secrets.\" He returned a wry smile, swaying slightly in his slow pace through the gardens, occasionally looking away from Katsumi to the beautiful plants and delicately manicured grounds.\n\nAs Katsumi mentioned the mountains and the eagle, Kenshin has his minds eye north, the boarder of Lion lands with the Dragonfly and the city of Toshi Ranbo. \"That is near where we have spent most of our time. The Akodo lands share the river boarder with the dragon, and from the fields you can see the mountains rising up in the distance.\n\n\"Crossing the Lion lands must have been so strange for you, flat as far as the eye can see.\" He laughed softly, thinking back of his homeland. Truth be told, he loved being somewhere different for a change. \"I just returned home myself for the first time in a while the uh... City that the scorpion sacked is where my family lives. Thankfully, they are alright. Life in a boarder town is... Rough.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"We think of the mountains of the Dragonfly as 'plains.' Truthfully I did not know the meaning of the word 'flat' until the first time I ventured into the Lion's lands. My Sensei and I had only just crossed the border chasing a ronin who sought to flee from justice on the plains. We would eventually much later find the ronin, but the Dragon Champion found us first. They swept right through our camp and like leaves before a great river my Sensei and I were carried aloft on the current. That was a time of many firsts for me.\" *The Dragon Magistrate admits with a wry smile warm and fond as she recalls the excitement and fear of the journey.*\n\n\"But the lands of your home have their own charm. I remember one morning awakening after a hard march well beyond dusk to realize we had made camp along a road that ran through a sea of golden grain. Watching the wind dance and play with the stalks was like watching a hand brushing aside great golden fur.\" *Katsumi carefully fails to mention how she had stood there mouth agape in shock until one of the other Dragon's had smacked her shoulder and tried to pretend his eyes weren't just as wide with shock. Neither young Samurai had ever seen so much food in all their days. Though at Kenshin's soft words in regards to his family; concern marking the subtle lines of the Ikoma's face, the Dragon cannot help, but feel empathy.*\n\n\"I am glad your family escaped unharmed. Were their losses substantial?\" *She questions jade eyes dark with worry. Katsumi had never seen the great sea nor knew what a tsunami was other then from stories, but the Crane had made their losses felt most keenly by their fellow clans. Hunger was a monster all it's own to slay and kill.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "The idea of thinking about the Dragonfly lands as the 'plains' was truly boggling for Kenshin, but he supposed if there was *Any* Flat land for a Dragon, that it would be considered the plains when you got up there to those heights.\n\n\"There is something soothing and hypnotic about watching entire fields lay down before the breath of kaze-no-kami.\"\n\nWhen she offered him sympathy about his family, his shoulders slouched slightly and he let out a breath rife with the stress that had been held inside.\n\n\"The estate they were living in has been burned to the ground, but it is not the first time for us. When Akodo-sama found me as a boy, our home then had just been sacked by the Unicorn as well... Though I suppose that time it was *Actually* The Unicorn. Thankfully he wanted the damage done surveyed, and knew I would want to check on my family, so he sent Hotaru-san and I. It also gave me the chance to help them out.\" *They had been soot stained, but uninjured and alive thankfully. But having to start over *Again* Was getting to be too much for his mother. He needed to find a marriage arrangement so that they could have a new place to live. Without lands, and him in the army, there were few options for them.\n\n\"What about you? What's your family like?\""
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"I am glad you were able to help them. It could not have been easy for you or them in the face of such devastation,\" *The Mirumoto murmurs words honest, but not unkind in her genuine sympathy. Loss was no longer something she was unfamiliar with and as Kenshin questioned her in regards to her own family her gaze grows distant.*\n\n\"My family is small now. It is just my Father, and my Uncle, and myself these days.\" *She admits as the Dragon Samurai pauses alongside one of the ponds admiring the unfurling white lilies where they sat blooming aside their pads.* \"They are stoic men, but their love for their family is as deep as their sense of duty to the Empire and the Dragon.\" *Katsumi explains as the corner of her lips lifts ever so slightly in a shadow of a smile.*\n\n\"When my Mother still lived my Father was prone to doting on her. No greater fool would you find then he for his wife. They were a love match which is not uncommon among the Dragon. A shugenja predicted that my Father would find his wife in a woman who finally made him see his nose for his face.\" *The Magistrate explains chuckling as she recalls sitting upon her Father's knee as he told her this tale. For he'd been a rather brash and proud young man.*\n\n\"The Kitsuki Justicar and the Mirumoto Bushi train together often you see and my Father had broken my Uncles arm in training on accident. Though the two forgave one another my Mother was furious at my Father's carelessness and challenged him to a duel. My Father rightfully refused as my Mother had yet to have her gempukku and was not yet a woman. My Mother unable to let go of her anger told him that if he would not fight her because she was still yet a child then she would fight him with the weapons of children and threw her sandal at him so hard it broke my Father's nose. Which swelled up so badly it obscured half his vision and he couldn't train for near a week till the swelling went down. It was love at first sight and he requested a betrothal to her immediately after the incident.\" *She elaborates with soft smile recalling how her Mother would sigh while her Father laughed and smiled dotingly back at his wife.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "Kenshin gave a melodic laugh at the story Katsumi told him as she decribed her mother breaking her father's nose with a sandal. He could only picture the sight in his minds eye, but his smile touched his eyes. He did have a few memories of his father from when he was young, but he tried not to think about them too much.\n\n\"Your mother and my sister seem to have a similar ferocity. If she finds herself a husband I think it will be through a similar situation\" His smile turned wry as they continued, octagonally he would stop and admire some of the flowers or the skillful arrangement of colors that the gardeners had cultivated. Ikoma had felt that many gardens of the elite were constantly under construction, swapping out flowers for whatever was popular at the moment, but the gardeners here seemed to have a sense of legacy, or perhaps a confidence that whatever they did would be emulated elsewhere, and as such they seemed much more full of life.\n\n\"A love match is something to be envious of. I feel I read about it more in stories than I encounter it out here in the world. I think my parents loved each other, or at least they cared and respected each other deeply. I don't recall ever catching them in any sentimental moments, but I do remember them sitting together besides the fire on cold nights.\" His smile morphed into something wistful.\n\n\"Though I doubt you would ever consider the Lion lands cold compared or your home, but I imagine in the springtime you are treated with a myriad of waterfalls from the melting snow. Why, I bet on a clear day you could see clear across the empire to the Great Carpenter Wa—\"\n\nHe cut himself off and touched Katsumi's hand a moment as he stopped in his steps, pointing with the other hand, \"There, do you see? Just upahead, it looks like a monkey hiding in the trees just there.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"I wish your sister could have made mine's acquittance. She took after my Mother greatly and was a fierce Yojimbo. I'm told that I take after my Father at least in temperament.\" *She murmured her smile a touch sad and nostalgic as the two strolled side by side. The subtle scent of flowers filling their noses as they walked.*\n\n\"Truth be told when I was young I had hoped for a love match like my parents, but it was not meant to be.\" *She murmurs thinking back on the Togashi boy she had loved in her youth with a small pang of regret.* \"My sister's betrothal was not an easy one, but I had held hopes that should the two be allowed to spend more then mere moments with one another respect and love might have blossomed.\" \n\n\"The night in the lands of the Dragon are too long and cold to spend alone with hearts encased in ice,\" *She muses her voice trailing away as the woman leans in close mere hands breath from Kenshin as she follows the point of his hand. Her eyes alighting on the little furry face peering back at them with dark brown eyes from amidst the upper branches of a plum tree.*\n\n\"Oh~ how lovely. Which lands do you think it hails from?\" *Katsumi questioned her voice soft and low in her curiosity. Cautious to not startle the little creature.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "\"I think monkies are found all over the Empire, but I've heard there are kinds among the Mantis islands that scream loudly when they're disturbed.\"\n\nKenshin was suddenly, *Very* Aware of how close Katsumi was, and in spite of his pretense, swallowed his breath as her scent reached him, suddenly turning his head in another direction to look for more creatures as a hint of color spread across his cheeks. *Calm yourself Kenshin, remember decorum, you don't want to ruin this.* Thankfully, he was saved, of all things, by a large and awkward looking bird. Who would have thought he'd be grateful for a Crane.\n\n\"Oh, look there! Just beyond the water ~~where it looks like it would be easy for kids to slip into the pond~~, there's a Crane and a Tortoise just beyond it.\"\n\nIt seemed that the further into the gardens they went, the more the creatures of the zoo could be seen. Perhaps the activity around the bathhouse near the entrance sent most of the animals deeper into the gardens. He stood there, his arm held out to point at the animals, wondering if she would come close again to see.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*The Dragon Samurai smelled of plum blossoms, paper, and the soft sharp scent of weapon oil that clung to her skin and hair. Her jade eyes narrowing as the tried to get a better look at the monkey determining by the lack of thicker fur it must not be one of those native to the north lest it be miserable in the southern heat of the garden. She was however, quickly distracted from her musings as Kenshin pointed out the Crane.*\n\n\"Their clan quite resembles the patron of their namesake don't they?\" *Katsumi mused as she lifted a yukata sleeve to politely muffle her laughter as she watched the bird sashay through the shallows of the bond. It's long flowing feathers reminding her distinctly of the Crane Clan's fondness for flowing wing like sleeves.*\n\n\"Though I've never seen a Crane dare to get their feet wet,\" *She adds in a soft sly whisper to Kenshin.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "Kenshin *Snorted* With laughter when Katsumi made her joke about Crane getting their feet wet. He had met a lot of Crane in his day, mostly as part of his duties as scribe during war meetings between the Lion army leadership and Crane 'army' leadership. Even their generals dressed like arrogant fops. They paraded around the empire thinking their money fixed everything so long as they could run back to Kakita Yoshi and have him make everything right. At least the Unicorn knew how to fight.\n\nHis eyes lit up with laughter, and his whole body shook for a moment as he tried to stifle it all.\n\n\"I think you have seen through to The Truth of the world, K—\" He cut himself off, and tried to swallow his words, \"Eh um.. Please, call me Kenshin-san, by the way.\" It felt *Very* Early for that, but he couldn't help but feel that it fit the demeanor of the moment. They were two friends walking through a garden, alone in the world save for the Kami.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*The Lion's shoulders trembled like the grains of his homeland before the winds of his own laughter. The Ikoma managing his humor quite honorably, but that did not stop Katsumi's lips from quirking with a sly and fond smile to have sparked such joy in her companion. His request that she call him by name though took her briefly off guard. The Dragon blinking those big jade eyes up at him in surprise, before her smile blossoms into something a touch more honest. There was a rightness to this friendship. Their words flowing between them like water from a mountain spring as the seasons ebbed and flowed.* \n\n\"Kenshin-san then...\" *She murmured as she tries the sound of his name upon her tongue savoring it as one might fine sake.* \"Please feel free to call me Katsumi-san in turn.\" *The Dragon offers as she figuratively hands him her own name.*\n\n\"For all my teasing of the Crane I must admit the Kakita are fine warriors, but the rest... Well they are not much for having their feathers ruffled and when your lungs are as deep as a Dragons I fear one can cause offense merely by breathing.\" *Katsumi muses with a fond shake of her head. Luckily akin to a bird pecking at armored scales her clan the Crane and Dragon rarely bothered one another.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "The smile that blossomed before him made him wish to do whatever it took to see that more. *I have to be able to write about her.* It would be the only way he would be able to get that smile out of his head. But when she said his name, he had to look away again before the color of his cheeks gave him away. It took a great feat of willpower to pull his amber eyes away from her emeralds.\n\n\"Katsumi-san...\" He tried her name as well, and was glad he was looking away for the moment, resuming their leisurely walk through the paths of the garden. Each section seemed secluded from the others as they wove between the trees and bushes abloom with the vivacity of spring.\n\n\"I would have more respect for them, if their plan wasn't always the same. Insult you until you challenge them to a duel of honor, where they get to the pick the rules and choose the one thing they're good at.\" He scoffed, using his distaste to try and control his other emotions. \"I would respect the Daidoji more as they at least will meet you on the field of battle, but they're basically just Scorpions who know how to fight.\" They were not above attacking in the middle of night like Shiobi and burning down villages. Just like the Scorpion had done to his home.\n\n\"Sorry, I did not mean to bring the mood down like that.\" This time, instead, it was a smile embarrassed about his tirade. \"I don't remember if we spoke about this before, Katsumi-san, but do you like the theater? They have several good ones here I would love to visit.\" He left the implication unspoken of. He was already demanding so much of her time.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*The Magistrate smiles as her name spills from Kenshin's tongue her expression full of joyful mischief and a bit of teeth. The Dragon allowing her new friend to glimpse beneath her mask to see a hint of her true face,* \"Personally I rather enjoy the Crane's insults. They try very hard to ruffle and then grow increasingly confused when you refuse to rise to their bait.\" *The Dragon quips with a wry chuckle and a shake of her head. The sun was warm where it filtered through the leaves and the shade was pleasantly cool. The various creatures that peaked out from the foliage truly made it feel as though they walked through the gardens of paradise.*\n\n\"I am less familiar with the Daidoji aside from having met Daidoji Adohiro so I cannot speak of the family. However, more then a few brash Kakita show up at Shiro Mirumoto looking to test their skill and then find themselves shocked when the match is not what they expected.\" *Katsumi quips with a sly smirk recalling an incident with a dove, a flaming arrow, an overly brash Kakita, and her Father. At Kenshin's concerns however, the Samurai reaches out to very gently take the man's sleeve between two fingers. The gesture one of comfort as she offers him a gentler smile then her natural one full of fire and teeth even as she's careful not to allow impolite contact.* \n\n\"You have not brought down the mood Kenshin-san and I quite enjoy the theater.\" *She assures him before that bright sharp little grin returns and her eyes alight with mirth,* \"Though I am told I am a terrible companion to take to see any performances revolving around mysteries as I always decipher the answer long before the final act.\" *Katsumi jokes playfully at her own expense.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "Kenshin did his best to keep his feet moving forward as her smile made a bit of his balance go wobbly, but thankfully his training as a courtier had aided him in not showing his hand, even when surprised, though this was not typically the surprise he expected.\n\n\"Well, that. You see, most of the audience of theater is not trained as a magistrate, so the you have two approaches, lay the seeds so that your audience can follow along, necessitating some very *Obvious* Uses of mask and costumes so that they understand who is who, or you risk alienating your audiance so much that your ending feels like it magically appeared out of nowhere. Were that there were more pretty, theater going magistrates, perhaps a playwright of acclaim might perform one that would be an appropriate challenge.\"\n\nKenshin tapped his lips with a finger, \"Or perhaps you do not settle the ending at all, and you let the Magistrates debate over who they would bring in.\"\n\nHe chuckled softly, \"Though that would probably enrage your typical audience. They all want the happy endings they do not get in life.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"Perhaps one day should I become skilled enough and live to become a senior Magistrate or be blessed to serve the Imperial Court I would hire a playwright to do just that. It would make an excellent training tool for any students I were to teach. Though of course such things would not be permissible in court sadly, but it still poses an interesting conundrum and sharpens the mind.\" *The Magistrate muses appearing quite taken with the thought.* \n\n\"Were the Kitsuki method more wide spread I would devise a fake scene of a crime and teach how to sift truth from falsehoods to better learn when evidence is honest or simply a trail left by a less honorable party.\" *Katsumi murmurs looking rather wistfully happy at the mere thought. To run such a school would be a pleasure.* \n\n\"Though I believe the Scorpion might disagree with me on such matters,\" *She adds pitching her voice low in a playful whisper.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "\"Why Magistrate-sama\" Kenshin said with fake alarm, acting (poorly) aghast at her statement, \"Are you suggesting that honorable samurai might not always tell the truth where their actions are suspect?!\" He pantomimed his alarm at the mere suggestion. \"How scandalous!\" His face then turned into a playful, lopsided grin as he let out a soft, low chuckle.\n\n\"There are many techniques that the Scorpion would consider unnatural... Most of them involve revealing what they are up to. Wheels within wheels the lot of them.\"\n\nHe shook his head as they wandered further down the paths through the garden, coming to a secluded koi pond with a seating area. Kenshin gestured, choosing to sit for a moment and enjoy the small seclusion of quiet within the bustling city.\n\n\"Do they do much theater in the Mirumoto lands? I have tried my hand at being a playwright, but unfortunately I have no found much luck. Maybe if I go where there aren't a lot of alternatives I'll have more success.\" He eyes spoke the laughter he sought, and failed, to hide from his lips.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "*The Dragon chuckled shaking her head ruefully as she follows,* \"Their mechinations are oft more complicated then they need to be. Simply shove a stick into the spokes and the entire thing comes undone.\" *Katsumi quips as they settle down upon the bench aise the koi pond. The Samurai turning fond eyes upon the brightly colored fish as they swim and flock. She would need to remembr to bring them treats at a later date.*\n\n\"As for theater professional productions are not common, but the Dragon have a long history of storytelling and it's not uncommong for troops bored during the long winters to put on plays or other entertainment. I believe a professional playwright would do rather well for themselves there.\" *She admits after thinking on the question for a long moment.* \"Our heimin tend to be rather welcoming and knowledgeable. Most can quote the teachings of Shinsei, but I would not venture further then the lands of the Mirumoto and my Mothers clan the Kitsuki. Shelter can be difficult to find beyond my families doors.\" *The Magistrate gently cautions without perhaps scaring the Lion away from potential visits should they be allowed. Best not to mention how the land grew strange and how entire mountains and forests seemed to move. There one day and gone the next nor how in some places time flowed strangely.*"
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"author": "westquester",
"message": "\"Well, hopefully I will have an enjoyable reason to visit the Miruomoto lands.\" *And not the typical reason the Lion clan goes visiting the other clans.* The Mirumoto were one border removed though, with the Dragonfly clan defending the route into the lands themselves. Still, Kenshin found himself imaginging visiting fora winter and writing some plays to be enjoyed, while the dragon were all huddled together for warmth and enraptured by his words.\n\n\"I am loath to say my best recieved works tend to be crass plays of humor written for the soldiers to perform around campfires, or for the children when we are settled in for Winter.\" While his expression said that he wished his more ambitious pursuits were better received, he did enjoy seing his friends and family enjoy his *Lesser* Works.\n\n\"Ah, I almost forgot, i brought this.\" Kenshin reached over to his bag and pulled out a small, laquered box. Opening the lid, there was just enough space for a handful of sushi rolls. A few pieces for each of them, \"I thought perhaps it would be nice to have a snack. Please help yourself.\" He picked one up with his fingers and popped it into his mouth.\n\n\"It's so nice to be somewhere with fresh fish again.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"If a play is enjoyed by many and much beloved then does it's content matter?\" *The Mirumoto inquires with a curious tilt of her head,* \"I'm certain the Crane archives are dripping with scrolls of plays and works of writing considered most respectable of which no one shall ever remembers their names.\" *Katsumi suggest her smile warm and kind, but the way the Magistrates eyes light up with delight at the proffered snack are a sight to be seen.* \n\n\"My thanks Kenshin-san,\" *She murmurs taking one of the rolls between her fingers to give it a delicate nibble, savoring the taste for a moment before popping the treat into her mouth with a low happy hum. Good food evidently a quick way to the Mirumoto's heart and an easy way to garner the Magistrate's curiosity.* \n\n\"What sort of sushi is this if I might ask? I've not had the pleasure of such meals often in my work so I am unfamiliar with the intricacies.\" *Katsumi questions with rapt interest.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "\"I am sure the Crane remember them\" He said with a laugh, putting a hand behind his head in a bit of embarassment at using the joke counter to Katsumi's point. \"But you are right... But it is not the plays that I find satisfying. A pride of drunk Matsu are not the most discerning audience...\" He trailed off, a bit embarassed at decrying the members of his clan for a lack of taste.\n\n\"I do find joy in theirs, do not get me wrong, but it is not as satisfying to write when a clever turn of phase is missed, but a fart joke gets rolls of laughter.\" He took a piece of sushi out of the box and somehow managed to eat it petulantly.\n\n\"I am not an expert on sushi either. There was a gentleman down by the river that sells sushi his family catches, and it looked so delicious I had to try some. So I thought since we would be walking about it might make fora good snack.\"\n\nHe blushed again slightly, but he was growing more and more comfortable with Katsumi.\n\n\"What kind of snacks do you have up in the mountains? In the Lion clans we have all kinds of ways to make our flatbreads more apetizing, but you must be pretty far away from fresh fish up there... Well, maybe not down in the 'flatlands' where your family is from.\" He said the last bit as a bit of tease for her claiming her mountains were so low.\n\n|| sorry its been taking me so long to respond."
},
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"author": "shimmerkeen",
"message": "\"Or they at least claim too, but I doubt you'd find a Crane willing to sit through them for anything other then the sake of their pride,\" *The Mirumoto quipped right by with a sly smile. Oh there was certainly plenty of famous and lovely Crane literature, but the clans belief that they were the nations sole source of culture was trying at the best of times.* \n\n\"And indeed I could see how the soul of an artist might grow weary with such trite humor recieves applause over well worded wit,\" *She agrees though her smile warms into an amused and easy grin. Already easily able to picture her own rougher family members snorts of amusement and deep belly laughter.* \"Personally I've always preferred prop humor. It requires a decently skilled tumbler and a but more setup,\" *Katsumi admits with a sly wink as she teases the Lion lightly.*\n\n*Though as he explains where he got the sushi her eyes light up. The taste was indeed divine and it seems the Dragon would be adding yet a new local eatery to her list of places to stop by,* \"Our rivers are quite cold, but well stocked with fish. Though we often lack the other materials to savor sushi. Like the lion we tend to supplement a great deal of our meals with meat to go with rice, barley, and rye. In the summers we have plentiful wild berries and fruit from hardier trees in the lowlands. It's not uncommon for us to use the fruit and honey to make a sort of sticky cake for the cold months. Pickled plums are a common snack in winter and fresh plums in summer. Though I will admit I much prefer berries though it's difficult to eat them neatly. You can always tell when someone has been snacking on them as their fingertips are inevitably stained purple.\" *She murmurs her smile warm and fond as she thinks on her homeland. Though the Magistrate soon catches herself rambling.*"
},
{
"author": "westquester",
"message": "Kenshin's eyes widen in surprise when Katsumi mentions prop humor until he seeks her teasing wink, and a blush comes over him again, deepening as he imagines her red lips staine with purple berry. He swallows deeply and looks back over the beautiful garden before them. Letting the sounds of the birds and a nearby fountain surround them over the sounds of the city.\n\n\"I do enjoy fresh plum, it's not something we often get. Nor fruits of any kind. They tend not to do well in carts for long periods of time unless they're dried. Rice and grains can be stored and transported dry, then prepared when we camp and make much better for long journeys, though we eat fairly well when we stop at a castle. One of the perks to being command staff.\" His amber eyes move from their far off stare to a playful twinkled when they refocus on Katsumi.\n\nSuddenly Kenshin's eyes widen and he points again, this time towards the pond as a group of sika deer moved up to it for a drink, \"Look, a family of deer coming up for water. I wonder if they're used to people, or we were just still enough to not scare them away.\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura was currently in the Scorpion Garden, enjoying the peace and serenity of the esteemed jewel of his clan. He laid on his side, lazily moving a toy around which the grey furball beside him energetically tried swatting at.\n\nHe was a black yukata with a crimson scorpion tail rising and curling on his back, his other free hand fanning himself with a folding fan with the mon of the Bayushi. As was his custom, he was wearing a black kitsune mask, but due the casualness of the event, wore it so to reveal his face.\n\nHe had, about yesterday, sent an invitation to a warrior who had seemed intrested in meeting his boon companion"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "It was not the first time that Kiyoko had been to the Scorpion Garden, though it *Was* The first time she had actually been invited. The Kakita duelist had been unsure whether to bring a gift—but just in case, she brought a small cat's-head *Netsuke* Of cherry wood. A similar *Netsuke* Poked out of her own obi, next to her daisho. The platinum-haired samurai-ko wore a black kimono embroidered with light blue sakura blooms under a blue haori emblazoned with the Kakita mon on its left shoulder and the Crane mon on its back.\n\nCome to think of it, she was fairly sure that she had worn this same outfit the last time she was at the Garden. Well, no matter. She doubted her host would know, and even if it did, what harm would it do?\n\nKiyoko wandered the paths, keeping a sharp lookout for the courtier called Tomura. As she did so, she made a point to enjoy the birdsong she could hear on the gentle breeze running through the Garden.\n\nAt length, she found the man she was looking for, lazing about as only a courtier would deign to do. Attired in black himself, she was glad for the blue haori, if only to provide a bit of contrast to their respective outfits. He seemed to be... Playing with something?\n\nAs the samurai-ko approached closer, she held in a girlish *Squeee* Of delight when she realized that the 'something' he was playing with was an adorable little feline. Kiyoko paused a few feet away and cleared her throat.\n\n\"Bayushi-san,\" She said by way of greeting. \"I see that you remain the picture of relaxation, as always.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura looked up at her, looking her over as if to see if she was really there, the famed ice queen of the Crane. Rising up to bow, Tomura would deny the gift three times before accepting, as is custom, then return to sitting with his boon companion.\n\n\"Picture of relaxation...\" It could be taken as an insult to some... But he decided for his mind, it's a compliment, \"Well, I do hope to be able to be an island of peace, especially in the chaos of our lives.\" He picked up Baka and held him up to her, \"Look Baka, the pretty lady wanted to meet you, isn't that nice, Kakita-san, it it my honor to introduce, Baka-sama.\" He seemed to lighten his mood and voice when his cat was involved.\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko played along with the traditional \"Offer the gift three times\" Etiquette, though she couldn't help but let a *Tiny* Bit of annoyance tinge her words as she offered a second and third and fourth time.\n\nAll was forgiven as soon as Tomura held up his cat, though. \nStrangling another *Squee* In her throat (which thus made it sound unrecognizable and much more like she'd just been elbowed in the gut), she offered Baka a smile that she *Hoped* Seemed pleasant (and which was probably quite hostile-looking, in actuality). The duelist lifted up one hand to pet Baka on the head and said, \"Hello, Baka-sa—\"\n\nWait, Baka-*Sama*?\n\nKiyoko furrowed her brows and turned a confused look on Tomura.\n\n\"*Sama*?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura couldn't help but chuckle as Kiyoko held down her elation upon seeing Baka, clearly this was woman of refined class and taste. Baka for his part, looking up at her with a delighted look in his eye, giving a soft purr as she pet him.\n\n\"Yes, Baka-sama... Although I suppose just Baka can work as well,\" He then handed the kitten over for Kiyoko to hold, \"Baka, Kakita-san here is a Bushi of the Crane of some skill... Yes yes, mother's family,\" He looked at his cat as he spoke to it, then looked up and Kiyoko, now that she was holding Baka he rested his hands in his sleeves.\n\n\"So, Kakita-san, how have you been finding yourself of late?\""
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "*Kittykittykittykittykittykitty!* Kiyoko thought to herself, taking the kitten up in her arms and petting it, desperately trying to keep a besotted grin off of her face. The effort was only partially successful.\n\n\"Mmn?\" The duelist asked, tearing her gaze away from the feline in her arms. \"Oh, yes; well enough. I met one of your kin recently. She was very...\"\n\nKiyoko searched for the word. Coquettish? Flirty? Seductive? Forward? Manami *Had* Seemed to calculate her actions toward either teasing or seducing the Crane samurai-ko, though she wasn't sure which.\n\n\"...Colorful.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Let me guess, Bayushi Kotori?\" He chuckled, \"She's a lively woman, and I've notice very outgoing, the kind that's easy to make friends with anyone.\" Baka made some content meows as he was pet by Kiyoko, looking up at her as if to say 'more please'\n\n\"Personally, things have been slow for me, but at the same time new variables have been seeming to add on, whether they will be interesting or not I can't say at the moment.\" He mused, moving to pet Baka gently, \"Did you hear of Bayushi Yuto's win against Shinjo-san?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko shook her head. \"No, though I have met Bayushi Kotori-san. This one was... Bayushi Manami, I believe.\"\n\nThe Crane tried to carefully hide a doting look at the kitten as she continued to run her fingers through the feline's fur. After a moment, she glanced at Tomura, as if to invite him to elaborate on his 'new variables.'\n\n\"I cannot say that I have. Iaijutsu?\" She asked in response to his question, immediately assuming it was somehow related to a contest of a sort she'd actually care about.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Bayushi Manami...\" He tasted the name on his lips, then waved a hand in some dismissal.\n\n\"Yes, Bayushi Kotori is a more recent arrival, a social butterfly, wonderful to converse with and a talented musician.\" He smiled, chuckling, if the Crane wanted to fish him for information, she's have to do better then that.\n\n\"Yes, it was a wonderful match of skill, the duel was fierce, but Yuto came out on top... Then we were given a surprise match between Matsu Rin and Utaku Takeda, Matsu-san one the day, a very intresting style... I would not be surprised if she would become the most stored swords-woman in the city.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko's curiosity when it came to court gossip was quickly exhausted—she didn't press the point further when Tomura failed to elaborate. Instead, something else the Scorpion courtier said caught her attention.\n\n\"Oh? I have not heard of this 'Matsu Rin.' Is she also a new arrival?\" She asked. Takeda had not struck her as a particularly talented swordfighter himself, so this Matsu's victory really told her nothing about the woman's skill. Nor was she entirely so sure of Tomura's ability to appraise a *Kenshi*'s skills with the blade.\n\nThe Kakita duelist reached under Baka's chin to rub the fur there with one finger. \n\n\"But I am not surprised that Yuto was victorious in his own match. He is a skilled fighter.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Baka gave a satisfied purrrrr at the rub, leaning into the duelists touch, yess, all the two legs shall pamper Baka, it is the way.\n\n\"I suppose, he is useful in a fight.\" Tomura offered with a shrug, *Maybe* There was a part of him that wanted to watch a classic Kakita/Matsu duel, it's like... Rokugani tradition at this point. \"Matsu Rin is rather new, something of a country girl, but she is skilled, maybe enough to offer one such as your self competition.\"\n\nAnd the pot is stirred\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko arched an eyebrow at Tomura. She had been called an *Iaijutsu* Prodigy since she was a child, though she supposed that the Scorpion courtier likely had never heard anyone sing her praises. Nor were any but those already friendly with her clan—people like Chiyoko, or the Unicorn, or perhaps Akodo Akechi. Or Bayushi Yuto himself, *Maybe*.\n\n\"One should definitely be wary of country girls,\" She said wryly.\n\nHe was definitely trying to injure her pride by the comparison to this Matsu samurai-ko. Still, the Kakita duelist was most assuredly a *Kenjutsu* Enthusiast, and so if the opportunity presented itself, perhaps she would have to see about crossing blades with the woman.\n\nKiyoko turned her attention back to Baka, desperately wanting to make cooing noises at the little furball—and restraining herself. \n\n\"Anyway,\" Kiyoko said, changing the subject. \"I forget. How did Bayushi-san say that he came upon Baka?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded to her words, he was wondering if she was thinking of the challenge, or that his words were meant as insult, or is the brain empty and just trying to give Baka the adoration and head pats he so rightly deserved, the cat moving himself to nuzzle Kiyoko before staring up at her with adorable kitten eyes.\n\n\"Well, it was on the road to the city in fact I found him, it was raining and the roads where something awful with the mud,\" He recalled the day, \"I look out of my box and see this poor kitten on the side of the road, shivering and looks to be near death, I had the escort stop and got out myself, cleaned his fur and brought him with me.\" He moved closer to her, giving his cat some gentle pets.\n\n\"We've been together since.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Good of you to take him in,\" Kiyoko said, then added dryly, \"Even at the cost of getting out in the mud.\"\n\nThe duelist turned her attention to Baka again and stroked his fur. It *Was* Remarkably clean and smooth—more what she would have expected of an in-door cat than one that was ever left to roam on its own.\n\n\"Does Bayushi-san brush his hair regularly? It seems so soft. Or do you not let him wander much?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura rolled his eyes at the mud comment, not everyone shared the constitution of a warrior.\n\n\"I wash him every night,\" He nodded, \"Once Baka returns from a day's adventure, he comes back home, eats the food I leave out for him, then I give him a nice bath.\" He smiled, it was good when someone appreciated the work he put into Baka's fur.\n\n\"It's nice to have a routine.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"I... See.\" Kiyoko glanced to Baka again, still stroking his fur. Maybe she should try brushing Rokuko-chan's fur out more often. Not that she could imagine giving a cat a bath, so maybe leave that part out of the routine—how did Tomura manage it?\n\n\"I have not known many cats to enjoy being doused in water. They bathe themselves, do they not? Or is Baka-ch—sa—...\" She couldn't bring herself to call the cat 'sama,' but 'chan' seemed perhaps a bit too familiar. She decided to just leave it up in the air.\n\n\"Is he not particularly good at caring for himself?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura could help but giggle as she couldn't seem to find a proper way to address Baka, ah, Crane were always fun to troll, oh hell everyone was.\n\n\"He should be good at caring for himself, considering he spends so much time wandering the city,\" He said with a cock of his neck, \"I just enjoy grooming him, a nice and peaceful hour to spend with him after a long day, am I not allowed such simple pleasures\"?\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Every time Kiyoko thought she understood the way samurai comported themselves, a new wrinkle was added. Trust a courtier to spend time *Bathing* A creature that rarely wanted to be wet. No bushi would have expended the effort. On the other hand, Tomura was correct: let the man enjoy his simple pleasures. She had her own, after all. They just involved wooden *Bokken* And sharpened *Katana* Rather than fur and claws.\n\n\"...The c—Baka-ch... Sa...*The cat* Will hold still for you for a full hour, Bayushi-san?\" She said, a note of incredulity creeping into her voice. On that note, she started to imagine Rokuko-chan curled up on her own lap. Fluffy, soft fur, dainty whiskers... Curled up in a compact ball, sides rising and falling as she purred.\n\nKiyoko abruptly wiped a besotted grin off of her face.\n\n\"Ahem. I-I can imagine that to be problematic, should other duties arise.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura offered a giggle at that.\n\n\"Baka is a strange one, perhaps its because he was covered in mud when I found him, but the little one actual seems to enjoy baths, when I give them to him at least, maybe we can test what happens when someone use tries.\"\n\nHe cocked his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes\n\n\"Care to test this, Kakita-san?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "The Kakita duelist arched an eyebrow.\n\n\"I am not so keen to feel a cat's claws in my hands, Bayushi-san,\" She said, demurring. \"So unless you happen to be carrying thick gloves, I think I will simply take your word for it.\"\n\nKiyoko held Baka out for Tomura to reclaim the kitten, noting the fur that the cat had left behind on her—and which contrasted starkly with the black of her kimono.\n\n\"But now, perhaps it is best I take my leave. I would hate to overstay my welcome.\"\n\nNot to mention there was another cat at home whose fur she suddenly wanted to bury her face in.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura bowed his head as he retook his cat, raising him to his face and giving some nuzzles, Baka meowed in joy at being reunited with Tomura.\n\n\"Leave, why you only just got here.\" He cocked his head, his voiced dripped with exaggerated disappointment, \"I hope I have done nothing to offend you, Kakita-san, I would bow in apology if Baka where not in my arms.\" He gave the kitten some scritches under his chin\n\n\"It's lonely in the Palace for this poor guy, I wonder if their are any other cats in the city for him to play with?\"\n||"
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{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "A short time after his arrival, the new painter would find his way to the gardens of the palace. He had changed clothes already, now in a yukata styled with far shorter sleeves than the norm, coming only to his elbows. The fabric was the deep red of the clan, with a striking bronze trim. Gone were the rough traveling sandals, replaced by very simple thong slippers. The hare kami mask remained in place, and he settled himself on a stool brought along by a house servant. \n\nOnce comfortable, he set up a folding, collapsible easel carefully. Wood and brass pegs were slid into place. Paper was applied, and he began to carefully mix black sumi ink and water. Consistencies were tested on a spare sheet carefully, before he nodded. \n\n\n\nMessage \"An Artist in Residence\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura was taking a stroll through the gardens today, it was calming and brought him enough mental peace to plot, scheme, and navigate rumors in quiet. He wore a black kimono with designs of crimson spider lilies at the bottom hems, his fox mask fixed to his face, in has hand he fiddled with a folded up fan, tapping it against his palms as he was in thought. While it was rude to eavesdrop he did take notice of the artist, a man he did not recall meeting as of yet.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "Okita continued his painting for a bit. The artist was well caught up in his work, seeming to relish the slow, deliberate ritual of the act of creation. Andd yet when the Bayushi approached within the prescribed distance that courtesy dictated an ackowledgement be given, he set his brush down, put his knucles to his knees, and bowed toward the other samurai. \"Ohayo. This one is Yogo Okita.\" His accent was cultured, with the carefully controlled notes of the Scorpion in it, but with hints of the broader, more rural accents of the southern river lands, especially on the Os.\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a respect bow in return.\n\n\"Ohayo, Bayushi Tomura.\" He replied, \"The gardens I've found, are a peaceful environment, an island of true peace in the chaos of the city, I should not be surprised artists come here for inspiration.\" He mused, \"I apologize if I have disturbed your work, Yogo-san.\" He gave another, more apologitic bow"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "Okita gave a laugh. It was light, almost musical. A courtly affectation, if anything. \"A poor portraiture I should make were I to be disturbed by peoples' presence, Bayushi-san. Every painting needs time to sit and breathe with itself. Your company is no imposition. You may look if you like.\"\n\nHe'd tilt his head a bit. \"Truth be, I have hoped to meet some of our fellows. It is always a strange time when an artist takes up residence with a new house. I do not know who to greet immediately, and whom to wait on greeting until the Sencha has been served.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura chuckled, \"Ah yes, while not an artist myself, I can say I know the feeling of a new home, I only just arrived in the city myself.\" He did move behind the artist to look at the piece, \"What brings you to the city, Yogo-san, a quest for inspiration?\""
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"My lord Yogo-dono heard that this fine palace lacked a formal artist in residence. So I am to offer my services as such, for entertainment, education, and edification of the clan here.\" He said it with some sense of accomplishment.\n\nThe painting was... Confusing at first. But then it clicked. It wasn't a view from his seat to the garden. It was a view from the garden, of himself, painting. He even had the drooping branches of a tree in the view of the picture. It was a daring attempt, to paint something like this half from memory, and half from imagination."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Interesting,\" Tomura muttered as he gazed from upon the art, \"I'm no great student of the arts, so I doubt my own taste means anything to one of your sophisticated skills, but it's a fine peice, if I may say so.\" *Not really his taste, but he's sure it's good work non the less* \"I will say, it takes a true artist to bring to life the image he can only see in his mind, as beatiful as the natural world is, the realities in our heads can be so much more intriguing.\""
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "He nodded. \"You are very kind to say so. I know what my father would say. It's whimsy and indulgence.\" His lips quirked in a very faint smile before resuming a proper *On.* \n\n\"He would be correct, but I chose to try it for the technical challenge. I cannot rely on what I have done before if I wish to serve well here, can I?\" \n\nHe would pick back up the brush, applying some more ink, and beginning to work on some of the ground-level details. \"And yourself, Bayushi-san? What is your role in this fine place, where we have art, and peace, and fine sencha?\" \n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura shook his head. \n\n\"I'm sorry to disagree with both you and your father, but your wrong, it's not whimsy or indulgence, even in this world, their are imperfections, the blessed Kami did what they could to replicate the Celestial Order in this world, our Empire is that replication, but it will forever be a pale image, in art, in this canvas, we can try and bring more true representations that live in our minds, without the limits of the imperfect, so forgive me for saying it's not whimsy, it's bringing to life the possiblities of true perfection.\" \n\nHe then simply chuckled, \"Forgive me for running off like that, sometimes I forget where I am, I'm a simple courtier, a man of no real significance.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "Okita paused a moment as he listened, then continued. He was sketching in the outline of another figure standing at the edge of the visible image. It probably would not be too hard to guess who it would be.\n\n\"As you say. It would be churlish to argue, and I abhor churlishness. Though I must say, if someone with such a fine talent for complimenting another is an insignificant courtier, then the significant ones must be incredible indeed.\" There was a hint of playfulness to the words."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "That earned a laugh from the courtier. \n\n\"Please, you flatter me, yes there are those who can prevent wars with a few choice words and looks but sadly all I can do is exchange simple pleasantries.\" He gave a light shrug, \"This is my first assignment since my Gempukku, and while it is a blessing to be stationed in what is the jewel of our lands, I just hope to be of use to the clan with what meager skills I posses.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"As it should be, one supposes.\" Another nod, his posture resuming its languid character. His entire manner seemed to suggest he was only awake on sufferance. The painting continued, lines gradually lying down bit by bit, creating the skeleton of a work he would color in once he had the look of it.\n\n\"Perhaps though you have heard things that I should know, being new here? Names I should be ready to hear, facts I should prepare to work with? We do thrive on such information, do we not?\" \n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Our magistrate Rokugo Yuto-san, seems to have taken it upon himself to mend some hiccups that where made,\" He said a tad lazily, \"I've also met another, Bayushi Kaori-san, she's a charming yet intimidating presence, not someone I would trifle with.\" He looked over the garden, \"She did tell me of the baths here, which has been a god send.\" He laughed, \"I would keep an eye on the Unicorn.\" He said simply\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"Oh? Are our woolens-clad cousins performing acts of note within this magnificent city?\" That would be a tidbit worth having. \"I doubt I can convince them to sit for me, though,\" He would muse, taking on a distracted air. \"Shame. People do talk so when you're capturing their likeness. Something about the intimacy of the act.\""
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I wouldn't know.\" He shrugged, \"Merely they seem to have it out for us, so best to keep an eye on them... If you could sit one down for a painting, prehaps you can coax them into... Opening up.\" He chuckled\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "Okita would nod at that, continuing to paint. Tomura's shape took form on the paper. \"I shall make a point of it. There is much to study. Proper calligraphy, composition. Perhaps I shall make a useful secretary and dogsbody.\" He sounded utterly, thoroughly disinterested in the idea. \"What of our delightful, prideful, honorable feline cousins?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura scoffed at the word 'honorable', \"I've only had the pleasure of meeting... No, seeing one, and the moment she saw me she watched me as if waiting for me to stab someone or drip poison in a drink, so nothing new, I do however have learned that we're to be... Friendly with them, a courtship seems to be in place and we're not to see it ruined.\" He said, speaking of the talks of alliance.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"Do you say so? I shall probably be making a gift for the blessed couple then.\" He put the back of his free hand to his mouth, covering a silent yawn. Again, particularly on the \"Do you say so,\" Tomura could detect the softened consonants and languid vowels of the riverlands. \"Still, intrigue can always be turned toward the betterment of the empire, one supposes.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Oh, I don't know if it will be sealed in a union,\" He chuckled, \"Hopefully, a wedding is always a joyous occasion, drinks, song, music.\" He closed his eyes and pictured such an occasion, \"Always loved a good celebration,\" He continued to look at the developing painting, \"The betterment of the empire is a labor that we work for night and day, the true duty of all true samurai.\""
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"I suppose there will be drinking.\" He said it the way one might say \"There might be rain.\" Okita sat back from the painting and began tamping some finely shredded tobacco into a long pipe. \"Well, one does what one must. What other plans have you today?\" He'd take a bit of cord and light it from a nearby lamp, then use it to light the pipe."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura simply smiled as he considered if all Yogo where this unintrested in conversation, maybe it's just the artist types\n\n\"Not much to be honest, it's a slow day with things being set up, so I've been making up my scedule as I go, as of now their is nothing for me to see to at the moment.\""
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "Rather perversely, the mention that there might not be many demands perked him right up. His demeanour brightened and he took a pull on the pipe. \"Do you say so? My my my. One had thought such a place to be bustling and industrious. But you say there might be time to relax and consider the day? How shocking.\" He said \"Shocking\" Like one might say \"Wonderful.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"More a calm before the storm, tommorow my work begins in earnest so I'm taking this day to prepare myself mentally, I've found the city has much to offer in entertainment, I'd even dare say it might be impossibe to become bored with this many people in a single space.\""
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"Ohh, entertainment? Might there be some kabuki, or if necessary Noh theater?\" He'd tilt his head, determined not to let the spectre of possibly doing productive work outside his artistic pursuits dampen his suddenly bright mood. \"I could happily take in such cultural delights of an evening. It would be edifying and profitable to the soul.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I'm more a fan of Kabuki and Rakugo then Noh, if I'm to be honest,\" He shrugged, \"Noh is nice if you want to impress people, but I'd rather enjoy something more lively if I'm viewing for personal pleasure, prehaps we can see if we can catch a show, I'm sure there are plays today.\""
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"I should be delighted! But I'm a frightful mess, I must take some time to tidy up.\" \n\nIn point of fact he had the barest trace of sumi ink on his fingers, and his clothes looked freshly laundered and put on only that morning. \n\n\"Would you be a dear and give me an hour or so to refresh myself and put on something less ghastly?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "A wince behind the mask at being called a 'dear' but he nodded.\n\n\"Of course Yogo-san, I shall wait here for your return.\""
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"Delightful.\" He would rise, bow to the Bayushi, and then make some adjustments. The easel was astonishingly clever. The legs folded up and locked, allowing him to carry it with the painting still in place, obviating the need to carry them separately."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura simply sat on a bench and waited"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "As said, he would return most of an hour later. He was dressed in fine going-out clothing. Yukata, a pair of geta shoes in one hand, a lovely haori. His massive bundle of hair had been adjusted to hang differently, and even little tassels added to his lapine mask. \"Ah, there you are. My thanks for your patience. It can be a chore to keep up appearances as we must.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura rose from the bench.\n\n\"Let's try to catch one before it starts, I hate arriving mid showing and can't sit through something if I didn't see how it began, plus I want to see if I can get some dango on the way there.\" He said, gesturing to the exit"
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "He would pick up a parasol he'd left behind where he'd been painting. \"Of course. Snacks are always a delight before a good show, nothing distracts more from a good performance than hunger.\""
}
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"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "As Bayushi Kotori does whatever she does in the gardens, a servant walks up to her and bows saying \"Konnichiwa, Bayushi-sama. A Crane man by the name of Kakita Kage has requested you at the entrance to the gardens.\"\n\nThe servant looks a little nervous that a Crane is fraternizing with Scorpion but that is not his place to say. But his discomfort is VERY clear.\n\nThe sun is at midday and when she greets the Crane he looks rather calm and almost amused. He presents a box. What is it I wonder?"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori approached slowly, not intentionally, of course, but as befitting a woman of her station taking small steps and wearing elaborate kimono. She carried a parasol to shade her porcelain skin from the sun, though the gems on her mask glittered even in the shadows. A pleasant smile settled on her painted lips as she grew closer.\n\n\"Good day to you, Kakita-sama. Was a pleasant surprise to see you again.\" \n\nWhen he offered the gift, she smiled and shook her head. \"A gift is unnecessary, I cannot possibly accept.\" \n\n\"What brings you here, Kakita-sama? Are you here to visit the baths, or perhaps the menagerie? Please, allow me to be your guide.\"\n\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "Kakita Kage was wearing a fine Kimono and -oddly enough- a small amount of subtly feminine makeup letting hint that there is something different about this Crane. He wore his rings the name on the custom ring now clear *Daidoji no Kakita Asami*.\n\n\"Good day to you as well, Bayushi-sama. I was hoping to see the menagerie. And I'd be honored if you showed me around.\"\nHe said those first and last parts as he bowed.\n\nHe was hoping his odd appearance wasn't off-putting.\n\n\"To be forthright I was merely hoping to see you again. You're a most fascinating person.\"\nHe looked around for the Yojimbo hoping he wouldn't interrupt his visit."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori smiled again, passing the gift off to a waiting attendant. She would open it later, as was proper, now devoting the entirety of her attention to her guest. \n\n\"I would be delighted, Kakita-sama. This way.\" She bowed in response before making a slow, sweeping gesture to a path on their right. She began walking slowly, a comfortable strolling pace.\n\n\"To think I made such an impression in so short a time,\" Kotori teased him as they walked, \"I see that your appearance is somewhat changed. Were you on your way to or from another engagement, or is the honor all mine?\" \n\nChances were high that someone from his clan had informed Kage that the gardens were one of the safest places in the city for a Scorpion aside from the embassy. While he was unlikely to see them, a person able and ready to protect the little Scorpion were always present. That was to say nothing of the dozens of gardeners and groundskeepers and other servants roaming the gardens carrying out their tasks. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "He looked mildly uncomfortable at the mention of his manner of dress.\n\n\"The honour is all yours. The makeup is a day-to-day thing.\"\n\nHe kept that normal smile that looked like something was amusing him.\n\nHe was aware that being here was a little unpopular but he didn't particularly give a fuck right now. He looked around with what he attempted at subtlety but it was obvious that he was uncomfortable in such a place."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"How wonderful.\" Her eyes narrowed in amusement. \"It is an unusual look, but I think it suits you.\" \n\nAs they progresses through the gardens, the calls of numerous birds could be heard the nearer they approached the menagerie. There were some other sounds as well, a strange almost bovine bellow, a low growl. There were other samurai visiting the gardens as well, strolling about either alone or in pairs, engaged in thought or conversation. More than one was seated on one of the grassy areas, enjoying the midday sun and perhaps a cup of tea. It really was a beautiful place, and no amount of clan bias could ever take that away, not truly.\n\n\"Have you been well since last we met? You look to be in good health and spirits both.\" \n\nShe angled the parasol over her opposite shoulder so she could better give Kage her attention, glancing over at him frequently as they walked.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "\"I have been fine. Had quite a stimulating theological conversation with a Unicorn Shugenja and a Mantis individual...\" \n\nHis voice did little to hide his distrust of Mantis. Odd that he'd distrust Mantis and Lion so much but Scorpion he was practically friendly with. \n\n\"How about you? Hopefully you haven't heard anything bad about me\"\n\n He said that last part almost jokingly with a tone of amusement, like the rumors were amusing to him. He looked over at a Scorpion couple having tea and almost seemed sad before returning his attention back his beautiful companion."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"A discussion on theology... How interesting.\" Her brows arched up slightly behind her mask as she listened to him, wondering which individuals exactly he had met. \n\nRounding another bend in the path, the menagerie came into view. There were more people gathered here, clustered in front of different enclosures or pens. \n\n\"Why Kakita-sama, for what reason should I hear anything bad about you?\" She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice playfully. \"Have you been up to anything *Untoward?*\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "A momentary break in his charm occured where the fire in his eyes showed again but he quickly regained himself.\n\n\"Of course not. But you know, when you're a politician or a diplomat people spread *Untoward* Rumors and I want to make sure you don't have any false information about me\"\n\nInternally he was terrified. If she knew what he was she'd trust him. Shit. He shouldn't have brought it up."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She hid a giggle behind her sleeve. \"Oh, dear. Have you forgotten to whom you speak? We Scorpion are the epitome of untoward rumors and false information.\" \n\nBefore they approached the animal enclosures, Kotori paused beside a copse of trees. She pointed towards an impressive spider web shining faintly gold in the light, in the center of which rested a large, colorful spider.\n\n\"It would not surprise me at all if people spread tales that I myself am a *Jorogumo*, luring unsuspecting men into my web to feed upon them.\" \n\n\"It is good to be aware of rumors, but one should be cautious before giving them too much weight.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "He gave a slight chuckle at his own ignorance.\n\n\"Hehe. Well you see I have heard some interesting rumors about you. Some do consider you a *Jorogumo*. A nasty lie if you ask me. You're far too modest to be a *Jorogumo*. But I'm no fool. Most people have head rumours about who or *What* I might be. So I'm curiouos Bayushi-sama, what have ***You*** Heard?\"\n\nHe hid his fear behind a mask of charming inquisitiveness. There *Were* Many rumours about him. Some said he was a *Yūrei*, others said he was an *Oni*, and still more held the -mostly untrue- notion that he was a *Shinobi*. But still there were more and far more nasty rumours and he wanted to make sure she would trust him"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She laughed when he confirmed the rumor she may be a literal man eater, the sound musical, almost twinkling. She looked at the impressive spider web for another moment before turning her gaze back to Kage, a smile still on her lips. \"I am pleased to know you think better of me.\"\n\nA few more steps brought them to the first enclosure; a wide, shallow rock pool perhaps three feet at its deepest, in which were a number of crabs. Many of the crabs were still or walking along the bottom slowly, lazily, clearly not on the hunt for food or anything else. However, as they stood, one of the crabs executed a remarkable behavior: it sprang straight up into the air from the pool, some several feet, before landing on the sandy bank. It then scuttled about slowly, in no particular direction. At least she no longer jumped in surprise when they did.\n\n\"What rumours have I heard, hm,\" She mulled the question over as she watched the crabs, making sure their numbers had not changed since the day before. One of the nearby birds had been getting a bit bold, and it wouldn't do to have the exhibits eating each other.\n\nThe expression on the face of the little Scorpion grew serious for a moment as she once again locked him within her vulpine stare. She was studying him, as though she could see behind his very eyes and into his soul. And then, she just smiled, as sweet and friendly as she'd ever been. \n\n\"I have heard you are a great lover of the arts and a man of great resourcefulness, both of which traits I admire.\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "He didn't fully believe that she hadn't heard any of the rumors but he didn't really care either.\n\n\"Well I'm flattered that you think so highly of me!\"\n\nHe couldn't look away from her eyes. They were enrapturing. He wished he could stand there with her forever. He ended up looking away to see the birds, he particularly liked one bird with balls of jade. \n\n\"You told me about something people say about you so I'll share something of mine. There are people who say I am an *Onryō*. That I have returned from the afterlife in search of revenge. That I am a brutal being of pure malice. Nasty rumor but there's not much I can do about it. What do you think of such things? Do you believe that spirits walk the world doing whatever it is that spirits do?\"\n\nHe loved these conversations he had with her. Maybe he'd send her letters occasionally."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "This man was terribly amusing. Once again, speaking to a Scorpion about unflattering rumors. One may as well comment on the color of the sea or sky—almost always the shade was blue, if of varying shades or hues. Rumors were much the same; true or not, seldom were they good.\n\n\"While you perhaps *Could* Be an onryō in disguise, you seem to have manifested as the wrong gender.\" She purposefully gave him a sweeping up and down look to emphasize her point, still smiling. \n\n\"Do I believe in spirits and yurei and yokai? I do, absolutely. If shugenja can speak to the kami—this we have both witnessed, I am sure—how can we deny the existence of other things which may be seldom seen, or seen only through special eyes?\" She leaned in just a little, lowering her voice teasingly. \"After all, I am allegedly a yokai myself. It wouldn't be right to deny my own existence.\" \n\n\"And, Kakita-sama, were you a vengeful spirit, for what would you be seeking revenge? What wrongs have been committed against you?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "His charming look faded and became one of sadness but he regained himself again. \n\n\"It's not necessarily an appropriate topic. It was terrible is what I'll say. If you want to know more we'd need a more private meeting.\"\n\nHis eyes still looked sad, the fire died down. Kage looked like his soul had been cut. \n\n\"But folk tales say that *Jorogumo* Are scorned women who devour men. Who scorned you?\"\n\nHe was half joking but his knowledge of folklore did make him want to know."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Seeing his expression droop, Kotori immediately ceased smiling and lowered her eyes apologetically. \"A thousand apologies, Kakita-sama. I did not mean to dredge up painful memories.\"\n\nThe little Scorpion looked out towards the other animal enclosures, seeing the ill-tempered camel stalking about his pen and bellowing for who knew what reason. \"Who has scorned me... That is a good question, Kakita-sama. I suppose it was be fair to say that many men have scorned me, though not necessarily in a romantic way.\"\n\n\"How amusing we should be discussing this.\" Her lips twitched up slightly but her smile was neither playful nor joyful. \"Just the other day I was discussing yokai with a friend.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "\"It's fine. We all have bad experiences. Mine just still haunt me. But that's not important right now...\"\n\nHe looks over at the camel as well and smiles. \n\n\"Would you know where that camel is from? I've been many places -a perk of being a foreign diplomat for the Crane- maybe I've been to that camels home ***Chuckles***\"\n\nHe was unsure how to ask his next question but decided to see her response to the camel question first. Work his way up. \n\n\"Yokai? That's an interesting topic. And an interesting coincidence.\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I think we are all haunted by something. Anyone who is not hasn't really lived.\" Fox-like eyes flashed over to Kage's face to assess his reaction. She'd unintentionally found a sore spot, and did not wish to poke it again. Not without good reason.\n\n\"I believe they are creatures native to The Burning Sands. So tells me a Unicorn.\" She smiled at the thought, shaking her head with a little laugh. \"Did you know they *Spit*? And apparently quite regularly!\" \n\nKotori feigned a shudder of disgust. \"Yes. My friend is allowing me to borrow his rather exquisite copy of *Kwaidan.* I was thinking that I would like to be a yuki-onna, if I must become a yokai.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "He moved on from that uncomfortable topic. He decided to go more happy topics\n\n\"I've been there actually! A camel once spat on me. It was disgusting. Say perhaps I could talk more about my travels over a more formal cup of tea. Just the two of us?\"\n\nHe knew he had grown attached to her quickly but he hoped it'd be worth it. She was a delightful woman.\n\n\"Sorry if the question is too bold. I would hate to offend you.\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Her brows arched slightly, but her smile remained; her poise was not so easily shaken. \n\n\"I would very much enjoy to hear of your travels, Kakita-sama.\" She twisted her parasol slightly in her hands, slender fingers stroking slowly up and down the handle. Suggestive? Yes. \n\n\"I am honored to accept your invitation, though we have to negotiate exactly what \"Just the two of us\" Means.\" Her eyes glinted playfully. \"After all, I am an unmarried woman and unable to defend myself. Not from you, of course. I am sure you would *Never* Even think to do something... Perverse.\" The last word was spoken with intentional slowness, her smile remaining. \"But, should we be set upon by ruffians? I could not dare burden you with my safety in addition to your own.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "\"Oh! Of course! How could I forget that haha! I guess you could bring your Yojimbo. His job ***Is*** To protect you. How does that sound? And perhaps at the same Tea House as last time we met?\"\n\nHe was elated that she had accepted his invitation at all. He didn't relish the thought of the Yojimbo tagging along but what can you do. His eyes quite obviously -to anyone paying attention- were fixed on the movement of her hands.\n\n\"But I must assure you that safety isn't a concern, Bayushi-sama\"\n\nHe slightly pulls back one side of his Kimono showing the hilt of a *Tanto*.\n\n\"I know it's rude to carry these around but you can understand a little Paranoia. I can pass this off to a servant now though if that'd be more comfortable. I want to see more but do not wish to offend\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I do not for a moment question your abilities, Kakita-sama.\" She smiled, slowly opening her hand and then curling her fingers back around the handle of her parasol one at a time in smooth succession. The fingers of a musician were nimble, indeed. \n\n\"I will request he sit a short distance away, and only stay nearer during the trek to and from. Will that be a reasonable accommodation?\" \n\n\"And I take no offense, Kakita-sama. We are all due the right to protect ourselves. Come, let me show you more of the animals.\" She began walking towards another enclosure. In this one, a very strange looking animal with an extremely long snout snuffled at the ground as it walked. The front paws were lighter than the back, producing an odd effect that occasionally made the animal seem to have two heads. While the long claws on its forefeet looked vicious, it seemed a docile animal, a long tail swishing the ground lazily like a broom. \n\n\"This is Gurume. He's become one of my favorites recently.\" Kotori's expression took on a more gentle cast as she watched the animal amble about, sniffing here and there. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "\"That is quite a reasonable accommodation. And thank you for understanding.\"\n\nHe was worried that carrying a weapon -even one as small as his *Tanto* Would be viewed as an insult. This animal though was quite fascinating.\n\n\"Gurume? He's a fun animal. I can see why you like him so much. Do you always take to odd looking creatures?\"\n\nThat last part was a subtle reference to his unusual appearance from the make-up to the vitiligo splotches. He liked making humour about his own appearance at times."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"He's very gentle, despite his size and claws. The keepers tell me he enjoys having his belly rubbed. I suppose many people might be tamed in much the same way, a fully stomach and a comfortable home. Include affection, and what more is required?\" \n\nOddly enough, she had never given the pale patches on his hands and face more than a passing glance, the way one might assess a stranger's hair style or eye color. Kotori glanced from the giant anteater back to the Crane, tipping her head with a grin.\n\n\"I try to find beauty in all things, even those which may be unconventional or strange. Tell me, Kakita-sama, does the garden please you thus far? We aim to make this a place of peace and tranquility with the city where things may so often be contentious and cruel.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "It was odd that she didn't judge Kage's splotches. Normally people ostracise him for his strange look.\n\n\"The garden is beautiful. Quite a peaceful place. What is your favourite thing in the Garden?\"\n\nHe wanted to keep this conversation for a while. It was nice. He wondered what he'd put in those letters he planned on setting."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"My favorite thing...\" She pondered the question for a moment, strolling over to the enclosure which held the woodcock hen and her chicks. The juvenile birds were no where to be seen, though the adult was performing her bounce and step dance, every so often digging her beak into the dirt. \n\n\"There is a quiet pavillion further into the gardens that I like. I find myself going there for solace and when I wish to compose.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "\"That sounds quite delightful. Would you show it to me? I think this would be a fine place for making one of my paintings in the future\"\n\nHe loved the way the light bounced off the flowers and the antics that the animals would get up to. Every sound, every sight, and every smell brought him more joy then before.\n\n\"The Scorpion are far more beautiful then they are given credit for. This garden is like a paradise. And the people are beautiful too\"\n\nHe said that last line with a subtle wink."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori smiled at his flattery, demurely lowering her eyes. \"You are much too kind. But I am pleased to hear you find the gardens to be a beautiful place.\"\n\n\"You mention you paint. What are some of your favorite subjects? Perhaps I might acquire one of your works in the future.\" \n\nIt was true, the gardens *Were* Stunning. The numerous winding paths were all meticulously maintained, all the flora carefully planted and pruned for maximum aesthetic appeal. In the summer, when more of the flowers were in bloom, it would be an even more incredible sight.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "\"You are most welcome. And I tend to paint people or animals. Mostly people. Particularly women. I once painted the Crane Daimyō for his child.\" \n\nHe liked talking about his art. While at heart he was a politician, he was also an artist. His eyes sparkle when he talks about his art.\n\n\"I'd love to make a painting for you sometime. I'd be happy to get you a piece. Sadly though I cannot do so for free. You know how it works right?\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "As Kage spoke, Kotori produced a fan from her open, snapping it open and giving a few lazy flaps towards her face. She held it in front of her face then, so only her eyes were exposed. \n\n\"I would not *Dream* Of not providing compensation for your endeavors, Kakita-sama. An artist should be given just recompense. After all, it is not merely effort we expend when creating, is it? We impart a piece of our very soul.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "\"A Scorpion who appreciates Fine Art! That is quite wonderful. No offense intended to your Clan but it's not often that I find someone of the Scorpion who properly understand what does into making true art.\"\n\nHe did not intend to insult but did want to be honest. He wondered what piece he would get for her.\n\n\"How would you like an original painting of the Emperor himself? I made one a while back but haven't sold it yet\"\n\nHe didn't make that specific piece but wasn't going to admit it's actual origins. He had a feeling this woman would not appreciate a fence. One problem: there had been a lot of very loud chatter about a stolen painting of the emperor -that had been painted by a Unicorn not a Crane- he hoped that wouldn't blow up in his face/"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori nodded vaguely at his comment regarding her clan and their apparent philistine ways. Granted, it was a Crane speaking such words, but did he really think her kinsmen so... Coarse? Did he secretly think the same way of her, and his words had been nothing but flattery? Uncomfortable uncertainty began to encroach at the corners of her thoughts. \n\nThat caught her quite by surprise, and she turned to face Kage fully. \"You've actually met His Imperial Majesty?\" She stared at him openly, though whether her look was one of awe, surprise, or doubt was impossible to tell. \"I had no idea you were so well connected, Kakita-sama.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "\"Once a while ago. I was commissioned as a foreign diplomat. I had the chance to make a painting with His Imperial Majesty's permission. And do forgive my disrespectful word earlier. Your clan has many beautiful thing and are a beautiful people. It's just I've never seen scorpion art or heard of Scorpion appreciation of art. It took me bt surprise is all. Not at your clans fault but due to my prejudice\"\n\nHe did not mean to offend but was happy to brag. He had actually met the Emperor but this piece was not the one he painted. That one had already been sold. To the Emperor."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I perhaps am unworthy to be in His illustrious presence, even if merely in the form of a portrait.\" Kotori glanced away at nothing in particular, giving another slow flap of her fan. \"I am certainly still interested in acquiring one of your works, however. Do you have a studio where I may come to view your paintings?\"\n\nShe began to walk again, taking small, slow steps. \"We are not the black-hearted villains that others are so eager to paint us.\" Was that a hint of melancholy in her voice? Quite possibly. It was too somber to be reproach. If he was attentive, Kage might notice that her eyes had taken on the faintest of sorrows, the playful light dimming ever so slightly.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "daphreak417",
"message": "Kage noticed the light dimming and thought he should introduce her to the pieces he had actually made.\n\"I do happen to have a studio. It's a bit secluded but it's close to the Crane Embassy. I like that it's close to work as you can imagine. I'd be honoured if you were to stop by my studio some time\"\nHe was trying to recover after his little bump in etiquette there. He glanced around and all of a sudden his paranoia set in. Fuck not now. This was going so well."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I shall have to visit in the near future then.\" Kotori flashed him a smile, that, while small, was sincere. \"I am told the Crane embassy is every bit as beautiful as one would expect, though I have yet to make a visit there myself.\"\n\nBut then Kage's eyes seemed to dart here and there, like an animal hemmed in on all sides. Conered, she stopped where they were, and turned to face him. \"Kakita-sama, are you alright?\"\n\n\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "It was a sunny day in the Scorpion Gardens. Walking along its paths and taking in the sights of wild nature and exotic imported wildlife was a graceful, priestly figure.\n\nThough it was technically open to the other Clans (and indeed, very close to the Residence), Khulan made sure to stay on her guard without betraying that she was.\n\nFor all her vigilance, it certainly appeared like the Unicorn woman in her understated violet kimono (her *Meishodo* Talismans carefully stored but within reach) was simply enjoying a stroll.\n\nAnd she *Did* Enjoy it. The garden was, indeed, a place of beauty both exotic and conventional. And given her affinity with nature, the animals of the managerie were a welcome attraction (though she personally preferred that they should be free in their homelands).\n\nOf course, she wasn't alone. There were a few different colours of the other Clans, and the Scorpion caretakers, of course. Any she met was greeted and went on their way.\n\nNow she was at a small bridge over a modest stream, pausing to catch her breath while seeing if any of this place inspired her, whether in poetry or spirituality.\n\nBut from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a colour that was paradoxically both unexpected yet also expected to be found in a Scorpion establishment: the blue of the Crane.\n\n\"Good day, Kakita-san. It's a beautiful day for enjoying the gardens, isn't it?\"\n\nSpecifically, an icy-eyed and straight-faced young woman.\n\n*A full* Daisho. *Fitting for her family and their dedication to the blade.*\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "The Crane samurai-ko had only been to the Scorpion Gardens once before. For such an idyllic locale, the occasion had been surprisingly tense, mainly because she had spent it in the *Onsen* On the grounds, in the company of a woman named Bayushi Kaori. On the way out, Kiyoko had decided that she would like to visit the gardens proper when she could—she would never admit it, but the gardens here were more opulent than the ones at the Crane Embassy in Ryoko Owari (even if that was rather to be expected, given that the embassy was deep within Scorpion territory). Today, she had finally decided to wander the grounds.\n\nAn attractive woman of pale porcelain complexion accentuated by a distinctive beauty mark to the side of her chin and sporting chin-length platinum-white hair, Kiyoko had chosen to wear a black kimono embroidered with light blue sakura blooms and a dark blue obi turned back over itself to reveal a crimson streak today, over which she wore a blue haori that bore the Kakita mon, a crane cradling a katana in its wing, on its left shoulder. Her daisho was thrust through her obi, and she kept a vigilant eye on her surroundings: the Kakita duelist was not so foolish as to leave her guard down in a proverbial den of vipers, idyllic and pastoral as the scenery may have been. Especially when wearing the clan colors of the Scorpions' greatest enemy.\n\nKiyoko wandered the paths, taking in the songs of birds and the gentle breeze. Ahead, a bridge rose up from the path, and she noted that she had almost caught up to another garden guest wandering the trails. A violet kimono and brown hair, with only a wakizashi at her hip; not a bushi, then, but most certainly a Unicorn samurai-ko. The Crane duelist continued her leisurely pace, pausing here and there to admire a juniper or a yew tree, and was surprised when the Unicorn woman turned around and called to her as she neared.\n\n\"Good day, Unicorn-san,\" She replied. \"It is indeed a pleasant day.\"\n\nNow that Kiyoko was closer to the bridge, the woman's mixed features were more evident. Which Unicorn family was it that crossed its bloodlines with *Gaijin*, again? Or perhaps, which *Didn't*? She could not recall.\n\nAs the Crane walked the bridge, she stopped about a katana's length from Khulan and looked off down the stream. \"A good place to contemplate life's brevity with a haiku, I would think.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan's appearance was a study in contrasts. On the one hand, she was of an average height, and her features were shaped to that of most Rokugani females, slender and graceful. Her kimono, too, was of a fairly conventional style, being a humble violet with only a bit of white on its edges, as well as the Unicorn *Mon* On its back and the open hand of the Ide on its left shoulder.\n\nYet at the same time, her complexion was clearly foreign, being more sunburnt and windswept. Her hair falling down her sides, while neat, was also arranged in more foreign loops. And her obi held the most contrast, being a white fabric with gold thread that still draped down even while bound, some strange foreign script embroidered upon it.\n\nStill, there was genuine warmth and serenity in her hazel eyes and gentle voice as she nodded and replied.\n\n\"I've heard some poets say that any place can inspire poetry,\" She remarked, turning to look over the bridge. \"But I've also had teachers say that if that's so, you might as well be inspired in a garden.\"\n\nThe shugenja turned back to the Crane, a slight smile of an appropriate level on her lips. She seemed a contemplative, focused warrior.\n\n\"Of course, a garden's serenity is for more than just poets.\"\n\nA simple, complimentary reference to the samurai-ko's presence being welcome.\n\nGranted, even bushi were expected to cultivate their souls through art. Doubly so with the Cranes.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko nodded, gaze still focused on the stream as it flowed into the distance. Both were true, she thought—any place *Could*; and if so, why not a garden? The Crane listened silently for long moments to the sounds of the garden. The birds, the animals both exotic and common, the bubbling brook. It was deceptively placid, she thought.\n\nShe glanced at Khulan. \"I think the most serene garden is probably one's own.\" After all, only at home could a bushi truly let her guard down even a little—well, if one didn't count geisha, anyway.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "The Ide nodded in response, her gentle smile never wavering.\n\n\"I most certainly agree, Kakita-san. Any art may have beauty in its own right. But *Meaning* Speaks to the heart.\"\n\nAll the same, genuine reflections aside, she didn't miss the woman's own sense of focus. Like her, it seemed to be that particular layering of conversations. Focusing on the words and topics they shared, but with the silent subtext of their surroundings.\n\nAt least that was her initial thought, but too much scrutiny was detrimental. For now, it was enough to simply bow respectfully to this equally vigilant samurai-ko.\n\n\"Allow me to introduce myself,\" The Unicorn said with flowing grace, rising to meet the Kakita's gaze. \"I am Ide Khulan, a spiritual consultant of my Clan. I am glad to make your acquaintance.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko blinked at Khulan. She couldn't really argue with that—who wanted to see only vanity and emptiness all their days? The duelist nodded her agreement belatedly. What was it with Unicorn clan society that seemed to breed such unfamiliar ways of thinking?\n\nAt least the Unicorn samurai-ko was polite. Kiyoko returned her bow, careful to mirror the depth of it. \"Kakita Kiyoko, a bushi,\" She said by way of reply. \"Likewise a pleasure, Ide-san. As I recall, most of the Garden's denizens are gifts from your clan. Come to see how they fare under their current caregivers?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "The shugenja shrugged, though there was a slight smile gracing her lips.\n\n\"A subject which interests me, but sadly, I am not here to visit them.\" Khulan replied, her serene tone juxtaposed against light humour in her words. \n\nShe turned her gaze towards more of the garden's views, its wild plants and flowers, the placements of benches and decks where one might sit for a rest, a meal, or a game of *Go*.\n\n\"Like most visitors, I simply wished to spend time in the beauty of these gardens. And as someone with an interest in poetry, I wished to see if a change in setting might lead to different inspiration.\"\n\nTurning back to the warrior Crane, Khulan's expression and tone both warmed openly.\n\n\"And what of yourself, Kakita-san? Have you come to enjoy the garden's beauty, or to seek a place for contemplation?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "A poet? Kiyoko gave Khulan a sidelong, appraising look. The woman projected a quiet, almost demure serenity that certainly *Fit* Kiyoko's idea of what a poet looked like—probably why she didn't consider herself a poet, even if she wrote poetry.\n\n\"The garden *Is* Beautiful,\" She admitted. The Crane looked down the stream again. *Would* Such a place as this be conducive to contemplation? She wasn't so sure.\n\nKiyoko leaned forward, resting her arms on the bridge's railing. A breeze picked up momentarily, and she held up one hand to keep her hair in place. \"It was worth a second visit, at least.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "The Ide nodded with gradual understanding. This Kiyoko was indeed a fairly taciturn woman. Fitting for a composed Kakita. And judging by her omission in her reply, she was also apparently more wary of their surroundings.\n\nUnderstandably so; the Scorpions were most often rivals of the Unicorn and Crane. Doubly so in this city all the Clans were stuck together in.\n\n\"With its striking appearance,\" She commented as she joined Kiyoko at the railing with a respectable distance, \"I can imagine so.\"\n\nThe mention of a second visit might be a mild curiosity in most cases, but in the context of their surroundings, it certainly held more curiosity. But for the time being, she held her tongue on the topic to avoid discourteous prying.\n\n*Still, I can at least commiserate with her.*\n\n\"I do wonder if it will inspire me to come again myself.\" Khulan mused lowly. \"One can find enjoyment here, but I suppose visitors are more likely to be at peace if they were Scorpions.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "The Kakita nodded absently, silent as she gazed downstream.\n\n\"I can be fairly assured that no harm will come to another Great Clan samurai *From the Scorpion* In this garden,\" She said. \"It would be quite the loss of face.\"\n\nKiyoko glanced in the direction of the onsen on the grounds. Was it brave or foolish of her that she had stripped naked and divested herself of her daisho in the presence of Scorpion samurai and ashigaru? Certainly, she had felt confident that the Scorpion clan would live up to the demands of hospitality, even to their enemies. That was simply Bushido.\n\n\"...Is it inspiring you *Now*, Ide-san?\"\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "\"I believe I agree with you, Kakita-san. Scorpions make for colourful villains in plays and pillow books... But it is wise to remember they don't sting without cause.\"\n\nThe shugenja swept her gaze across the gardens, from the little river passing under the bridge to the shrubberies and trees cared for by the groundskeepers. She wondered which of them were tasked with watching guests. Some? All? None?\n\n\"For the most part,\" She concluded, \"We're as safe here as we would be in any other court.\"\n\n*Which is to say: Somewhat, but not entirely.*\n\nThe Kakita turned her gaze for a moment, and Khulan instinctively followed along for a moment. The Scorpions' *Onsen*...Certainly open to everyone, but also where one feels the most vulnerable. Was that where she had been for her last visit?\n\nStill, that was this Crane's history. Khulan simply smiled slightly and nodded in response to her question.\n\n\"As a matter of fact, I believe it is. Some poetry is born from peace and serenity... Others from circumstances that make one alert.\"\n\nLooking to the Crane, the Ide spoke a bit more pointedly. Not removing the same gentle tone she always conveyed, but certainly with more visible interest in her companion's words.\n\n\"And is your second visit measuring up to your first?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"It is... Less tense.\"\n\nKiyoko would have expected that a soak in an onsen would have been a way to *Relieve* Tension, but that had hardly been the case. Instead, it had been more like the opening of a duel, where the duelists gauged each other's ability and focus. Or maybe a courtier's duel of words. It was exhilarating in its own way, but hardly what she had expected when she had stepped into the onsen.\n\nShe glanced at Khulan. \"So, what sort of poetry does Ide-san write? Haiku? Senryu? Tanka?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "She nodded in acknowledgement with a small smile. \n\n\"That is good to know, Kakita-san.\" Khulan said with a small smile and nod.\n\nIt was a pleasant enough answer from the Crane, pleasing to Khulan if only for the fact that it meant another person found some peace for the day. She didn't need to know whether it was because of her presence or simply that Kiyoko felt more at ease this day. Sometimes, saying more cheapened a thing into less.\n\nHer expression did light up with the question about poetry, however. And renewed vigour entered her voice as she spoke with subdued enthusiasm.\n\n\"I do try my hand at all the forms of poetry, and I do find *Haiku* A most nuanced art. Though I do admit, I have a personal preference for the travel poetry of my Clan.\"\n\nShe remembered to catch herself, however, lest she consign her acquaintance to the realm of blank, polite stares as happened with her siblings. Instead, she shifted the focus again, returning with a similar thought.\n\n\"And do you have a favourite style of poetry as well?\" She asked, giving space for the possibility that Kiyoko preferred to be the audience rather than the poet.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Travel poetry? Kiyoko recalled that the Unicorn clan had a fondness for something by that name, but she could never remember what that entailed (beyond the obvious).\n\n\"I... See.\" \n\nThe bushi didn't press for an elaboration on the topic, content to let the Ide woman redirect the conversation to what style of poetry *Kiyoko* Preferred.\n\n\"Senryu,\" She said simply. Named for an imperial poet from centuries past, senryu was a form of poetry similar to haiku—except that rather than being focused on nature, senryu shone a spotlight on the folly of humanity. A part of Kiyoko liked it for its warning to avoid those moral pitfalls—another part of her secretly liked the feeling of superiority that came with the knowledge that she had *Not* Fallen into those traps.\n\nKiyoko paused a beat, then repeated a famous one she knew from memory: \n\"'Catching him\nI see the robber \nIs my own son.'\"\n\nShe tilted her head to look at Khulan, and said, \"That is a famous example of the form. They tend to be dark and a bit cynical. A good warning about how *Not* To be, and how *Not* To let things turn out. Is there a particular travel poem you are fond of, Ide-san?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan didn't mind Kiyoko's lack of familiarity. Travel poetry was mostly limited to her Clan; it was understandable few outside of it even heard of it.\n\nThe Crane's answer seemed most appropriate, reflecting her dignified introspection. And the windswept shugenja most assuredly enjoyed listening to her recital.\n\n\"Thank you for sharing that, Kakita-san.\" Khulan said gratefully with a short bow, rising with subdued enthusiasm. \"You recited it most admirably! As for myself?\"\n\nThat enthusiasm was reined in like a spirited steed, and the Ide drew upon her memory.\n\n\"*Great praise can be won*\n*With small gifts*\n*I have found friendship*\n*With something*\n*As simple as*\n*A pastry twist and tea.*\"\n\nThere was the soft silence that fell after the words for a moment, Khulan smiling.\n\n\"That was my favourite poem, and my Father's. Though its topics can vary as well.\"\n\nKiyoko's own perceptiveness, whether as a duellist or a poetry enthusiast, would gather its form: two lines that repeat certain key sounds with each other, then a third that does it within itself. And three more lines, following the pattern. And a complete freedom from other forms or syllables. Perhaps painfully so to the especially traditional.\n\n\"I can see its connections with senryu. Travel poetry also seeks to impart lessons, reminding the listener about an important truth,\" She explained eagerly, facing the Crane fully. \"Though we also lean on the utility of telling a tale with humour.\"\n\nThat eagerness softened into a serene thoughtfulness.\n\n\"I do find it most interesting. Forms and mood may differ... Yet their purposes are similar.\"\n\nThen, with renewed will, Khulan held off on giving her *Full* Opinion on how that was so. Both to avoid boring Kiyoko and to give her a chance to speak in turn.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko mused silently for a few moments after Khulan recited her own favorite poem. Somehow, standing atop a burbling brook seemed an extremely appropriate venue to hear travel poetry. Not that the travel poem in question had anything to do with streams, but still—it just resonated with the poet in Kiyoko. \n\n\"I can appreciate the comparison,\" The duelist said at length. She glanced at the Ide woman. \"And you said it was your father's favorite, as well? Does it remind you of him?\"\n\nThe Crane wondered whether Khulan's father was still around; and if he had passed on, if the association of the travel poem with her father's memory influenced her fondness for it.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "The Crane woman seemed to be genuinely appreciative, if not of travel poetry's specifics, at least of the fact that it was poetry in general. Khulan was pleased; more orthodox artists sometimes found its rhythms and alliterations jarring.\n\nThen again, for all the talk of them being hidebound traditionalists, she always did appreciate the work the Crane put in to build bridges. Some were big snobs, but she understood that with the Unicorn, there were those who tried to appreciate or understand their new ways. Either out of Duty, or Compassion. She preferred the latter, but appreciated the former.\n\n\"Indeed,\" She responded to her query with a short nod and a warm smile as memory was given voice. \"While his work's focus is diplomacy and negotiation, he does enjoy poetry as a part of courtly life. He would often read to us in our lessons. When he visits my home, we take time to enjoy such things.\"\n\nKhulan wasn't exactly an unexpressive woman. But her tone had certainly shifted again. First from genial greetings to eager enthusiasm, and now to a genuine fondness.\n\n\"We have other topics, of course. Ironic twists, comments about Honour or the price of greed. But this poem, I feel, represented him and his work most pleasingly: to build friendships, and find it in the little things.\"\n\nHaving said her piece, she held the Kakita's gaze and returned the question.\n\n\"And what of yourself, Kakita-san? Was that poem one of your favourites as well?\"\n\nIt was said without judgement of the senryu's grim turn, with no pressure to be specific. If anything, such awareness of life's harshness was even praised among the samurai. A similar attitude assigned to life's impermanence.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko shook her head. \"No, though I appreciate the poem's unexpected turn. A man being stolen from us bad; in a way, it is even worse for the fact that it is his own son. A betrayal on top of a theft.\"\n\nThe Crane's gaze grew distant. Did she really *Have* A favorite poem? If she did, it was probably one of her own. She turned the subject around again: \"You seem close to your father.\" It was as much statement as question.\n\nFor her own part, Kiyoko recalled her father fondly—still alive, and a magistrate in Mura Sabishii Toshi, he had always doted on his only daughter. Many fathers favored their sons, but not hers. If anything, her parents had favored *Her* Over her two brothers, though that may have been as much due to her being marked early on in life as a prodigy with the sword-arts of iaijutsu and kenjutsu.\n\n\"He is a courtier like yourself, then?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan nodded appreciatively, enjoying the discussion of art. The distance in the Crane's gaze spoke to an intense focus, and due consideration for this conversation.\n\nThe question was a surprise, though. But not an unwelcome one.\n\n\"He is,\" Khulan answered, \"Though I must confess, I ended up walking the path of the shugenja when my gift was discovered.\"\n\nHer expression eased into a familiar smile.\n\n\"But yes, he is close to all of his children. Though our mother had to handle most of our true lessons.\"\n\nMemories of their father briefly flashed before her eyes. Lord of his modest (for a samurai) home in Turo-Kojiri, returning after months, or at the end of a long day of minding their wards. The dignity of a calm, composed lord melting like snow before spring, eager to share in the life of his family.\n\n\"Father had precious little time to spend with his family,\" She said almost distantly, as if she had one foot in the present and another in the past, \"So he preferred to spend it doting on us.\"\n\nEach of his children had something special and unique with him. In her case, it was the status of the eldest daughter, and most often, her mother's helper. Her siblings' keeper.\n\nKhulan's focus returned like a turn in a ceremonial dance, and she regarded the Crane with the same welcoming warmth.\n\n\"I understand, of course. For the likes of us, parents prepare children for Duty. But I am thankful for the parts he played in shaping me.\"\n\nIt might have been surprising that Khulan was willing to share that much. But she was certainly happy to do so... And return the question.\n\n\"And what of yourself, Kakita-san? Are either of your parents *Bushi* As well?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"A shugenja,\" Kiyoko echoed absently. The Crane samurai-ko had little use for the powers of the Kami, though they were powers indeed. They were just too unpredictable and hard to control for her to truly rely upon them for much. She would hardly turn down the aid in a fight, though she much preferred to rely upon her own strength and steel. But then, if she had any talent for communicating with them herself? Who knows, maybe she would think differently.\n\nShe glanced at Khulan at the question about her own parents. \"Both are. Magistrates in Mura Sabishii Toshi. *Otousan* Was friends with my sensei, and between the two of them, they are the reason I am a bushi myself. Good judges of both skill and character.\"\n\nNot that she much wanted to elaborate on the 'character' part: they had both seen her eagerness for bloodshed when she was younger. But then, they had also seen the wisdom of sending her on a *Musha shugyo,* Where that belligerence was tempered.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "\"They sound like good teachers indeed.\" Khulan said warmly while nodding. \"I am sure you honour them well.\"\n\nThe woman herself seemed to have the proper demeanour for a bushi: focused and disciplined, with a warrior's readiness. Traits applicable in any path for the samurai, but especially relevant for those who took up arms.\n\nHer gaze turned to the flowing stream again. She always had an affinity with its flow, and had been told her Water was strong. Though she often wondered if that wasn't just her fascination with tea.\n\n\"Father taught us well,\" She said, \"But my true teachers of what was expected of me were my mother and my own *Sensei*, the Iuchi who discovered my gift.\"\n\nA short smile returned to her lips. Slight and nostalgic.\n\n\"A unique circumstance, but not unheard of, for a family less attuned to the spiritual to produce a rare shugenja.\"\n\nThere was a certain wistfulness to her words. She didn't regret who she grew up to be, but her upbringing would always remain with her. As did thoughts about what could have been had she walked her father's path.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Mmn,\" Kiyoko murmured. It was about as close as she would come to getting emotive around a stranger.\n\n\"Is your mother not a shugenja as well?\" She asked, pushing off from the bridge's railing, then turning around and leaning back against it. She propped her arms on the railing behind her and looked around their surroundings in the Garden.\n\nWas that gardener always there? Kiyoko wondered, eyeing a man out of the corner of her eye. No doubt a simple gardener, but the Crane hardly wanted to let her guard down here, regardless.\n\n\"Or what did she teach you?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "The Ide shook her head in response while turning to share the view the Kakita beheld.\n\n\"No; she was once a scout and explorer, but learned a few more courtly pursuits to better manage our home while Father was on duty.\" \n\nA wed bushi could still learn how to run a household, just as a courtly parent could still be firm and disciplined. But it wasn't unheard of for a samurai to diversify their skills depending on their duties.\n\n\"Still, whatever my Father taught us, she made sure we *Learned*.\" Khulan said, nostalgic humour apparent in her tone. \"And besides that, she taught us how to ride and use a bow. She was always more familiar with the saddle than Father was.\"\n\nShe noted the Crane observing her surroundings. Indeed, neither of them forgot where they were, public setting aside.\n\n\"Hm,\" She uttered while stepping onto the centre of the bridge's path, \"I believe I have soaked in as much of this stream as I wish.\"\n\nThe shugenja then turned back to the Kakita.\n\n\"Are there any other sights in these gardens you came to see, or that you'd recommend, Kakita-san?\"\n\nA subtle shift in her invitation, offering a chance to resume moving through here.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Ah. An adaptive woman, your mother,\" Kiyoko said. \n\nKhulan's oblique invitation was not lost on the Crane, and she pushed off of the bridge's railing to stand upright again. She looked around, first to the left and to the right—the way she had come from, and the way she was going—then turned to her right.\n\n\"I had not thought to do much more than wander and see what awaited me, truth be told,\" Kiyoko said. She motioned ahead, then started walking at a slow pace; hopefully, Khulan would take the cue to accompany her. \"And you?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "\"Indeed,\" Khulan agreed with proper modesty, \"A hallmark of her school.\"\n\nKiyoko's response seemed like another example of watchfulness in her surroundings. But at the very least, being her in 'Scorpion territory' didn't seem to daunt here. Taking her slow walk's meaning, the brown-eyed Ide followed suit, walking abreast with the Crane.\n\n\"Much the same as you, Kakita-san,\" She answered. \"I simply wished to see the Gardens at least once, whatever it may hold.\"\n\n*Though I know some might worry I was taking an unnecessary risk.*\n\n\"Still,\" She added with a smile, \"I am most thankful that the fortunes saw fit for our paths to cross. New arrivals can often find common ground; something which united some of my Father's wards.\"\n\nThat, too, drew a comparison to the two ladies here in the Scorpion Garden. Though the friendly image also had the subtext that both were on their guard for their hosts.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko raised an eyebrow. Khulan's father's *Wards*? The two samurai-ko kept a leisurely pace as they made their way through the Gardens, and Kiyoko took advantage of the pace to take in the carefully sculpted landscapes around them. Juniper trees, maple and yew trees, various shrubs and bushes... All planted in a layout that seemed paradoxically carefree and meticulously planned. \n\nThe Crane bushi paused near one particular juniper tree and stared up into its branches. She had always like this particular species of tree, though she couldn't really say why.\n\n\"When you say 'wards,' do you mean students? Or your brothers and sisters?\" She asked, reaching up to lightly tap one juniper needle-cluster with the pad of a finger, mostly on a whim.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "The Ide smiled with genuine pleasure that Kiyoko was expressing curiosity. As the bushi might have gathered by now, Khulan cherished her family and enjoyed talking about them.\n\n\"Children from other Clans sent to live with us for awhile,\" She answered, looking at the juniper tree that captivated the Crane. \"Some would say guests, others hostages. We tried to be good hosts, though.\"\n\nIt was a fact. As much as her family strove to provide a peaceful atmosphere of goodwill, politics were politics. Though even the circumstances of the children's arrival didn't necessarily reflect their own attitude to their temporary home.\n\n\"Most maintained their distance. But a few did grow at least a little closer to us. We hoped to sow the seeds of peace in the future.\"\n\nShe glanced over to the seemingly haphazard arrangements of the garden. It might have seemed so to many, and it was true she wasn't fully versed in such landscaping. But her own experience crafting jewellery gave her an appreciation for every decoration having its place.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko was familiar with the idea of political hostages: children sent to live with a rival as a guarantee against untoward behavior. It was a fairly common practice, though not one she had ever encountered as a child herself (either as the ~~hostage~~ guest, or as a host).\n\n\"Ah. So,\" She replied. \"An interesting idea of 'peace.' I cannot imagine being particularly well-disposed toward people who I lived with unwillingly. Has your family seen much proof of these 'seeds'?\"\n\nThe Crane onna-musha glanced back to Khulan, letting her hand fall to her side as she started walking again, slowly, so as to unhurriedly hear Khulan's reply as they walked.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Her smile remained, though there was a wistfulness to her eyes. She understood that problem well.\n\n\"Well... I suppose that depended on the 'ground' on which they landed, Kakita-san. Though the short answer is: It's hard to tell.\"\n\nThey understood: They could not take it for granted that a ward would match the attitude of their family. Not even when most of those arrangements were based on friendships her Father built in the Clans he visited. So, they simply did their best, and hoped they took back stories that they were good hosts.\n\n\"I am sure some thought nothing of it and went back to their old lives like normal, the seeds plucked by birds.\" Khulan said in a matter-of-fact manner. \"Or they tried, but life and Duty simply called them to a different path, strangling the seeds or drying them up.\"\n\nTurning to Kiyoko, her voice's serenity grew in its gentle resolve as they passed a maple.\n\n\"Still... I would like to believe that there are those in whom they took root and grew strong. Perhaps as a voice for peace, who knows of Compassion between the Clans... But I'll be pleased if they simply remember my family fondly.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"All one can hope for,\" Kiyoko replied. She shrugged. \"Perhaps that is enough.\"\n\nThe Crane glanced at Khulan, mildly surprised at her introspective nature. The pair walked the meandering path through the gardens, and Kiyoko fell silent, lost in her own thoughts. It was a shame that Khulan was not a bushi herself—the Kakita duelist would have loved to have seen how she handled a blade. After all, only in swordplay could a warrior's heart be made known... And Kiyoko had a feeling that Khulan would be a calm, composed dueling partner from first to last.\n\n\"...A Calm Heart...\" The Crane mused idly.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan found that she was greatly appreciating Kiyoko's presence. While she was trained in conversation, she also understood the value of silence. Or rather, how silence let one *See* And *Listen*.\n\nKiyoko was a composed warrior, and perhaps cautious in their present surroundings. But she was also good company for a simple walk among nature.\n\n*A mind that is focused and sharp. She is like still waters which run deep. And a surface which can reflect who looks into it.*\n\nThe words she uttered, however, piqued the Ide's interest. It was, after all, the name of her family's greatest dojo. And a road not taken.\n\n\"...Will lead to the Perfect Stroke.\" Khulan finished unbidden.\n\nIt was an odd and unexpected pairing. But for all that, the two of them seemed to settle in a kind of harmony as they walked among nature. Watchful of their surroundings, yet living in the now.\n\n\"And did you know, Kakita-san? Our families' schools share a surprising amount of history.\"\n\nKhulan knew to not push too hard with anyone, especially new acquaintances.\n\nBut even so, she realised that even now, she might have sown a seed.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko gave Khulan a sharp look. She could not recall hearing that particular phrase before, though there was a certain sense to it. A certain beauty to it, also. Perhaps that was why she had felt drawn to the Calm Heart duelists when she had been on her *Musha shugyo*—though none had ever drawn that connection between the Kakita dueling style and the Calm Heart style explicitly, at least that she could recall. \n\n\"Do they? I am afraid that I was a poor student of history when I stayed in Calm Heart Village, a few years ago,\" The Kakita duelist said. She always had preferred hands-on experience over history lessons. \"Did Ide-san have the opportunity to train with the Calm Heart duelists herself?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "It wasn't exactly a common saying, but there was a certain poetry in it, reciprocating the respect she was showing to her family's duelling school.\n\n\"I have not; my gift was found early enough that I trained with the Iuchi from the start.\" Khulan answered. Fondly, she recalled \"I was, however, still raised an Ide, and know our histories. And one of my brothers has recently completed his education at the Single Strike dojo.\"\n\nThe more common duellist dojo of her Clan. But the Calm Heart grew out from it as a natural evolution, further embracing Ide values. They did not just strike for victory, but for reconciliation... Though until she could meet her brother again, the subtler distinctions were lost on her, who lay outside the school.\n\n\nAs they continued their walk past the trees and shrubberies, Khulan slowed her pace to glance at the flowers and herbs.\n\n\"But it is known to me that when the Ki-Rin returned, the Crane were among our greatest and most numerous teachers of the Empire's ways, including *Iaijutsu*. Our first senseis were from the Kakita, and they taught us the traditional form to better hold our own at court.\"\n\nTurning back to the Crane, Khulan's expression brightened. Her tone and demeanour were still calm, but she was warmly welcoming in gentle curiosity.\n\n\"Still, I was not aware that you had spent time with the Calm Heart Dojo! Was that an arrangement by your senseis, or a different opportunity?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"I see,\" Kiyoko replied, a note of disappointment in her voice. Her renewed curiosity came through in her voice as Khulan spoke of her brother. \"Oh. Is he here in Ryoko Owari as well? Maybe you could introduce me.\"\n\nAfter all, it would be hard to spar with someone who lived dozens or hundreds of miles away. Even if he wasn't a Calm Heart duelist, a sparring partner was a sparring partner.\n\nThe Crane nodded, vaguely recalling her own history lessons that the Crane had helped the Ki-Rin, now Unicorn, reintegrate. It made sense that the reintroduction of iaijutsu to the Unicorn clan would be at the hands of Kakita duelists.\n\n\"No, not my sensei. Not exactly,\" Kiyoko said. \"Although he was the one who sent me on it, I was on a *Musha shugyo* For several years before I was sent to Ryoko Owari Toshi. It was... Self-directed, you might say. So I found my way to the Calm Heart dojo relatively late in my journey.\"\n\nGiven that it was to cool her bloodthirstiness that she was sent on a warrior-pilgrimage to begin with, had she found the Calm Heart duelists sooner, it may have taken her less time to complete that pilgrimage.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "She could make an educated guess that given her passion for the blade, Kiyoko was interested in her brother Tanjiro's martial talents.\n\n\"Alas, he is not. He was assigned to protect another courtier assigned to Crane lands.\" Khulan explained with a lightly regretful smile. \"But if he should ever arrive here, I'll be sure to do so.\"\n\nHer answer about her time at Calm Heart dojo, however, received an appreciative nod. Especially since the warrior's pilgrimage held great appeal to the Unicorn way of life as a journey of discovery.\n\n\"Quite a journey indeed. But I hope that your time there was a fruitful one, and that my Clanmates were good hosts.\"\n\nKhulan imagined what that must have been like. A warrior on the road, without their family's name. And late in the journey, she would have gone through all the battles the road would throw at her.\n\n*A different experience altogether compared to my studies with the Iuchi.*\n\n\"And what would you say you learned from your time with the Calm Heart dojo?\" She asked curiously.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Please do,\" Kiyoko replied about the introduction to Khulan's brother. The Crane looked around contentedly, taking in the tranquil foliage around them. A brief thought occurred: Wasn't the Scorpion Garden also home to a number of *Beasts* And wildlife that the Unicorn had given them? She wondered where those were.\n\n\"Mmn. It was, and they were,\" Came her reply.\n\nA small smile crossed her lips as she answered Khulan's final question. \"How to fight with a *Calm heart*. I do not know that I care so much about leaving reconciliation open, but... There is also no need to go seeking offense.\"\n\nKiyoko shrugged.\n\n\"You mentioned your brother. Do you have any other brothers or sisters?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "She smiled peacefully at Kiyoko's answer.\n\n\"Then it seems you learned exactly what you were meant to carry with you, Kakita-san.\"\n\nThe words were sincere and true, appreciative without being overly defensive of her Clan's teachings. After all, besides each samurai walking their own path, she understood that such pacifism was only ever truly common among most of the Phoenix.\n\nThe question about siblings, however, brought a nod from the Ide, her expression brightening subtly.\n\n\"Indeed I do. Besides my younger brother, I have an elder brother and two younger sisters, each on quite a different path.\"\n\nShe decided that for now, Kiyoko didn't need to know about her sisterly instincts and her knack for mothering whichever wards were open to it.\n\n\"And what of yourself, Kakita-san?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Mmn.\" Kiyoko nodded. She wasn't sure about it being 'meant' to be, but she was sure she was a better woman—and *Kenshi*—and samurai—for it. \nAs for the Ide woman, the *Onee-san* Vibe was noticeable enough even without Khulan's verbal admission.\n\n\"Ah. A larger family, then,\" She said. She shrugged. \"Then again, it sounds like your house was busy frequently hosting 'guests,' so maybe it seemed even larger.\"\n\nKiyoko idly reached for and rubbed a small cherrywood *Netsuke* In the shape of a cat's head that poke through the top of her obi. A gift from her younger brother, Muzan. \"Two brothers. One older, one younger. Both bushi. Both in Crane lands, last I heard.\"\n\nThe duelist felt a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. She realized with a touch of—sadness? Nostalgia?—that she had not spoken to either of her brothers since her *Musha shugyo* Had ended, nor had she heard much in the way of news about them. \n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan smiled at her observation about her household, passively taking in the scenery. The trees were clearing, making way for shrubberies as they continued their walk through the gardens.\n\n\"Just so. I'm inclined to think that my many siblings prepared me to guide and host our guests... Though sometimes, I wonder if it was the other way around, and our guests helped me to be a better sister.\"\n\n*It seems her family is blessed to honour the warrior's path.*\n\nAmidst her contemplation, however, she did not fail to notice Kiyoko's shift in expression. The subtle hint of souring upon mentioning her brothers.\n\nNormally, Khulan's composed etiquette helped keep her from meddling overly much in the affairs of others. She knew when to speak, when to be silent, and when to leave well alone.\n\nWhich means any time she meddled, it tended to be a deliberate choice.\n\n\"Do you miss them, Kakita-san?\"\n\nIt was probably the most direct and involved question from the Ide all day. And the most Unicorn-like she had been in this conversation.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "The Crane looked askance at Khulan. She had not really thought much about her siblings in the intervening years since she departed on her *Musha shugyo*. The last time she had seen her older brother, Jin, had been shortly after she had (finally) been victorious in an iaijutsu duel against him. The fact that the Kakita Blade she bore had been passed to her from her grandfather Kiyoto, rather than to him, had been galling—even more so because up until that point, she had never beaten him. At least that match had settled things. He *Had* Given her his blessing after that.\n\n\"Mmn,\" She murmured, unsure how willing she was to answer such a personal question. This Ide woman *Did* Seem trustworthy, at least... Something like a big sister. The big sister she never had, Kiyoko thought wryly. \n\nShe finally nodded. \"Yes.\"\n\n\"They are family, after all,\" She said, once again rubbing that cat's-head netsuke.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan kept her serene manner as she listened to Kiyoko. She was certainly not one to look down on her sharing, but neither did she make a big fuss that might be more attention than was comfortable.\n\nInstead, she simply nodded with sympathy in response to the Crane's words.\n\n\"That is understandable. When all is said and done... Family is family.\"\n\nThey had been open (relatively speaking) about their families. So in the true Ide spirit, she aimed to reciprocate as their steps passed by a flowering bush.\n\n\"I can relate. Distance aside, it has been some time since I have seen my siblings. Or my children.\"\n\nNot so little as to make it one-sided. But not so much as to overwhelm her or make her feel obligated to share.\n\nStill, her own instincts, sisterly and motherly alike, were raised. Kiyoko wasn't the only samurai far from home, but to personally cherish one's family was still a blessing. To know that they were not just blood ties, but loved ones, made their absence feel larger. A feeling she knew well.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko glanced at the flowering bush as they walked. The Ide woman had children? This should not have surprised Kiyoko, and yet it did. In fact, when she thought about it, it should have been more of an anomaly for her *Not* To have children, especially since Khulan was not a bushi. \n\nKiyoko herself had rather negative associations with the prospect, given her ambition to become a Kenshinzen—pregnancy and child-rearing did not seem like they lent themselves well to continued training with the blade. Thankfully, her parents did not seem in any hurry to marry her off, nor did her superiors.\n\n\"How many?\" She said, hoping to deflect the conversation back to Khulan.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan did perceive some of Kiyoko's personal reservations, though said nothing about them.\n\n\nInstead, she merely nodded, her own familial feelings bubbling to her lips.\n\n\"Two. One has begun her studies with our courtiers, while my eldest is well into his training with our scouts.\"\n\nFolding her hands together, her eyes scanned their surroundings in passing like a bird gliding over a pond's surface.\n\n\"Hm, but as scenic as this garden is, perhaps I shouldn't forget myself and disturb it by going on and on about my family.\"\n\nHer gaze returned to the Crane. Someone who was decent company, and who trusted her enough to share a conversation about home.\n\n\"I believe I might be in the mood to sit down for some tea elsewhere.\" Khulan commented with a knowing nod. \"Would you care to join me, Kakita-san?\"\n\nWhile she understood the Scorpions would observe every courtesy in their garden, their ownership hung over it like a circling hawk. Something both she and Kiyoko were quite aware of.\n\nSo before their talks got even further without their knowing, she figured she could offer a change in venue.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "*Huh. So she still looks that youthful after giving birth twice—and both of them sound like they are at least a decade old. Then again, she is not a bushi... Who knows what a few years of pregnancies and childbirths would do to my kenjutsu regimen?*\n\nKiyoko took a leisurely look around. There didn't seem to be any spies lurking about. Still, a change of venue wouldn't hurt. She wasn't sure how much longer she could find enjoyment wandering the garden here, anyway. \n\n\"Tea sounds good,\" She said. \"Is Ide-san thinking of any tea house in particular? I admit I am only familiar with a couple, and one of them is over in the Two Gates district.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "It wasn't that Khulan showed no signs of motherhood. Rather, because her marriage went through at an early age (the way society intended), she entered that stage of her life fairly early on. And so, she had more time to grow into the mantle, going from *Onee-san* To *Okaa-san*.\n\nBeginning their journey out of the Scorpion Gardens, Khulan folded her hands behind her back. And after a few seconds of thought, she answered.\n\n\"I was thinking the Twin Trouts, along Downhill. It's classy, but not too lavish, and the tea isn't so fancy that it demands attention. But did you have any other places in mind, Kakita-san? After all, you *Are* The one graciously accompanying me.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko appreciated the leisurely pace that Khulan maintained as the pair made their way out of the Scorpion Gardens. The serene environs the Scorpion clan maintained there had certainly been worth visiting.\n\nWhat had been the name of that particular tea house in the Two Gates district she frequented? Kiyoko could not recall...\n\nAh, right. The Kazusue Tea House. Well, she wasn't opposed to trying new things.\n\nKiyoko shook her head. \"I have not been to the Twin Trouts before. I am curious to try it,\" She said. She did have a tendency to stick with what she knew, so it would be good to try something new.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "\"Indeed? Then it will be my honour to introduce you to it.\"\n\nOnce free of the Scorpion Gardens, they could perhaps relax a little more. Not that Ryoko Owari Toshi was the safest of places, but at least the city was a shared space, not strictly a Scorpion one.\n\nAs they journeyed towards the shops Downhill in earnest, Khulan did continue their conversations. Simple, but welcome. And hopefully, blending in with the traffic, they'd feel a bit more at ease. Though not as much as in a private booth for tea, of course.\n\n\"I will admit,\" Khulan began with good humour, \"It is only the teahouses I am familiar with in this city, even with all it has to offer. My cousin, however, has explored it more thoroughly.\"\n\nThey took a turn which would soon join into the area where one could come across the Twin Trouts.\n\n\"And have you had many opportunities to explore on your own, Kakita-san?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"I make it a habit to wander,\" Kiyoko replied, not bothering to look at Khulan as she did so. Crowds still set her on edge a bit—and even if they didn't, she was a bushi. She knew better than to let her guard down.\n\n\"Since I arrived in Ryoko Owari, I have done so only within the city. Mainly the wharves and downhill, though I did meet one of your clansmen when I wandered out to Teardrop Island once. He had just come back from some *Gaijin* Land where they ate sheep and had me try some sort of thing called 'hummus.'\"\n\nThe Crane sidestepped a pair of men carrying a large crate and continued walking, matching Khulan's pace.\n\n\"The hummus was not bad, but I think I will stick to edamame.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan nodded at her response, approving of her focus on her surroundings. It was oddly nostalgic; in a way, this was like her courtship with her Hiruma husband, such as it was.\n\n\"Oh? That must be Utaku Takeda-san. I thank you for taking care of him,\" She remarked, her smile lifting with good humour as she added \"And for your willingness to try a new cuisine. Don't worry, the Twin Trouts is quite conventional.\"\n\nFinally, they arrived. Compared to Kazusue or Benten's Garden, it could be called modest. But ultimately, it was classy without being formal, in contrast to Kazusue's traffic seeing it dress itself up to impress merchants and samurai alike. Here, there were still tasteful decorations and paintings gracing the walls at sensible intervals, none of which favoured any one Great Clan. Indeed, the place seemed like an island of calm amidst the bustle of the city, what with the samurai customers they saw coming and going in relative peace.\n\nServers ushered in the duo, one of them even recognising Khulan. Before long, they were seated in a booth providing some privacy.\n\n\"And thank you for the pleasure of your company, Kakita-san.\" Khulan affirmed from across Kiyoko as they took their seats on the mats. \"They've a decent selection of blends and other refreshments here. Have you thought of what you'd like?\"\n\nPerhaps they would pick up their previous topic, perhaps not. But indeed, this was a place for relaxation.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Utaku Takeda-san, yes,\" Kiyoko said, nodding. Though she hardly showed it, she was quite relieved to hear that she wasn't going to be subjected to *Exotic* Cuisine again today.\n\nAs the pair arrived at the Twin Trouts, Kiyoko glanced around, taking in the decor and noting that the servants seemed to recognize Khulan. The Ide woman must be a regular here—then again, perhaps she just had a particular air about her that made her easy to remember. Khulan did strike Kiyoko as *Unusual* Enough that that might be the case, too.\n\nThe Crane took a seat in their booth, slipping her Kakita Blade katana, *Reitenseiya*, out of her obi and placing it to her right. Kiyoko looked to the servant, then to Khulan. \"Mmn. I have not. Do you recommend anything?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "While she maintained the proper courtly decorum in her graceful movements, Kiyoko would certainly see that the Ide's eyes lit up at her question, and her words picked up the pace.\n\n\"Their selection may not be as broad as that at Kazusue, but the tea here is delightful all the same. Flavours that, by and large, most in the Empire would find familiar.\"\n\nA preamble which might have been unnecessary, perhaps, but there was a subtle enthusiasm in the woman's words. From where she sat, she calmly quoted tea blends to the Crane duellist.\n\n\"I would suggest *Sadou* Or *Matcha* For a conventional flavour. But if you have a sweet tooth, *Chagashi* Is quite agreeable.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"And *Wagashi*, if you have it.\" If she was going for something sweet, she might as well double down on it.\n\nShe looked back to Khulan. \"You have been to Kazusue? I suppose it is close to the Two Gates. Probably why the magistrate I met when I first arrived in Ryoko Owari took me there.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "\"Right away, Crane-sama, Unicorn-sama!\" The server confirmed, bowing low as they slipped out and slid the door.\n\nMeanwhile, Kiyoko spoke on Kazusue and prior meetings. It did bring a smile to the Ide's face, as she remembered prior meetings with Yuto and Kana. Each time, encouraging each one in different ways.\n\n\"I have.\" Khulan confirmed with a nod. \"Twice I have met friends there for tea and to grow better acquainted.\"\n\nOutside, all seemed peaceful, save for the occasional sounds of movement or the clinking of porcelain. The air of the Twin Trouts was more serene, though whether that made it better for tea or conversation largely depended on a person's taste.\n\n\"The traffic of Two Gates makes Kazusue popular, to be certain,\" She mused. \"But I am glad that they do not dilute the quality of their tea; they have quite a selection there.\"\n\nPerhaps not something to say in front of their hosts. But as an ardent patron of tea in general, she gave each house its due like an artist overseeing a gallery.\n\nCuriosity did bubble within her about Kiyoko's meetings, though not to the extent her cousin and fellow shugenja might display. So instead, she eased her pace with a smaller focus.\n\n\"And how did you find the city upon your first arrival?\" Khulan asked pleasantly. \"If nothing else, it never fails to make an impression.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko raised an eyebrow. Was Khulan implying that the tea house they were in *Currently* Diluted their tea? Although, maybe that wasn't a bad thing. Strong tea was its own particular taste, and not one that Kiyoko regarded fondly.\n\nThe Crane gave a small smile at Khulan's question. How did she find the city? Kiyoko had been fortunate, in a sense, to encounter a few faces almost as soon as she entered the gates. Given her prior experiences with Scorpion samurai had not been particularly amicable, it was a bit off-putting how *Friendly* The two she had met then had been.\nAnd still were.\n\n\"Mmn. It was very busy. Crowded streets\"—she never did like feeling crowded—\"But I did meet a few kind souls. One, the Scorpion magistrate. I have seen him a few times since—unfailingly polite and cordial. Another Scorpion who was a new arrival as well—I have seen him a few times since then, too. I met a Kaiu swordsmith then also, but I have not seen him lately. I suppose if he is anywhere, he is sequestered in his smithy.\"\n\n\"Overall, a positive impression, I think.\" She looked to Khulan. \"How long has Ide-san been posted here, again?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Compared to Kazusue, the Twin Trouts seemed humbler, less luxurious in its offered drinks. But at the very least, their flavours were certainly less overwhelming.\n\nThe Ide listened considerately, holding back a nod at the mention of crowds. Kiyoko certainly didn't seem the type to like them, so she sympathised; Unicorns did best with open space and fresh air, after all. \n\nWhere she did smile, though, was in recognising Yuto's description.\n\n\"Quite an interesting list of acquaintances!\" She quipped in return, moving into her reply as she answered \"I myself arrived with the turning of the seasons in spring.\"\n\nAt around this time, the first of their orders arrived: a small box of *Wagashi*, artfully painted and presented with a floral cloth. Soon, Khulan knew, the tea would arrive. She kept her focus on the silver-haired sword maiden before her, brown eyes depicting a depth of peace.\n\n\"So I have spent the months here with my duties at the temples, though I have been blessed with opportunities to see what the city has to offer.\"\n\nA quiet nod was given to the Kakita.\n\n\"It certainly helped that my cousin arrived earlier, and his knowledge proved most useful in helping me find my way.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko looked to the wagashi as the servant placed the box on the table before them. She felt her palms grow clammy as she recalled the intricacies of a proper tea ceremony—and her own failure to follow the forms in the years of her schooling. The duelist had grown to hate tea ceremonies; it was one of the few areas of learning she had failed to master. Still, this wasn't a proper tea ceremony, she reminded herself, and let the feeling wash over her.\n\nThe Crane turned her gaze back to Khulan. \"Was that Utaku Takeda-san?\" \n\nHadn't Takeda only arrived in the city after Kiyoko had? So maybe the Kakita duelist was misremembering, and Takeda was not her cousin at all. Even so, it seemed like the Utaku had been well-traveled, from what Kiyoko recalled of their meeting.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "While she didn't scrutinise Kiyoko overly to avoid staring, it did seem like there was a bit of hesitation on her part. A moment, but a curious moment.\n\n*Well, it's likely not the* Wagashi *Or the company. Tea, perhaps?*\n\nShe decided to keep it to herself, however. Especially since they'd only just met today.\n\n\nIn response to the Kakita's guess as to her cousin's identity, the Ide shook her head, wearing a mild-mannered smile.\n\n\"Ah, no. Though I have had the pleasure of offering him some advice. Utaku-san is certainly a good and dutiful man.\"\n\nShe took this moment to distribute the *Wagashi*. They each had separate plates, in accordance with tradition to not mix or share dishes overly.\n\n\"My cousin is Shinjo Temujin, a scout of the Clan,\" She explained, her eyes and tone calm but pleasant, and perhaps a little curious. \"Perhaps you might have seen him visiting the Crane Embassy on occasion; he has been cooperating with some of your Clanmates in decorating our guest rooms in the Residence.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"The name sounds familiar,\" Kiyoko conceded, eyeing the plate Khulan put before her. \"Shinjo Temujin, that is.\"\n\nThe Kakita duelist waited to follow Khulan's lead on when to eat the *Wagashi* And the like, choosing to defer any initiative to someone who *Hadn't* Been terrified of screwing up a tea ceremony since her *Gempukku*.\n\n\"Probably not in relation to decorating guest rooms, though. But maybe his name came up because of a visit to the Crane Embassy, yes,\" Kiyoko said.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "\"That is about what I expected, yes.\" Khulan mused, lightly nostalgic. \"He was here before me, and has grown somewhat familiar with the city's streets.\"\n\nSure enough, the *Heimin* Server arrived with their tea, though Khulan still spoke while the fresh pot and cups were set up.\n\n\"Thanks to him, I know the quickest paths to teahouses like this.\"\n\nA short but polite thanks was given to the server. And when he was gone, Khulan acted first, gracefully getting the pot and pouring for Kiyoko first. She straightened back in her seat, gesturing to the Crane duelist.\n\n\"Please, feel free to enjoy yourself,\" She said kindly while gesturing to the pot and cups. \"This isn't tea ceremony, after all.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko arched an eyebrow at Khulan. Had she been that obvious? A courtier's powers of observation should not be underestimated, it seems!\n\nThough she tried not to think about tea ceremonies, she at least knew enough about etiquette to know what to do next. Or was that just applicable to sake? Well, it would hardly be a faux pas, at least. The duelist picked up the tea pot and poured a quantity into the cup before the Unicorn, mirroring the amount as closely as she could. \n\n\"*Dozo*,\" She said, picking up her own cup and taking a sip.\n\n\"It is good. What sort of tea did Ide-san say this was, again?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan took a sip as well, appreciating its comparative mildness. The sweetness rose to more than a note. It was a flavour quite different from most teas, but worth savouring in its own way.\n\n\"*Chagashi*. A sweeter blend,\" She answered, \"Similar to the sweets served in tea ceremony.\"\n\nThe cup was set down calmly, the Ide immersed in both the company and the refreshment. Against the tasteful artwork of their room, Khulan's violet kimono offered a simple contrast.\n\n\"I've found that children prefer it, but most usually grow to appreciate more conventional blends.\" Khulan explained with noticeably more investment. \"Matcha, of course, is the middle ground: a more herbal sweetness, but not an overwhelming one.\"\n\nOutside, the occasional sounds of servers and patrons murmured and occasionally filled the air. Through the thin paper screens of the doors, it wasn't hard to take in the ambience.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"I see,\" Kiyoko said, eyeing the contents of her tea cup. *Chagashi to go with wagashi...?*\n\nThe Ide's next remark drew Kiyoko's attention back to the Unicorn woman again, and a raised eyebrow beside. Had she just compared Kiyoko to a child?\n\n\"Only most?\" She asked. She mirrored Khulan, setting her cup down.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Her lips curled into a rueful smile, realising belatedly that her eagerness to explain the tea might have overlooked the company.\n\n\"Well. Taste lies in one's perspective. I have known some who believe true tea shouldn't be sweet at all.\" Khulan said as an aside. Her tone stayed even, still like a storytelling teacher as she added \"And yet, sweetness is common among the palettes of my Clan. We enjoy sweetening our teas, from childhood and well into adulthood. Part of what makes our cuisine seem strange, I suppose.\"\n\nShe plucked a few of the *Wagashi* For her own plate daintily.\n\n\"I, however, had more orthodox tastes. A result of growing up an Ide, I suppose; we strive to adopt the flavours of our Clan and the others.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko likewise took up a wagashi or two, setting them on her plate. She took a sip of her tea, mulling the taste over for a few moments before setting the cup down again.\n\nThe Kakita duelist cracked a rare smile, a lopsided, wry grin. \"I enjoy many sweet things, myself—perhaps even prefer them, really,\" She said, taking up and eating one of the two wagashi.\n\n\"Though I do not mind other tastes, either. I am particularly fond of something I believe your clan likely had a hand in creating, called *Choco minto aisu*.\"\n\nRecent discovery though it was, she was quite a fan of this 'ice cream.' Especially with its mix of bitter chocolate and refreshing mint.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "The Ide brightened up upon hearing of the Crane's fondness for a product of her Clan. Or at least a derivative.\n\n\"Indeed? I must confess, that is something which has slipped my attention. Though I have heard that some restaurants and sake houses in this city cater to Unicorn tastes and those keen to try them.\"\n\nShe took up a *Wagashi*, the texture reminding her of simpler times as a child, then later still as a mother.\n\n\"Would that be a treat that is made with milk or cream? Both of those are popular flavourings among my Clan, you see.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko allowed another small smile to pass her lips. \"I hesitated to ask. Perhaps both?\"\n\nThe Crane took up her tea again, cupping her hands around the cup.\n\n\"I believe the shop is connected to the Daidoji Trading Council somehow. And it does have a few other things it sells—*Kakigori*, for example. So maybe more 'those keen to try them' rather than simply catering to Unicorn tastes.\"\n\nShe took a sip of the tea and fell silent for a few moments.\n\n\"I am fond of the place, so perhaps I can take you there some time.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan consumed the small *Wagashi*, enjoying the lightly sugary taste.\n\n\"Hm! It sounds more and more attractive indeed!\" She commented. \"I had no idea it was connected to your Clan.\"\n\nHer delight cooled to a more proper sense of composure as she bowed shortly in acknowledgement.\n\n\"And I would be glad to visit it with you, Kakita-san. Your experience with it would make it that a most delightful experience. Especially since I'd trust your recommendations for which ones to try.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko nodded. \"It was something of a surprise to me as well. If anything, I would have expected it was *Your* Clan's merchant, Ide-san.\"\n\nA shrug, and she sipped her tea again. \"Well, I shall take you there some time, then. I imagine many in your clan would enjoy it, if they have not already been there. Utaku Takeda-san comes to mind. Though he seems to prefer...*Other* Sorts of exotic, gaijin-origin foods. I think he called one of them 'hummus.'\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "\"Yes, I can certainly see that. Perhaps a future venture, or collaboration.\" Khulan mused about the cold desserts.\n\nNodding sagely in response to her description of her meal with Takeda, the Ide folded her hands together thoughtfully.\n\n\"Ah, yes. That's certainly a classic among my Clanmates. Though the fact that it's vegetarian does mean it's something the other Clans could enjoy as well.\"\n\nShe held back on pointing out that many foreign lands had recipes that fit the Rokugani diet, though. Kiyoko's experiences were surprisingly open-minded, but best not to press it too much.\n\n\"I take it you sampled some as well, Kakita-san?\" She asked.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko screwed her face up in an expression of distaste.\n\n\"Yes. It was... Bland, but better than the other stuff he had ordered to his table.\" \n\nShe had not even bothered *Trying* Whatever haunch of meat Takeda had hanging from a rack at the table—for a Crane, or for Great Clan samurai in general, she was open-minded, but not that much.\n\n\"I think I mentioned this before, but I studied at Calm Heart Village for a while, a year or two ago. Strange that I was not exposed to the stuff then, really.\" \n\nThe duelist's face smoothed out into an expressionless state again.\n\n\"Perhaps they were making an effort to hide such strange customs from me.\"\n\nShe took another sip of her tea.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "She smiled genuinely at Kiyoko's answer, as well as the sudden blooming of expression. Much as she loved her Clan's traditions and cuisine, she did not feel overly defensive about them.\n\n\"Well, your attempt to sample it is appreciated.\" Khulan said gently. Light wit entered her tone as she knowingly added \"Certainly, I know some of our tastes are *Very* Different compared against the Empire's.\"\n\nShe considered the Crane's statement of her hosts. And she had certainly seen it among her father's wards: the surprise over how 'civilised' the Unicorn could be.\n\n\"Indeed. That is the balance my family walks,\" She confirmed with a hint of pride. \"When we host guests from other Clans, it is only fitting that we respect their tastes as much as we can.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko's head bobbed slightly in a silent scoff. *The Unicorn clan's customs were certainly 'different'*.\n\nShe was silent a few moments more, then spoke. \"I do not know, Ide-san. Although the concessions to Rokugani tastes are no doubt appreciated by most Great Clan samurai... I think when one only shows them what they want to see, there is a certain defensiveness to it.\"\n\nThe duelist took another sip of her tea.\n\n\"Wise, perhaps; but one does not make friends when one hides one's true self. Such friendship is only surface-deep.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan's eyes widened briefly. Not because of the opinion itself, but because it came from a Crane of all people.\n\nNevertheless, her smile remained, awareness and the past in her eyes.\n\n\"You aren't wrong, Kakita-san,\" She giggled. \"Indeed, as much as we adapt, my Clan always values a certain degree of honesty in who we are. Even a number of my Father's guests considered us too foreign for their tastes.\"\n\nShe held her own cup close, turning it on instinct.\n\n\"And yet, there are times when being too open in our differences can also spark division. Many times, those of my Clan who openly follow our ways among others have faced resistance.\"\n\nThe Ide remained calm and unflappable. Even the weight of her next words didn't break her demeanour. When she spoke, it wasn't that she lacked emotion; she simply held perspective in place of indignation.\n\n\"We are called *Gaijin*. Told that we are disgracing 'our true heritage'. Kept apart for it. And in turn, we fall back into our own shells, stubbornly clinging to our ways and refusing to even consider opening up to others.\"\n\n*Though perhaps for now, I shouldn't mention it was Doji Satsume himself who levelled those accusations at us.*\n\n\"Truth has its place, and *Must* For any true friendship to grow.\" Khulan agreed firmly, conviction showing in her tone, softening it with a playful smile. \"But it is in my family's traditions to ask nicely first, then share more.\"\n\nIt was strange to think that she was discussing the merits of cultural compromise with a Crane. Not that she disliked it, though!\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko nodded soberly to Khulan. \"Honesty is part of *Bushido*. Though in truth, I think we are most honest when we are facing one another, katana in hand.\"\n\nPerhaps that was part of why she liked kenjutsu so much. A bushi revealed himself more through the sword than through any words.\n\n\"No doubt there is wisdom in considering how much of oneself to reveal to one's guests,\" She repeated, taking another sip of her tea and setting the cup aside. She picked up a *Wagashi* And removed the wrapper, then popped it in her mouth.\n\n\"Though it is as Ide-san says. Eventually, to go from 'guest' to 'friend,' one must reveal more than is comfortable.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan smiled as she set down her own cup.\n\n\"Something we adapted from your Clan's teachings of Courtesy,\" She commented with admiration, \"And two halves of a greater whole, I feel.\"\n\nPlucking a *Wagashi* Herself, she unwrapped it idly while speaking, her focus on the conversation.\n\n\"Each Clan views these masks of the Empire differently, whether they are those worn for battle or for court. To some, they are something to wear and put down. To others, a mould to shape themselves.\"\n\nThe symbolism of the wrapping and the candy just occurred to her, bringing about a slight smile. Sugary treat in hand, she regarded it briefly.\n\n\"Still, at the end of the day, truly knowing someone is indeed about what lies behind the mask.\"\n\nAs she partook of the candy, curiosity formed on her expression.\n\n\"I do wonder. In your time with the Calm Heart Dojo, how did you view them? How much of their practices were honest, and others the mask they wear for others?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko glanced away, pondering Khulan's words. Was that how she viewed the social masks of the samurai? As things to be taken on and off as needed, or as a role to fill? Hm... For a bushi, it seemed that such things were more likely to be molds to be shaped into. \n\nOne lived into the role of a warrior, with all that that entailed. The attitude, the vigilance, the discipline, the tension between desire and duty...\n\n*Still, at the end of the day, truly knowing someone is indeed about what lies behind the mask.*\n\nThe Kakita duelist looked up to Khulan again, still thinking. If a samurai's mask was the mold into which they were formed, was there *Anything* If the mask was removed? Or was it simply that the mask and that beneath it had become identical...?\n\nThe Ide's next words brought her out of her contemplation.\n\n\"A good question. I think, for bushi, the most true expression of ourselves is in kenjutsu. So, on the sparring tatami, the Calm Heart duelists are honest. They seek reconciliation even with their guests, their students, their foes... But off of the tatami, I think, is another matter.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "Khulan considered the white-haired Crane's answer, spinning it in her head.\n\n\"A fair answer, Kakita-san,\" She replied, \"And interesting, now that I think of it. For the Ide, the line between their mask and their self is thinner. But we *Do* Control what others see.\"\n\nShe raised her cup to her lips, taking a thoughtful sip. Conversations played in her head, and she found bits of them reflected in the woman before her. Words exchanged with her brothers, her cousin, and even her husband.\n\nWhat lies in the way of the sword?\n\n\"I've found that unique. The courtier acts for what they want to be *Seen*, and the shugenja prays for what they want to *Be*.\" Khulan explained with cup in hand. \"But a warrior's technique, no matter the cause, always reflects some truth about who they are, or what they have become.\"\n\nShe set the cup down with a slight smile.\n\n\"Of course, I've known bushi who've told me that I've given this far more thought than is warranted.\"\n\nShe wondered how often this woman thought of such things. Kiyoko certainly seemed most thoughtful here. It definitely reflected the more positive whispers of her school (and contrasted against the less flattering ones).\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Courtiers act for what they want to be seen, shugenja pray for what they want to be, and bushi...? \n\nBushi fight for what they want to reveal? No... The equivalency really did not work. What did bushi reveal themselves *For*? It seemed to Kiyoko that a bushi's self-revelation on the dueling grounds or the battlefield was more a disclosure of their whole selves. Their actions were a revelation of who they were, from the hours and years spent training to what gave them cause to risk injury or death; to what they valued and to how they spent the limited time they had in each day. \n\nCourtiers and shugenja no doubt would have offered philosophical defenses of their own perspectives, but it seemed to the Kakita duelist that where words could hide or redirect, actions simply revealed who you were.\n\nKiyoko probably wouldn't have described herself as a warrior-poet, but she was certainly more introspective than most bushi. She gave a small tilt of her head to Khulan, a nod of agreement. \"No doubt there are many such bushi, Ide-san,\" She said. \"I am not one of them.\"\n\nWith an almost imperceptibly-small smile on her lips, she reached for another *Wagashi*.\n\n||"
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"author": "thymont",
"message": "The Ide returned the whisper of a smile as she raised her cup and sipped at her tea thoughtfully.\n\n\"And I am grateful for that, Kakita-san.\"\n\nSimple words, but sincerely meant. She had known many samurai who simply went with the flow or lived in the now. So those who could take a step back and see the bigger picture were a rare gift.\n\nShe looked into the brew, contemplating its hue and taste. How tea may be judged by its appearance and fragrance, but was only completed with its flavour.\n\n\"In truth, all professions carry a bit of both sides.\" Khulan mused. \"What we show of ourselves, and what we show the world. Otherwise, we would all think, act, and fight in the same way.\"\n\nHer gaze turned back to her Crane companion for the day with a knowing nod.\n\n\"I've been blessed to see those of other schools in my Clan. To serve with bushi, and be raised by a courtier. Have you had such opportunities yourself?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko shook her head. \"My parents are both magistrates in Mura Sabishii Toshi, and the time since my gempukku was spent on the road as a warrior-pilgrim. They teach the basics of etiquette and courtly manners at the Dueling Academy, but that is the extent of my knowledge on such topics. Enough not to embarrass myself while serving as the champion or yojimbo for a courtier, but no more than that.\"\n\nThe Kakita woman unwrapped the latest wagashi and popped it into her mouth, savoring its flavor. Truth be told, she might have liked to observe the daily lives of a courtier, but it was fairly far down on the list of her priorities.\n\n\"Although, if we are speaking about 'schools' very broadly, I suppose I have sparred with bushi from many traditions. Iron Warriors, Akodo Kensai, Niten masters, Calm Heart, and so forth.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Usually, Miho's mind was constantly multitasking, keeping tabs on her work, the political situation, her progress in all disciplines, and much more, but for once, all her considerable brainpower was focused on a single thought:\n\n*Why am I here?*\n\nShe wasn't sure of how she had ended up here. She had just gotten tea delivered on her desk, prepared to relax with some light paperwork, then Hotaru had knocked on her door and somehow here she was, sweaty and only covered by a towel. To the surprise of no one, she didn't like bathouses. First of, being without weapons made her feel even more naked than her lack of clothes, and it meant an aggressor would have a better chance assaulting her. Of course, she could just smash their head against the border of the pool, but that would take a lot and probably leave her all dirty. Secondly, the hot temperatures often made her feel lightheaded, and she didn't like not being in control of herself, especially in front of strangers.\n\nLuckily, though, she was not around strangers: her companions were Miu and Hotaru, both people she trusted and liked. Clearly, they were more expert than her in these places, so she'd just follow their lead. \"So, do all patrons just bathe in the same water? That feels... Unsanitary.\" Like her face, Miho's body was all edges. Except in the pointy parts like knees and elbows, all her figure was made of lean wiry muscle, with not a shred of extra mass in sight. Even her womanly curves seemed like they had to fight with the rest of her to gain their right to round her silhouette a little. As an archer, she had much less scars than a frontliner, but she still had her fair share: an hoove-shaped mark on her ribs, where a Unicorn steed had kicked her, a slash over her breast, and of course the one on her hand, which looked much worse when in full display. She kept it still by holding the towel, as if to avoid drawing attention on it.\n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"The baths here are supplied by natural springs and i believe the minerals and salts leave the water actually quite clean Miho-san. As for any grime, that is the reason we have washed ourselves before entering! To keep the water as clean as possible. As for the number of people that have used this particular pool? I do not know, but this is one of the more private pools, it will just be us three for our soak today.\" Hotaru smiled reassuringly. \n\nThe Matsu's hair was tied in a bun at the top of her head, held together by a faded yellow ribbon that Miho could likely never remember not seeing tied somewhere on Hotaru's person. \n\nWhere Miho hesitated to enter the hot waters, Hotaru shared no such compunction, happily folding and shedding the towel to submerge her body into the pool, quickly moving to sit up to her neck, letting out a contented sigh as the heat soothed aching muscle.. The Matsu was mostly muscle, though the curves of her hips and breasts were certainly notable. Hotaru was not particularly overly endowed, not in the way Miu was, but she was certainly a size or so larger than Miho. \n\nThe samurai-ko was a heavily scarred individual. Proudly branded in the middle of her chest, between her breasts, lay the Matsu brand, a staple of her family's gempukku rights. There were other scars on Hotaru though, besides those they commonly saw upon her face. The Lion was riddled with scars from arrow nicks and punctures to blade stabs and slices. Of particular note a rather large, old scar ran along one side of her waist and, most prominent was the woman's left shoulder.\n\nThe scarring there was ugly. The thing spanning the back of the woman's shoulder blade and up over to the top of the meat where her trapezoids ran, faints whisps pulling skin a bit further over. Miho would know the wound there had been caused be an arrow, but the scarring itself was clearly not the result of a puncture. Hotaru spoke little about the infection that had nearly killed her and this was perhaps, the first time Miho was seeing the extent of the flesh that had been removed. Where one could smoothly follow the muscle lines of her right side, her left was a mess of concave divits where muscle and skin had to be removed. What was left was a thick, large, tight, ugly scar. It was no wonder the damaged muscle still pained the woman to this day."
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"author": "toedeledoki",
"message": "*\"I could ask the water kami if you truly wish to know how many people have been here.\"* Miu chuckled when she appeared from the side. She stood there for a moment as if she was gathering courage to step in. Much like Miho had done. She would drop her towel. When she stepped right into the water she released a small squeak as she however was not really used to the temperature all of the sudden. Miu contained only muscle it seemed. The tanned skin was endorsed with much more ritual scarring than her face already had. It was almost like a painting as the gold had glistened. A painting that was clearly telling a story, one that went around her veins as if it were to show her bloodline of ancestors within said drawing. Besides that Miu had been fully clean of scars. Did not mean she hadn't had a punch or two, she just properly healed it on her own. \n\nThe gold of the scars did not fade when the female stepped into the water. *\"Or I could ask them to cleanse this water for us. I doubt they will since it's only for our selfish manners.\"* Miu stated before she leaned back. Almost disappearing in the water. Only her face would be above. Her hair would float around like a huge red lilly pad. She had forgotten to tie her hair up. \n\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Miho shook her head. \"No, no- thank you for your kindness, but I'll take your word for it.\" She still had trouble forcing herself to let go of the towel, but if Hotaru could show her shoulder confidently, there was no reason she had to be hesitant about a much lesser wound. Still, it took her a couple tries to put down the cloth, not because her mind was uncertain, but because her hand refused to obey her. To her shame, she had to use the other one to force it open, and then pick up the towel. Better to just get in the water.\n\nThe water was pleasantly warm, and certainly relaxing, but they still had to invent a pool that was Miho-proof, and so she just floated in the water like a log in a pond. Even if she was just submerged up to her breasts, her hair still touched the water- when untied, they were much longer than they seemed, and did a great deal in softening her face. Maybe she should keep them more like that- but knowing her, this might be the exact reason she always kept them tied. \nHer eyes wandered around the pool idly, making sure no one else was around, and finally fell on the Kitsu's tattoos, reflecting underwater. She conceded herself a curious question. \"Your tattoos are stunning, Miu-san. May I ask the story behind them?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "toedeledoki",
"message": "Miu's eyes glanced over to Miho when she finally decided to join them in the nice warm water. She would grant her a smile. Then silence fell between all of them. Watching some people pass by their bath as it remained only occupied by the three of them. Then when Miho had asked her this question she sparked up. She realized that nobody ever asked about this. Perhaps because they were never seen before by others than the family members. She was kind of caught off guard but chuckled it away. She would raise her arm out of the water and reveal the glistening gold engraved into her body. *\"These are my scars. It's quite strange for Kitsu to have these truly.\"* She mentioned before she started explaining. \n\n*\"The Kitsu family has a story on how we are founded.\"* At first she was hesitant on sharing it. Not only because it would perhaps conflict with their perspective. So she remained silent. *\"I do not mind sharing it if you wish to learn.\"* She then revealed. \n\n*\"Other than the founding story this describes a fraction of our ancestors' lives.\"* She would trace her arm with her fingers before she tapped on the palm of her hand. *\"My Story will be written here.\"* She smiled. \n\nShe moved her hand back until halfway through her lower arm *\"This is the story of my parents and grandparents. I am not a good storyteller to be fair. I apologize.\"* She chuckled again before letting herself sink into the water even more. Just with her nose above the surface level. \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"One does not have to be good at something to do it.\" Hotaru spoke, the words clearly a recitation of a quote from somewhere based on the manner with which the Matsu spoke it.\n\n\"I would be interested to hear though, Kitsu-san. I am fond of stories. If you desire, I will give you one behind a scar of your choice. I have many tales to offer in kind.\" She smiled, speaking softly. Hotaru was clearly quite content sitting where she was, deep in the pool where she could lean against the edge with just her head popping out. She spoke softly mainly so her chin did not splash the water but also because the soothing warmth of the pool lulled her into a comfortable relaxation.\n\nThe Matsu was quite a fair deal interested in the tale of the Kitsu's markings. They stuck out on the woman and, if she was willing to share, Hotaru was happy to sate her curiosity without being rude and outright demanding an answer to her questions."
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Miho didn't need to ask about the history. Every Akodo dojo worth their salt taught about their founder's greatest shame, the campaign on the Kitsu. Their very existence was a testament to the risks of unrestrained fury. But the rest was less grim: engraving your ancestors' story on your very body was a fascinating tradition, even if her dispassionate mind couldn't help but wonder what would happen when they ran out of space. Would they split the story on various family members or something...?\n\n \"Passion is more important than skill in a story, and you clearly are passionate about your family legacy, Miu-san. I would be honored to hear them as well.\" Her eyes shifted to Hotaru; she had already heard quite a few of her stories, when the troops drunk together, but the one she didn't even hear mentioned was the one on her shoulder: however, she wasn't sure if she even wanted to talk about it in first place, so she swallowed her curiosity. \"I am afraid my stories are much less interesting than yours, but It is only fair I make the same offer.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "toedeledoki",
"message": "Miu had felt a bit overwhelmed in their interest in her story. She would jump up as her back, fully filled with the said story was now exposed. The story started in the back of her neck. She would turn her face to the two of them as a proud smile grew upon her face. *\"That will be a deal. I love stories. Even though they sometimes don't always seem interesting, they hold value. If not the experience of life it holds emotional value.\"* Miu stated. She however would not speak. Turning back to them as she would brush her hair forwards over her face. A clear strand of gold would appear from the base of her skull. Her grand yet somehow elegant finger would trace the line. As if she knew exactly how they were woven into her skin. \n\n*\"Please hear the story of my ancestors, many of them, but all started when the Kitsu family was founded.\"* Miu spoke in a rather serious tone. One she had not displayed before. She would cough once to clear her throat. Instead of speaking Miu started to sing. It was something she had done when she was nervous or did not have a proper way to tell a story. She wanted it to have impact just like it had on her life. Her singing voice had been like a small ember, warm yet had the potential of strength within. Her song would speak of how Akodo had been assigned by his brother to wipe the lands clean of monster like Kitsu. How they had almost won but how the roar of the lionlike beast would defeat them. Only for them to be found in mercy. \n\nHow the Kitsu had turned into human and how they founded a new humanlike family. One that would be the gatekeepers of the history of the clan and it's secrets. How the Kitsu had found a way to seek out the ancestors and how to protect them, how to cherish them. About their battles and losses. Even about Miu's family and how they had raised her proudly. About Bishamon and her journey to become strong. Over the time she had fully traced all the lines of the story. Ending with her hand. A grand smile came from her face as she would brush back her hair and dove back into the waters. Silence had fallen again. She was floating. She seemed happy to be sharing her story. \n\n*\"Thank you for listening.\"* She bowed to the both of them. \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "There was a soft smile gracing Hotaru's lips. \"You sing well Kitsu-san. I think if you were not a shugenja then you might have suited life as a bard.\" She complimented. \"Thank you for sharing. You told the tale beautifully.\"\n\nHotaru would let silence rest for any comment Miho might make before she would ask the Kitsu, letting her arms float up and out so that the scars there might be visible as she asked. \"Which tale would you like? I cannot promise to give it in song, but i hope to tell it just as well as you did yours.\""
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"author": "turans",
"message": "As Miu started spinning her tale, Miho raised from her floating position, listening with her focused intensity. Even if she didn't enjoy the dramatic tales of her bard kin, she appreciated educational stories and historical records, and this story was both. As Miu finished singing, she bowed her head, dragging her hair in the water. \"You are too modest about your storytelling, Miu-san. Your ancestors shall also live on in my memory, from now on.\"\n\nHer eyes drifted over Hotaru's scar, but again, she said nothing, closing her eyes. \"Miu-san just entertained us with a great story; it is only right she chooses the next tale.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Physical therapy was not something Kaori enjoyed. She'd been wounded several times, and had learned that the recovery was far worse than the actual incident. Even with the blessings of the Kami, which never seemed to go very far on her body, she was progressing slower than expected. \n\nShe was in the rock gardens at the Scorpion gardens, slowly doing yoga exercises. Her arm had been killing her ever since she'd tried to throw a teapot at her servant. This was certainly punishment for the sins of her ancestors, since she couldn't think of any very recent kharmic debt she'd acquired. \n\nHer work on behalf of the Mantis had been completely legitiment and honorable, actually. It almost felt lazy, to act with the full approval of everyone around her. Why, she hadn't sneaked anywhere for serious mischief in... Months? She was growing complacent. Perhaps with Junichi's ascension to Ambassador she would have some real duties to attend. But Winter Court was fast approaching, and nothing yet seemed to be in the works. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Excuse me... Bayushi-sama?\"\n\nKana approached the rock garden slowly, almost with a sense of caution. As evidenced by her choice of -sama, she didn't want to risk offending anyone, especially when the next day they might become the Scorpion ambassador. She had worn one of her better kimonos for the occasion of visiting another clan's property, carrying with her a small satchel.\n\nThe tall woman bowed to Kaori, and offered a bright, friendly smile. \"Good day. I am Moshi Kana, of the Mantis. We had heard you weren't feeling well, and I was sent to check up on you?\" She began, hoping that word had been sent to Kaori about her arrival, if for no other reason than to avoid awkwardness. \"Being allies, it seemed only proper to offer our full aid, if it please you.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Tori was wisely keeping her distance from her mistress—Kaori's aim with her left hand was nearly as good as her right and she was not going to make the same mistake twice. So it was no wonder that she had received no word of the Mantis's imminent arrival. Eyeing the Mantis sullenly Kaori carefully folded herself back together, her wounded arm tucking into her sleeve. \"Moshi-san,\" She nodded. Her eyes drifted to the woman's facial scar, and her mouth tightened still further, tugging at the scar that marred nearly the same spot on her own soft cheek. \"I make it a practice to never turn down a kind offer,\" She continued, her voice carefully neutral. \"Let us sit down by those stones.\" \n\nShe walked across the rock garden, heedless of her footprints marring the gravel swirls, and settled down by a large stone. \"Would you care for refreshments? Tea, perhaps?\" \n\nTori had appeared, judging it safe to approach the bitter Scorpion now that there were Samurai witnesses, and she stood ready to serve the two. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana seemed to loosen up at the courteous greeting, smiling a little bit wider. She had considered for a moment commenting on how they were 'scar buddies' but even she was aware of what a breach of etiquette that would be. \"Tea sounds lovely, thank you very much.\" She made her way over to where she had directed, smoothing out her kimono beneath her as she sat across from her.\n\nMaking note of the servant's arrival, she greeted her with a smile. \"I love what you've done with the garden. It feels... Peaceful. The Mantis embassy is many things, but peaceful isn't often one of them,\" She added with a small chuckle.\n\n\"If I may ask, what happened to cause the injury?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"The last time I had the pleasure of visiting your embassy I found it to be quite peaceful indeed. And relaxing.\" Kaori's lips quirked in a wicked smile as she remembered sneaking in through Mai's window. \"Although it did not remain peaceful for long. My arm was wounded in service to your clan, actually. A spear-thrust cut the muscle here.\" \n\nTori appeared with a tea service, she must have had it already in waiting. Kaori began to serve the tea, working only with her left hand, the right remaining motionless in her lap. Her fingers were soft and uncallused, but she moved with slow deliberation to make the presentation worthwhile. \"Your ambassador summoned the Kami to aid in my healing, but I am afraid that they did not see fit to knit the muscle back together quite properly. There is much to do still.\" \n\nShe flicked her hair back and poured the tea carefully. \"I can only hope that it was worth it, in the end.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Oh! I must have missed you the last time,\" She noted obliviously. \"I apologize if there was any disruption... As magistrate I evidently should have done a better job of ensuring a pleasant stay. Some Mantis can be a bit... Let's say boisterous!\" She nodded emphatically. \"Yes, boisterous.\"\n\nKana listened carefully, evidently impressed by the sacrifice that Kaori had made on behalf of the clan. She wished to know more, but perhaps asking to recount something like that would be better saved for when they were better acquainted. \"You have my gratitude for that, Bayushi-sama.\" She bowed her head. \"To take a blow like that for us... While I might have not been here long enough to hear the story, it is enough for me to know that you did it.\"\n\nHer brow wrinkled slightly in thought, as she looked to Kaori's arm. \"The kami have much power when invoked, but at times we must look to the more mundane when it comes to repairing deep wounds. Plus if I were to call upon Heaven's tears right this moment, it might mess up your hair. Less of a consideration for me,\" She joked. \"Once we've finished tea, would I have your permission to look at the wound?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Oh, Moshi-sama was a very *Boisterous* Hostess,\" Kaori murmured into her tea. \"I certainly have nothing to complain of.\" \n\nShe swirled the cup absently. \"I did repay the blow, but the damage was done. I can only hope that this arm will heal in time for winter court. How can I hide my blushes behind my fan if I cannot lift it to my face? I shall have to find a more complete mask.\" \n\nThe black lace that daintily swirled over her cheekbones now was little more than an affectation. It did come down over her scarred cheek, but the clever loops and whorls could only camouflage the wound, nothing short of opaque porcelain could hide it. \"So you have but lately arrived in the city? How are you liking it so far?\""
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana raised an eyebrow. This must have been a rather privileged visit indeed! Regardless, it was good to see the ambassador was getting along so well with their allies.\n\n\"Well, with any luck, I will hopefully have you prepared to lift even the most ornate fan at the Winter Court!\" She grinned. \"I've practice with medicine, and I've done some work at our clinic with Moshi-sama's daughter. I can assure you that you'll be in good hands.\"\n\nShe took a sip of her tea, closing her eyes for a moment to savor the taste. She would quickly return to the conversation, however, meeting Kaori's gaze. \"Fairly recently, yes. It's certianly had its share of excitement, for better and for worse, one could say. There's a great deal of work for a magistrate, and things are perhaps not as straightforward as they were back on the islands. At times it feels like I've accomplished about as much as a eunuch on a pleasure barge,\" She continued. || Disadvantage: Coarse || \"Yet I know it's important work, and that making a difference does take time. It's not all bad either. There's some wonderful people, and oh Fortunes the food...\" She smiled wistfully just thinking about the Red Lantern and Golden Koi.\n\n\"Ah! I'm afraid I'm rambling. My apologies. You must have a much better picture of the city, Bayushi-sama. I'd love to hear you speak of it.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Scorpion snorted at the woman's words, biting her tongue to hold back that eunuchs could still have a use for those with a little imagination. She composed herself rapidly. This Moshi could be dangerous despite her careless words. Certainly if she was a magistrate the Mantis saw something in her that outweighed her foolish word choices. \n\nShe set her cup down so she could wave her hand absently. \"The food is wonderful, certainly, and the shows can be marvelous. Some fine actors reside here. And there is always drama of one sort or another. Ambassadors are always quarreling, and there's usually a duel or two over winter. I do hope to see a proper duel soon. The last one I witnessed ended with a kharmic strike—such an anticlimax.\""
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"You know, I've never taken in a show here yet. Perhaps I might ask someone to join me one day, if they're as good as you say they are,\" She replied, nursing her cup. \"If I'm to be here for the next little while, I do want to see the best the city has to offer, after all!\" \n\nShe listened intently to the rest of what Kaori spoke, making note of just how much conflict there was in the city. It was at once a topic of conversation, and a reminder to stay sharp lest one end up on the wrong side of one of those quarrels.\n\n\"There's something to the heat of competition, isn't there? A proper clash with no holding back?\" She asked, listening to Kaori speak about duels. \"You've piqued my curiosity about that duel you speak of, though.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"The former Ambassador of the Unicorn made some *Extremely* Unkind accusations, and the former governor of this city had no choice but to accept his challenge,\" Kaori sighed. \"What can you expect of a Unicorn? He didn't even have the courtesy to accept his defeat without flailing his sword about first and scoring a killing blow after the initial pass.\" \n\nThat was stretching the details a *Bit* Thin. \n\n\"Hopefully there will be duels over more interesting affairs. Like affairs! I do appreciate the sight of two lovers facing down death for the sake of their contested object of affection. It is so very intense.\""
},
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Oh! You were present for that?\" Kana seemed surprised. She had heard of the duel in question and the impact it had, and here she was across from someone who had witnessed it herself. \"I can only imagine what that must have been like...\"\n\nThere was little time to dwell on that however, as the conversation took another turn. Her eyes seemed to light up at the mention of lovers' duels. \"Ah! Those make for some of my favorite stories. The competitors willing to lay down their life to prove their dedication to their beloved, the observer so frightened for their safety yet thrilled as such a display of passion...\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"One can only imagine the heightened passions after such a display of devotion and courage,\" Kaori nodded. This Mantis could be fun company. Perhaps they could work together over winter court to bring blushes to the cheeks of more reserved samurai. \"I am told duels are not nearly as common in the islands, at least not our formal sort. Tell me, is it true that your ship captains duel on planks between ships?\""
},
{
"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Ah... Likewise.\" She nodded. \"Of course, some authors do write about such things, if you know where to look,\" She added with a chuckle. She hadn't quite expected to have such enjoyable conversation when she had been directed to come. It was a thoroughly pleasant surprise, however, and she found herself hoping they would have more opportunities to chat.\n\n\"Ah, when they're feeling particularly daring, yes! More often than not it comes about when they're deep in their cups, and they feel they've been slighted about the size or quality of their ship. Even then, though, the most skilled fight as though they were still on solid ground. I've yet to witness it myself, but I've known a captain claim to have leapt over his opponent to deliver the decisive blow from behind!\" She flashed a toothy grin. \"Of course, if you know anything about sailors, they've often a shaky relationship with the truth.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I have not had the chance to,\" ~~associate with horribly salty people~~ \"Make the acquaintance of many sailors yet. Perhaps if our clans are still close during Winter Court we will have the opportunity to widen our horizons.\" \n\nShe finished her tea at a gulp. \"I trust that our efforts were not in vain however? That the round-eye we found yielded useful information? I am sure that he was very forthcoming once Moshi-sama had him before her.\""
},
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"I should certainly hope it continues,\" She replied. \"It does us good to have allies like you, and if I may, perhaps someone I could seek advice from at the Winter Court,\" She smiled sheepishly. \"I'm sure it's obvious, but I'm afraid I lack your grace and elegance. I could use some lessons.\"\n\nShe finished her own tea, and nodded at Kaori's inquiry. \"Moshi-sama was very pleased when the gaijin came into her possession. I believe she's currently seeing to ensuring he speaks. Not to repeat myself to the point of nuisance, but you have my gratitude. Truly.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The vassal was running fairly late to his scheduled yoga session with Lady Kaori, he had much to bring! Walking through the gardens, one's stature casted a rather large shadow. Usually you'd find the man in their usual black attire, but today he actually wore crimson hakama pants with a simple white shitagi. Today was supposed to be a relaxing day so the Rokugo let his hair down. \n\n\"Were we still on for yoga Kaori-Sama?\"\n\nHe'd have bowed but he was carrying a platter with a pot of tea and some cups, typically tea helped with sessions like these. Sitting atop the Junshins head was the companion he always snuck around, but today he could be seen in plain sight. Kame rested, chewing on a leaf and a bit of the samurai's hair, but Yuto didn't mind. \n\n\"Forgive me for not bowing Moshi-Sama, I am quite preoccupied. But it is good to see you, last time we met was the rally.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Scorpion eyed her vassal with a rather dour expression. The teacup in her fingers came down on the tray with a rather severe click, emphasizing that she had grown tired of waiting for him. Whether this attitude of treating the junshin like a servant was appropriate in front of guests was for Moshi Kana to decide. \"It seems that more than you could benefit from such lessons,\" She murmured. \"Rokugo-san, has Lord Moon's eye lingered too long upon me? Or is there a slimy reptile crawling about on your *Head*?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Hm?\" She glanced up, and looled over to the new arrival, smiling as she recognized the familiar face. \"Ah! Rokugo-san!\" She greeted warmly. \"I was not expecting to run into you today!\" She thought about asking what had brought him here for a moment before remembering that this was, in fact, the Scorpion garden.\n\nShe noticed the little turtle up on Yuto's head, and smiled a bit wider. \"Well then! Who's the little guest with you?\" She asked.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Getting down on one knee he'd set the plate with the pot of tea on the grass, without tilting his head to ensure Kame wouldn't slip. Soon after the samurai would have raised his hand, waiting for the little creature to move to it before setting the turtle down within the grass. \n\n\"I don't know Lady Kaori-Sama, blink a few times, he may disappear. This is Kame-San, my best friend, he's a Turtle.\" \n\nStating he was a turtle wasn't necessary but Yuto did it anyway. Having a slight smile slit across the lips, he poured cups of tea for them all. Offering one to Moshi Kana. \n\n\"What brings you here Moshi-Sama? Have you come for yoga?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Blink blink blink. No, there was still a horrible thingie on top of Yuto's head, like a cancerous growth that had achieved sentience. She edged away when it was placed on the grass. What was wrong with him? Had he been stricken mad as well? \n\nShe took the second cup of tea and considered throwing something at the thingie. It was a good size for throwing, but if she picked it up it was sure to pee on her hand or look in her eye or otherwise... Ugh. She shuddered and tried to distract herself with less noisome thoughts while Yuto and Kana chatted. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Well, a good day to Kame-san as well!\" Kana chirped, evidently taken with the cute little critter. Not being a dog, she was already more at easy with Kame compared to most other animals.\n\nShe accepted the cup of tea graciously, bowing her head in thanks. \"I did not know you had plans with Bayushi-sama, my apologies to the both of you for intruding, in that case.\" She took a small sip. \"I had come to provide some help with Bayushi-sama's recovery. As it turned out though, she's been excellent company. Now there's another pleasant surprise with your arrival! Of course, if you did have plans for yoga together, I could come back on a more convenient day?\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Smiling as she greeted Kame, he'd have spoken up on her asking to come back. Anyone nice to his turtle was surely welcome to join them, of course Yuto still planned to do yoga but he appreciated one's fine taste in animals. Oh and she was helpful to Kaori. \n\n\"Nonsense, you're welcome to stay and play with ka-help Kaori-Sama recover. I partially blame myself for the injury, anything you can do to help would be greatly appreciated, Moshi-Sama.\" \n\nHe took a sip of his own cup, he had brought three because one of them was for Kame. Seeing as he treated Kaori and Kana to tea as well, the little one would have to do with simply eating the leaves. One of the things Yuto carried with him was a cushion for the turtle, treating his pet like royalty. After he was finished the samurai spoke once more. \n\n\"Is yoga not something Shugenja do? Forgive me, I've only met one other Shugenja, your ambassador. Moshi Mai-Sama. I don't have much experience with those of your expertise.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Moshi-sama is quite fit despite her calling as Storm herald,\" Kaori's smirk seemed to broaden. \"If she does not practice both yoga and strength training daily I will be surprised indeed.\" \n\nShe chuckled softly, having finally been distracted from the monster devouring the garden. \"He does speak for me in this as well, your skill would be of great value. I did have some question regarding my recovery that you might be able to answer once we are done with our tea.\" \n\nHad Yuto washed his hands after handling that dreadful thing before he served the tea? The sudden realization almost made her fling the cup across the garden. Screaming inwardly she carefully placed the cup down on the tray. Maybe if she scrubbed her mouth out with sand and gravel. Or perhaps enough sake could burn both thought and memory from her mind and tongue. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Ah... Umm... I... Thank you!\" A visibly flustered Kana replied, holding the cup up to her face as though that would be enough to hide the blush that covered her entire head. \"Back at the Shrine we were told the importance of looking after both body and mind, as all are part of the same being. I do try to practice that as much as I can,\" She managed to get out. \"You, um, look very nice as well Bayushi-sama!\" She added with an emphatic nod. \n\nAs the conversation returned back to the matter of health, she managed to get a hold of herself, her face now only pink. \"Of course, I would be happy to answer any questions I can.\" She then smiled to Yuto. \"I would be honored to stay in that case.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Expecting as much from the Shugenja, it wasn't only a Samurai's responsibility to take care of their body. Listening to them speak, the man himself already began getting started. Rolling forward to enter a handstand, as both palms laid flat within the grass. Being abnormal to see a man his size do this, the Rokugo did so with confidence. \n\n\"What was it like being raised as a Shugenja?\" \n\nHe asked, still focused on maintaining his stature. Long dark and silk hair fell to the grass beneath his hands. With both eyes shut the Junshin would simply meditate on their words. Sensing a tension between Kaori and Kame, did they have problems with each other? He had never introduced them before. Typically everyone took well with Kame's presence. \n\n\"Were you not going to introduce yourself?\" \n\nDirected at Kaori, she hadn't even addressed the turtle. \n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The black eyes stared in confusion. Surely her vassal had gone utterly mad. \"Yuto-san, we have met before. I am Bayushi Kaori.\" \n\nPerhaps this was one of those trickster tests. Was this even really Yuto standing on his hands before her? It would make just as much sense if he was a particularly merry kitsune. *Ew fur.* She bowed slightly and repeated herself, just to make sure. \"Bayushi Kaori, of the Scorpion. It is a pleasure to know you, Rokugo-san.\" \n\nHer eyes cut to the shugenja, half expecting the bald woman to be preparing a spell. Then to the grass, to check her vassal's shadow—his hair concealed any ears but surely a tail would be obvious?"
},
{
"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana's eyes widened in surprise at the Yuto's display. She even applauded a bit. \"Most impressive, Rokugo-san! There were those half your size who struggled to half as much with their training back home. You must have quite a bit of acrobatics practice under your belt.\"\n\nConsidering his question, Kana took a moment to reply. \"It was a good upbringing. My mother demanded the best of me in all my lessons, and there were so many lessons, but she was never cruel or harsh. That said, I've spent so much of my life with my nose to a scroll I feel out of sorts if I go a day without reading something. On the bright side, reading's brought me much joy. Especially r- er, certain stories.\"\n\nAs she took a sip of her tea, she noticed the odd interactiom between the Scorpions, and the Kaori looked as though Yuto had spouted a second *And* Third head. Of course, it didn't take long to formulate a theory of just what it was Yuto was getting at... But she had a feeling for now it was best to keep quiet and drink her tea.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Visible irritation actually showed on his face now that Kaori was playing silly. Letting himself fall back down, he now laid across the grass on his back. Without moving, Yuto looked up, seeing the three of them from an upside down perspective. Pointing towards Bayushi. \n\n\"Well Bayushi Kaori-Sama, I don't believe Kame has ever met you. Would you mind repeating that?\"\n\nKame sat right in front of Kaori, looking up at her from the grass. Still having a leaf in his mouth that he slowly chewed on. Yuto stared intently, almost missing what Kana said completely. Before he came off rude he turned to the mantis. \n\n\"It seems you were raised into a fine Shugenja Moshi-Sama, I'm sure Kame-san appreciates someone such as yourself for being kind.\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Bayushi's eyes narrowed dangerously, her wounded hand's fingers twitching. She glanced over at the turtle again. \"Rokugo-san, are you feeling entirely well?\" \n\nShe glanced at the Mantis. \"I apologize for such sordid subjects but I have a responsibility to my vassal. If the kami have any insight here I am glad to be counciled by them.\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "By now, Kana was not entirely certain this wasn't some grand play that the Scorpion had concocted as some new, immersive sort of theater. She was not certain whether to laugh at the proceedings, play along, or just apologize profusely in case she were to accidentally offend anyone. It didn't make much sense, but she was currently witnessing an upside-down, now prone man, demanding the woman he reported to greet his turtle. Sense didn't seem to enter into the equation.\n\nKana gave a nervous smile to Kaori as she spoke to her. \"Ah... It seems Rokugo san would like you to introduce yourself to his turtle companion. As for what the Kami suggest... I beg your forgiveness, but I don't think I have ever had this subject come up in any of the times I have communed with them. Or any of my etiquette lessons.\"\n\n*Or any of my ever dreams, for that matter.*\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Rolling over he'd have begun to sit cross legged in the grass, nudging himself closer to Kaori as he grabbed Kame. Holding the little creature closer to her, demanding the turtle receive its respect. They were fascinating adorable creatures, such behavior wasn't deserved. \n\n\"This is Kame-San, as you can see he is very delighted to meet you.\" \n\nLetting the turtle stand in his open palm, Yuto held it in place, waiting for Kaori to acknowledge it. It wasn't very often that Rokugo brought his turtle out and about, but when he did everyone liked him. Part of the man couldn't accept her clear distaste. \n\n\"Moshi-Sama, are you not fond of animals? You seem like one, perhaps you can tell me what is wrong with Lady Kaori-Sama. I fear the damage wasn't only to her arm.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Another narrowed glance, and then the Scorpion rose. \"Moshi-san, good day.\" \n\nShe swept from the garden without another backwards glance. The servant bowed hastily and rushed after her mistress. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana was starting to become very anxious about what to do in this situation. She'd been sent for a certain duty. While she was certain she'd be able to explain why it could not be accomplished if word got back to the embassy, she'd rather not be in a situation where she had to explain herself in the first place.\n\nEspecially when she was going to have to get Mai to believe this all started over a turtle.\n\n\"One moment please...\" She smiled politely to Yuto, bowing her head, before springing to her feet. \"Bayushi-sama!\" She called out after her. \"Your physical therapy!\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto gasped! She still refused even coming face to face with the adorable creature, once she got up to run the Rokugo jumped to his feet. It was clear Moshi Kana felt the exact same way he did, Kaori was very obviously rude! Therefore, just like the Bayushis servant and kana, Yuto bolted through the gardens. Still holding Kame as he enjoyed the wind. \n\nAnd with that Rokugo Yuto had chased the clearly prejudice scorpion into the sunset. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The angry Bayushi ignored the poor Mantis and stalked off, turning a corner and disappearing from sight. There was *No* Health to be regained while that disgusting reptile was being shoved into her face. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "|| so what do we think\n\n|| aww ok! Thank you both for the scene! Kana will have to hang out with you both on her own sometime"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The scorpion gardens were as usual, vast and beautiful as many noble Samurai and fauna tread the peaceful grounds. Assorted flowers graced the gardens with their illuminated colors—their pleasant scents filled the air with welcoming content. During a young day who could resist the gardens pull? Certainly not the young scorpion that currently graced it. \n\n\"There Shosuro Satoshi-sama was! Walking along the path making the bright garden evermore luminous, finding a sight to rest both body and mind—for it was the duty of any well-minded Samurai!\" \n\nThe young man was quite literally narrating his life. Practicing his voice impersonations, hoping to sound like a stoic and seamless Rakugo performer. He often educated himself on stories, always wanting to expand his craft. Though today he had a specific appointment, Painting! \n\nStanding only five foot two, the young man had his dark hair held up in a ponytail. Over his face was a white kabuki mask, trimmed in red and black accents. Satoshi was dressed as a traditional scorpion, wearing a cherry red haori and midnight black kimono. \n\nOne notable thing that stood out about the man, was a big straw woven pack for him to store things. It was almost bigger than the Shosuro himself! But he was ~~somewhat~~ stronger than he looked! Driven by artistic passion. Finding a nice spot in the grass to set his things down, one's eyes would gleam the local scenery. Spotting a pond with a tree just beyond it, perhaps he'd do something simple... \n\n||"
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*Ariko had felt most bold today. Perhaps too bold, considering the potential consequences, but she had heard so many rumours and stories of the famed Scorpion Gardens that she finally could not help but face them herself. Considering her interest in nature and scenery, and what she had seen in the Poppy Garden within Daikoku's Garden, it would be a shame to not see what exotic plants and sights the Scorpion held in their own gardens. And so, today she found herself visiting them on her own.*\n\n*The 4'8\" Tall woman would have her hair in a high ponytail today once again, dressed three layers of robes. The inner layer a light blue, followed by a normal blue tone, with the outer layer a dark Crab blue, embroidered with carp on her robe legs. As ever, the mon of the Crab would be on her chest over her heart and the floral scent of her perfume would have been lightly applied. While most would consider her deep in enemy territory, considering who tended to the garden, Ariko would not let any hesitation show on her face as she made her way into the garden.*\n\n*She would, however, allow the surprise and delight show on her face as she enjoyed the exotic sights of the garden. While there were more common plants present, the colourful and strange plants she saw inspired new ideas in her mind and gave her ideas on new things she would have to paint at some point. She wondered if Sumire had been here as well, this might be an excellent place to have a painting session if she was not concerned about the Scorpion. Thinking of Sumire, the small Crab would come across a pond in the gardens as she walked along, thinking back to the Unicorn's question on how to paint water properly. She was still stumped on the topic, enjoying the view of the water while she pondered it before she noticed at the corner of her vision someone in Scorpion clothes.*\n\n*She'd repress a sneer as she saw the Scorpion at first. Always wearing masks to hide their emotions, eliminating the need for fans. Always looking to give the Crab clan difficulty, looking down on them and making this city so terrible many of her clan would refer to it as the Reeking Scorpion Cesspool. Such thoughts immediately evaporated as she saw the man taking out painting equipment and setting up to paint. Perhaps the man wasn't as bad as she first though, and the young Crab woman found herself approaching the Scorpion, stopping at a polite distance and waiting for him to acknowledge her before speaking. There was only one way to find out regardless.*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Very often when Satoshi was in his own world, he'd go blind to the outside, not even noticing someone approaching! He let out a soft humming, content in his peace and solitude. Setting aside his basket of straw, the scorpion pulled out containers of paint and a set of assorted brushes. Then there was of course the silk sheet to cast his imagination upon. Upon turning around and grabbing another set of paint did he see the crab. \n\n\"AH!-\" Startled as one would be, he jolted off his feet. Tumbling over as he scarcely saved the paint from falling out and leaking into the grass. After securing the necessities, he quickly shuffled back up to his feet. Dusting himself off as he took a look at the one that scared him. Finding himself relatively confused... \n\n*'Her colors and Mon say she's a Crab but she's shorter than I am! I thought all crab women were beasts equal to the men..'* Satoshi thought to himself. \n\n\"Greeting, Crab-sama!\" He spoke kindly, thinking of what to say. Satoshi had not been expecting any company, doing his own digging on what days the gardens were least populated. Out of all the people he'd want to run into, a Unicorn and Crab were certainly not on that list. \"I am Shosuro Satoshi, I take it you're here to see the famed gardens for yourself?\" \n\nHe asked with a relatively upbeat tone, wanting to be polite despite his instincts wanting otherwise. A finger moved underneath the chin of the boys mask, flipping it upward so the crab could see Satoshis face. A soft smile crossed the young man's lips. \n\n\"Is there anything I can do for you?\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*Ariko would wait for the man to recover, eyeing the paint he had nearly spilled with concern but pleased to see the man had been skilled enough to prevent the pain he had been holding spilling. What had truly caught her off guard through all this, however, was the Scorpion taking off his mask. She had never of a Scorpion who would willingly do that and she immediately wondered if she had stepped into some kind of Scorpion trick. Glancing around for a moment, she would bow to the Scorpion.*\n\n\"Apologies for interrupting your time, Shosuro-sama. I am Yasuki Ariko. I have indeed come to visit the gardens, to see the sights and wonders contained within, but I confess I had to stop myself when I saw you preparing here. You are here to paint something within the garden?\" *Considering her edge at the man taking off his mask, she was wondering if this was some sick Scorpion trap she had just walked into but she would give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Surely, even the Scorpion wouldn't turn a simple art like painting into a twisted scheme.*"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "At this moment Satoshi was thinking of how to turn a simple painting opportunity into a twisted scheme. Believing there was something to exploit in any given situation, the young man hoped to achieve something worthwhile. While he did not believe the apology to be genuine, perhaps the 'crab' was intrigued by what he sought to paint. Could she have been an artisan as well? \n\n*'A Crab as an Artisan? Well she is a Yasuki, still, this is a monumental moment for their clan.'* He thought before replying to her. \n\n\"I hope the gardens have not disappointed, a pleasure to acquaint you, Yasuki-sama.\" He continued, \"I often spend my time drawing scenic views whenever I can, the gardens tend to provide them more than other places I frequent.\" Turning to stand beside her, the scorpion gestured to the pond. It was serene, surrounded by trees and flowers, and the light reflected off it just perfectly. \n\n\"I believe to truly put what you desire into your painting, you must see, hear, smell, and feel that of which you aspire to replicate. Of course what do I know? Painting is but one of my expertise. Would you care to join me, Yasuki-sama?\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*Ariko would do her best to remain unconcerned about the Scorpion as she held her hands in front of her, hidden by the long sleeves of her robes. It would only cause trouble if she showed off any hesitation or fear. She would nod to the Scorpion as he spoke.*\n\n\"The gardens have been a wonderful sight to see so far, Shosuro-sama. I thought the Poppy garden in Daikoku's garden had been exotic but the gardens of the Scorpion make it look normal in comparison.\" *As the man spoke about his beliefs on painting, and how one had to experience it in so many ways, she wondered if taste was part of it and he just didn't mention. The mental image of the Scorpion sniffing and tasting a flower was more amusing than she wanted to admit.*\n\n\"I share your taste in observing and drawing scenic views where I can, Shosuro-sama.\" *The visual image she had just thought of was too amusing to gloss over in her mind and she couldn't help but let the humour put a genuine smile on her face as she looked at the Scorpion.* \"I saw many things on the way here that I would wish to draw, and indeed the city itself has a surprising number of sights I would wish to capture as a painting. These gardens will be listed amongst them.\" *She would give Satoshi a look.*\n\n\"If it is no trouble to you, Shosuro-sama, I would be pleased to join you. I have only met one other painter amongst the clans since arriving here, and finding other painted to share art or speak with is always of interest.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hmph! She was lucky to meet the young and lovable Shosuro Satoshi, a one of a kind artisan! Content in hearing of her relative tastes to art, her company was acceptable to the young scorpion. He had a natural distaste toward the brute thinking clans such as the crab and lions, however they protected the realm from the creatures of Jigoku. Thus he could expend some tolerance. \n\n\"It gladdens me to know someone can appreciate the scenery and what we can learn from it..\" \n\nHe spoke earnestly as he prepared for the two of them to paint. The inside of his straw basket were silk sheets to paint on, assorted brushes, and a dozen ink canisters they could use. Despite the young man's size, it was much heavier than it looked. While he did struggle, managing to carry all these supplies without looking desperate or drag attention was a reward in itself! The silk canvases now stood above the grass on wooden displays, facing the scenery of the pond, trees, and various fauna enjoying the suns bask. Before he took hold of his brushes, he'd inquire. \n\n\"Poetry can often invoke the feelings of a scene, allowing us to place it upon our painting. Do you have one appropriate for the occasion?\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*Ariko was surprised the Shosuro had so much painting equipment brought out here. And that he had done it himself without any servants to assist. A good reminder not to underestimate the Scorpion, even if they were as foppish as the Crane could be at times.*\n\n\"Nature provides for us in many ways. Not many can appreciate it for the non-material reasons.\" *She would say, agreeing with the Scorpion as much as it made her skin crawl. She would curse internally, however, when poetry was mentioned and he asked her for one. She debated making on upe on the spot but the chidlish poem she would come up with on the spot would make her look a fool in front of the Scorpion. She had to parry this blow.*\n\n\"I cannot say I often need such a thing when I am painting. Normally, inspiration just hits me and I must put it to paper in some manner but you are too kind, Shosuro-sama. It would be inappropriate for me to put forth such a poem, however, as I am intruding on your time. Please, I would be honoured to hear what you had come up with while preparing.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Nodding at her statement of nature, Satoshi began to find himself appreciating the crabs presence. Would you look at that? Someone was getting along with the young arrogant scorpion, it was a crab of all people! How the times have changed.. Although! A fellow artisan couldn't help but show respect and generosity. Even though their clans have never been above bare minimum relations, Satoshi had decency! \n\n\"Nonsense, Yasuki-sama, to say you're an intruder of my time is to say the plants are unwelcome in the soil where they belong. These gardens accept all winsome flowers.\" \n\nHe smiled softly before they began. Now standing before their podiums of silk sheets and ink ready to be drawn. The Shosuro took in the landscape. Thinking of poetry that could inspire the two. Invoking a feeling was the goal, it didn't have to be perfect or the most beautiful piece of poetry ever. \n\n\"The solace of winds shiver, \nMy arm steadfast and bristle sharp to cut, \nAnd yet these eyes, are my blade.\" \n\n*'Hey that was pretty freaking good! Maybe I'll write that down when she's not looking..'* He thought to himself. \n\n\"I hope that was invoking, poetry is but one of the pleasures I dabble into but I'm still new! Are you ready to paint?\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*Ariko had to hold back a chuckle, wondering if the Scorpion had really compared her to a flower. She didn't expect such words from a Scorpion considering the relationship between their clans but perhaps the joy and creation of art could create unexpected bridges in the least likely of places. She'd have to avoid mentioning that she had arrived here alone at some point to Umeo.* \n\n*The Crab courtier would close her eyes for a moment after the Scorpion recited his poetry and she as much as she would have enjoyed subtly teasing the Scorpion for a poor poem, she had to admit he had crafted an appropriate one for the occasion. While she meant what she had said about such things not normally being necessary for her, she could see the appeal to it.*\n\n\"I found the poem quite fitting, Shosuro-sama. Are you sure you only dabble?\" *The Crab courtier would say as she picked up her own painting instrument but would not approach the silk paper or paint just yet.* \"If you pursue the art more seriously, I am eager to hear your future works. I am ready Shosuro-sama. Let us begin.\" *Although she said that, the Crab courtier would step to the side slightly and start observing the pond and surrounding area in front of them over painting immediately.*\n\n\"I pray you only dabble in painting as well. I am no master painter, and would hate to shame myself next to your art, Shosuro-sama.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The young man carefully handled his utility, sliding a hand in his brushing glove, he began to take the brush and inspect its quality. Before applying any ink, he gave a few strokes pressing soft pressure to the silk sheet. This was to of course test the tools, but to also ready himself. For a moment, he did in fact accidentally block out the woman next to him. However, when Ariko spoke he recalled he had company. \n\n\"Poetry encourages lateral thinking, cites one's feelings, provides appreciation to articulate words, and allows one to see beauty where they do not expect. I only dabble, but it is shameful more Samurai do not.\" He truly meant those words. As a Scorpion, these were lessons taught to him. Of course a Crane could dish out fruitless poem, the brightest crab may be able to understand one meant for children. Satoshi however would not shame anyone who tried. \n\nWhen the time to paint began, he used the bottom of the brush to press down on his mask. Concealing his face once more, for some reason this provided comfort while indulging in the arts. With everything set out, he quickly began. Ariko would find these various inks were not cheap nor lacking variety of color. \n\n\"I'm no Master either, however, in every stroke we strive closer to it. Whatever you create will be splendid, Yasuki-sama, only the beholder can see the flair in such a subjective pursuit.\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*Ariko would continue to observe the scenery in front of her for another few moments before she nodded to herself as she was satisfied of the mental image she had in her mind. This was much simpler than some of the other things she had been looking at since arriving in this city and she found it much simpler to paint it this way than looking back and forth at the scenery.*\n\n\"Poetry is as much an art as painting is, Shosuro-sama. Many lack the talents to excel in such a field, even with practice.\" *The Crab would murmur as she took a proper position in front of the silk sheet. She would examine the brush and inks that the Scorpion had prepared and would honestly be impressed, but also confused at the amount he had prepared. Had she not happened upon him, was he going to use this all on his own? Perhaps she had met a painting fiend amongst the Scorpion. Shaking her head lightly, she would begin to prepare the inks she felt she needed.*\n\n\"The Kakita may argue that point, Shosuro-sama.\" *Ariko would say, hiding the derison in her voice from most.* \"Their artisans do like to paint themselves as the masters of artistry in general after all. A few words from one of them and you'll be famous. Or ruined.\" *The Crab courtier would begin her painting, doing her best to mimic the image of the scenery she had in her mind and not even looking off the silk sheet again.*"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The two indulged in painting within one another's company. Satoshi felt at peace, ensuring each stroke had purpose. Very often the young man painted alone, he couldn't remember anyone else sharing the hobby. There were many Artisans in the scorpion, including his direct family. However, each strived for greatness, rather than forging bonds through the art. Even though the craft had always been therapeutic, doing it with someone else was nice. \n\n\"Now Yasuki-sama, you don't have to be so coy. Rather than lacking the talent, you mean they're just stupid.\" He chuckled, even though she was a Yasuki, Ariko was still a crab. Satoshi wasn't blunt nor did he enjoy the lack of finesse, but it was just the two of them here. \n\n\"The Kakita must be fine poets indeed. Perhaps the day they can see the world when it isn't reflecting off their swords, I'll heed their opinions. Wouldn't you agree?\" He inquired jokingly without turning. Right now he focused on the pivotal aspect of his piece, the water. Bringing it to life would truly make the art flourish, mixing the proper ink on the sheet to highlight its reflections. \n\n\"How long have you pursued such arts? You seem quite familiar with the tools I've laid out.\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*The Crab courtier would pause in her painting for a moment at the words of the Shosuro. The bluntness didn't throw her off guard, being a Crab she was used to that from many of her own cousins amongst the clan. It was more like she felt the Scorpion, unintentionally if she were being generous, was throwing said insult at her considering her complete lack of experience or training in the art of poetry. The woman examined the tools the Scorpion had provided them for painting and spent some time visualizing what it would be like to grab one of those and smash it over the head of the man next to her. It was a surprisingly relaxing thought.*\n\n\"As amusing an idea as that would be, the Crane are rather adept at making sure their opinions are accepted when it comes to art. Even if it requires them enjoying the reflection of the blood of their critics on the edge of said swords.\" *She would respond finally, going back to her painting once again. She didn't disagree at all with the Scorpion's words but to admit something so openly to the clan of secrets could be asking for more trouble when she has only just arrived. While Satoshi was focused on the water, Ariko's focus was more on recreating the minor and small details of the scene before them. Adding the individual plants around the pond exactly as they were in real life, mimicing the tree and its branches they swayed over the pond.*\n\n\"Painting has been an interest of mine for many years now, I took it up even before I achieved my gempukku. I have always found a few of the more courtly arts soothing and my memory has let me put things I've seen onto paper much easier than most. What bout yourself, Shosuro-sama? You must have spent some time or are very interested in the art considering all the equipment and the quality of ink you have provided us today.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Underneath the guise of his Kabuki mask, Satoshi had a dumbfounded grin on his face. Ariko showed restraint with her words, whilst Satoshi was blunt. How the roles were reversed. He let the topic move along, simply nodding at her words of the Crane. When the subject went back to painting itself, the young man had quite the time. Feeling immersed in his craft, as if he were creating the scene itself. Having created the pond of water and the grass surrounding it, he began constructing the trees. \n\n\"I was blessed with a sharp hand for as long as I could remember. My immediate kin has always taken to the arts. Whether it was painting, poetry, origami, or some other flavor of craft. Of course, we all favor theatre.\" \n\nSounding more resolute than normal, the young Shosuro was passionate and proud. There was more to being a Samurai than swinging a sword. The empire depended upon tradition and culture, there were more fronts for battle. Slightly turning his head to face the woman, despite wearing a mask and it not mattering he spoke. \n\n\"I aspire to set stones in not one, but many talents. Some may find it frivolous, but there's more to protect in Rokugan than our lives.\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*Ariko couldn't help but ruminate on the Shosuro's words as he spoke. Her hand would stop painting for a moment as he spoke about all the arts his family favoured, and how there was more to protect in Rokugan than just their lives. Part of her wanted to bite back at the Scorpion for that. While they claimed to be doing their duty for Rokugan, she doubted they'd be able to handle what her kin have to face on the wall to keep the rest of them safe from the horrors that wished to claim their souls.*\n\n\"You have an ambitious goal, Shosuro-sama.\" *Ariko would say after a few moments, pushing some of her darker thoughts aside as best she could so it would not influence her painting as she went back to it.* \"If your skill with words and painting are similar, perhaps you will accomplish that goal one day. Does that mean one day there will be some shows being performed in this city that will have been created by yourself? Dare I say, even with you performing if that is also one of your talents?\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The Shosuro knew he was being interviewed, however, he enjoyed every second of it. Feeling famous fueled his ego and one thing Satoshi loved about himself? His ego! Still carrying himself as a proper noble, the young man focused on his craft. Every stroke had a purpose, one would've imagined if he took a moment to breathe or blink. His brushes were fast and confident, it was as though he didn't need to look at the scene before him. \n\n\"Can't say for sure. Though if your interest is piqued I would not mind extending the invitation.\" That's all he could say on the matter. \n\nHe wasn't interested or concerned with the crab, but knowing more about her could be beneficial. Thus he shrugged his shoulders, they were getting tired at his pace. \"Do you have an interest in theatre or performing? Someone of your talents must be attuned to not just painting. Your grace could be deserving of the proper stage.\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "\"I have heard the theatre shows here are something to consider seeing. Back home, such things were less common so I have never had the chance to see one.\" *The courtier would say as she continued working on her painting. She did find it rather amusing this was the second time she had ended up speaking about a theatre play with someone and seeing them.*\n\n\"Seeing a show would be interesting I suppose but performing in one myself? I don't think I would do so well in such a role.\" *To act in front of so many at a level that would warrant an audience to see would be too much like lying, the young woman thought. That and all the outfits and long hours of practice would likely tire her out. She wasn't comfortable doing such a thing even if it was only for a performance.* \"I do enjoy playing music beyond painting, although that is less common. I have not had the chance to enjoy it here either, it is difficult finding an appropriate place to play in such a large city.\"\n\n*Her painting was starting to come together now, still not having looked back at the scenery since she started.* \"Considering your many talents, is there an art you are not overly fond of, Shosuro-sama?\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The crab didn't do theatre back home? How was Satoshi not surprised by that fact? Seems the Yasuki were the only samurai with any culture in the Clan. He chuckled to himself at the thought of it. He was almost finished with his painting, simply nudging it the finer details of the scene. Such as the smaller fauna skipping about, and the contrast of light reflected off the water with the trees providing shade. \n\n\"Theatre is often looked down upon, I can see your hesitation. Most are unable to ascertain the value of the art and what it can teach.\" He spoke with pride, these teachings were passed to him from his family. To them, the life of a Samurai was a theatre play. \"Through these stories, we learn many things about life and that of the Samurai. Valuable lessons to help us uphold Bushido or other honorable aspects. It is an art to deliver these things as a form of entertainment, no?\" He'd have asked while looking over. Truly wanting to see what she thought. \n\n\"Music is a commendable talent. The animals here respond well to it if you fancy the presence of them.\" Satoshi didn't have any skill or interest in music. However, having a performer during plays could be nice. \"What do you play?\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "\"The Crab appreciate kabuki theatre, we don't look down upon it per say. I was more commenting on how the theatre troupes you have up here are unlikely to come down to Crab lands.\" *Ariko would smirk slightly at the thought of some of these softer artisans and samurai experiencing Crab life.* \"You'd probably be surprised the Crab have a tradition of performing plays for each other. We call them draw-lot plays.\" *The samurai would be silent again for a few moments as she considered the Scorpion's words.*\n\n\"Hai, I do have to concur with your statement.\" *She would say after a few moments of silence where she painted.* \"The skill and talent to perform a play and make it believable? Make it entertaining while also getting across the message, the heart of a story? Not everyone can do that. The creation and expression of art is as much as skill and talent as wielding a sword.\"\n\n*Ariko would focus on finishing up her painting as she spoke, still copying the image she had memorized in her mind rather than mimicing how it might be currently.* \"I only dabble, it is difficult to find an appropriate place to practice here.\" *She would murmur, her thoughts darkening as Satoshi mentions animals. She would have to avoid playing her music here as she wasn't sure what would be worse, attracting any local Scorpion that might be around or attracting animals.*\n\n\"I play the flute. A small and simple instrument to carry around and play. I am not used to such a large city though, home is much smaller and easier to find solitude to play music in peace. Do you play any music or do you prefer to perform?\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing of the crab having their own sort of theatre wasn't surprising, they likely had to water it down to understand it. However, he was surprised to hear the clan of brutes had some culture. When she spoke of the talents of theatre being equal to a sword he chuckled. The Yasuki were quite the stand-out among the crabs dynamic. \n\n\"You'll find many such places. I may even share a few with you. Of course I'd be a fool not to exchange such knowledge for the chance at being graced by your talents.\" He gave a soft compliment then continued. \"The flute is quite the admirable instrument, its simplicity demands creativity and discipline. Quite fitting for an artisan, and a crab.\" Satoshi was not an instrument person. Although! There was always the curiosity to learn he thought. \n\n\"I hold many surprises, perhaps you'll find out about all of my talents one day, hmm? If it's acceptable to you, maybe one day we can exchange demonstrations. You of your musical pursuits, and I of the theatre.\" He offered, of course he wasn't going to press anything or sound desperate. Satoshi lived life with discipline and upheld tradition. That doesn't mean he doesn't go with the flow however."
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "\"Your expectations may be too high for my talents, Shosuro-sama but if you do share such a place I would be honoured to give you a demonstration.\" *Ariko would say, a little surprised at the compliment. She almost expected him to be shocked and ask why she wasn't skilled with the drums as clearly banging things would be a Crab talent. Part of her wondered if the Scorpion was giving her a subtle threat about seeing all of his talents one day.*\n\n\"I would be quite interested in seeing a display of your skills as well, Shosuro-sama. The skill of your family is known, and I'd be a fool to pass up on a chance to see it in action.\" *The Crab courtier was just about finished with her painting. As she set out, the painting focused on capturing the scene before them rather than making it artistic. While one who put more focus on artistry might have issue with it, it would be clear it was not done poorly.* ||Painting 3!||\n\n\"Do you come to this garden to paint often, or was this a break in normal tradition for your art?\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "By this time, the young Shosuro had completed his painting. Focusing on the vocal points of the painting to attract eyes, he was proud Of the drawing. Satoshi was no expert or master of the art, but constant striving toward perfection was enough for him. || Painting 3 as Well! || \"Then it's settled! I'll give you a worthy performance in exchange for witnessing your musical talents.\" \n\nHe smiled before turning his once-empty silk sheet over to the crab. Demonstrating his painting. The scenery was the pond before them, painted with a soft blue graced by white-inked highlights to represent the sun's radiance. The tree was done with black ink with unorthodox strokes to display the branches. At each piece, the inks were tinted with one another color. Blending them to give a sense of realistic lighting, adds life to the piece of art. \n\n\"I paint wherever there is beauty to capture. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder or whatever they say right? Today I found a flower these Gardens are not often graced with, so I'm satisfied! Anyway, ever been to the Bards Mane?\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "\"Agreed, Shosuro-sama.\" *Ariko would say, smiling despite her feelings on the Scorpion clan. When it came to the arts, she had a soft spot for interacting with others.* \"I am looking forward to it, although my musical skills are lacking compared to my painting talents.\"\n\n*The Crab courtier would turn her silk-sheet over to the Scorpion to see her work. Rather than any artistic liberties taken with the work, it was as close to a mimicry to the scene before them she could re-create at her skill level. The shape of the tree, the major branches, the plants within and around the pond all were matching the scene before them. Even a few insects that had been in the air at the time she had memorized the scene.*\n\n\"The Bards Mane? No, I have not. Is that a restaurant within the city? I am still somewhat new here and have not had the chance to explore it fully yet.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Taking a look at her silk sheet, it was certainly impressive. Flipping his mask back up to get a look, she'd see an expression of pride. Despite clan or blood, the Shosuro were proud of all the great work of Artisans. The eyes shifted back up to meet Arikos, setting a soft smile across his lips. \n\n\"A fine piece, I am glad I met you here, Yasuki-sama. I've been searching for those with appreciation and talent in high culture. This city could certainly use those of class coming together. The Bards Mane is just one location that accepts certain activities.\" \n\nHe started packing up his things, leaving the silk sheet out to dry while he did so. No use stuffing it in a bag and ruining it. It was meant to be cherished and hung somewhere. \n\n\"I am looking for a place to renovate and turn into a melting pot for all the Great Clans to demonstrate their artistic culture and talent. Would you be interested in helping me?\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "*The Crab was surprised at the expression the Shosuro was showing her. She expected mockery or thinly veiled sarcasm but the look of pride and the compliment? She wondered if the man was just better at hiding his true feelings than she was at reading them. She would take a moment to think of this Bard's Mane he spoke of before she shook her head.*\n\n\"I am not familiar with this location. Is it a theatre then? Or a place for artists to show off their skills?\" *She would inquire with genuine curiosity on her face. She would look at her painting for a moment, wondering if this might be the answer to some of her issues if that were true. She would suppress a frown when he mentioned renovating it though.*\n\n\"Is this Bard's Mane a place that will require renovation then? What kind of help did you have in mind, Shosuro-sama?\" *The young woman wanted to take her fan out to hide her face as this topic was discussed but she held back for now. Was this just some attempt to get her financial backing or mercantile skills for his own purposes? Or was he being genuine. She would have to assess and see.*"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "She had questions as one would expect. Satoshi Was happy to provide this information, having grown up in the city of lies he knew much. The Bards Mane wasn't the best place, but there was some allure to it. After collecting all of his things, the young Shosuro hoisted the straw basket onto his back. \n\n\"The Bards Mane is a restaurant in the merchants quarter of the city. It has a stage that hosts performers. Theatre, music, they say they're a patron of the arts but it's not really. It's a little more... Homey?\" \n\nIt was an awful place that didn't befit anything spectacular, but some people enjoyed it. He figured it was a good middle ground for a Crab to enjoy. \n\n\"Figured we Could go and scout the place out. See if there are any other talents interested in my little endeavor. That and I thought it would be fun to see more of you. Is the idea not favorable? It's fine if you do not wish to accompany me.\""
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "\"Interesting. I had not realized such a place existed within the city.\" *Ariko would reply as she rubbed her chin. Many of her clan had colourful words for the Scorpion clan and this city itself, but perhaps the Scorpion had done more with it than she had expected. Flowers found a way to bloom in the most surprising of places after all. She did wonder what homey meant for a Scorpion though* \n\n\"It does sound like an interesting idea to see if there are others like us that are worth speaking to. I would be honoured to accompany you, Shosuro-sama. But what of the renovating and turning it into something more? You are thinking of this location or another elsewhere in the city?\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He had the crab curious, that was good. Satoshi did want someone else to entertain the idea. This was a positive diplomatic endeavor to be made, who'd deny such a thing? Well, there were a few he could think of. However, he liked to think this was something beneficial for the other clans. Primarily the scorpion would, but he had a knack for throwing bones. Now that he got Ariko's attention, it was time to be mysterious for no reason! \n\n\"I have many ideas and plans to run by my Ambassador on this particular subject. Join me and you'll learn more, I'll be sure to send a letter!\" \n\nIt was then and there the Shosuro took off. Having less weight to carry than before, he was still struggling, however. Despite this he was more enthusiastic than normal! Finding the day to be well spent!"
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"author": "celentis",
"message": "\"As you say, Shosuro-sama. I will be at the Crab embassy. You can deliver it there.\" *She would bow to the Scorpion as he left. Ariko considered the odd Scorpion as he struggled to leave with his burden, and she was unable to smile to herself at the sight. She was curious if this would actually end up as something or if it would be some Scorpion ploy. Time would tell. After a few moments, she would look at her painting and head out of the gardens thinking to herself.*"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Today would be a large step in progress, setting a favorable stone in place to assist their cause. The gardens were usually filled with tourists, attendants, and maybe a performer or two. At this hour its presence was near desolate, with the sound of only natural ambiance filing the air. Having sent a letter to Bayushi Kotori and writing up several documents, getting their stamps approved of course. The Magistrate waited near the entrance of the park, with every Shiatsu professional and Gardner lined up. She would have the reigns of inside and out. \n\nGiven what he knew of the Woman, Yuto felt this job to be most appropriate. It wasn't far from the Shosuro palace with many servants to aid her. Security was strong and he spent a fair share of time here to ensure things were okay. The Bathhouse was a crucial business that upheld their tradition in the city. Making sure it was successful was a primary objective. \n\nYuto wore attire traditional for that of a Scorpion. Wearing his hair in a topknot. His Daisho was on his waist as well as a few scrolls and a nicely crafted box in hand. A few things to give her when assigning such duties. Figuring a formal tour of the garden and coronation to manage it was appropriate. Wanting to demonstrate the weight of such a role. Chinatsu, his personal attendant stood beside him. They were ready to get started. \n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The day had finally come.\n\nBayushi Kotori made her way to the gardens with Ryogo in tow, clad in one of her finest kimono. This was a moment worthy of ceremony, and was due appropriate gravitas. She carried with her a small bamboo case specially crafted to hold documents, but as usual, she wore no blade with her. \n\nShe walked with the measured dignity of a woman of her station, stopping before her magistrate and bowing respectfully. She nodded politely to Chinatsu after she straightened. Having recently spent so much time in the gardens and bathhouse, she'd become more familiar with many of the staff of the garden, and gave them a little nod, too.\n\n\"Good day to you, Rokugo-sama,\" She smiled up at him, the mid-morning sun glinting off her numerous hair ornaments. \"I am here to serve at your direction.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Pleased to see her arrival, the Rokugo bowed. As did all the other servants present. She was their direct Lord now, supervising all that went on in the gardens. Kotori had an important business to manage, there was so much to extract from the gardens. While she came prepared the man was here to ensure she knew. \n\n\"It is most pleasing that you are here, Bayushi-san.\" He spoke in his regular meek tone. Keeping a neutral expression. \"All those present here are now at your disposal. Shiatsu professionals, gardeners, those that care for the fauna. Upholding the ecosystem of the Garden and the Traditions of the Bathhouse fall to you.\" \n\nHe gestured for the woman to follow, dismissing the servants present. They had been made aware of the accommodations. Yuto began to make his way to the pavilion building, where the bathhouse was stationed. \n\n\"Tell me, Bayushi-san. Do you know why we value the Bathhouse and its traditions so much?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori followed just a step behind him, not only because he was so much taller than she, but also as an appropriate show of deference. This was business after all, not pleasure. \n\n\"I assure you, Rokugo-sama, I will fulfill my duties to the best of my abilities.\" She was grateful that she'd been spending so much time recently at the gardens. She was familiar now with most of the facilities save the zoo, but that was on her list of places to visit. \n\n\"I have already been acquainting myself with the bathhouse and the grounds, and have met several other samurai in the process. I hope that I have not overstepped my bounds.\"\n\n\"As to the importance of this bathhouse, I can think of many reasons why it is so valuable to us. First, if we speak to traditions, it is a subtle reminder of Scorpion hospitality, but more especially that of the the Bayushi. Second, it is a useful means of asserting our influence within the city. Third, the bathhouse could provide us with an invaluable means of gathering information, so long as we can maintain our prominence and convince others it is a safe place.\" \n\nShe glanced up at him, hoping that her response would be at least sufficient even if it was not as complete as he had hoped. \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He walked at a moderate pace, making sure the smaller woman could keep up. When noticing she was a step behind him, the Scorpion took one stride back before proceeding. Yuto was not as condescending as one would think, possessing the humility of a proper vassal. Despite his authority he still saw those of noble blood to be above him. \n\"You've done exactly as I have hoped. The extent of your bounds is limited to the Gardens, for now at least.\" \n\nKotori didn't miss a mark when it came to expressing the importance of the Garden. Yuto wasn't exactly surprised at this but he was astonished. There wasn't much to add on top of her reasons, though there was more to discuss. \n\"You are correct, Bayushi-san. Using the bathhouse to collect information and build relations with the other clans stationed here in the city is important. They believe we will spend our time fighting this battle underneath the table, we however, will strike on all fronts.\" \n\nUpon approaching the bathhouse, he slid the door open for the two to enter. The pavilion was tall, large enough and equipped with everything one would need. Seeing as she's explored the building in her time here, he figured to show her a new room. One that would specifically be dedicated to her. \n\"Since you'll be spending a lot of time here, an office has been prepared for you.\" \n\nThe room was spacious and had room to further decorate. Within it was a table with cushions on both sides in the center of the room. Further in the back were storages for paper, ink, and brushes. \n\"Figured you'd decorate it yourself.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Yuto's considerate nature and gestures of silent kindness were but two of the reasons she was growing to like the young magistrate so much.\n\n\"I am glad I have met your expectations, Rokugo-sama. I believe that by showing we, as a clan, are capable of conducting business 'properly' will do well in helping us to re-secure our position within the city.\" \n\nWhen he opened the door to the office, Kotori was nearly vibrating with excitement. True, she had explored a significant portion of the bath house to familiarize herself with the structure, but hadn't seen *Everything*. Seeing the office, *Her* Office, a place where she would be responsible for overseeing the operations of the baths... It was an almost overwhelming moment for her.\n\nShe paused at the door, her face flushing with pleasure. \"My most humble thanks, Rokugo-sama. I am eager to continue to serve, and I will not let you down.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He waited patiently, giving Kotori a moment to take in the room, after all she was going to be spending a lot of time here. When she gave reassurance in not letting him down, the Magistrate simply nodded. Yuto took a step further into the office, seating himself at the table closer to the door. After situating himself he would gesture for her to come sit. Gently placing the small wooden box carried with him on the table. \n\n\"You'll need these papers to get started. Organize them how you wish.\" \n\nInside the box were a dozen ink written papers. Each document was either a file on a worker, specific animal, plant, and lists of supplies currently on hand. This would surely help Kotori get up to speed on how the state of the garden was doing. However, that wasn't the only thing he has for the woman today. Reaching for his Obi, Yuto pulled out a scroll, this was a list of names he had written. Familiar Contacts for her to invite and show hospitality to in the bathhouse. \n\n\"I trust you'll do well with these.\" \n\nLaying out the paper, it was a lot longer than one would expect—rolling over the table.\n\n``` Bayushi no Rokugo Yutos Contacts of Interest\n\nCrab - Yasuki Umeo, Yasuki Rei, Kuni Kobe, Yasuki no Nobuto Miyami. \n\nMantis - Moshi Mai, Moshi Kana, Chiyōko. \n\nPhoenix - Shiba Iemon, Asako Sanumo, Isawa Kashikoi, Shiba Terumi, Asako Kita. \n\nLion - Kitsu Himiko, Akodo Katsuhiro, Ikoma Miho, Kitsu Miu. \n\nDragon - Agasha Kokuto \n\nCrane - Doji Koharu, Kakita Kiyoko.``` \n\nGiving her a moment to read it over, he'd then go on to speak: \"You'll notice there are no Unicorn on the list. While I am friends and acquaintance with some, relations between clans are non existent. Unless they come to our gardens themselves, we will extend no invitation.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Vulpine eyes swept over the room, making only a cursory survey. There would be time enough to worry about trivial matters such as decorating. Though... She *Would* Get to that later. \n\nThe scroll, long and impressive and just a bit intimidating, arrested her attention most. She was relieved that several of the names on the list were already familiar to her; she'd met half-dozen of the personages mentioned, which, she hoped would make the future processes at least a bit easier. The bit about the Unicorn was not unexpected, though it was something of a disappointment. She'd met several members of that clan already, and they had all seemed pleasant enough... Especially Utaku Takeda. Shinjo Temujin had been friendly and welcoming, and while Shinjo Sumire may not have been the most outwardly personable, she'd been helpful and was clearly a woman possessing a sharp mind. What a terrible shame it was that relations between their clans had soured to such a degree.\n\nCarefully, she rolled the scroll up and tucked it carefully into the case she had brought with her. This scroll would require careful study and a careful plan to make best use of the information the magistrate had gifted her. Placing the scroll case onto one of the shelves in an alcove, Kotori faced Yuto fully, and bowed low at the waist.\n\n\"Thank you for entrusting to me this important duty, Rokugo-sama. I will not fail you.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He gave Kotori time to take it all in. This was a heavy responsibility, one he felt no other Scorpion was suited to. Tomura had other tasks and Kiyo had other skillsets entirely. Sayako is the mystery left of how to assign the Shugenja. Rather than ponder them, Yuto focused on the woman in front of him. Now that he provided her with a list of contacts and documents of the gardens, he had something else to give her. \n\n\"Your compelling grace and influential tongue may give some of the other Samurai an... Unruly appetite. It is not always the best etiquette to have a Yojimbo around, so in those instances.\" \n\nHe spoke no more, placing a thin wooden case on the desk. Lifting the top, it was two fans. Picking them up to hold in hand, he snapped them open at once. Revealing two sheets with two different patterns. One was a gray background with a scorpion on it, the second was black and covered in various flowers. Suitable for her to carry whilst in the gardens. \n\n\"Menhari-Gata, a lot less suspicious to reach for than a knife. Fortunes bless that you never have to use them for anything other than fanning your face.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I am very honored, Rokugo-sama. They are exquisite.\" She pressed her fingertips together and touched them lightly against her chin as she looked down at the fans, eyes shining. \"I, too, they shall never see their proper use.\" \n\nTrue, a wakizashi had been bestowed upon her at her gempukku, she knew it was a mere formality. She had drawn the blade only once before being scolded fiercely for her carelessness, and so the sword had rested upon its stand in her rooms ever since. As such, she was without a weapon at almost all times, not even being permitted to carry a tanto. It was not a formal prohibition, as such, but the danger was great enough that she still abided by it. \n\nKotori smiled up at him with a warm, bright expression; she was clearly very happy. \"Thank you for placing your trust in me.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "An expression of content crossed Yutos lips, neither happy or sad she enjoyed the gift. Many would take a weapon as an insult, but here the Magistrate looked beyond formalities, gazing upon the assurance of the woman's safety. Better to be safe than sorry in these regards, if she became a valuable asset as Yuto hoped, protection was a demand. She was being given a valuable task, he had high hopes for Kotori. \n\n\"Forgive me, do not misinterpret the formality. What I have placed upon you is responsibility suited to your strength. Trust is yet to come.\" While these words could be seen as rude or deteriorating, he spoke softly. One could almost ask if the Magistrate was capable of harsh tones. After his experience with fellow clanmates, Yuto lost trust for those who wore the same Mon. There was no one he trusted, not truly. \n\n\"Now that you have been settled into the city and have been assigned station, there are some warnings I must relate to you. Things to watch out for, there must be no shoulder not looked over.\" Where could he begin? The Kolat investigation? Many already knew, it would do no harm to warn a clan member, especially one in a position of Intelligence.."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Looking at the beautiful fans for a moment longer, Kotori wondered silently who she might ask to teach her to wield them properly. And if not properly, then at least effectively. She was smart enough to know that the two concepts were not always synonymous, nor were they mutually exclusive.\n\n\"Yes, Rokugo-sama.\" She nodded to him, immediately schooling her expression back into that of serious attention. She took no offense at his mention of not trusting her yet—that was to be expected, not only of one of her clan, but one who had been made magistrate in a place called the City of Lies. For her part, Kotori perhaps trusted too easily. She would have to work on that, even if the prospect of doing so saddened her somehow. \n\n\"I await your orders. As I said, I am already working towards establishing contacts within the city. If there are specific things for which I should pay special attention...\" She left the statement unfinished, certain that the magistrate would catch her meaning.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"Shosuro Miyagi, a Scorpion in the Bureaucracy tasked with arming the Thunder Guard and our Ashigaru. He was killed and had his chop taken, used by the Kolat to smuggle assets in and out of the city.\" He let that sit for a moment. There was a lot to digest in those words alone, but he'd continue soon enough. \"If we could be compromised, then anyone could be. The names I gave you on that list are safe, including the Heimin I have to serve you here in the Gardens. Do not let your guard down outside the safety of the Bathhouse and Palace.\" \n\nNow he needed to provide some reassurance, while there was no certainty, the man was confident he could achieve something great. \"I'm currently investigating to solve this matter, I intend to turn the tide in this effort to claim the city. No matter who claims it, I'll be damned if a Kolat does. Until I've given the okay, speak of this with no one.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Hearing what a mess things really were, Kotori exhaled a sigh through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment as she processed everything Yuto just told her. A murdered official, a stolen chop, Kolat... A terrible mess indeed.\n\n\"I will be careful. And what could I possibly speak of Rokugo-san? All we have discussed is the garden and the bathhouse.\" She blinked at him innocently and cocked her head, only the slightest smile shining in those same vixen eyes.\n\n\"I was thinking, perhaps, we might host some sort of...\" She rolled one hand absently, searching for the best word, \"...Artistic showcase in the near future. We need to show that the gardens and baths are not only beautiful places, but *Safe* Places as well. Organizing something that appeals to the more refined tastes would, I hope, be a subtle show that we are unified.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "As she inquired of what one could speak of, Yuto didn't understand the question at first. However, there were various things he could have her do, in regards to the list he gave. Kotori was beautiful, wise with her words, and seemingly harmless. This was an advantage, one she could make great use of. \n\n\"I think you've found what you can talk about. Although, I'd encourage you to find out about the individuals you invite here. Learn more about them, their clan, perhaps the problems they have, and things we can help with. Just remember, your job is to extract information, not give it. Unless for a price.\" Too many knew of the Scorpions poor handling in the city, that needed to change. Right now they had the advantage of underestimation. \n\n\"If you're looking to bring art into the gardens, I'm certainly not the one for that discussion. You ought to find Shosuro Satoshi for that kind of thing.\" He never had any idea what went through that kid's head. Satoshi was born in the city of lies so that explained a lot about him. \n\n\"I'd start sending letters as soon as possible. I'm certain those on that list will take kindly to you.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Yuto *Completely* Missed her implication, and she hid a giggle behind her sleeve. He needed an explanation, lest he think her foolish. \"Oh, Rokugo-sama... I was meaning to imply that your words are safe with me. I will disclose nothing, save for how lovely are our gardens and grounds.\" \n\n\"I would like to meet Shosuro-san soon, but he is elusive. Almost as much as our ambassador, it seems.\" She gave a rueful smile, bordering on the edge of a smirk. But only just.\n\n\"I will begin my communications immediately. I have already dispatched one to Asako Sanumo, and have arranged a meeting.\" The Phoenix Karo had replied quickly, his writing speaking of great eloquence and intelligence. She was nervous to meet him, but excited at the same time. It would be another opportunity to prove herself. \n\n\"Unrelated, Rokugo-sama...\" She fidgeted for a moment, glancing away shyly. \"I was wondering if you might like to attend the theatre with me at some point in the future.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing Satoshi was elusive wasn't a surprise at all. Perhaps he'd have to hunt down the little brat. Her not meeting with Komori was no surprise either, his absence was noted by everyone within the clan. He wanted to be rid of the Ambassador before any others came to be aware of his presence. That was a matter for another time though, focusing on what was in front of him was far more important. \n\n\"I'm glad you've taken the initiative. If it is no burden to you, I'd appreciate written reports of these meetings, that is if you extract the information you think or believe is worth me knowing.\" \n\nIt was then she brought up the theatres, looking away shy, fidgeting. What was her deal? Did her Yojimbo ask for an off day? Maybe she was too embarrassed to say anything. While he could have given a longer answer, he simply let out a: \n\n\"Sure.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Never had a flower wilted as quickly. \n\nAt Yuto's disinterested 'sure', Kotori's smile faltered for only a brief moment, barely half a second before she managed to regain her bearings, even if her mind was a cacophony of shrieking. Her thoughts in that instant made the same terrible sound as someone sweeping an armful of delicate china off a shelf, sending it shattering to the floor. She lowered her eyes demurely as a show of obeisance, it was just as much to hide her own embarrassment. \n\n*He most certainly does **Not** Want to attend the theatre with you, fool!* She chided herself silently. \n\n\"I will provide to you reports as I progress,\" The little Scorpion dipped in a small bow, acknowledging his 'orders', such as they were.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Even if it was only a brief moment, the Magistrate possessed sharp eyes. His unenthusiastic answer brought discontent, this was an error. One he would soon correct. Not until he had some harsh thoughts for himself. \n\n*' You slipped for just a moment and look what happened, good job Yuto.'* \n\nTaking a small breath, he recollected his face and showed a diplomatic smile, It was fabricated with good intentions. \"I'm glad to hear it. Now, come with me.\" He stood, walking around the table till he was at Kotori's side. Offered a hand to lift her, as he could do so easily. Before turning to walk, he made strong eye contact, still smiling, but at this moment it became genuine. \"I have one more thing to show you.\" \n\nThe Rokugo would have led her outside, back into the gardens. Walking beside the smaller Scorpion, considerate of their difference in size. After a while, he'd have led Kotori to a small pond. This one was populated with various ducks and their ducklings, for a moment he remembered how they'd play with Kame-sama. \n\n\"I'm going to show you why I've assigned you to the gardens.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"As you wish, Rokugo-sama.\" She smiled again, doing her best to appear at ease. \n\nShe hesitated for only a moment before slipping her small hand into Yuto's much larger one, grateful for his assistance. Normally, she would not have accepted such kind help, but he was her magistrate, so if he was making the offer, it must be alright. \n\nAt his pointed eye contact, Kotori blushed slightly, and she relaxed to see his smile actually reach his eyes. She followed him dutifully, just a half-step behind—after all, he was leading. When they finally arrived at the pond, the little Scorpion beamed with joy and pressed her fingertips together in delight.\n\n\"Oh, how precious!\" A woman down to her core, she was always charmed by cute animals, especially in their baby forms. And it just so happened that among baby animals, ducklings were *Very* High up on the adorable ranking. \n\nShe took a little step nearer to get a better look, not wanting to frighten animals but unable to stay away. \"Oh, Rokugo-sama! Look at how they swim!\" She pointed to some of the ducklings having a grand time in the pond, swimming about and splashing and quacking up a storm. \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Cheering her up was the idea, and Yuto was glad to have achieved that. His subordinates losing enthusiasm was not ideal, Kiyo lacked enough for everyone as it was already. As she paid attention to the little birds enjoying their time, Yuto began to softly whistle, gaining the attention of one mature duck who swam by itself. The Scorpion was fond of animals, going as far as to learn a few neat tricks for them too. As he softly whistled, the little bird drifted closer and closer to the two, drawn by the sound. || Animal Handling 3 || \n\nAs it approached, Yuto bent down on one knee. Laying the back of his hand softly in the grass, to one's surprise it would have sat in his hand, comfortable with the man out of familiarity. Standing back up, he turned to Kotori. \"As you spend time in the gardens, you'll begin to see the animals take a turn to your presence. I felt you to be a kindred spirit Bayushi-san. Sometimes You will feel a cold wind make your heart bitter while in this city, the many trials and tribulations will cause great suffering. But here, you can open your heart to the gardens, and in return, they will open their hearts to you.\" \n\nAs he finished speaking, he gently handed the creature out for her to hold it. If she were going to be the garden overseer, she needed to get good at handling the variety of fauna within it. \"Do not misunderstand either, for a warm heart does not equal a weak one. The other scorpion have cold hearts, thus, only you are capable of taming the Garden.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Her smile was bright enough to blind as she watched Yuto crouch down and seem to summon a duck. The way it swam over and then comfortably hopped up into his hand was just so charming she giggled. All of her previous embarrassment was forgotten and forgiven—this was much better than attending the theatre. \n\n\"Have you given him a name?\" She looked up at the magistrate as she took the duck, showing as much care as if Yuto had just handed her an infant. Delicate fingers pressed against the feathers gently, so gently, enjoying the sensation. \n\n\"I... I know that I am not able to serve the clan in all the capacities which you may need. I cannot handle a blade nor can I speak to the kami. But...\" She smiled down at the duck, cradling it more comfortably against her cherst, and then looked back up at him with an expression of open admiration and happiness. \"...But what I *Am* Able to do, I will devote myself entirely.\"\n\n\"I have not been in the city long, but already I feel that this garden is my sanctuary. To be able to oversee its well-being is an honor, a privilege.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He chuckled softly, especially when Kotori inquired of the little duck's name. Yuto had spent a lot of time within the gardens, but things such as naming the animals weren't his responsibility. However, they would fall to her. \"Naming the animals is your job now, do choose carefully,\" Yuto spoke in an amused tone. Watching her cradle the duckling as if it were a baby, he almost snorted but kept it contained. Though it seemed she needed more reassurance. \n\n\"Your dedication is unquestioned, Bayushi-san. I trust the responsibilities you have been given will be a weight lifted off of my shoulders. You will serve the clan in all the capacities you are able to, and that alone will be enough.\" Yuto spoke in a resolute tone, she may have doubted herself but the Rokugo didn't doubt the woman for a second. In their brief time together the two learned more of one another, but now it was time to bid farewell. \n\n\"It is time I take my leave, do not waver in your confidence to fulfill your duty. I trust your results will help us.\" Raising a hand, he gave the little duckling a scratch on the head, before turning to her. \"Overseeing the Gardens is indeed your privilege.\" He leaned in, a finger gently moved strands of hair out of the way of her ear, as he whispered. \"And attending the theatre with you will be mine.\"\n\nAfter that the Magistrate walked past the woman, taking his leave from the Scorpion Gardens."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "It was hard to recognize the value of one's self when for years it had been relegated to little more than being a pretty decoration, a bauble to be brought out on special occasions and admired like a new piece of artwork. That had been the reality of Kotori's upbringing; she was a doll who served no purpose other than to draw the eye. \n\nShe half believed that the only reason her clan had dispatched her to Ryoko Owari was at her uncle's behest. Get the ward out of his house, relinquish responsibility. \n\nBut the little Scorpion knew she could be more than that. She *Had* To be more than that... And if Yuto said it was so, she was ready to believe it.\n\n\"Thank you, Rokugo-sama.\" She smiled up at him, feeling her heart swell with pride and purpose. She giggled as he scratched the duckling and it quacked in response, giving its head a quick little shake. \n\nAnd then her mind went completely blank. Had... Had he actually just whispered to her? *And* Touched her hair? The sudden rush of blood to her face was enough to make her dizzy, staring at his retreating back as he walked away. It was not until Yuto had almost vanished from sight that she even remembered to breathe, blinking rapidly. \n\nShe looked down at the duckling; it looked back up at her. \"I... That really did just happen, did it not?\"\n\nThe duckling only quacked.\n\n\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "It was definitely somewhat awkward to be heading to the Scorpion's territory in the city after everything that had happened with their alliance. Some might even call the endeavour foolhardy or dangerous. Nevertheless, Kana found herself approaching the Scorpion garden, eyes scanning about to see some sort of familiar face. \n\nRumors were just that; rumors. Often they would be spread to serve some other purpose rather than just informing. At times though, there could be a seed of truth to them. Sometimes even the whole truth.\n\nSo, Kana decided to see if there was indeed any truth to some of the rumors she had been hearing of late.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "With a bit of freetime the man had gotten away from everything, finding himself in the gardens. While peace and quiet was known to do some good, it brought no tranquility to the scorpion. As a matter of fact he laid flat within the grass, both arms cushioning his head. Beside him was a platter with a pot and a set of cups for tea, while his Daisho rested next to him in the grass. As for himself Rokugo wore an all black kimono with hakama pants, typically these were his clothes for practicing or just being comfortable. Seemed he was just stuck in his mind for now. \n\nUpon seeing a familiar face, he wanted to get the woman's attention but didn't feel like moving. He was too lazy and depressed, therefore he tossed the closest and smallest rock he could find. Having it stumble before her feet he'd have waved his arm to call her over. Not a word left his lips. \n\nIf he weren't curious he'd have simply let her keep walking, but the current off duty magistrate had it in his nature to have questions and demand answers.. \n\n\"Moshi-sama, what brings you here today?\" \n\nHe asked politely with a somewhat boring tone mixed in. \n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana let out a small, surprised yelp at the rock that had found itself at her feet, taking a few second to clue in where it had come from. She took another few moments to make out where Yuto was in the grass, wondering why a tea set seemed to be on the ground in the middle of nowhere.\n\n\"Ah! Rokugo-sama! There you are!\" She greeted, her voice warm and friendly as it often was. \"Is all well with you?\" She asked, approaching him slowly. \"I was not quite expecting to see you on the ground.\" \n\nAs she got closer, her smile turned into a look of concern as the noticed his flat affect. She did not want to press inappropriately, but she was concerned he seemed to be rather down.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "It was very obvious something was bothering the man, but of course he still had to show proper etiquette towards the woman. He thought nothing of her being here, nor did he decide to pry, in truth he was just bored and needed a distraction from his thoughts. \n\n\"You can say I'm a very grounded man compared to many others. Would you like some tea?\" \n\nTerrible pun but he didn't have energy to put effort into the joke. Yuto instead looked up towards the mantis while she asked her question, was he well? That was a very loaded question to him, why? \n\n\"If being alive is the bare requirement for being well then I must say I meet the standards. How are you? You seem to be radiant as always, feel free to join me..\" \n\nThe man didn't move an inch or showed any signs of doing so. But he made sure to produce the energy for a conversation, though he was curious on what brought the mantis here. \n\n\"Were you here to see me? Forgive me for not being so... Formal..\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana managed a chuckle at the horrible pun. It could generously be called a groaner, but she did have a somewhat... Interesting sene of humor. Smoothing out her kimono beneath her, she knelt down beside Yuto. \"If you are offering, I would certainly not say no to some tea, Rokugo-sama. Thank you very much for your offer.\" \n\nShe maintained proper manners even as her worry only grew seeing him continue to lay on the ground listlessly. She considered for a moment whether or not he expected her to pour the tea herself, but waited a moment, not wanting to be presumptuous either way.\n\n\"Well, not specifically, but as it happens, I was looking for someone who I believe may be able to answer a question of mine.\" She offered a somewhat awkward smile, adjusting her obi. \"It, well... It concerns some rumors that I have heard\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Without moving, he took hold of the teapot and poured her a cup of tea, still laying flat thanks to the man's large wingspan. He was clearly giving as little energy as possible, only being rather enthusiastic when listening. Taking a breath his eyes shifted over to her, while he still laid down like a turtle the woman did strike some intrigue. Looking for answers to her rumors? \n\n\"There are a lot of rumors in this city, I've come to learn most are spread for the benefit of whoever let them become rumors. Treading along the lines of one is dangerous, it's a good thing you're asking me and not someone else.\" \n\nReassuring her of his honesty, even if he wanted to do anything, Yuto simply wasn't in the mood. Besides, from his few meetings he had grown fond of the mantis, anything he could help with would have been done. \n\n\"What concerns you?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "It was actually quite impressive how he was able to fill the cup of tea so precisely given he scarcely moved from his position. She graciously accepted the cup, taking a sip with both hands. She took a short breath to relax herself before beginning to speak.\n\n\"It's quite fortuitous that you're the one that I encountered, Rokugo-sama. I ah, actually wished to inquire about a mutual acquaintance of ours.\" She paused to take another sip of tea, closing her eyes as she did. \"Bayushi Kaori-san.\" \n\nFor now, she left that where it was, not wanting to risk any potential impropriety by coming right out with her meaning. Rather, she studied Rokugo's expression, attempting to gauge his reaction.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "After pouring the tea he shrugged, readjusting how he slept in the grass. The magistrate closed both eyes, having no reason to distrust Kana being beside him. She seemed like a good and honest woman, despite their clans alliance being lost he held on to the respect one always had. \n\n\"Ah yes, what would you like to know about Turtle hater-sama, last time you were together you sought to heal the princesses wounds, yes? I would assume you two would meet afterward.\" \n\nOpening his eyes again he looked up, staring at the sky slightly hidden by the tree over their heads. The weather today was surprisingly good, despite feeling it was a rainy one. \n\n\"As far as I know she's in good health. I assume you're worried with her medical condition..\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "*So... I will have to be direct then.*\n\nKana could feel her heart skip a beat at the mention of Kame-san. He was cute, and she was certain he was indeed a good turtle, but he was also a catalyst. A catalyst whose consequences were still not yet known.\n\n\"I assumed so as well. However, I've not seen so much as a trace of her since our meeting. That happens to be what the rumors I've heard concern as well.\"\n\nShe took one more deep breath, and one more sip of tea. There was nothing for it but to come out with it.\n\n\"I had heard she had ended up in trouble. Legal trouble, to be precise.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Having a good idea on what she meant by rumors, the large man sat up to address her more attentively. Nodding as Kana spoke, he let out a breath. Staring out over the pond they sat before, not sure whether or not he wanted to give such details. Perhaps she'd keep it in confidence, maybe? \n\n\"That surprises me, I thought your visits with Bayushi Kaori-sama were regular. Though I suppose they weren't after seeing her condition. Hmm..\" \n\nYuto wasn't sure if it was smart to tell her this, though the paperwork had already been filed at civil hall. Though it was discreet this information wasn't necessarily private, but oh well. \n\n\"There was some legal trouble. Might I be selfish and ask a favor of you? If I go any further, I'd like you to keep this in confidence. That, and I'd like for you to finish tending to Lady Bayushi's injuries. If you don't mind.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana's gaze went downward, staring into her empty cup. Her voice became quieter as she spoke on. \"So it is true, then. I cannot say our visits were regular; that night in the garden was my first time meeting with her. I enjoyed her company, however, as I did yours despite the, um... Awkwardness.\" She chuckled a bit nervously, her gaze remaining downward. She could feel heat rise to her cheeks as she spoke her next question.\n\n\"It, ah... When she left upset that night, that did not have anything to do with why she had gotten into trouble, did it?\"\n\nKana immediately felt a fool for asking the question. On the surface it was absurd. Yet that turtle had stirred such a visceral response and caused such a kerfuffle, she couldn't entirely discount it. She at least needed to know for her own well being if her decision to playfully refer to him as Kame-san had cause ripples which had grown into tsunamis.\n\n\"I do promise that I will keep this between us, Rokugo-sama. As for additional treatment, I will continue if I am given leave to do so by Moshi-sama and whoever's care Bayushi-san remains in.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto had lost all face completely after she spoke, asking such a question. Bursting out into laughter as tears almost flooded his eyes, was she serious!? No, Kana must have been well groomed in the arts of stage comedy. Rolling away for a second, he calmed down and looked at the Magistrate. \n\n\"I admit my love for my pet turtle is strong but to arrest the princess of our clan over it!? I'd be hanged within the same hour as the arrest, I didn't know you were so capable of making one laugh.\" \n\nSitting up once more, he'd have gone to pour Kana and this time himself another cup of tea. Handing it back to her, he took a sip from his own before speaking. It seemed his down mood was being treated. \n\n\"I must say your concern for the princess is moving, and please Moshi-sama, Rokugo-San or simply Yuto will suffice. Being addressed with -sama feels wrong. You do possess a higher status than I.\" \n\nHe scooted away to lean against the tree, crossing his legs as he stared at the water. Not wondering how much to tell her, he was hoping she'd agree to simply treating the princess under the table. Though perhaps it was best, Kaori might snap if she saw a mantis anytime soon. \n\n\"Bayushi-sama is alright. She faces an accusation, but I've been tasked with handling the investigation. With my judgement I feel this will wash over fairly quickly. I would go over details with you, but I'd need to know if you'd be willing to treat her under the table. It's been filed at civil hall but word hasn't gotten out much, I'd like to spare the princess of humiliation.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"N-no! I didn't mean that!\" Kana replied, a blush engulfing her entire head. \"I just mean, well. I had hoped t-that the incident didn't drive any wedges or anger antone...\" She stammered, trying to protest, even as she accepted the cup of tea. She sighed, and took a sip of the tea, grateful the worst that happened was that she was laughed at. \"I am glad I p-provided entertainment at least, Rokugo-san. Though I do think we are of the same status, yes? Both magistrates? Not that I mind less formal terms...\"\n\nShe took another sip, her blush slowly fading as she centred herself. Her face had returned to its usual color by the time Yuto had begun discussing just what had happened. She did raise an eyebrow at his request, though. She didn't want to volunteer any information about what had happened the last time she had let her guard down in such dealings, but she also did not want to outright refuse with no explanation, either.\n\n\"I'm glad you're able to help with your situation, Rokugo-san. However... I am not certain I can work under the table in such a way. It is not that I don't want to help her, quite the opposite! It's simply a matter of I do not with to complicate the situation with my presence, especially if it is a delicate matter as you describe. I am certain Moshi-sama will give leave, if that is of any comfort!\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Seeing her flustered reaction made it worth his while. In truth Yuto didn't take any offense to what she said, he was more humble than most Scorpion. Though there was a moment he paused, waiting for the mantis to catch their breath. Kana came off more genuine and adorable than he initially thought, she truly was related to Moshi Mai. \n\n\"Forgive me I like to tease, I knew what you meant but the thought was funny. You'll find I don't hold grudges or hard feelings towards anyone, I'm a simple man.\" \n\nHe sighed at her denying his request to heal the princess under the table, though he had partially expected such. It was a shame on him for even asking for it, but if she was certain Moshi Mai would approve it, he'd follow her lead. \n\n\"I apologize for asking that request of you then, if you're so certain then I'll follow your lead. I'll be meeting with Moshi Mai-sama at your embassy to receive a statement for the case. If the ambassador sees fit for you to join, we can ask her together in good faith. Would that make it more comfortable for you?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"That is, um... Good to know. Thank you Rokugo-san.\" She bowed her head towards him. \"Thank you as well for humoring my curiosity. Even as I acknowledge that it was rather ridiculous.\"\n\nShe finished her tea as she continued to listen... Only to then almost spit it out. \"M-Moshi-sama needs to give a statement on the case?! She's involved?!\" She looked genuinely shocked, her mouth hanging open slightly as her earrings dangled in the breeze. Suddenly, she felt infinitely more relieved in her decision to seek Mai's permission before continuing any further with Kaori. Fortunes only know what might have happened had she consorted and aided her if her superior was involved in the case somehow...\n\n\"I, um... Yes. Perhaps we should speak to her together than. Two birds with a, um, single arrow as the saying goes! Right!\" She nodded emphatically. \"When would you like to approach her, if I might ask?\"\n\nShe paused a bit before speaking the next bit. \"If I may ask as well, are you doing well, Rokugo-san?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Nodding at her thanks, Yuto was a humorous fellow whenever he wasn't absent of words. Though her reactions afterward were priceless, for what reason did the kami have to create someone this adorable? The Rokugo thought to himself, for a moment he was unable to deter his eyes from the Mantis' gaze. If he gave her all the details of this case Yuto would fear she'd suffer a heart attack! \n\n\"Worry not, I'm confident this will all blow over soon. I'll be meeting her at your embassy tomorrow, of course you're welcome to join. If not I'll ask myself, if you're so confident in Moshi Mai-sama giving leave I won't put such a burden on you.\" \n\nNot wanting to put any more weight on her, he smiled. Though there was a certain curiosity to Kanas next question, asking if he were well? \n\n\"Am I well? You seemed ready to panic just a second ago!\" \n\nThe scorpion chuckled before proceeding. \n\n\"Physically I am well, my struggles are all journeys within the mind. Sometimes the weight of my thoughts is too much to bear, a blessing and a curse it is..\" \n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Well, no! I've been in my share of difficult situations,\" She replied, insistent. \"It's simply that this is yet another rather large revelation.\" She met Yuto's gaze, though somewhat oblivious to the thoughts behind it Firstly that the rumors of Bayushi-san are true, and then to know that the ambassador is involved somehow... While I do not doubt your judgement if you say this is a matter that can be cleared up easily, Perhaps I might even be able to facilitate it, and approach Moshi-sama about the issue before your conversation.\"\n\nShe couldn't deny there was somewhat of a selfish motivation there. She was indeed very curious what had occurred. She was also prepared for the possibility that what had happened might well required *Her* To act. She needed to know exactly what we needed of her from her clan.\n\nHer expression did soften as Yuto spoke of his troubles. She leaned in somewhat, offering a sympathetic look. \"What manner of thoughts are these, Rokugo-san? Is it just concern for Bayushi-san?\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"I must say Moshi-sama, your persistence in putting your hand in this situation is admirable, but also concerning... I take it you and Bayushi Kaori-sama share a very close friendship, otherwise one wouldn't expect you to show such care over this particular matter. While it's not private, I take the delicacy that is this case very seriously.\" \n\nTurning his body to face her, legs still crossed. The magistrate set his tea aside and hunched forward, getting a better look to see her intentions. Something was rather suspicious, even though he couldn't put his finger as to why. \n\n\"Before we explore the madness that is my mind, tell me. What compels you to be involved in such a matter?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"With respect, Rokugo-san, you did ask me to continue to treat Bayushi-san through the matter. I absolutely appreciate the respect you wish to give to her, and your loyalty to your clan is admirable. That said, given her situation, and the fact that my clan is involved, I do think it behooves me to know what the situation is if I am going to continue involvement. It reflects on both myself and my clan.\"\n\nKana met his gaze, making note of the change in the way he looked at her. She sat up a little bit straighter, her muscles a little bit less relaxed. \"The suggestion that we both speak to Moshi-sama was your own, as well. Have you reconsidered?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Keeping a straight face as he stared through the woman, he did so in order to see whether or not she was lying. Regardless if she was or not nothing stated by the mantis wasn't factual, therefore he couldn't shut her out of the situation. His eyes relaxed, an expression once more returning to its bored self like before. Yuto fell back down into the grass, staring up into the sky. \n\n\"Alright I give. You know I'm surprised you came to consult me despite the warrant being placed on her arrest, do you go to civil hall often? Lots of information to be learned there from gossip alone.\" \n\nTaking a deep breath he continued. \n\n\"I don't know, she broke into the mantis embassy but was somehow an invited guest, don't know how that correlates. Uh, I don't know, shared a dinner then tried to kill somebody? ~~must've got her drinking~~ I don't know it'll all be figured out.\"\n\nOne could hear the frustration in the Magistrates voice, this case was an irritating headache filled with different crap to analyze. \n\n\"I'll give you the paperwork later I'm too discombobulated with everything in front of me.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana's eyes widened as she took in the information, pushing aside all worried of Kaori and Yuto. \"*This* Is what Bayushi-san has been accused of?\" Her expression has lost all sense of warmth now. \"Those indeed are serious allegations. I can understand why you wished discretion.\" \n\nShe fought the urge to get up and leave immediately. She had been disgusted that she would show anyone who would treat her clan in a way the kindness that she had. Yet... She closed her eyes a moment, and took a breath. \"Who is she alleged to have attempted to kill? As this surely must be a misunderstanding.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Her change in expression and stance were expected, hence why he hoped to not share too many details. Though it sounded bad, there were loopholes to these accusations, therefore Yuto spoke. \n\n\"You are right to feel the way you do, I would not harbor ill feelings if you did not want to assist Kaori with her injuries after hearing such an allegation. But I would implore you to hear my thesis.\" \n\nSitting back up from his lazy position, he scooted over towards the pond. Taking a rock to skip it across the water as one relied upon the sounds to collect their thoughts. \n\n\"If Kaori had in fact done these things, your Ambassador would have filed an order for the Princesses arrest, or would have at least issued you yes? I had been given the order discreetly at civil hall, with the warrant commissioned by Soshi Junichi-sama. Such accusations come not from the victims of said crime, but a man completely detached.\" \n\nTurning back to her, the Rokugo possessed a soft expression. Hoping she could provide some clarity to the situation. \n\n\"Has the sense in this case evaded me, or is there simply none present to be found? I would value your thoughts.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana listened intently to what Yuto said next. While it stood out to her that he did not give the name of who she was alleged to have made an attempt on the life of, she couldn't deny that there was at least something worth thinking about in what he said. Mai wasn't exactly the type to take such behavior lying down, after all.\n\nThen she heard Junichi's name. She bit her tongue and held herself back from making a face.\n\n\"This is... A great deal to take in, Rokugo-san. Are you suggesting to me that you believe that your own ambassador has attempted to levy false accusations against a clan mate? I want to be absolutely certain I have the meaning of what you suggest.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"I'm not suggesting anything, merely pointing out facts that raise questions. Until I can answer them I cannot make a proper judgement. Seeing that I have trusted you with this information, I hope we can keep our theories between us..\" \n\nGiving her another stern look, this thinking was very dangerous. If they were going to continue, the scorpion needed to be sure the shugenja would keep this information in confidence. He hadn't made a decision on what to do with the current information, but a second opinion would be appreciated. \n\n\"If you were in my position, how would you proceed?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana nodded. \"Of course, Rokugo-san. I understand the need for discretion here, with such a delicate situation, and the stakes being what they are.\" She bowed her head towards him. \n\nShe then considered his next question, and the danger in giving any sort of response to it. Even to refuse to answer it. She needed to choose her next words carefully.\n\n\"What I think, Rokugo-san, is that whatever theory one pursues, they must ensure that they have the truth of the matter in mind before anything else. They must also ensure that they do not bring dishonor to themselves or their clan inadvertantly; when the time comes to make one's case, the evidence must be impeccable, and beyond reproach.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Having her agreed to discretion, a certain wave of relief washed over him. Not wanting anything to spill due to his lack of prudence, therefore he showed appreciation.\n\n\"I thank you for keeping what we've spoken in confidence. It's my intention to get the truth and nothing but.\" \n\nHearing her answer his next question, the two could easily agree on such. Simply nodding his head in response, the scorpion went to pour the two another cup of tea. That was until realizing the pot had been drunk dry! Huffing a breath, his eyes peaked up toward the Mantis. She was a Shugenja wasn't she? \n\n\"You... Wouldn't happen to have a spell that makes tea would you?\" \n\nHe inquired, and if she thought he was joking she'd notice he kept the same look plastered on his face. Yuto didn't know what the limits Shugenja had on their abilities. \n\n\"But anyway! I'll be addressing Moshi Mai-sama for a statement, once I have the truth of what happened I'll be able to deduce the intentions behind such an allegation.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "Kana listened carefully to Yuto, leaning forward a bit. He appeared sincere, that much as certain. She wasn't ready to completely dismiss other possibilities, but it did seem consistent with what the knew of him. She did chuckle a bit at the mention of tea running out, however.\n\n\"Well, I could invoke the water Kami to cause rain to fall in the pot. And I could invoke the fire Kami to allow me to heat it. But I fear you would be better off making a new pot on your own. Conjuring something from nothing is... Not typical, allow me to say.\" \n\n\"When you speak to Moshi-sama... What does she know of what you've told me here?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "An expression of disappointment came over the scorpion, he COULD have made another pot of tea, but that was a lot of walking. Seeing as Yuto wasn't the most energetic today, he decided it best to simply be satisfied with what he had. \n\n\"Seeing as she didn't submit the warrant and my Ambassador did, I suspect he had someone give him information of what transpired. I suspect it to be Moshi-sama who did so, though I can't imagine why. It's likely the truth will be revealed once I speak to her.\" \n\nStanding up the Samurai would collect his daisho, tucking them within his Obi as he grabbed the Haori hanging off the branch in the distance. Afterward the Samurai took the set of cups and teapot, there was much to do.. \n\n\"I've enjoyed your company Moshi Kana-sama, though I must prepare for my visit to your embassy. There isn't much else we can do besides speculate until I'm given the answers. Though I wish to ask once more, would you be willing to tend Kaoris injuries if your Ambassador gives the approval? I'd appreciate your help.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Well... If it has turned out that Bayushi-san made an attempt on the life of another Mantis, then I can see why she would provide such information to Soshi-*Sama*.\" She replied. \"Yet... If Moshi-sama knew about the attempt, and you suggest she invited Bayushi-san as a guest, she would have been will within her rights to have slain her then and there, if she acted as an assassin.\"\n\nKana stood up, starting to pace. She fiddles a bit with her obi as her mind attempted to fit the pieces of the puzzle together. \"There must have been some way for your ambassador to learn what had happened. The answer to that question seems to depend on what Moshi-sama knew about her incursion...\"\n\n\"Ah, but my apologies, Rokugo-san. I appear to be getting somewhat animated. I know you have your meeting approaching, but would you do me the honor of allowing me to meditate for a time here so that I may soothe my nerves?\" She smiled at him. \"I would also be more than happy to continue my therapy with Bayushi-san with Moshi-sama's approval. As I'm sure her approval would not be given if anything untoward occurred.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Now she was thinking like him, finally putting the pieces that didn't fit together. Yuto smiled, it was a good thing to know he wasn't just skeptical or crazy. Taking a breath, he was glad to know she was willing to continue the princesses treatments. Hoping no animosity would come from the accusations, yet he felt Kana was a benevolent woman. \n\n\"You are welcome to Meditate, I assure you there's no better place to do so. Might I join you for a few minutes to clear my head before the meeting? I've never shared a session with a Shugenja, it would be my honor.\" \n\nHe inquired, rather eager to hear the woman's response. There was a certain curiosity, wondering if she had different methods of meditating due to her beliefs. It was a fascinating thought. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "theyarnmonster",
"message": "\"Ah, of course, Rokugo-san! When I meditate, I more try to quietly centre myself in my environment, considering the nature about me, the feel of their air, the rustling of leaves... I try to become more attuned, if that makes sense.\" She sat back down once more, sitting cross legged. \n\n\"Of course, if you have a prayer or method of your own you prefer, I certainly do welcome it. I hope all this talk hasn't made you more anxious for your meeting...\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing her explain the ways of meditation, he listened closely. Setting the tea set down along with his Daisho, the Samurai would join the Shugenja in her session. Yuto didn't spend much time meditating, when he did, it was only on the Bushi virtues. He was a simplistic man who focused on the things in front of him, hence making spellcraft such a foreign concept and impossibility. \n\n\"Nothing meditation won't fix, I believe I'll try it your way. It's different from my usual method, I'm eager to see its effects.\" \n\nHe'd have mimicked Kanas meditation position if she had a specific or special trick, using her words as a guide to connect to the world around him. It must have been a whole other experience when she did it, one capable of invoking the Kamis powers was surely meant to be treated with respect.. \n\nAnd with that Yuto fell asleep. \n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The City of Stories boasted several truly incredible gardens. Those upon Tear Drop Isle were all meticulously maintained to present the continued ideal of paradise for the wealthy to come and play. Daikoku's Garden boasted the largest and most impressive displays of flowers and trees, as befitting a place dedicated to the Fortune of Wealth. However, if one could put aside bias, it could not be denied that the Scorpion Gardens were almost as stunning. \n\nEvery bed was arranged for optimal appeal, from the colors of the flowers growing there to the size of the blooms; all were coordinated so that one flowering area was beginning to bloom while the season for others was passing. Paths were carefully tended, shrubs and topiaries all trimmed into aesthetically pleasing forms. There was even a covered archway for the wisteria, which, when in its full splendor, looked like something from a dream. \n\nOf course, Kotori herself had not yet seen that covered archway, but within a few short weeks she expected to see all of the beautiful purple flowers dripping down like living jewels.\n\nCurrently, the little Scorpion was sitting in her office, making a few notes about things which required attention in the gardens and baths. The sun had set, though with the days gradually becoming longer the last light of day had not faded. She expected Yamori to arrive any moment; she'd wanted to allow him time to settle in, acquaint himself with his quarters before showing him around the gardens. With his interest in gardening, she thought it might be a pleasant way to cap the day for him, to see the beautiful grounds before taking a relaxing soak in the onsen. \n\nShe'd left a small note for him with instructions detailing the easiest and more straightforward path to the office. They could take a more circuitous stroll after he arrived, and hopefully enjoy the peaceful calm of twilight.\n\n||"
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"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "The labyrinth that was the Shosuro palace seemed designed with an intent to personally lead him astray. If it were a living beast, he'd have no doubt it was one far too cunning for him to best.\n\nIn the end, he relied on a heimin to be his guide through that maze. One that had not only bested the beast, but had tamed it. His pride may have been hurt had he known this was not a feature of the palace, but a symptom of redesign and expansion over the course of centuries.\n\nHe was cautious about a meeting with Kotori. Still his first day, who knew what webs each Scorpion was crafting and where he might fall into one. Still, a deep breath easily relaxed him as he stood outside the office; heimin announcing his presence."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Please enter!\" She chirped cheerfully as she climbed to her feet, shaking out her sleeves and kimono as she did. \n\nKotori then made her way quickly to the shogi and slid it open, smiling up at Yamori. \"Good evening, Yogo-san. I am glad you've found your way here. The gardens are expansive.\" She stepped down and into her sandals, giving a nod to the heimin to dismiss him. \n\n\"As you seemed to have an interest in botany, I thought you might appreciate seeing the gardens.\" The little Scorpion took off at a slow, easy pace. Around the garden, workers were busy setting light to wick in the many, many lanterns, all which served to produce a warm but soothing illumination. \"The grounds are more impressive in the daylight hours, but the evening is my favorite time, personally. It is much more serene.\"\n\n\"Do your quarters meet your satisfaction? If there is anything you require, you need only say the word and it will be remedied.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "||I may have misunderstood. Was your office located in the Scorpion Gardens or the Shosuro Palace?\n\nThe Yogo ended his bow, entering the office of the Bayushi. He remained polite as ever, maintaining his attention on her, not even allowing a curious peep at her surroundings. \"Thank you for your hospitality, Bayushi-san,\" He said through a soft smile. \"You have surmised correctly. Outside the fulfilment gained from serving the clan and empire, this was what I had looked forward to the most.\"\n\nHe nodded in agreement at the comment of the evening. \"Life blooms whether bathing under the rays of Lady Sun or the glow of Lord Moon. Flowers are a cheeky thing, most favour one more than the other. I am excited to see those who vye for the attention of Lord Moon.\"\n\nYamori kept an even pace with Kotori, always half a foot behind and on her left. While he did not suspect a trap may spring up on him he had known Scorpion who wished to periodically test the adequacy of their yojimbo. It was a tight rope to walk, but a courtier with a keen eye would notice Yamori attempting to walk upon this balance beam.\n\n\"More than satisfactory. Bayushi Yuto-sama is as kind as he is committed to his duties.\" A few greedy glances were made to different plants and flowers. Even in the evening, it seemed a more impressive garden then any he had ever had the opportunity to witness. For the first time in months he felt a genuine smile form, the mildest joy creeping through his body.\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh good. I am pleased to hear that.\" Kotori smiled up at Yamori upon learning he found his room to be suitable, at least for the time being. It was nice to be able to take a normal, leisurely walk and not have to hurry to keep pace with people so much taller than herself; the Yogo duelist was taller than she, but not absurdly so. \n\n\"We have an impressive variety of night-blooming flowers, from jasmine to moon-flowers to my personal favorite, Queen-of-the-Night.\" She pointed out different species as she took him on a stroll along the paths, greatly enjoying her role of guide for the new Scorpion arrival. \"Do you have any particular favorites, Yogo-san? I would be happy to have clippings brought to your rooms.\" \n\n\"Ah yes, we also have a menagerie. There are a number of bird species, some strange crabs that can leap straight up into the air, a camel, and one creature with an enormously long nose that eats only insects. His name is Gurume—I quite like him. The animals will be in their covered enclosures by this hour, but you should come see them during the day sometime.\" The little Scorpion was not *Quite* Babbling, but she was close. Everything she'd spent the last several weeks learning, she wanted to demonstrate, and all of her explanations were accompanied by a bright, genuine smile. \n\n||"
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"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "\"Impressive seems a statement of humility.\" Yamori had dropped his guard, allowing himself to fully take in the sights around him. \"I've never seen so many moon flowers in bloom, let alone in the same place.\"\n\nSomehow the tales he had heard of the Shosuro gardens had not done the place justice. \"The wisteria as well, the purple flowers coat the archways quite pleasantly. Walking here with you, Bayushi-san, it is hard to believe we are still within Ryoko Owari Toshi. And you say there is a Queen-of-the-Night here? I have always wanted to see on in full bloom. I hope I have not missed the chance this season.\"\n\nHe thought for a moment on her question. That was the first time he had been asked to give his favourite flower. \"One comes to mind. Though I am afraid a request for clippings would be a most unreasonable ask. The flowering of bamboo can sometimes be a once in a century occurrence.\"\n\nYamori had keen ears for every piece of information Katori shared about the flowers and plants. Less so on the animals, creatures that would often expect something from him that he could not even give to other samurai. \"That is remarkable. Such an array of animals, and Gurume you say? I will have to make Gurume-san's acquaintance soon,\" He remarked with a playful seemingly sincere smile."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"This way!\" Kotori smiled again, indicating a side path with a nod of her head. \"The Queen is *Spectacular*.\" She led him through a small tunnel dripping in wisteria, both purple and violet varieties, looking up often at his face. \n\n\"I have never seen bamboo in flower, to be honest. Though, if we had any, I would find a way to get you a cutting. Even if it were only for the last day before the blooms faded on the vine, so to speak, I would bring it to you.\" Passing by one bush of evening prim rose, she reached out a hand and let her fingertips brush across the soft petals. \n\nAfter just a short walk, she came to another carefully tended bed, this one sprinkled throughout with blooms so white, so ethereal, they seemed to glow in the moonlight. The smell was fragrant, almost intoxicating; truly a paradise. \"Aren't they just magnificent?\" \n\n\"Apparently Gurume enjoys having his belly rubbed, like a dog.\" Kotori hid a giggle behind her sleeve. \"I have not pet him, personally, but I have seen it and it's quite a sight to see such a beast rolling about like a puppy. He's much more placid. The camel *Spits*.\" Still behind her sleeve, she wrinkled her nose in distaste. \"And he's rather smelly.\"\n\n\"But, all that aside, I hope that you'll be happy here, Yogo-san. I am glad you have come to the city.\"\n\n ||"
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"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "Her excitement was an infectious thing. It seemed like even the flowers bloomed wider in her presence. There was momentary regret in Yamori that he could not share in that feeling. \"Really, they are in bloom now?\"\n\nThe seeming sincerity in Kotori's words were like honey. \"You are too kind Bayushi-san. Truly, you could teach a Doji, how you-\" \n\nHis compliment was interrupted by the sight of the Queen of the garden.\n\nMagnificent. Truly. The Night Queen held itself with a beauty and dignity that summoned in his mind a vision of Doji herself. But disappointingly, the vision did not touch his heart. He remained as empty as ever, and caught himself calculating how to feign excitement. A tinge of disappointment was mixed into his usual performance, unable to hide himself away at this internal confrontation.\n\n\"It is... Truly splendid. Perhaps this is what it was like, how people described being in the presence of the Kami. Thank you Bayushi Kotori-sama. This sight has been a gift, and I am grateful to receive it in the company of one who truly appreciates the beauty we are surrounded by.\"\n\nHis smile did not reach his eyes, though he did not notice. But when he turned to Kotori to catch her stealing a glance at him (no doubt she was curious to take in Yamori's own experience of the garden) his eyes returned to mimicking the warmth of his smile.\n\n\"Goodness, Gurume sounds like quite the character! I must confess though, I do not know what a *Camel* Is. But I think I would much rather become acquainted with Gurume.\" Yamori let any sense of unease melt away, such feelings never lasted long for the Yogo. Not by design mind you, he just never really knew how to stay bothered with anything. It was especially difficult to on such a beautiful night, in a place of such serenity with someone who was quite lovely company. *A useful ally.*\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"You flatter me, Yogo-san, but I would be lying to say I was not enjoying it.\" She giggled again. \n\nWhile Yamori did smile upon seeing the beautiful flowers, there was something missing in his expression. Kotori did not know what it was exactly, but assumed it was due to his exhaustion from his journey. That seemed plausible, as his words remained as eloquent as before. Surely, that must be it. He was tired, and so while he could appreciate the flora of the garden, he was simply too drained to fully embrace it. This, Kotori could understand. \n\n\"I had never before seen a camel, either. It's something like a rather... Dopey looking horse with enormous two toed feet and a hump upon it's back. Utterly bizarre. When you feel so inclined, I will show you the menagerie upon another day. You're welcomed to visit on your own, of course. You certainly need not wait for me. But let us take you to the baths now, so may actually *Relax*.\" Kotori gestured with one long sleeve back towards the direction they'd come, and resumed her leisurely pace.\n\n\"Was your journey to arrive her a long one, Yogo-san? I know when I arrived, even though I was in a carriage, I was both sore and stir crazy.\" As they walked, Kotori made pleasant conversation, nothing too deep or too thrilling, things that were easy to talk about, information disclosed without giving anything too serious away. Within just a few minutes, the bathhouse came into view. \n\nThe bathhouse was a multi-storied structure made of dark wood with the typical peaked roofs and sloping gables, the roof tiles a color caught between blue and grey. Many windows, while closed, glowed softly, beacons in the night. The smell of sulphur-rich waters permeated the air as they came nearer, though perhaps surprisingly, it did not clash with the scents given off by the wide variety of plants. If anything, the whole area had a very natural smell, earthy but clean, somehow refreshing but warm. \n\n\"We have both interior and exterior pools, rooms for relaxing after taking a soak, shiatsu and massage practitioners... Almost anything a guest could desire to make their visit more pleasant. I, myself, am available to provide music, should a guest so wish it. When you arrived, you were brought round to the side entrance, near to my office. But as you can see, the front edifice is impressive.\"\n\n\"Yogo-san, would you care to use the facilities? You seem tired, and I think you would be pleased by how comfortable our baths can be.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "\"When time permits, I should like to. The creature sounds... Unique.\" He left his response to her offer vague, not wanting to commit but neither outright denying the proposal of a visit together to see the animals. \"My duties will require me to spend considerable time in the Merchants Quarters, that is when I am not being honoured to act as your yojimbo. It is why I am so grateful to see the gardens with you as my guide. In truth, us bushi are rarely given the time to form a friendship with those we are charged to safeguard. Not that it is *Required*, but it is rewarding nonetheless.\"\n\nYamori suspected this response would satisfy Kotori. It was difficult to tell how much of this was her attempting to build rapport or how much of this interaction was sincerely felt by her. Courtiers could often be hard to read like that.\n\n\"The journey was long, but pleasant. Fortune Inari has been quite generous to our lands and it was warming to see this for myself. I am curious how your journey was, what was it like for you the first time you experienced the City of Stories?\" \n\nA bath sounded pleasant, although the heat of the water would likely irritate the scar on his chest. He would need to obtain herbs for that in the near future. But for now, he was not going to refuse and cause offense.\n\n\"The Kami of Earth and Water are both in good spirits here, it seems.\" If Yamori was exhausted, it had not registered in his mind. *A sensible assumption, given my travels. I need to hide it better.*\n\n\"The stroll through the gardens has refilled my cup,\" He smiled. \"Though I agree, I am looking forward to experiencing the Garden Baths.\" He paused for a moment, acting as though he had just remembered something forgotten. Truthfully, he wanted an opportunity to demonstrate to Kotori he was competent as a yojimbo. It was not unheard of for a bushi to be too distracted in fashion and the arts, and neglect the duty of their blade. That concern needed to be laid to rest before there was any opportunity for it to grow.\n\n\"Actually, I had heard there was a dojo in the gardens. Would I be over extending your hospitality to ask to see it? I had intended to practice my form before retiring for the evening.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Unique is a kind word to describe the moody thing.\" So eager was Kotori to befriend this new arrival that she paid no attention to the intentional subtlety of his wording. She was already wondering if he might be amenable to a picnic of sorts some day. Hm... Did he prefer green tea, or black? Onigiri with vegetables, or fish?\n\n\"I, too, am very glad to be able to share this time with you, Yogo-san. I know our duties will keep us busy, but I hope that you will remember I will always welcome your company. And of course, you are *Always* Welcome here. I'm happy to play for you whenever you so wish, as well.\" She smiled up at him again, this expression softer and sweeter than any before. Vulpine eyes were bright in the moonlight, bright and beautiful. \n\n\"I will seek to impose upon your other responsibilities as little as possible, Yogo-san. The Merchant's Quarter is indeed vast and complex in more ways than the mere winding streets.\"\n\n\"As to the dojo, yes of course! We shall pass by my favorite place within the gardens along the way. This place is as much your home now as it is mine, Yogo-san. I hope that you feel welcome here.\" \n\nShe turned away from the bathhouse then, nodding towards yet another among the seemingly infinite paths. \"I am wholly ignorant in the ways of *Bushido*. Would it be an imposition if I asked to observe your practice?\" \n\n\"As to my arrival in the City of Stories...\" She trailed off for a moment, considering. \"I was raised in a very sheltered environment. In fact, while my conditions were more than comfortable, my movements were restricted. Proper enough for a ward of a noble family, I suppose, but even so.\" Kotori lowered her eyes to hide the complicated expression therein. Shame? Sorrow? It was hard to tell. \"I have been enjoying every day here.\"\n\n\"I finally feel like I am *Living.*\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "The Yogo's eyes reached Kotori's for just a moment, smiling back at her. He took the moment to study her expression. Something he would like to practice in the mirror later. \n\n*That disarming friendliness would be useful, if I can ever work out how to master it.* His gaze broke from hers before the situation could feel too improper. \n\n*She rips off layers of stringent formalities, leaving little room to escape her web of affection one would expect from a sibling or a lover. Dangerous.*\n\n\"I feel very welcomed here, Bayushi-san. As for observance of my training, I would be delighted in your interest. However, I am hardly an expert in bushido. Though not for lack of trying!\" Yamori chuckled, if only to maintain his performance of a friendly yojimbo. \"What I can say is that you are abundant in *Rei* And *Makoto*. Some know bushido through scripture. Others know it through action.\"\n\nYamori hoped this response would shift the conversation to a more intellectual one. Though his words carried no dishonesty. \n\nThere was not much chance that Yamori would know where he was going without a guide, and so he followed along the path Kotori created. He found Kotori's dropped eyes a welcomed temporary escape from her warmth. But could not help share his musings of how he viewed her.\n\nYamori did not understand what Kotori meant. How does one feel alive? Typically when people talk about feelings, they expect some kind of understanding. Analogies are often a safe bet. He just needed to sound like he understood, and give enough room for interpretation of his words as cover.\n\n\"It is like bamboo. A single bamboo can grow healthy. But the environment can be unforgiving and restrictive. Without a forest, it can still survive even without the necessary shade or foliage. But once it is in a forest, bamboo trees cast bountiful shade to the ground; leaves trapping moisture in the dirt and maintaining healthy soil. Now the bamboo can live.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I am so pleased you feel welcome, Yogo-san. It is important to me, not merely as part of my duties but on a personal level, that every one of us feels valued and honored.\"\n\nShe hid a laugh behind her sleeve when the bushi poked a bit of fun at himself, taking his humor to mean he was becoming more comfortable in her presence. \"You should not sell yourself short, Yogo-san. I believe we should never think we have mastered all there is, but I also believe acknowledging one's accomplishments is important.\" She flashed a quick smile at him, enjoying a moment of companionable silence as they walked. \n\nAs Yamori spoke while they walked, Kotori listened attentively. An analogy about bamboo. How... Insightful? In her heart of hearts, the little Scorpion was not entirely sure she grasped his meaning. She thought she did, but waxing philosophical had never been her strong suit. \n\nBamboo *Can* Grow on its own, true, but was that common? Did bamboo often grow in single, lone stalks? Did too much bamboo sap the soil of nutrients, thus creating weaker plants overall? She found herself wishing she knew more about botany then. \n\n\"I will ruminate on your words, Yogo-san, for they contain both poetry and wisdom.\" \n\nTo their right, a small pavilion stood like a gateway to some other realm. The white stone from which it was constructed nearly glowed in the moonlight while the red tiles of the peaked roof shone like wet blood. \n\n\"That is perhaps my most favorite place in the entirety of the castle grounds.\" She nodded towards the structure. \"If ever you cannot find me at the baths or palace, it is likely I am here.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "Each compliment and kind word given was returned with a sweet smile. The politeness was predictable. Yamori enjoyed the shared silence, though he exchanged no looks with Kotori in those moments. Truthfully, even if he did not like flora, he would be using feigned interest to escape the meeting of their eyes.\n\n*If kindness could kill, this Bayushi would turn the whole city into a graveyard within the year.*\n\n\"You truly are the perfect guide, revealing every wonderous surprise the garden offers. What a peaceful spot. Ideal in rainy weather no doubt. I could see this as the perfect place for a tea ceremony, if one were to dance on the edge of *Untraditional*.\" \n\n*This is likely where the courtier would commit seppuku if the need arose. That would be a beautiful end. I wonder what she would choose as her final meal.*\n\n\"It is incredible how a lively stroll in such a beautiful place can revive the appetite. The tea treats you prepared were delicious. Do you have a favourite food?\" Yamori's face conveyed the innocence of a child.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"You flatter me, Yogo-san. Though I cannot say I mind.\" She suppressed another soft laugh behind her sleeve. \n\"Indeed, that pavilion is quiet peaceful. I enjoy composing there in the evenings, when I have the time.\" \n\nKotori paused for a moment to again regard the small structure, tilting her head slightly in consideration. \"I suppose the *Ryurei* Form would be most appropriate, were one to conduct a tea ceremony there. What a lovely sight that would be.\"\n\nWhen it seemed Yamori had viewed his fill, she resumed their walk; the peaks of the dojo were coming into view, a few lanterns lighting the way. \n\nHis next question took her entirely by surprise, and she again looked up at his face. \"My favorite food? From whence came that question?\" She laughed openly, even as she considered her response. Did she even *Have* A favorite food? Very little care had ever been shown to her preferences. She knew which foods she preferred less than others, but which did she prefer more? \n\n\"I suppose, if I had to pick, it would be curry rice. But, to be perfectly honest, Yogo-san, no one has ever asked me that before.\" \n\nGiving it a bit more thought, food had only recently become something in which she could find pleasure. Eating alone seldom fostered intense feelings.\n\n\"What about yourself? Do you have a particular favorite dish?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "The soft laugh was returned at barely a whisper, though without a fan to hide behind. When someone laughs it is good practice to laugh with them, unless the laughter is at ones expense.\n\n\"A wise choice, it seems you know your *Cha no yu*. To be expected of one so refined.\" Hardly a compliment, it was likely downplaying the truth. She was a polished courtier in Yamori's eyes.\n\n\"Curry rice? An interesting choice. As for mine...\" He paused, his footsteps seeming more pronounced in the silence. *Of course she would return the question. It would be too obvious if I stole her answer. Matcha would be too predictable, besides I care little for the tea; it's the ceremony that protects me. Fish? She might make me eat it next time. Lying is bothersome, but the truth will make me appear indecisive... Unless I can create intrigue.*\n\n\"This I will leave you to discover. If you are not afraid of a challenge.\" A playful chuckle escaped his lips, though Yamori was quite unimpressed with himself at this moment.\n\n\"Oh, I think I see the dojo.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"While I have been taught the proper form, I confess that I only know the basics, Yogo-san. Though you have encouraged me to practice!\" She responded cheerfully at his compliment—not about being refined, but about ryurei. He'd probably met no end of courtiers masterful at the art of tea ceremony, and she resolved that she would someday make that list. But it would require practice, and dedication, not a mere singular showing of an elegant pouring and offering. \n\nYamori had something about him that made it feel like he could look into one's very thoughts, seeing through the masks both literal and metaphorical. She didn't know what it was that made her feel that way nor could she have explained it if pressed, but that was how she *Felt*. His approval of her mattered to Kotori. Again, she knew not why, but it did.\n\n\"It depends on the challenge, but I think this is one I shall be glad to accept.\" Her smile returned when he laughed. It was a pleasant sound.\n\n\"Ah, yes! We've arrived.\" She led him around one final curve in the pathway, the dojo coming into view. Lights from within gave the shoji screens a warm glow in the night. \"And it appears there are others here. Let us see who it is!\" \n\nAnd up the few stairs she went.\n\n||"
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"message": "Once again in search of a quiet moment after the duties of her day were completed, Kita found herself drawn back to the Scorpion Gardens. The tranquility there had been captivating on her initial visit and she was glad for an opportunity to return. \n\nShe looked a little more worn than usual today. After reassessing the library's collection she had decided to move some of the more sensitive volumes to a new; more secure location nearer to her desk. She was no stranger to the physical labor, but she could still feel the ache in her arms from the work. A hot bath would be just the thing. \n\nShe made her way languidly through the gardens, enjoying the late afternoon sun lighting the display of finery around her. Several of the animals in the zoo were calling to one another. Some day she might visit there as well, but not today. Arriving at the bathhouse she was greeted by an attendant who showed her inside.\n\n ||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The attendant, a nondescript young woman barely out of girlhood guided Kita to one of the changing rooms and stood at the ready to assist the scholar in undressing, should it be requested, and then the redressing in a bathing robe. The girl made sure the Asako's clothing was neatly folded and stowed in a willow rush basket; after such necessary tasks finished, she guided the visitor to the bathing area. \n\nKotori, for her part, was making her usual rounds. After heeding the advice of a friend, she'd left the overseeing of more mundane operations to trusted heimin, and instead focused herself on seeing that all guest needs were being met. Whether they requested scented oils or tea or music or a shiatsu treatment, every person who patronized the baths would be treated as an honored guest. \n\nShe rounded the corner just in time to see the curtain leading to the women's bath flapping 'shut'. A new arrival! \n\nThe little Scorpion decided to wait until the woman in question had bathed and entered the pools before making her presence known; most people were not overly keen on a stranger walking in while they were taking care of some of their most intimate ablutions. Instead, she took another way around to the onsen, taking a seat in her favorite pavilion. Today, she had a shamisen with her, and began to play a few warm up exercises. \n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita allowed the attendant to assist, settling into the calm atmosphere and slow place the bathhouse afforded. It had been some time since she had taken the time to afford herself such luxury; certainly before the months she had spent here in the city. She could faintly hear music starting from beyond. Music wasn't her own forte, but she did admire the skill. Having completed her preparations in the bath, she exited to the pools, looking around as she did to identify the musician, if they were visible.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "While Kita bathed, another attendance had silently slipped to Kotori and announced that the newest visitor seemed to be of the Phoenix clan. The little Scorpion nodded and continued to play; it was always a benefit to know who had come.\n\nShe sat in the small pavilion, head bowed as she played to allow guests reasonable privacy while they entered the onsen. She waited until Kita had entered the pools before addressing her, keeping her tone bright and cheerful. \"Greetings to you, Phoenix-sama, and welcome. I hope the Fortunes find you well this early evening.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Appreciative of the relaxing atmosphere and the heat of the onsen, Kita settled into the pool. She had noticed the musician in the pavilion nearby. It appeared to be the other scorpion that had been present at the dojo previously. She responded pleasantly to her greeting when the song had come to an end.\n\n\"Thank you for the welcome, Scorpion-sama. I am Asako Kita. I am very well this evening, and wish the same to you. I am only regretful that it took me so long to make my way here to this lovely\nPlace.\"\nShe nodded towards the shamisen Kotori held, \"The music is a very nice addition, you are quite skilled.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Does not the saying go 'better late than never at all?'\" Kotori smiled brightly at Kita. \"I hope that you enjoy your visit, and make returning a pleasant habit.\"\n\n\"And many thanks for your kind words, Asako-sama. I am still very much a student, but your kindness delights me all lthe same. This humble one is Bayushi Kotori.\" She began another song, playing softly so as not to interrupt their conversation. She chose something slow, melodic, and relaxing. \n\n\"Would you care for any refreshments? Tea, perhaps? Sake?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita smiled in return, leaning back and swirling her hands slowly through the water. \n\n\"It is a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance Bayushi-sama. And please, -san is sufficient. I believe we were both present at Jotomon's for the duels, but I had only just caught your name that day. It was quite the exciting display.\"\n\nShe watched the other woman's skillful fingers play across the strings, sending the soft background of melody into the air. After a moment's considered, she accepted the offered refreshments, \n\n\"My thanks, Some sake would not be amiss.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Then we shall both be -san, yes?\" Kotori laughed softly, merrily. The invitation of familiarity always delighted her. \n\n\"That's right! We did encounter each other there! I must confess, those matches had my heart in my throat. I was so worried that someone might end up actually harmed.\" She leaned off to one side and murmured to an unseen servant, never stopping her song. \"It is wonderful to again make your acquaintance.\"\n\nScarcely a minute passed before a stealthy attendant appeared with a tray and sake carafe, approaching the edge of the pool near Kita. The servant smiled as she knelt down and poured the Phoenix a cup, bowing before backing away. \n\n\"Should you think of anything else that would make your visit more enjoyable, please say the word.\"\n\n\"How long have you been in the city, Asako-san?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita nodded in thanks as the sake arrived, and took a slow sip, savoring the notes of the flavor. She did some quick mental calculations.\n\n\"It seems that it's been much longer, but it's only been a few months. I've been trying to get settled in, feel more at home, and acclimate here.\"\n\nAt this she smiled to herself, acclimate indeed. Who would have believed last winter that she'd be sitting in a Scorpion bathhouse in the City of Lies. She turned back to the little Scorpion sitting nearby. \n\n\"What about you, Bayushi-san? Do you hail from here in Ryoko Owari Toshi?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I arrived in early Spring. This city has a way of toying with one's mind, I think. Not only do streets seem to turn back on themselves, but even time seems to pass differently.\" \n\nThe little Scorpion laughed cheerfully, clearly making a jest. Of course, the city *Did* Have its peculiarities, especially the Shosuro Palace. But that mattered none at all right now. \n\n\"I am excited to see the gardens in full bloom. Those flowers already budding are beautiful enough, but in the next few weeks I expect most will blossom.\" \n\n\"Do you have any particular favorites flowers, Asako-san?\" \n\nHow nice this was, to engage in pleasant conversation with another woman.\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"So another newcomer like me! Welcome to our fair city, Bayushi-san.\"\nKita announced with a flourish of her free hand, laughing in turn, basking in the warmth of the bath and the sake. While still audible, she lowered her voice, \n\"It does seem to make one's head turn sometimes doesn't it. I had wondered if it was just me. I've been making an effort to learn my way around. Some days are better than others.\"\n\nShe smiled at Kotori, glad for the conversation.\n\"The gardens are lovely. I'm glad to have gotten over my nerves to come inside and see myself. Of course we have our own little plot at the Phoenix, but it cannot rival the scale and beauty here. My favorite are the jasmine. They remind me of the little bunches of them that my mother grew outside our door when I was young. The smell always takes me back.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh, it is definitely not just you! I think I passed the same fruit vendor three times in one day, yet all at different locations.\" She laughed again at her own foolishness. Thank the Fortunes Ryogo had been with her! \"I too am making efforts to learn my way about, though I am uncertain as to whether I've had much success.\"\n\n\"I am so delighted that you have come. Arriving late is better than not al all.\" She finished another song with a little improvised flourish, then resting the shamisen across her knees. \"I have not yet had the opportunity to visit the Phoenix embassy yet, but I am certain it is a place of refinement and beauty.\"\n\n\"Oh, jasmine *Is* Lovely, especially the night-blooming variety. It always makes me think of summer and fireflies.\" \n\n||"
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"message": "Kita gave an understanding smile, nodding with Kotori's observation. She chuckled, \"I'm sure it will improve with time. It has to, right? What places have you had the opportunity to visit? Any of particular interest that I should check out?\"\n\nShe took another sip from the nearby cup and stretched her neck, rolling loose some tension as the hot water worked its magic. Looking back up to the beautiful Scorpion adorning the small pavilion, it occurred to Kita that she looked like she belonged here among the blooms. She managed to edit the thought before it was uttered, the sake not having worked quite that quickly, and not wanting to embarrass herself.\n\n\"The Phoenix Embassy here is elegant, in its own austere way. I am glad to call it home now. And you? The gardens here seem like a place you feel quite at home. Do you spend much time here?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Let us see... I have visited the music store, what was it? Ah, the Cat's Fiddle! Lovely place, and the owner was quite knowledgeable! I also happened upon this most wondrous little eatery called Morioka Miruku. Have you ever been there?\" Upon reflection, perhaps she'd not been to as many places as it seemed. Then again, she'd oftened wandered with no real destination. It was hard to find where one was going when they didn't actually know where that was. \n\nShe watched as Kita rolled her head, knowing that sensation and movement well from when she'd spent too long hunched over her compositions. \"Forgive me for overstepping, Asako-san, but you seem tense. After the bath, perhaps you would care for a shiatsu treatment, or a massage? A fine way to end your visit here, I dare say, and sure to guarantee you an excellent night's rest.\"\n\n\"As for beauty, austerity may have its own appeal and attractions.\" She smiled again, plucking a note absently on her shamisen. \"I do spend a great deal of time here. I have been recently installed here as the overseer of the baths. For all the chaos that comes in a such a large city, I find the peace of the garden a great source of solace.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Settling back into the onsen, Kita gave a half shrug and bob of the head, \"All the more reason I'm here, I could maybe be talked into a massage as well, we will see.\"\n\nHer eyebrows knit for a moment in thought, trying to remember if she had seen either of the locations Kotori mentioned.\n\n\"I did not know there was a music store. Although that's not something I have been looking for either,\" She added with a laugh. \n\"I can admire a beautiful tune, but I am no musician. Morioka Miriku? I will have to try that one myself. Anything particular I should look to try there?\"\n\n\"I've been to a few of the eateries and tea house, actually with a few of your Scorpion clansmen. And Silkworm's Whispers bookstore is a personal favorite so far. It seems there is so much more of the city to explore though.\"\n\nShe perked up at when Kotori mentioned role as overseer of the baths. \"Overseer here? Thats wonderful! It is a very calming place. How has it been treating you so far?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"You need only say the word.\" Kotori smiled again. She gave a shake of her hand and stretched her fingers, before propping the shamisen up on her lap again. \n\n\"Morioka Miruku was truly amazing! First, when you enter, you actually must go down a flight of stairs to a sub-level, and it was quite cold down there. But the signature dish is something called 'aisu'. It's sweet and cold and...\" She rolled her hand at the wrist, trying to think of the best way to describe the treat. \"I believe it is a dessert of foreign origin, but I have never had anything quite so divine. Perhaps you and I might go together some afternoon?\"\n\n\"I have yet to visit the Silkworm's Whispers, though I very much want to. I am told they have all manner of interesting books, if only one looks.\" She began to play a soft, relaxing song, keeping her attention focused on Kita as she spoke. \"May I inquire which of my clansmen you have encountered? I recently had the honor of meeting your Karo, Asako Sanumo-sama.\"\n\n\"As to the gardens, I am very happy here. It a calm oasis among all the chaos of this city.\"\n\n||"
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"message": "With a glance at Kotori's hand, Kita narrowed her eyes briefly and turned to address the other woman earnestly. \n\"As much as I am enjoying your playing, the silence is just as relaxing if you prefer?\"\nShe didn't want to draw attention to if there was some kind of weakness or injury, but also didn't want her to feel obligated to continue.\n\n\"Aisu, I will have to remember that for next time I go in that direction. Or yes! I would love to go together sometime.\"\n\n\"So you've met Asako Sanumo-sama. He's been very helpful in getting me settled into my role here and to feel like I belong. I am grateful for him.\"\n\nShe gave a chuckle thinking back to the memorable encounters she'd had so far with the other scorpion, and a brief shake of her head, \n\"Bayushi Tomura I've run across a few times now. He seemed quite the fan of the book store also. It sounded like his personal collection was quite extensive.\"\n\nAt that Kita's cheeks turned a slightly rosier shade, possibly remembering her personal addition, although it may have just been the heat of the water.\n\n\"Also Shosuro Satoshi and Shosuro Kaze. I saw Bayushi Yuto, the magistrate I believe? At the dueling matches, but we haven't officially met. Speaking of, I don't know that I've ever seen anything quite like that second match. Other than maybe two children wrestling.\"\n\nShe gave a merry laugh remembering the *Bonk* On the head that finished the bout. She managed to suppress her amusement back into a solemn expression for the moment.\n\n\"Not that they aren't very skilled and serious samurai.\"\n\n||"
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"message": "\"Whatever Asako-san wishes. I am unused to holding a plectrum for an extended period.\" She smiled and brought her song to an early end, again resting her instrument across her lap.\n\n\"We shall have to make an engagement to go get aisu together then! It will be nice to have company. When I went before, I met a lovely Crane there. Let me see...\" She tapped a finger against her chin as she mentally ran through a list of names. \"Ah, yes! Kakita Kiyoko. She, too, seems to favor the place.\"\n\n\"Asako-sama was very pleasant. He said he plans to visit the baths sometime, and I do hope he does. He, much like you, seemed that he could do with a bit of relaxation now and again.\"\n\nWhen Kita mentioned Tomura, Kotori bit back a smile. She had seen his collection, albeit in a somewhat inebriated state and, well... It certainly *Was* Extensive. But perhaps not something to discuss with polite company. It also reminded her she needed to return the volume he had loaned her.\n\n\"Bayushi Tomura-san is certainly a great lover of books. I really must visit that store and peruse their offerings. I would like to acquire a new pill—poetry book.\" Oops, she almost let *That* Slip. Even though pillow books were incredibly popular, it was still frowned upon for samurai to indulge. She cleared her throat lightly, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear. \n\n\"You know, I was beginning to think Shosuro Satoshi-san was a ghost! I've yet to meet him, despite being in the city now for months.\" Another pleasant laugh. \"Shosuro Kaze... I...He is a very serious man, it seems. I've not had the opportunity to speak with him in any great detail.\" \n\n*I also don't think he likes me* Was a thought she did not share. \n\n\"Rokugo-sama, yes. He is a good man. I would be honored to introduce you, should the occasion arise.\" \n\nKotori looked intently at Kita when the shugenja laughed, smiling again. \"You have a wonderful laugh, Asako-san. You should let it ring freely.\" She herself giggled softly. \"But, yes, of course. *Very* Serious samurai.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"If you are a lover of poetry, you must come by the library some time and I can loan you some of my books. I haven't sent for them all, but I did bring some of them with me, and several more are in the collection there at the Embassy.\" Kita insisted. \"I am always happy to share.\"\n\nShe inclined her head at the compliment, \"Forgive me for being improper, you flatter me. I am very much enjoying visiting with you.\"\n\n\"I haven't met any of the Crane just yet, although I have it on my *List*.\"\nThe way it was stated either might sound very threatening or quite organized, depending on how the listener wanted to perceive it.\n\"I have, however, had a chance to visit with a few Unicorn. Shinjo Shumire-san, and the shugenja-swordsman himself, Utaku Takeda-san. We had a nice stroll in Daikoku's Garden just the other evening. He is a very well spoken young man.\"\n\n||"
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"message": "\"I would like that very much!\" Kotori beamed at the offer of a book loan, inwardly exhaling a dozen sighs that she hadn't been caught out almost admitting her love of pillow books. \"I greatly enjoy the way poetry and folk music often overlaps.\"\n\n\"And Asako-san, I speak no flattery. Only truth. Some laughs have a musical quality to them, and yours is such a one.\" She giggled again. \"Some people sound a bit like braying donkeys, unfortunate as it is for them.\"\n\n\"Ah, the *List*. Don't we all have a list.\" She laughed again, good-natured and without mockery. \"You have reminded me that I should also work towards making progress upon my list.\" \n\n\"Oh, I too have met Shinjo Sumire-sama! She very kindly showed me around the bazaar. I think I might have been lost there for a week without her assistance.\" When Takeda's name came up, she blushed faintly and smiled, though there was a whisper of melancholy there. \n\n\"Utaku Takeda-san is a very kind man.\" She did not wish to say too much, the ache in her heart still fresh. She especially did not want to admit she might have experienced just the tiniest pang of jealousy... Kita was a beautiful woman, and Takeda was a handsome man. Best to change the subject from the Unicorn.\n\n\"The Lion are filled with an array of interesting characters. Matsu Rin, in example, who delivered the finishing, ah, blow in that second match.\" \n\n||"
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"message": "\"Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not the only one with such a list in mind.\" Kita gave another genuine laugh. \"It's been primarily work-related, but it's also been more eye-opening than I would have anticipated, meeting all those from different clans.\" Watching Kotori's reaction, however faint, and the mention of Takeda caught her attention, her eyebrow raised slightly before she regulated her expression again. A mental note made, although Kotori seemed keen to continue on to other subjects. \n\n\"I have yet to venture out to the bazaar. Even with Courtesy being expected and the meetings I've had so far seeming to go well enough, I suppose I've still been a little hesitant to wander freely there.\"\n\nMatsu Rin-san seems...\" Kita searched for the word to use. \"Unique, for what I know of Lion. But I look forward to encountering her again. Maybe seeing what other surprises she has.\"\n\nKita's expression grew somewhat thoughtful at the mention of overlap of songs and poetry. \"I have noticed that as well, music and poetry share certain similarities, the rhythm of the words. Do you write songs of your own? Or play those of others?\"\n\n||"
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"message": "\"Oh, certainly not! I think everyone has a list of some variety.\" She laughed with Kita, enjoying the sound. \n\n\"The bazaar was wondrous! There was an acrobatic troupe the day I visited—one of the men almost seemed to breathe *Fire!* And the way they could leap into the air.\" Kotori exhaled a soft sigh of appreciation. \"They were marvelous.\n\n\"There were so many different things to see. Books and carpets and these charming little silk slippers from the West and a huge variety of plants and herbs. I *Do* Hope you have the opportunity to go at some time, Asako-san.\"\n\n\"Many of the Lion seem quite different from what I was expecting. My tutors always told me that the Lion—especially the Matsu—were devoid of any feelings aside from rage. I am very pleased that is not the case, not among those I have met thus far.\"\n\nWhen the subject turned to music, the little Scorpion beamed at her guest. \"I play both my own compositions and those of others. Depending on my audience and the occasion, one may be better suited than the other. If it's a more joyful celebration, I tend to play more familiar songs, as I find that is what people often prefer to hear. But composing... There is something incredible about it, when you are finally able to manifest your ideas...\" She laughed at herself, perhaps a little derisively. \"I wonder if parents feel that way about their children.\" \n\n||"
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"message": "Kita nodded, taking in the description of the bazaar with interest. She would have to explore there some day. \n\n\"Yes, I certainly agree with your assessment of the Lion here. It is curious, but seems to be to our benefit regardless. It is easier to maintain peace with those that are willing to talk. Those that are intent to find conflict most certainly always will.\"\n\nKotori had her full attention as she spoke of her music. It was enjoyable to listen to someone speak about something they loved. Kita could see it showing in her face as she shared.\n\"How lovely that you write your own as well as knowing the traditional pieces. Seeing something come together that is your own creation has a certain reward to it, doesn't it? If that's what parenting is like, I would not be opposed. Although a written creation is likely somewhat less messier.\""
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"message": "\"Messier, and louder,\" Kotori could not help but giggle. \"Sometime, I would be honored to play for you! I would be very interested to know what someone inclined towards poetry feels when they hear what I have written.\"\n\n\"But tell me, what are *You* Passionate about, Asako-san? Surely there is something that an insightful woman such as you devotes herself to pursuing.\" Any momentary pang of worry or jealousy was by now forgotten; Kita's company was simply too enjoyable to let a cloud of negativity linger for long. \n\nRising from her seat, she set her instrument aside and descended down from the little pavilion. There was a low stone bench not far from the bathing pool, and it was here she again settled herself. \"I hope that my moving closer does not trouble you. I'm having such a lovely time conversing with you I thought to save both our voices.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"It does not bother me in the least. If you weren't attending to your duties, I would invite you to join me properly. And if I am keeping you from them, just say the word.\" Kita swirled the water in little whirlpools in front of her as the little Scorpion took her seat closer. \n\n\"I would love to hear you play more some time. Perhaps I'll bring a few of my poems and we will make it a meeting of the creative minds.\" She smiled at the thought and at Kotori's question. Able to speak in a lower tone now, more the volume of a normal conversation, she continued,\n\"I do enjoy my poetry, both the reading and writing, but my true interests lie more in history; major events, military actions, the like. I've been doing a little writing myself since I've arrived here, documenting my own experiences for posterity. 'Truth can never be lost, only forgotten'.\"\n\nShe had closed her eyes as she recited, then fixed Kotori with an impish glance.\n\"Although I'll admit, not all of the texts I read are of a *Purely* Historical nature.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Seeing that my guests are comfortable is a part of my duties, and if that means helping to entertain you, I am very much engaging in said duty.\" Kotori grinned at the Phoenix; Kita was even prettier than she'd initially realized, now that she was sitting closer. Her eyes roamed the other woman's face and shoulders as an artist might study a subject of particularly attesting beauty. There was nothing lascivious in her gaze, merely admiration.\n\n\"We shall have to make an event of that, too!\" She clapped once in her delight. \n\n\"I see! You're a scholar. That is a most noble calling.\" Though no one in the Empire needed her approval, Kotori nodded all the same. When Kita flashed that cheeky smile, the little Scorpion giggled behind her sleeve.\n\n\"Oh? Perhaps texts like *Lady Sasaki's Midnight Tales*? Or maybe *The Passions of Gennosuke?*\" She named two pillowbooks she herself had read, giggling again. \"We may have much more in common that I realized!\"\n\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita noticed the study the Scorpion focused her way, but appeared unconcerned with the attention. Her host had done her job in seeing her comfortable or the sake had worn away any worry, or both. She returned the glance in a more cursory manner, finding the admiration\nMutual, until she was distracted by Kotori's proclamation.\n\n\"Scholar, yes, but I suppose I should elaborate, I am the curator at the Phoenix Embassy library here in Ryoko Owari Toshi. Although I can't have been assigned there much longer than you've been here. Ive been quite occupied with becoming familiar with the collection and setting it to rights.\"\n\nShe leaned forward conspiratorially, lowering her voice in a theatrical manner, \"Even libraries find a purpose in such volumes, most all stories have some root in the truth, and have something to teach us about ourselves, even if it's that we can be easily amused by a passionate tale.\"\nHer smile grew wider, \"Midnight Tales is one of my favorites when I am in need of some lighter reading.\"\n\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh, my! That sounds like a monumental undertaking!\" Her admiration of Kita was blatant when the lovely Phoenix revealed she was not merely a scholar but the curator of what may well be the finest library in the entire city.\n\n\"I cannot even imagine how time consuming that must be. It is no wonder you needed to relax!\" Kotori smiled, spreading her hands wide to indicate the onsen. \n\nWhen Kita leaned into the theatrics, Kotori was quick to giggle. \"I see you are *True* Woman of culture.\" She leaned back slightly on the seat, stretching her legs out in front of her. Something a child would do, not a stuffy courtier. She even kicked her feet just a little, flexing and bending, before tucking them back beneath the bench. \n\n\"Goodness, I didn't realize how nice it would be to be able to admit to someone that I enjoy such works. I know such works are not considered 'proper' but it does make for a nice escape. Have you read \"*Confessions of a Courtesan\"*? I have not found a copy yet but have heard it's quite... Exhilarating.\" She gave Kita a knowing wink.\n\n||"
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"message": "Kita made a dismissive gesture, but some pride was evident in her expression. \"The task is not so difficult when it is enjoyable. I only hope to do it justice through my service there.\"\n\nShe stretched back against the side of the onsen, draping her arms along the edge. Her expression turned somewhat more thoughtful. \n\"It may not be 'proper' but I do wonder if they would be quite so popular if they weren't. I'm glad to be able to ease your mind in that regard Bayushi-san.\"\nThe easy smile returned to her face and she cocked her head to the side a bit at the question.\n\"I will admit I am not familiar with *Confessions of a Courtesan*. I will have to keep watch for a copy, as a special request for an undisclosed friend, of course.\""
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"message": "\"I am sure the library and archives are better places for your management, Asako-san.\" \n\nShe propped her elbows onto her knees, dropping her chin into her hands. Hardly a dignified pose, but she didn't care. It had been a long day, and this was nice, just being able to chat. She continued to smile. Smiling was so easy when one was genuinely happy.\n\n\"You are no doubt correct about their popularity. We all need escapes, don't we? And you should read *Confessions of a Courtesan*, should it happen to make its way to your hands. You know, for archival purposes.\" She grinned playfully. \n\n\"With summer coming, we will definitely have to make a date of trying *Aisu* Together. You know they make a flavor called 'mint choco'chip?' It was a strange green color with dark pieces that looked either like tiny rocks or little bits of bark. My yojimbo says it is absolutely delicious though. Can you imagine?\"\n\n||"
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"message": "Kita couldn't help a giggle as the little scorpion continued to make herself more and more comfortable. It had been a long time since she had had an enjoyable girl-talk such as this had turned out to be. \n\nFor now she made a show of sitting up straight and sticking out her chin. Speaking in a right proper tone she responded,\n\"I'm sure I'll be making some acquisitions of new books in the future, Bayushi-san. I will see what I can do about your request.\"\n\nAisu brought up again, she knit her eyebrows together, trying to make sense of the words Kotori spoke. \n\"Mint I know, and that it's edible. But Choco'chip that tastes like rocks? I may pass on that. Do they have others?\"\n\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I don't think it *Tastes* Like rocks, only that it *Looks* Like rocks.\" Another giggle, chin still propped in her hands.\"\n\n\"I had a flavor called vanilla, but there was also matcha flavor, and one with red beans. But tell me, what are some other things you enjoy, Asako-san? You mentioned both reading and poetry. Do you like theatre, by chance? Ikebana? Origami?\" Kotori prattled off a list of options and questions both, eager to know more. She seemed to realize how rudely her questions could be perceived, so she straightened up then.\n\n\"We seem to have much in common. Please forgive me if I am... Perhaps overly enthused.\" \n\n||"
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"message": "She was unconvinced, not that it mattered, but if Kotori enjoyed it, it may be worth a try, and besides, the others would be an option. As the weather continued to warm, it sounded like a refreshing outing to come. \n\n\"Very well, I'll take your word for it until we have a chance to plan our visit.\"\n\nKita's expression returned to a relaxed smile that became quite amused as Kotori's excitement got the better of her.\n\"Please, don't apologize. There is no need. I find myself prattling on very much the same way when I get excited about something.\"\n\n\"I do enjoy the theater, and hear there are some talented presentations here. And I haven't had much call for it before; but my position here seems to call for some shopping here and there, and I have found those errands pleasant. I appreciate flowers, but have no knack for the arrangements.\"\n\nShe shrugged a little at this, showing little concern for the lack.\n\n\"Now origami? I have mixed feelings. I can do the basic pieces, I don't find the folds too difficult, but the paper could be used for so many other tasks. The practical side of me generally takes away any enjoyment that it would bring. But what about you? Which of those, or other hobbies do you enjoy?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori instantly relaxed again. She had no way of knowing if others found the Phoenix's presence so comfortable, but she hoped so. The city would be a better place if more people could find solace in the company of others. \n\n\"I am quite a fan of theatre, especially kabuki! The music always interests me, of course, but I also love the costumes and dancing. Oh, and the renjishi, when they grab their hair swing their heads about! It seems like they would get awfully dizzy doing that, but I suppose they don't. Or are just used to it.\" Here, she momentarily took two locks of her own hair that framed her face. \"Noh is excellent as well, but to be truthful, Asako-san, I think kabuki is much more exciting.\"\n\nShe resumed her slouching, comfortable posture, smiling still. \"I do love flowers, whether they are artfully arranged or not. I admire that there can be such a wide variety of blossoms, and none are yet necessarily more beautiful than others. A bit like people, in my eyes.\"\n\nGolden eyes looked heavenward, as though she were searching the sky for more information. \"You know, I had never considered that aspect of origami before, but you raise an excellent point. How much paper must be used for one to become a master is a bit staggering to think of.\"\n\nHer smile turned a bit cheeky as she again lowered her gaze to Kita's face. \"And of course, shopping can be it's own kind of fun. Have you been to the bazaar yet?\" \n\n||"
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"message": "\"I agree, kabuki is probably my favorite overall. The elaborate costumes and music! I can see why it would appeal to you as well. Noh tends to be more common at home, well- back at Michita Yasumi anyway, with spiritual and historical themes.\"\n\nKita glanced away, caught for a moment in her own thoughts. Michita Yasumi was 'home' but even as she had said it, it didn't feel quite so true any more. She was setting down roots here, and hoped it would weather whatever the future brought. \n\nShe looked back to the little scorpion, \"I will have to ask you for a tour of the garden and its flowers some time. I'm sure the variety here is impressive, all different as you say.\"\n\n\"I have yet to venture to the bazaar myself, or any place outside the city proper. You have been there? What kind of lovely and handsome things did you find?\"\n\nCuriosity showed in her face, along with, was it concern or envy? Kotori was a beautiful young woman, exploring places that, while safe in concept, may not be most welcoming to ones of their clan to wander alone."
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"message": "\"Perhaps sometime we might attend a Noh performance together as well. Then you can explain the finer points to me which I am sure will have gone clear over my head.\" \n\nHonestly, her cheeks were beginning to ache from the amount of smiling she'd done since her conversation with Kita began, but it was a wonderful pain. A smile had barely left her face at all.\n\n\"I would be delighted to show you the gardens. Oh! And the menagerie, too! Did you know we have a camel?\" She clapped in delight. \"And we have another creature named Gurume who... I don't know the proper name, but the keepers tell me he is a giant eater of ants. He has a great long nose and a big sweeping tail, and the keepers tell me he enjoys belly rubs.\" \n\nWho *Didn't* Enjoy discussing animals? Animals, even the most dangerous of them, were ultimately innocent. They merely followed instinct, without cruelty.\n\n\"The bazaar is *Amazing!* On my first visit there, there was an acrobat troupe that was most impressive! I dare say they could rival some of our own Shosuro performers with their skills. I also encountered a Unicorn there, a tiny thing, and she was kind enough to show me around. There is so much to see I think it would take days to visit every stall.\" A little color flushed to her cheeks as she thought of her encounter with Takeda, in which he taught her to play shah. He certainly was handsome, but that surely couldn't have been what Kita meant. \n\n\"I am far from an expert on the place, but I would be glad to go with you, if you ever so choose. There were a number of stalls selling books, if I remember. And oh, *The food!* So many exotic things!\" \n\n||"
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"message": "Now that summer had well and truly arrived, the baths were, understandably, seeing more business later into the day. Some of the evening bathers were no doubt taking advantage of the additional daylight hours, while others, no doubt, were indulging in morbid curiosity. Just how much had the Scorpion been affected by the recent... Problems? \n\nUnfortunately for those hoping to see the mighty fallen, the gardens remained as beautiful and peaceful as they had ever been; the average visitor, absolutely *Nothing* Was amiss. The hospitality remained unparalleled, the waters remained refreshing and restorative. The attendants remained attentive, the robes and linens remained soft. Nothing at all seemed amiss.\n\nThe little Scorpion sat in her veiled pavilion, running through a few warm-up songs, listening for any later evening arrivals. Nimble fingers danced across strings, plucking and strumming with proficiency beyond merely 'skilled'—this was approaching *Mastery*. || Perform Pipa (5) ||\n\n\n||"
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"author": "inkandlead",
"message": "With the walk back toward his rooms at the Dragon Embassy coaxing the soreness of the day's exertion from his aching muscles, Sojuro's thoughts turned toward the evening. He had yet to truly experience the city by night, and he wondered where his feet would carry him next. \"Hopefully to a meal...\" He chuckled to himself aloud, and reached around in his pack once more to make sure that he had, in fact, already eaten that last rice ball.\n\nHe had.\n\nThe mountain tuna awaiting him in the kitchens of the embassy was pushed out of his mind, however, when he heard the music. He stopped stock still in the street, other travelers scrambling to avoid the boulder of a man that had suddenly ceased moving, and craned his neck to listen. His footsteps provided a rhythm to those nearby as he followed the sound, soon finding himself in the gardens of the Scorpion Clan. He took it in in silence, his smile widening at the beauty of the gardens, the baths, the decorations... It seemed to him as far from the mountaintop monastery in which he had spent so much of his life as a thing could be. He took in the notes flowing from the pavilion, closing his eyes to fully experience the sensation. If an attendant had approached him during this time, he didn't notice. Only once the song came to an end did he open his eyes again.\n\n\"If art is how man decorates a piece of paper, and the reading of a poem is how man decorates time, then music such as that must be the way we decorate the air itself.\" His voice was controlled and gentle when he spoke, as if he did not want to disturb the fleeting remnants of the song still hovering about."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Togashi Sojuro drew a grew deal of attention; after all, he was *Enormous*. \n\nThe Dragon had not descended from the mountain. The mountain itself had descended. \n\nAn attendant, almost as tall as Sojuro himself but maybe a third of his weight, approached with a friendly, almost obsequious smile. \"Does Dragon-sama wish to bathe?\" The man bowed twice, quickly, before gesturing towards the bathhouse proper. \"Dragon-sama will surely find the baths most refreshing!\"\n\nThere were not many Dragon in the city, even the heimin servants knew that. If they could get even one inside, let alone one so *Substantial*, it would be a great benefit to the clan. The attendant chattered on about the many benefits and amenities of the Scorpion bathhouse, the high quality of the water, the variety of pools of different sizes and temperatures, the fine sake and tea on offer, the shiatsu treatments. \n\n\"...And if Dragon-sama likes, our mistress is playing this evening, so entertainment is available as well!\" \n\nAs though on cue, another song began then, a cheerful little tune that seemed to conjure up flowering meadows and the cool waters of gentle brooks. A fine song for a fine evening.\n\n||"
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"author": "inkandlead",
"message": "Turning toward the attendant, Sojuro smiled broadly and nodded his head to the man. He knew that he was not to bow, but that did not mean he should be rude. \"Just as we cleanse our spirits in a torii, so too must we cleanse our bodies. Please, lead on!\" He followed the attendant into the bathouse, being sure to show his smile to those who did not turn their gazes away quite as quickly as decorum would dictate. As he was led deeper, past the pavilion, he stopped suddenly. \"Wait! Near the music, please. I wish to experience every bit of what your establishment has to offer!\"\n\nHaving found a bath he deemed appropriate to his needs, Sojuro shrugged out of his robes and handed them gently to the attendant. \"They may be washed, but not mended. Frayed ends tell far more interesting tales than fresh stitches.\" Easing himself into the bath, he emitted a long sigh of relief and chuckled an apology when his prodigious bulk displaced water onto the surrounding area. \"I will be having a tea service please.\" He turned toward the pavilion to take in the music emanating from it before quickly focusing on the attendant once more. \"And some sake! As well as shochu, if that is available!\" His voice held some weight, but was not loud enough to bother the other patrons. || Perform: Storytelling 1 ||\n\nHe sank as far into the water as was possible, his tattooed and heavily muscled arms resting on the rim of the bath. His eyes closed once more, his requests already forgotten as he lost himself in the music.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "A trained musician can hear far more than just one voice, one conversation. \n\nShe could hear the murmur of voices, the rustling of cloth, the splash of water, the sigh of contentment.\n\nSurrounded by her translucent curtains, Kotori heard Sojuro relaying his orders, and she smiled to herself. Clearly, he was a man with an appetite for the finer things if he was asking for a tea service and sake *And* Shochu. Indulging in worldly pleasures, especially those transient pleasures like food and drink, was too often perceived as sinful. What was wrong with appreciating good food and fine wine? Or sake, in this case.\n\nTwo servants padded over to the impressive sumo. One carried a tea service, complete with a small plate of tea snacks—two daifuku and a skewer of tri-color dango— and the other carried a tray bearing a sake carafe, cup, and *Gara* And *Choku* Of shochu. Both knelt and placed down their trays, the one carrying the liquor glancing up momentarily. \n\n\"The shochu had been warmed already, Dragon-sama. We will be pleased to bring you more whenever you ask.\"\n\nThey bowed again, and removed themselves as quickly and quietly as any mythical ninja might. Good thing ninja didn't exist save in stories. \n\nThrough the curtains, the little Scorpion could not yet see Sojuro, nor could he see her, beyond a nebulous shape behind the curtains. \n\nKotori remained quiet until the song finished. \"Welcome to the baths, oji-san. This humble one is Bayushi Kotori.\" Her voice had its own musical quality, high and bright like a song bird. \"If you have any particular requests for music, I will endeavor to please you. And, if not a specific song, perhaps a certain style would please our guest?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "inkandlead",
"message": "*\"Oji-san?!\"* He made as if to stand up from the bath in mock indignation, then allowed himself to fall back into a seated position, splashing more water out of the pool with a bellow of laughter. He poured shochu into the gara and then down his throat in one smooth, practiced motion. \"Had I the wisdom of age, I may not have found myself here, Bayushi-san!\" He punctuated the statement by popping one of the daifuku into his mouth and filling his teacup.\n\nHe stood gracefully this time, the water only rippling, and bowed toward the pavilion and the shadowed form inside it. \"I am Togashi Sojuro, humble monk of the Order of Togashi, humble *Juryo* Of... Well, of no stable I suppose.\" He set his face in an overstated grimace, holding his arms up as if performing the *Dohyo-iri* Before a match. His smile had returned once more as his arms lowered, and he sank carefully back into the water, not displacing a drop.\n\n\"Tell me, Bayushi-san,\" He tilted sake into his cup as he spoke. \"Do you know *'The Mine Will Break Our Backs, but Not Our Spirits?'* It is a heimin work song from the Sabashii province. A simple tune to pass the day's work, surely, but the beauty and resilience of it...\" He emptied his sake cup, paused in thought for a moment, then filled and emptied it again. \"Well, to think that *Yu* Is limited only to samurai is folly, I believe.\" He chuckled at that, the sound broken up by his sampling of the dango. \"Some might be shocked at such a statement, but Tengoku watches over us all.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The mock outrage earned a genuine laugh. \n\n\"A thousand apologies, Togashi-sama.\" The amusement in her voice remained. \"You understand that my vision is limited by these curtains, so I was unable to see your august personage clearly.\" The shadowy figure, petite and clearly female, rose and returned his bow, before settling back onto her seat.\n\n\"Humor aside, I am personally delighted that you have chosen to visit our baths. I have seen few Dragon in the city, so I am happy I am able to welcome another.\" \n\n\"And juryo, did you say? How exciting!\" And Kotori meant it, too. She'd never met an actual sumo before, and had only seen a few in a match some years ago. \"I am admittedly ignorant with the rules of sumai and sumo, but I do hope that I may see you compete in the future, Togashi-san.\"\n\n\"I heard a song titled 'The Spirits Shall Not See Us Bent' and I think it originated in the Tamori Province. Tell me, does your song sound anything like this?\" Notes began to drift from the pavilion down to the pool, clearly a folk song in its arrangement. Court music tended towards more complicated note progressions, whereas the music of heimin was meant to be easily remembered, and thus easily transmitted and learned. It may not have been exactly the song Sojuro wanted, but it was pretty all the same, conjuring up mental visions of vast, towering mountains against crisp blue skies.\n\n\"I personally find it to be quite comforting to think Tengoku watches over all people, Goodness itself is not limited by one's place in society, only the means of sharing of it.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "inkandlead",
"message": "He closed his eyes again to listen to the somehow familiar melody, never realizing that he had finished the shochu due to the attendants replacing the choku after it was empty. The sake soon followed, and as the song came to an end he finally got around to enjoying the tea and finishing off the remaining snacks. He was a massive, stalwart man, but the speed at which he consumed the beverages allowed him to feel the beginnings of their effects and a beatific smile crept across his face. He did not speak again until the notes had faded from his ears.\n\n\"What a pleasant sentiment, and woefully uncommon among samurai. The Celestial Order wouldn't be so orderly without all of us. Speaking of order...\" Sojuro raised his slab of a hand and beckoned to one of the attendants. \"Please, bring me something I've never had to drink, along with something I've never eaten.\" They were too well trained to be thrown by his request. As they scurried off, he stretched his legs out and allowed himself to slip below the surface of the water. After a long moment enjoying the soak he emerged again not unlike a breaching whale.\n\n\"We all most travel our own path of course, and mine is one of experience and sensation. Ningen-do is a place of variety beyond measure. How can we know ourselves until we know *It?*\" He nodded at this, clearly in perfect agreement with himself. \"That said Bayushi-san, would you honor me with a song that has never graced my ears?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She had opened her mouth to speak in reply to his comment about the Celestial Order, but then there was curious order followed by an odd bubbling and eventually punctuated by a great splash. There was a moment of concern, but then the Togashi began speaking again, and so she relaxed. \n\nThe little Scorpion had yet to lay eyes properly upon this man, but she liked him already. He had a jovial personality and a big voice that seemed to match it perfectly, and he was clearly a man that appreciated the finer things. \n\nThe silent, efficient servants returned in short order with a small glass of *Something* And a plate of *Something*, setting both down beside the impressive sumo. The something in the glass was a liqueur similar to brandy infused with spicy aromatic herbs like cinnamon and ginger, and the something on the plate resembled some kind of wafers covered in a sticky sauce that looked a bit like caramel. \n\n\"Hopefully Togashi-sama will find these items to be pleasing. After all, surprising a man so well traveled is a challenging task, indeed. However, I am certain I can provide you with a song you've not heard before. This is title *Interrupted Meditations by a Beautiful Sea Maiden*.\" \n\nA little flex of her fingers, and the magic began. The beginnings of the song were mellow and calm, like the sea on a clear day. Then, a churning of waters, maybe the beginnings of storm. Playful impishness began to intrude on the initial theme, a slight change in key and an adjustment of timing... The melody was the same, and yet somehow transformed. It was easy to imagine a sailor or scholar sitting on the beach, pondering the great mysteries of the oceans only to meet with the distraction of a sea nymph. While the folk song she had played had been masterfully performed, the emotional outpouring into this tune was tangible.\n\n||"
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"author": "inkandlead",
"message": "Lifting the glass, Sojuro held it to his nose to take in the aroma. The spice that bit at his nostrils should have been enough to signal that this was a drink best enjoyed in sips, but doing things the traditional way had never held much appeal to him. The sound of him sputtering after draining the glass in a single gulp threatened to overtop the music to those nearby, though he held his lips closed and prevented even a single drop of the liqueur from escaping. He laughed at his folly, but quickly went silent when he realized he was competing with the beautiful swells of sound filling the area thanks to the Scorpion's deft fingers.\n\nThe wafers went down more easily than the strange drink, and he noted the differences in flavor and texture as he washed the second down with another sake. He didn't close his eyes this time, but let them wander, each moment a different combination of his senses, a different sight with a different sound with a different taste. \"Every moment of a life is unique, so should not every moment offer a unique experience?\" He said softly, intending the thought to remain inside his head but letting it slip in the reverie.\n\nThe song seeped into him, and the wave tattooed on his belly seemed to itch and churn. He could feel the fall and rise of the ocean in the song, could swear he knew the sailor at the center of it. He had never seen a sea nymph himself, but had heard the stories and hoped to meet one some day. Even entirely made up stories had their truths. He found himself drifting to the other side of the pool, closer to the pavilion, drawn in by not only the notes but the clear investment in them by the performer. He almost felt exhausted when it came to a close.\n\n\"That was...\" Sojuro paused for a moment, searching for the proper, socially acceptable way to express himself. \"That was very well performed, Bayushi-san.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The song ended not with an energetic flourish, some impressive finale, but rather a return to the soft, gentle melody with which it had begun. While Sojuro could not see it, Kotori's eyes had taken on that almost feverish shine that artists so often develop when in the throes of their craft, her breath coming just slightly harder and faster after her playing. \n\n\"I am honored by your praise, Togashi-san.\" The praise and exertions both had raised a flush in her cheeks. \"You are the first audience to hear the piece start to finish.\"\n\n\"Is there anything else we may provide to you? I am happy to continue to play, engage in conversation, or both. Whatever you so like, Togashi-san. We strive to please you.\" The little Scorpion allowed herself only a momentary break, resting her pipa across her knees and taking a sip of now-cooled fruit tea. \n\nBehind the scenes, however, a few of the attendants were growing worried the sumo might drink their sake supply dry, and the overseer wondering when he ought to dispatch runners to buy more, and how much.\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kakita Kiyoko padded into the onsen with the poise of a cat. It had been somewhat unexpected that there even *Was* An onsen in this city. She had fully expected to bathe in a small tub in the Crane embassy for the duration of her assignment here. The Kakita duelist had washed off in the anteroom and grabbed a towel after disrobing, and now took a deep breath of the steamy air as she made her way to the waters themselves. Kiyoko was somewhat tall for a Rokugani woman, with ice-blue eyes and porcelain skin that already glistened with sweat in the steamy onsen air, accentuated by a distinctive beauty mark to the right of her chin. She wore her platinum-white hair in a chin-length layered bob. The Kakita samurai-ko had a lean, athletic build, with toned abs and medium-sized breasts, and defined muscle in her arms and legs. Her skin was remarkably devoid of noticeable scars, though her hands bore the callouses that came with constant training with a sword.\n\nShe folded up the towel she had grabbed upon entry, placed it on her head, and walked over to the waters, scarcely paying any mind to anyone else who may have been in the bath with her. Kiyoko dipped one foot in, then stepped down into the onsen. She let out a sigh as she slowly sunk up to her neck in the geothermal bath, eyes closed in contentment."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "What in the world? Kaori stared at this invader, black eyes narrowed in suspicion. There were plenty of private soaking rooms, had the staff neglected to direct this Crane away from hers? Or was she being confronted yet again? She'd had no warning this time since Tori was off attending to her mistress's mending. \n\nWell, might as well make the most of this.\n\nShe stirred in the water, sitting up to nearly chest clear. Her shoulders and forearms were muscular, her breasts generous. In proportion she was stockier than the lean Crane, her coloring altogether more dramatic with milk-white skin contrasting her black hair and eyes, the heat bringing a healthy blush to her cheeks and chest. \n\n\"Ohaiyo, Crane-san,\" She said, her voice dry and cautious. \"What good fortune brings you to my pool today? Do you seek Bayushi Kaori of the Scorpion or is this just a happy accident?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "She heard a feminine voice. Kiyoko opened one eye to take in who had addressed her, determined not to let her good mood be ruined by the hackles her interlocutor had raised with her word-choice. She did not recognize her name, but the combination of the speaker's clan affiliation and the phrase *What good fortune* Could only set anyone with common sense on edge.\n\n\"Accident,\" Came Kiyoko's terse reply. She opened her other eye, and looked the Scorpion woman over. Kaori's tone may have seemed cautious, but her body language reminded Kiyoko of a snake poised to strike—or a scorpion warning the curious away. Perhaps her intrusion was unwelcome?\n\nKiyoko tilted her head in a nod of concession. \"My apologies if I have intruded upon your privacy, Bayushi-san. I am Kakita Kiyoko. Your clan maintains such luxurious bathing facilities here that I could not help but sample them.\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The scar that tore its way across Kaori's left cheek pulled her mouth into a perpetual smirk. She was leaned back, submerged to her ribs, her arms spread to claim the space to either side of her in a power pose. Had a painter been brave enough to capture the image, he might have entitled it 'Throne Room'. And for all that, this sanctum was the closest Kaori would ever come to anything like a throne room. \n\nShe inclined her head regally, acknowledging the compliment. \"Body and mind must be purified if we are to do our best each day. You are always welcome here, Kakita-san.\"\n\nShe lifted her left hand to wipe a lock of hair behind one ear. Her right arm never stirred. The scar that marred her soft skin across the biceps there marked where the spear-thrust had temporarily crippled her. \"I had heard that several more Crane samurai had come to the city. Have you come to observe the summer's games? Or perhaps do you hope to engage yourself?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Perhaps I will take you up on that, Bayushi-san,\" Kiyoko replied, nodding again in thanks. She hardly moved, electing to remain covered to her neck in the onsen waters. The heat felt wonderful, soothing her sore muscles after the rigorous training regimen earlier in her day. The Kakita woman closed her eyes again and allowed herself a small smile. The waters rippled slightly as she took a deep breath of the steamy air.\n\n\"I was disappointed to learn that I missed the iaijutsu tournament,\" She ventured, opening her eyes and studying Kaori. She had recently been told that she had a habit of staring at people that made them uncomfortable, so she made a deliberate effort to not let her eyes linger too long. Given how many scars Kaori sported, perhaps she was self-conscious about them. Or perhaps not—perhaps she enjoyed the discomfiture her own appearance brought to others. It would not surprise Kiyoko if a Scorpion samurai thought thus. The duelist noted in particular the relatively recent-looking scar on Kaori's right arm, and wondered what sort of weapon had caused that wound. \"Though if the poetry competition is still open, I might consider it.\"\n\n\"Was Bayushi-san able to participate?\" She asked, thinking that she detected a weakness—or rather, an injury—that the Scorpion samurai-ko was trying to hide.\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "She was watching the Crane's movements. If the woman's impressive fitness levels hadn't already given it away, she could tell by the way she basked in the heat that she was a disciplined student of violence. Most Kakita were, it was one of the few things she liked about that family. \n\n\"The tournament was quite the affair,\" She said, scratching absently at her cheek and snatching her hand away when she noticed what she was doing. \"Quite the turnout. I myself had the pleasure of competing. It was unfortunate that a *Ronin* Had to win, but I was hardly at my best.\" \n\nHer black eyes drifted to the ceiling. \"You did have a cousin or two competing, I had the pleasure of crossing blades with one of them. I am afraid I couldn't give them a full demonstration of my skill, but I think I managed to do my best with my left hand. If Kakita-san is an accomplished duelist though I am afraid this will be a boring assignment—hardly anyone speaks boldly enough to provoke a duel in this city.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko raised an eyebrow. The Scorpion fought with her left hand? She had been taught since she was a child that that was *Dishonorable* In an iaijutsu duel. That had always irked her, since her left hand was the more natural to grip things like chopsticks and katana. It had taken a fair amount of negative reinforcement from her instructors to correct, but the end result had been that she was nearly as capable with her right hand as her left.\n\nSo the scar on Kaori's right arm must have been from a particularly severe injury, for the judges to allow her to draw left-handed. Perhaps she was a blade worth crossing, given time for her arm to heal. \"I have resigned myself to the prospect. Although it hardly excuses complacency.\" Kiyoko met Kaori's eyes with a cold, level gaze. \"I am sure opportunities will present themselves.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The black eyes stared back, all traces of good humor wiped away. \"Then I pray for the spectators' sake that you have more skill than your cousin,\" She replied. \"He left the top of his ear on the field. It was very disappointing.\"\n\nShe was still utterly relaxed, but now it was the loose coil of a whip ready to lash out in any direction. \"Still, I cannot imagine the Crane would have anything to fear from me as long as you do not attempt to champion the Unicorn in their attempts to steal the city from us.\"\n\nNow the veils were lowered, the warning given. Whomever the new Scorpion ambassador would be, the Crane would know they had weapons at their disposal. \n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "The Kakita duelist had not intended to engage the Bayushi woman in a verbal joust, and she was not about to start. She would answer diplomatically. \"A samurai lives three feet from death, as they say,\" Kiyoko said simply, nonchalantly pulling a stray hair from the corner of her mouth with her hand. \"And our daimyo direct us where they will.\"\n\nSensei had long chided her for being too eager to cross blades with anyone she met; it had taken a six-year-long *Musha shugyo* And countless duels, brawls, and skirmishes to drill into her head that only some fights were worth fighting. It was a wonder that she had no sizeable scars from the past six years.\n\n\"But Bayushi-san surely does not wish to speak of wars and rumors of wars in such an incongruously pleasant place as this onsen,\" She said, attempting to change the subject to something less tension-filled. Poor conversationalist though she was. \"Tell me: Does your clan keep masseuses on-hand here? Or I have heard that some merchants in other lands have been selling a sweet milk-concoction called *Choco minto aisu* At their hot springs. Have the Scorpion done the same?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Recognizing the attempt to resume peaceful conversation Kaori shifted in the water, letting her body resettle into a more comfortable position. Her black eyes became serene once more. Had the Crane been testing her? Or was it a genuine slip? Probably the former. Kaori had mostly abandoned her committment to her indolent facade, but now she wondered if that was the best of ideas when dealing with the Crane. \n\nOh well, no use worrying about it now. She took the verbal olive branch and ran with it. \"We do have masseuses here. They provide hot stone treatments, a delicious remedy for sore muscles after a day spent in training. I frequently make use of them. But we do not drink milk here.\" \n\nShe had never heard of the stuff, and assumed that it was another nasty Unicorn beverage infecting Rokugani culture. \n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Her de facto hostess having relaxed a little, Kiyoko likewise settled in a little deeper into the onsen waters. The Kakita duelist closed her eyes and took another deep breath of steamy air, then slowly exhaled. She partially opened one eye to glance at Kaori and said, \"*Aisu* Is not a drink. It is like *Kakigori* Or *Shirokuma*.\"\n\nThe Crane samurai-ko didn't elaborate further. If the Scorpion clan did not know the one, they probably did not know the others, either, the ~~snob~~ Crane in her assumed. Although... Where had she last been served milk, anyway? Probably when she was traveling through Dragon territory.\n\nKiyoko rolled her shoulders forward, wincing slightly as she felt her shoulder blades pop. \"A masseuse sounds good, though.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"They usually have a few standing by to serve,\" The little Scorpion heard the pop and winced inwardly. She'd had her own fair share of joint injuries during her time training. \"They are reasonably skilled. If the pressure of the stone is not enough they can sometimes stack another on top. They are familiar with servicing those of us who ache with bushi training.\" \n\nShe lifted a hand to wipe a bead of condensation from her jaw. \"Will the Crane be hosting any more contests during the summer? I rather enjoyed the last one. If dueling is played out, I should love to see exhibitions of anything else. Art, perhaps? Or a series of performances?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko smiled ruefully, lifting an arm overhead to—ineffectually—rub at the inside of her shoulder blade. \"I do believe that dueling is played out. A shame to have missed it.\" After a few moments, she gave up and slipped her arm back under the waters. At least the heat from the onsen helped. \"I am unaware of any more contests we are hosting, though I have not been in the city long. I heard about a jujutsu competition and a poetry contest one of the other clans were hosting. I take it Bayushi-san has an interest in the arts? Do you dabble in any yourself?\"\n\nGiven the woman's heavily-scarred appearance, it seemed incongruous that Kaori might be something of an artist herself, or even have an interest in the finer things (not counting opium or the other hedonistic pursuits the Scorpion were suspected of dealing in). But then, all samurai were expected to be well-rounded, so it didn't really surprise her. Even the Kakita Dueling Academy had made her take classes on the tea ceremony, after all—not that she remembered most of it.\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I am somewhat competent in the art of kintsugi,\" The Scorpion's eyes drifted to the ceiling. \"One of my masks was shattered by a crossbow bolt and the result was delightful. It hangs in the Shosuro Palace even now.\" \n\nShe didn't specify that she had hung it there as she stormed from the place in a red rage. \n\n\"I am also a noviciate in the art of shibari. The art was popularized by the Lion as Hojojutsu, the method of humiliating a prisoner with a binding that emphasizes their position while technically never tying a knot and completing their shame to the point of suicide.\" \n\nShe grinned wickedly. \"One of my ancestors discovered more *Interesting* Applications for the practice. It's not an art you'll find displayed in any public galleries, but there is a display in town if you know where to look.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"I... See.\"\n\nKiyoko was of course familiar with hojojutsu, though she had never heard of any 'alternative' uses for it. She did remember one or two times that Sensei had forced her to hold still and meditate by tying her up, but that hardly seemed like the same thing as what the Scorpion samurai-ko was talking about. She was a bit curious what these other applications might have been. Rope statues?\n\nThe Kakita duelist narrowed her eyes at Kaori. \"What *Sort* Of applications did Bayushi-san's ancestor discover, exactly?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Scorpion's perpetual smirk grew wider. \"Can't you imagine the artistic expressions of rope, coiled and wrapped about a person? Can you not see the performance art in the piece, the act of submission illustrated so vividly? On the battlefield this is coerced of course, but I have seen a lovely display of captured prisoners brought before the generals, their bodies bent in respectful prostration by skilled binders. Such themes can translate to other arenas too. I have known of Mantis who would use intricate knotwork to bind back their sleeves before battle or secure a Kimono top... Simultaneously an expression of chastity and of power.\" \n\nShe stirred the water languidly. \"It is a very intimate art... One I cannot practice without another of my own rank.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko could, in fact, see the artistic expression in it. She had found the rope-marks left behind on her skin after Sensei had tied her up *Fascinating*. Not that she would admit it to a soul. The Kakita duelist stared at Kaori for long moments.\n\nShe hesitated before she spoke again. \"It seems to me, Bayushi-san, that such an art would require someone of *Lesser* Social standing. What samurai would let himself be demeaned in such a way? It would be willing degradation at the hands of one's equals.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"When it is a question of taking an enemy, of Hojojutsu, the *Point* Is to demean isn't it?\" Kaori shrugged, sending ripples through the water. \"But between peers it is a gesture of trust isn't it? Not all samurai are created equal, even in our caste there are those of more dominant personality. Would this not be a simple expression of that contrast? Relationships are complex, but we submit to the more dominant personality all the time. We put our trust in our leader, for the moment, for the campaign, for the marriage... This natural assumption of roles happens all the time. Even now, you are my guest and I the hostess of this bath. Just because the positioning is informal or unremarked doesn't mean it isn't real.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Interesting logic,\" Kiyoko conceded. What was the Scorpion getting at? \"Yes, I suppose that makes a certain level of sense. Is it really a matter of dominant personality, though? I would think that one's *Daimyo* Is to be submitted to, regardless of how assertive she is. It is a samurai's duty, after all.\"\n\nThe Crane samurai-ko gave Kaori a sidelong look. \"Where exactly do you even find someone who trusts you that much, anyway?\" For her part, the encounter when she was younger had been less about trust and more about an imbalance of power—sensei and student. Not that she didn't deserve the scolding for ignoring the lessons that *Led up* To her bit of forced meditation.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Do you truly know no one you trust so much?\" Kaori's eyes glittered. \"I pity you, Crane-san.\" \n\nShe had removed her mask as a sign of displeasure with her ambassador, but she had a great deal of trust in her peers. Maybe she wouldn't have *Enjoyed* The intimacy with some of them, but she would have trusted Yuto in a heartbeat. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "Kiyoko smiled thinly at Kaori. She had been on a *Musha shugyo* For the past six years. Of course there was no one she trusted so much—constant travel and the standing of a ronin did not inculcate many opportunities for the building of trust. Nor had she kept in touch with any of her classmates at the Kakita Dueling Academy after her *Gempukku*.\n\n\"No,\" She said flatly. \"Nor do I expect to find such people in the City of Lies. I would not mind being proven wrong, but it seems unlikely.\" \n\nHer thin smile remained frozen on her face as she added, \"The city has a reputation, as do its caretakers.\" She almost said '*Former* Caretakers,' but thought better of it. After all, as Kaori pointed out, she was a guest in this bath; it would not do to insult one's hosts.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "A condescending expression settled into the Scorpion's eyes. \"Poor thing,\" She murmured. \"I shall say a prayer for the sake of your clan. If the Crane have fallen so far that their own cannot trust their peers, the Lion shall rule us all in twelve months.\" \n\nShe was deliberately relaxed once more, ready to move if her words provoked a violent reaction from the Crane. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Your prayers are appreciated, Bayushi-san,\" Kiyoko said drily. The Crane samurai-ko was quickly finding this conversation exhausting. Did this Scorpion truly find her so enjoyable to goad? Kiyoko refused to give her the satisfaction, and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. At least the steam from the onsen was still enjoyable. \"So have you found someone willing to be the subject of your 'art'?\"\n\nTruth be told, she was curious how Kaori had come upon the practice herself.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I have but to snap my fingers,\" Kaori said cheerfully, \"And I have a line of eager subjects. I am sure that when you get settled in this city you will find yourself a friend or two as well.\" \n\nShe dipped her face briefly beneath the water to rinse away the sweat, and wiped it dry once more upon a towel. \"Perhaps another day I will escort you to the local exhibit of the art. Most of the displays are ropes bound upon statues, but on certain days they have live demonstrations of the technique that you would find most fascinating.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "It seemed that this Bayushi liked to keep her conversational partners off-balance, Kiyoko observed silently as Kaori's tone morphed again, from condescending to cheery. Even now though, she wheedled. The Kakita duelist looked past that, though, and she felt her face grow flushed—thankfully completely invisible thanks to the redness of her skin from the onsen, and just as likely caused by it—at the idea of seeing this art in person. How scandalous!\n\nKiyoko was careful to maintain a placid facade as she replied, \"And *Perhaps* I would even take you up on that offer, Bayushi-san.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Lucky me,\" Kaori said. She'd found that if she just spoke with enough confidence to direct the flow of conversation, she could come close to establishing actual propriety. The fact that the Crane hadn't challenged her for her clan's dignity spoke volumes. Was she really so unsure of her own standing within the clan? \n\nWell, she'd been entertaining, at least. \n\n\"So what sort of artistic demonstrations shall I expect from you, Kakita-san? The summer is soon upon us, and if we are not to go to war yet we must have some sort of artistic demonstration to soothe our souls.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kiyoko.tamahi",
"message": "\"Poetry,\" Kiyoko said, sitting up straighter so that her upper torso was clear of the water. How long did this Scorpion intend to cook in the onsen? She had been there longer than Kiyoko, and already the Crane was starting to overheat. The evaporative cooling felt nice, though. \"I am fond of senryu. Are you familiar with the form? It is like the haiku, but its subject is never nature. Instead, it looks at human folly for its inspiration. You might appreciate it, Bayushi-san. It is often a bit dark and cynical.\"\n\nKiyoko paused, then recited one she knew from memory.\n\n\"Here is one:\n'Catching him\nI see the robber \nIs my own son.'\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Within the Gardens the Magistrate stood, letting the sun glisten over his tall frame as he admired the tranquil setting. Yuto wore a spruce blue kataginu with a cherry red kimono beneath it, with his hakama matching. The scorpion had his dark hair worn in a ponytail that fell to his back, with the veil that was the man's mask covering the entirety of one's face. With both hands behind him he stood like a statue, unmoved and unbothered by the nature around him. Quietly observing the greenery and taking in the ambient noise. \n\nToday he had requested an informal meeting in the Gardens, hearing of a new face that had come to the city. Yogo Hiromi, he believed it was, not being familiar with the name he decided to change that. Having already invited a more known face to this meeting, the man figured to include the Bayushi. \n\nTilting his head the man waited, popping his neck pondering when the two would arrive. Hoping the threes gathering would provide some benefit and potential opportunities. Taking a deep breath Yuto stepped into the shade beneath a tree, just before one of the many ponds within the garden. Despite being subtle the large stature of the six foot two man would be noticeable from afar. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The little Scorpion appeared out of nowhere, padding up on silent feet. She wore her swords with the jaunty tassels thrust into the right side of her obi. Her pale face was serene of expression, her hair braided back in a style that was oddly Crablike. She inclined her head regally to her superior, the bow barely meeting the bare minimum propriety demanded. \"Rokugo-sama,\" She greeted. \"The day finds you well, I trust.\"\n\nShe still had her wounded arm bound to her chest under her kimono, and her empty sleeve was carefully pinned up. It had been a month or more since her injury, but such a wound could take all of summer to properly knit. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerredeseattle",
"message": "*Hiromi was waiting, she would have came early to the meeting, to make a good impression, plus she didn't had much to do yet as her orders didn't arrived. She wear her mask and the usual garments that make her look more like a traveler than a actual shugenja. Seeing two face in the distance she would step out and reach them before doing an elaborate bow.*\n\n\"Greetings, i'm Yogo Hiromi, you seeked my presence...\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "With the arrival of Bayushi Kaori the man smiled, she was rather punctual and discreet. Something he admired about the woman's nature, truly embodying all that their clan was, and in a good way. Even though the woman couldn't see it, the magistrate gave a smile beneath his mask, offering a slight bow to greet her. \n\n\"Bayushi-san, I trust it has found you as well. It relieves me to see you in better health and brighter spirit. Something we'll surely have demand of moving forward.\" \n\nHe spoke gracefully, in the past few weeks there had been a shift in the man's mannerisms and etiquette. Whether or not it was him molding to his position or a modern identity was unknown, but he felt new. Once Yogo Hiromi arrived he offered another bow, his smile becoming just a little brighter, relieved they actually showed up. Though there was much to deduct about this new clan mate in the city, they were of Tansaku Kiyos clan, perhaps they could find some common ground. \n\n\"A pleasure to finally become acquainted Yogo-san, I am Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, Magistrate of the Scorpion clan within the city. This is Bayushi Kaori-san, it gladdens me that you two could make it.\" \n\nHe gave another bow to the two, beginning to walk as he gestured for them to follow. There was nothing like a calm trip through the gardens that couldn't help clear the mind, allowing the three to speak civilly in confidence. \n\n\"I hope you don't mind the informality, I'd have chosen somewhere else but wondered if you had been to the Gardens. I firmly believe it should be one of the first sights visited when coming to Ryoko Owari Toshi.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Falling in step behind the much taller man Kaori silently considered cutting his ankle to slow him down. Did he not understand how long legs were such an offense to the world? She was stretching each pace as far as she could manage without appearing to be a Kabuki buffoon and still it was an effort to keep up. She should put a stone in his geta next time, she decided, to reduce his pace to that of normal people. \n\nShe allowed Yuto to carry the conversation for now, watching the Yogo out of the corner of her eye. The other woman was a shugenja and it was always hard to understand their body language since they did not move as warriors. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerredeseattle",
"message": "*Hiromi bowed slightly again after the acquaintance has been made following the walk with a rather loose posture, showing confidence. She take the time to take a good look at the gardens that she didn't visited yet after all.*\n\"It is a good place to have a discussion, i didn't had time to visit the garden yet.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Now that the two were following behind him, he began the conversation. One assumed she hadn't visited the gardens yet, this was likely due to hearing of who she was and the woman's profession. Noticing Kaoris subtle effort to keep up, the magistrate tread slowly through the gardens. He chuckled but played it off as a laugh to the Yogo having not yet witnessed the beauty that was their gardens. \n\n\"I summoned you here for a reason, Yogo-san. We're in a critical time here in the city, and the organization of the scorpions resident has become important. I've taken the liberty of volunteering and guiding this endeavor myself as Magistrate, without undermining our superiors of course.\" \n\nOpening a palm Yuto let his hand freely trail through the bushes and flowers, they were practically surrounded by them. The ambient noise of the wind touching the greenery and the various animals roaming, it was something everyone admitted to enjoying. Even if one wasn't fond of indulging in nature, this was the perfect place for a topic such as this. \n\n\"Imprudence is something we must avoid now more than ever, of course I'm sure you know that. Though I'm telling you this myself due to being aware of your profession, as Magistrate. Any requite courtesies you have will be submitted to me, through of course Bayushi-san here. She's acting as my personal Yoriki right now, so I trust you two will get to know one another.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerredeseattle",
"message": "\"My duty is probably going to be useful to the clan indeed... I have yet to introduce myself in those dealings... I didn't received the proper instruction yet.\"\n*She seemed less at ease when the reason of her presence here is mentioned. Though the mask would conceal that fact easily, she keep her steady walk and take a closer look at some of details of the gardens.*"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "*Temporary. I am your temporary minion you overgrown crane-legged landstriding stupid jerkface see if I attend your next event.*\n\nKaori did not say any of that out loud of course. She flicked her hair from her face and used her good hand to pluck a hydrangea flower. She tucked it carefully into her hair and smiled sweetly before producing her fan with a gracious flutter. \"I should introduce you to someone when the time allows... In fact, you can make a delivery on my behalf to them. It would be a good way to prove your credentials. Be warned, they are... Well, they are *Remarkably* Well informed. I don't like them, and if I thought it would do any good I would have taken their head already. Glad I am that you can remove that particular curse from my heels.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The scorpion had not yet turned around to look at Kaori or Hiromi, simply listening to their voices instead of watching body language and facial expression. He wasn't here for them to speak, but rather for them to listen and understand the assignments. \n\n\"For your benefit, never introduce yourself under those ordeals. It's important you maintain a proper face without lifting your hand over the table. In the near future I'll be commissioning certain tasks for you, of course I mutually offer my services as the clan Magistrate.\" \n\nHe hoped they were reading between the lines, he was rather direct after all. While Kaoris word brought concern, the Samurai was glad to hear she wasn't against the idea of working together. He knew being made his Yoriki wasn't ideal, but while she detested it he personally found the woman's presence enlightened. Always being enamored by her semblance and tone. \n\n\"I believe that you two will find solace in working with one another. All that we do is for the benefit of the Empire, the Clan, and of course, the City. If you have any questions now Is the time, I'd be delighted to answer.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerredeseattle",
"message": "\"I will work with utmost caution, this assignment is but a new... Trial for me in some ways. I think i could use a good cover work cause my dealing with the city darker side will probably be frown uppon by some of the others clans. But i'm sure i'll be able to be up to the standard you await of me, Magistrate.\"\n*Hiromi became more tense as the topic and the success of her action became the center of the conversation. She was not at ease anymore and that was easily perceptible with the change of posture that she would adopt, her attention more focus at the two others peoples than on the garden, like previously.*"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"For cover work... Hmmm.\" Kaori tapped her lips with the fan. \"I recently took posession of a house of ill repute, when the owner tried to stab me. If you wish, a good cover could be that you are seeing to business of that sort... It would be a little unseemly, but I find that the best way to satisfy someone who seeks dirt is to give them some to find. Then they look no further. Would that be something you could see yourself doing?\" \n\nKaori had no idea how to run a whorehouse, but she was fairly certain the woman she'd left managing the bawdy establishment was too scared of her to steal beyond what was reasonable. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto questioned whether or not Kaori was even on the same page, running a brothel as a cover up job!? He was lucky to be wearing a mask, while he gave no reaction with body language, the man's face said a lot. Though he had to admit the suggestion was funny. After a few minutes of the three walking, he'd stop just beside a pond, taking a break from their little voyage. \n\n\"Decisions under haste can be quite imprudent, finding something in Yogo-sans interests and expertise is important. I'm sure a veil to put in front of your work will come, of course you must know we're acting as a United front now. You won't handle such an onerous duty alone.\" \n\nHer body language was saying a lot, while the pressure was unavoidable he hoped to relieve some of it. Yuto didn't want a potential asset to crumble right before him, there was a lack of confidence that the man could sense.. \n\n\"Yogo-san, tell me about your expertise. I believe it'll help to assign you a proper task.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "zerredeseattle",
"message": "*Hiromi considered the proposal with an utmost care, surely she'll have to handle some dirt at some point, what is good to get that kind of dirt instead of being known as someone tied to more darker ring of crime.*\n\n\"The proposal of Kaori isn't empty of sense, i'm sure we could lure many people to believe stories about me... A bit of truth in an ocean of lies to foul them. But we should figure this out on the long run, indeed and i'm happy to be help by the two of you...\"\n\n*She'll make another elaborate bow before answering the question.*\n\n\"Well i'm mostly a shugenja, i learn some bit of sword and the first string of the buisness of the... Shadow so to speak. A rough base on the etiquette as well, like any of us i believe.\""
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I am a sword, not gifted the eloquence of tongue or thought to speak with men or spirits,\" Kaori said cheerfully. \"Should you quarrel with another clan I can handle the business on your behalf. Even with one arm I am a match for any in the city.\" \n\nShe grinned wolfishly. \"Most of the time I look pretty and insult people. But I am always willing to make mischief, if you have a scheme that will profit the Scorpion I am at your disposal.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "She was... Actually okay with the suggestion? While he assumed the Yogo might have taken it as an insult, it seemed to be the opposite. Yuto was rather impressed, not expecting the woman at all to like what was offered. Though he'd feel bad if she weren't assigned something else. Working at a brothel didn't necessarily give face, rather it took away. Besides, the cartels operate too closely, it'd only bring more suspicion onto Hiromi. \n\n\"A Shugenja you say? That's wonderful, perhaps you could serve as a Ward or if you wish. I could commission you as my Yoriki, if so you'll be working very closely with Bayushi Kaori-San here.\" \n\nGesturing to Kaori as he spoke, maybe that was a better alternative? Well if not they didn't have to decide something for her today, he hoped such a decision wouldn't be rushed. Taking a breath he spoke again. \n\n\"I hope you two grow to get along well, I look forward to observing your career, Yogo-san. I trust you're focused on what comes next, yes?\"\n\n|| sorry for the short post"
},
{
"author": "zerredeseattle",
"message": "\"I'm going to trust your wisdom in that regard, Magistrate. But as you said there is no need to rush the decision, i need to see what the local would ask of me first before deciding what would be the perfect cover. In the meantime i can do whatever i can to help the clan.\"\n\n*She looked around for a second, trying to keep her composure as she was kind of nervous in the presence of older samurai who surely prooved their worth already.*\n\n\"I'll give you news as soon as i get them... I'll probably write a letter though, i need to work my *Poetic* Licence, so to speak.\""
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The Gardens were certainly illuminated on a fine night as the wild life settled down for the day to close their eyes and rest. Yuto himself had decided to spend his evening here, collecting his thoughts whilst finding comfort. The large scorpion sat in the grass, just before a koi pond reflecting the moons essence making the variety of Koi visible to the eye. In his lap was a small hare, letting the Magistrate caress it gently with his hands. Despite his stature and appearance, small animals didn't feel intimidated by the man. Especially since he frequented the gardens often. \n\nBayushi no Rokugo Yuto was dressed as one would expect of a scorpion. His mempo resembled that of a primate with Oni features, boasting vicious fangs. It covered the man's entire face, just barely showing where his pupils would leak from. Behind the mask was the mans dark mane, falling down to drape his shoulders. Decorating the cherry red haori underneath the many strands of hair. On the Samurai's back, although slightly covered by his hair, was the mon of the Scorpion clan. Besides those notable aspects, he wore a black kimono and Haori, with his Daisha set aside in the grass to the left. \n\nRuffling through the grass close to where the man sat, the fellow would be in the company of other various animals. Lizards. Birds, and of course the occasional insect making their way discreetly. Despite the presence of such animals, the man was at peace and without alarm. Reflecting somewhat on an old friend lost, he use to be a handler of a specific animal. One he was quite fond of, but no more. A decision was made and one must show resolution behind them, that was the way of the Samurai.. \n\nWhilst he pet the little fuzzy creature, he took hold of a nearby pebble. Skipping it across the waters as he'd watch the small waves part. His lips pressed together subtly, still in thought. Many things seem to plague his mind, people, things, relationships, politics. Here he came to get away from these things, but Yuto could not clear his head of them. Thus he remained sat, letting the nights tranquility take him. Not expecting any company.. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "Emika would find herself bored while waiting for something to do, something worth her power and talent. Sure, as far as Shugenja were concerned, she might have been a Third Ring caster, but that was still far more power than most would ever taste in a lifetime. Regardless, making her way to the gardens was a good way to find peace and tranquility in an otherwise volatile atmosphere. Certainly there was something in the area that could offer her a good fortune. She -had- cast the Kawaru earlier, and the fortune pointed to a chance encounter, so it was unlikely she would try to avoid that, instead it was by coming here that she embraced the divination she had cast for herself.\n\nFor one of the Soshi family, Emika wore a fine silk kimono and seemed to walk with the grace and poise of a refined lady. In contrast to the chin style mask that covered the mouth that Yuto wore, her mask covered from her cheekbones upward, only her fair eyes peering from behind the oni-demon visage that the mask gave her. Small bells and chimes hung from the sides closest to her ears. A soft ringing heralding her arrival with each step. Part of her training was invested in being stealthy, and she could walk in such a manner so as the bells did not chime, but there was no fun in that when there was nothing to hide. It was the opposite. If the Fortunes intended her to meet a person, then she might as well give them cause to notice her presence.\n\nWhile Yuto was not expecting company, the Fortunes had it in for him, as the Shugenja of the Soshi family approached him. A smile graced Emika's lips as she paused and offered a bow of respect. Though she said nothing, as to not interrupt him while he skipped a stone. Perhaps he would take notice of the bowing individual given the precession of ringing that had accompanied her? It was best to wait, than to be rude. Chance encounters did not always have to be pleasant, a fact she had reminded herself of while she was en route to the gardens. So it was best to remember what was expected of her, and to exceed those expectations in order to achieve the desired impression."
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Typically one's keen senses would have caught onto being steadily approached easily. Though tonight the Magistrate had his vision far too clouded with distractions to notice. It wasn't until her shadow cast over him that he looked over. Ones first instinct would have been to quickly reach for his sword, but he quickly took notice of the bow and her colors worn. Using his arm to scoop under the little hare, he'd have picked the little creature up as Yuto stood. \n\nRising to his full height, he towered over the newly arrived Scorpion. Standing six foot three as the man would cast an even larger shadow over her. Taking a subtle step back for proper spacing, the Bayushi would give a bow of his own. One deep enough to show anyone respect in court, speaking as he came back up. \"Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto.\" The man spoke soft, in a meek tone. Had she been any further she might not have heard him. \n\nHis eyes focused on the woman's Mempo. It wasn't common for the scorpion to have one made in such fashion. Typically a Scorpions instinct was to hide their mouth, and sometimes the eyes along with it. To only cover your eyes meant one had confidence in mastering themselves, in the presence of others that was important. Yuto himself had not stressed nor relied upon the tradition, but he could read between the lines. \n\nNudging his arm, he motioned it to scratch behind the hares ears. Ones gaze never straying from the woman in front of him. Not bothering to grab or even look towards his Daisho. \"What do I owe the pleasure on such a desolate night?\" While keeping the same forbearing tone, the words possessed more base. Staring intently as if he eyed someone behind her."
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "Emika looked up from her bowing posture and smiled gently. Yuto's apparent affinity for animals and wildlife was intriguing to her, but she chose not to comment on it. Either he had trained them, or he had a personality that they took a preference to. She decided that it would be better to leave the guess work to her divinations later, rather than make a hasty assumption. \"Soshi, Emika. Shugenja of the family Soshi.\", she said in introduction, responding to his own by respectfully providing one of her own. \"I would have said the same thing, but the coins never steer me wrong. They said I would meet somebody interesting here, and so it seems I have.\", the Soshi woman remarked before brushing a rogue strand of hair out of her masked visage.\n\nWhile it was true, most Scorpions would choose a mask that covered their mouth, Emika had chosen hers as it only added to her exotic beauty and allowed the Fortunes to work freely if she ever chose to invoke the wind spirits into enhancing her already natural appeal. \"Besides, one can sit around the palace, waiting for something to do for so long before the need to walk and stretch one's legs takes precedent.\", Emika said with a hint of a cheerful ring to her tone. \n\nShe was not unhappy in this moment, the time to be dark and brooding was for when she was alone, and solitary. Thoughts of her deceased brother were absent in the here and now as she regarded the man with a rabbit in his arms. \"Bayushi, Tomura did say he would make sure my arrival was known.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Soshi Emika.. While the man expressed content in learning her name, he couldn't help but put similar faces. Having met two of the Soshi family once before, Junichi and Miyoko. Those two had not left a positive impression on the Magistrate, although he'd not judge the whole family based off two individuals. Yuto would observe her once more, Emika certainly carried herself dignified and without motive. Of course this was only the beginning of the first impression, thus he wouldn't be so swift in judgement. \n\nChuckling softly, the Vassal spoke: \"I suppose there's a first time for everything. Can hardly imagine myself interesting.\" Remaining humble he spoke gently. Not wanting to boast of himself, not that there was any honors to brag of. Though that could simply be his lack of self worth. Despite being a Vassal, he was placed at a high station. \"An honor to behold your greetings, Soshi-san, I am the Scorpion Clans Magistrate representative here in Ryoko-Owari-Toshi.\" \n\nHe informed the woman of his status, in case she'd have wondered why he addressed her as san and not sama. Despite his place as a Vassal, he was ascended to quite the rank. Regardless, he spoke humbly without arrogance or boast in his tone. Usually he'd have addressed all those of the four great families with sama, but due to a certain experience he no longer provided such a courtesy. \"There's no better place to loosen the body and strengthen the mind than that of our Gardens. A wise choice.\" \n\nOnce she mentioned Bayushi Tomura, he smiled. Seems those two have already met, perhaps becoming acquainted. He'd have given another bow, this time one that was apologetic. \"You'll have to forgive my ignorance. Had I known of your arrival, I'd have prepared your accommodations. Duty has left me with little time. How have you fared since arriving?\" He spoke with a hint of concern and worry, the man was truly compassionate."
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "Emika raised and lowered a hand gently in a dismissive manner. She was not at all concerned about the impromptu provisions and Tomura's aid in that department. \"Everything has been fine. Peaceful, even, which is odd. I imagined that I might be greeted with requests for various things, like divinations, and beseeching the Fortunes for the various blessings people seek.\", she remarked with an amused inflection to her tone. \"Not that I'd condemn anyone for laying those requests before me. As a Shugenja of the Soshi family, it is my duty. However, such talents shouldn't be used frivolously, like the skill of a swordsman. Time and place, would you not agree?\", Emika asked of Yuto with a grin now. It was time to see how his answer to her question reflected on his own character and set of virtues he kept.\n\nEmika then looked about the garden before her, not taking her eyes off of the Magistrate before her very long as she made a note to regard what he had said about a place for the body and mind. It seemed properly in balance, and perhaps there were a few spirits lingering about that contributed to the wellbeing of such a place. It would need further investigation. But, like she had questioned, time and place. Perhaps this might be the place to commune with various nature spirits, but as for the timing? It would take preparation and research, as well as a proper offering so as not to anger or insult them and cause more trouble than it did benefit. Curiousity was a valuable thing, but it could also be a danger to one's self if surrendered to blindly.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "His concerned expression faded once she assured him of her arrival. The Samurai was glad to see she wasn't overwhelmed upon being received, it's common for such a thing to happen. Scorpions were dedicated to their duty, often forgetting they themselves were humans. Underestimating their need for rest and clearance of the mind, Yuto himself was included in this. When she inquired, the man did nothing but nod in agreement. She'd find the Magistrate wasn't the most verbal. \n\nWith a soft breath, he turned slightly. Bending down to gently let the Hare out of his grasp. As it would run off into the gardens the moment it touched the grass. Standing back up to his full height, he concealed his arms in the shroud of the Haori worn. Keeping an appropriate distance between them, he gestured to speak: \n\"You seem quite enthusiastic to be present here in the city. The clan will certainly make good use of your talents, if you ever require a guide, I am able.\" \n\nHe did the kindness of offering his service, not finding her to be any suspicious. Had she truly trusted the fortunes, Soshi Emika, in this moment didn't seem to possess ulterior motive. Yuto could tell when someone was lying, and this wasn't one of those times. \n\"Have you paid visit to any of the temples?\" \nHe inquired softly, wanting to learn more about her, without being obvious."
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"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "\"Not recently. I was spending time with my family before my arrival here. During my travels here, I blessed a small family shrine with my prayers and presence... But you are correct, I was pretty eager to make my presence known.\", Emika assured Yuto with a soft nod of her head. The motion caused the bells on the edges of her mask's cheek portions to chime.\n\n\"Nothing is gained with idle hands. We must work hard, and prove fruitful if our dreams are to be realized.\", Emika then added. It seemed like a thought she had spent much time meditating on. Perhaps a training mantra literally beaten into her during her time in the Dojo. \"So, with that in mind. I am prepared to contribute to whatever cause you may have me to.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "She blessed a small shrine with her with her prayers and presence.. Could that have been a hint of how she saw herself? Yuto wasn't foreign to knowing Shugenja could see themselves on a fabricated plateau, though he wouldn't jump to judging the woman as arrogant. He gave a pleasant nod instead, enjoying the sound of her masks decorations. Bells huh? Were the gentle chimes meant to announce the Soshi's presence wherever she ventured? Most favored discretion, and while Emika seemed traditional, that was quite a standout. \n\n\"Your visitation to a humble shrine will have surely been appreciated by the local Heimin.\" \nHe spoke to compliment her before listening once more. The Magistrate was content with the woman's presence, not finding her irritable or monotonous. Rather he viewed the Shugenja as a book, taking in all its aspects beyond the mere words inscribed into it. Her true nature was yet to be seen, though he did not believe her speech wasn't genuine. \n\n\"Your words are very percipient, Soshi-san. You'll find in this city that idle hands are rare among the other Great Clans. Our hands must move with finesse and cunning if we're to overcome the ensuing impediments.\" \nHe chose to be deft with his words. While this was her first impression of the Rokugo, this was not the vassals typical behavior. Though he deemed to make this a constant. His mind soon saw opportunity in the woman, already seeing opportunity within her presence here. \n\n\"Until further arrangements are made, I would be delighted to have your company within the temple district of the city. Due to my obligations I've not yet been able to show my respects to the Kami and the Fortunes. Having one more experienced in such fields would provide much solace.\" \nHe inquired of the woman. Yuto was not a spiritual man, but in recent times he seemed to desire the fortunes favor. Feeling as though he needed it to succeed, this was not a common thing for him to feel."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "A faint shuffle and rustle of silk was the nonverbal cue that Tori needed to address her mistress. Kaori froze, the opium pipe nearly to the lamp, and glared at the hapless woman who bowed meekly before her. \"Speak.\"\n\n\"Mistress, it is only to inform you that a woman of the Lion is here and seems intent on seeing you. She is cleaning herself off now, but I saw her studying the sword racks and her eyes lingered upon yours. When the proprietor asked if she required a private pool she declared she would find her own and my suspicions were roused.\"\n\nThe little Scorpion slammed her pipe back into its box irritably. \"Rot her eyes. Very well, do not attempt to stop her.\" \n\nOne of the Lion would probably not cause trouble in a bath house but Kaori lifted her hand to check the hairpins were still there, sharp enough to mark any who sought violence. Tori blew out the lamp and snapped shut the box, gathering the apparatus up and whisking it from the room. While the drugs were perfectly reasonable given her arm's condition Kaori was very sensitive to the appearance of weakness, and even more sensitive to the reputation of Scorpion interests. Such things could not be. No Lion would catch Kaori in such a position. \n\nShe adjusted her pose before the Lion arrived, sliding to the shallow end of the pool so she was exposed from the hips up and reclining gracefully back. Let the Lion see her, the reaction would be useful. \n\nHer eyes nearly closed, she waited, a picture of nubile vulnerability, for her uninvited guest. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "valvren",
"message": "The minutes rolled by and, as anticipated, a woman's form would soon pass into the room. The Lion stood only just taller than the average Rokugani woman by a few inches at a glance but she was broad and well-muscled. Her hair was tied up and messily bound within a bun by a long strip of faded yellow ribbon and the front of her hair was cut short to only an inch or so of length. She had a wide jaw to match her broad frame and scarring littered her body. One would certainly not mistake her for a shugenja or courtier, with those scars the woman was clearly a bushi. \n\nOn her face she had two, the elder nearly bisected her face diagonally while a second, shallower but pinker and more recent, lay over the bones around her right eye. Above her right hip, along her side, a thick dark scar ran for easily a hands length. There were a series of smaller scars along her arms from glancing blows barely dodged or weapons redirected and a few similar cuts along her thighs. Dragging down the side her left hip to her thigh were the scars of raking claw marks from an animal or worse it was hard to say. The muscle in the top of the woman's left shoulder seemed to pinch back and divit down unnaturally, the edges of silvery red-purple scarring there just visible indicating an old but serious wound that lay over her shoulder. The shape looked like flesh had been excised. The most prominent of the woman's scars though would tell Kaori more than any other battle wound. Marring the skin between the woman's small but plump breasts, resting over where the woman's heart would lay, was a brand of the Matsu mon.\n\nHotaru looked out at the Scorpion behind warm, golden-brown eyes, her orbs rolling over the woman's flesh in assessment as she leisurely padded her way to the edge of the pool, naked as the day she was born. Her gaze lingered longest on the wound of her arm, assessing the damage she had heard had crippled the limb. Hotaru's gaze would break to watch her feet as she stepped into the onsen, being careful of the slick stones. The Matsu bushi would sink down across the pool from Kaori before she spoke. \n\n\"I am Matsu Hotaru. You are Bayushi Kaori-san yes?\" She asked, there was a curiosity to her gaze though her tone was level."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Kaori took great pain in her own complexion, shielding herself from the sun whenever possible and scrubbing calluses from her hands with pumice, but she was not unmarked by her cruel profession. Her biceps showed the worst and freshest, darkly purple and apt to bruise when Moshi Kana forced her through certain exercises, but she had been marked at elbow where armor was thin and hip where a parry had not gone fully through. Her oldest and deepest scar was hidden by her thick dark hair which piled up in a great dark mound above her ears. When feet scuffed on the stones she deigned to open a single eye, determined not to allow this invader to spoil her relaxation. \n\nThis affect was spoiled regardless by the sheer physicality of her tub mate and she reacted quite visibly, sizing up this great brute. She'd always heard that Matsu women took trolls for lovers when they fancied a brisk bit of exercise but she'd never given it credence before now. \n\n\"Matsu-san, you have guessed correctly,\" She said. Her wounded arm was supported by a ledge, which doubtless advertised her identity to any in the know. \"I am that samurai-ko. I would rise to greet you but the towel is so very far to reach.\"\n\nA bit of insolence, the towel was within easy reach, but nothing out of character. She'd build a reputation of having many thorns beneath her tongue, would it be polite to spare a stranger now?\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"Ah, far be it from me to inconvenience you so, Bayushi-san\" Amusement laced the woman's voice. Hotaru damn well knew her presence was likely already 'inconveniencing' the Scorpion woman. She didn't really care, not that much at least, curiosity had her by the reigns in this endeavor.\n\n\"I was sad to miss the bouts of the Crane's recent staring contest when I learned that swords had actually been drawn for once. I was intrigued when I heard a cripple had seconded the contest. Impressed when I heard it was with their off-hand.\" Hotaru's words were biting, but the amusement still held in her tone, and her gaze was clearly measuring Kaori's reaction. The Lion was laid back, relaxed, and there was a sense that she was more probing the Scorpion's sensitivities rather than being joyously malicious."
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I am no cripple,\" Kaori snapped without thinking, regretting the outburst immediately. *Is it her physicality that makes me uneasy? I am not the most dangerous creature in this room, am I so easily frightened?*\n\nNo, the Lion had touched a sore spot. \"Cripples do not defeat the sound,\" She explained more calmly. \"I shall regain my strength before the summer is over, no cripple can say as much. I am inconvenienced, and temporarily, nothing more.\" \n\nShe shifted in her seat, sending ripples across the water. \"Unorthadoxy can be as lethal as skill, and when your arm is tied down not even a Crane can sneer when you break with traditional draws. I was fortunate, I should not have achieved so much if I as sound. But I am surprised that the Lion passed on the chance to show the scions of Kakita that history is a lesson, not a fetish.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "valvren",
"message": "In truth, Hotaru did not see the woman as a cripple, only a fool would, the reaction to the word amused her though. There was a grin that split the Lion's face at Kaori's emotive reaction. It was a sharp thing, that reached the Matsu's eyes, it portrayed a sense that the Lion felt they had won something with Kaori's reaction. And, in a sense, Hotaru had. She knew now a weakness if she ever needed one to exploit. The Scorpion across from her didn't like to be seen as *Weak*. \n\nThat incessant grin did not leave the Matsu's face as Kaori tried to turn the conversation back on the Lion. \"A chance perhaps, but one that gains us little in the grand scheme of things. There was nothing to be won on that front. No land, no koku. Perhaps that is why we did not participate? There was simply nothing to gain.\" A lie. Hotaru was not sure if the rest of her clans' lack of showing in the Kakita tournament had shared her own reasoning, but the sentiments she uttered were not why *She* Had not participated. So the answer she gave the Scorpion was a lie. A lie that she did not believe to be wholly untrue, but it was a lie nonetheless."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"And no chance of honor lost either,\" Kaori didn't like the smile, it was far too pleased. \"What do you call it? Charging the other direction? I heard that your best chose the poetry contest instead. There was much honor gained on that field I'm sure.\"\n\nWithout her drugs she was as ill mannered as a snapping turtle. Her arm was throbbing horribly after Kana's exercises. Forcing herself to break off her remarks before they grew personal she slid sideways and sank up to her neck in blissfully hot water. That was better. \"Was it the arm that gave me away, or the face?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "The grin did not falter, though Hotaru did allow some of its edge to fade. She wondered if the Scorpion knew that had been her. Perhaps no honor *Had* Been gained regardless, but honor had not been the point, not for Hotaru. Poetry was a hobby, one she enjoyed, and it had taken up time she otherwise would have been lamenting over not being able to compete in the clashing of swords. The restraint was necessary though, and she understood that.\n\n\"Neither yet both I suppose. I only had your description second hand and hearsay is often misleading. What gave you away were your habits. I doubt there are many by your description that visit the bath house as regularly and consistantly as you do. Truly you were not that difficult to track down.\" She would let the scorpion have that information for free."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"No one in this city bathes as often as they should,\" Kaori sighed. \"Indeed, it is a filthy place, all dust and river-stink. One must bathe daily at least to be at ease in one's own skin.\" \n\nShe stirred the water with her fingertip idly. \"Were I governor I would make such things mandatory. March them into the river at spear-point if necessary, to ensure a wholesome and healthsome population. But somehow I do not think my talents will take me into politics. Do you serve the Lion in the political arena? I do not think those muscles are for intimidating courtiers but your noble clan has been rather unorthadox of late and I would be delighted to watch you looming over that inbred Crane boy.\" \n\nHer perpetual smirk grew wider at the mental thought of Adohiro quailing in the Matsu's shadow. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"Your descriptor lacks specificty, all Crane are inbread\" Hotaru chuckles, the movement of her chest sending ripples across the water's surface.\n\nHotaru's expression settles into an easy, relaxed smile. She lounges back against the wall of the pool, her arms resting outstreatched and open along the pool's edge, her legs outstretched in front of her, the ankles crossed. Shes clearly made herself comfortable and seems rather unconcerned as she answered Kaori's question.\n\n\"I do not serve my clan as a courtier. I have little patience for squabbling that could be more simply resolved with a blade.\" The statement was true. Kaori's assumption was incorrect though, her muscles *Were* For intimidation. She had averted more conflicts than she caused by appearing to be dangerous, any lessor agitators rethinking engagement with the intimidating woman before blades were even drawn. Such a demenor *Was* Thuggish, but Hotaru could not deny it's affectiveness. Her appearance and the reputation of the Matsu as beserkers did much for her in terms of projecting an image that greatly differed from how she fought. Misdirection was a favoured tactic of hers.\n\n\"I serve my clan as a soldier, my role in the city to bolster the Embassy's ashigaru for any required defence of the Taisa or Ambassador, should it be required. I've been very bored, summer cannot arrive sooner.\" Hotaru laments."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Scorpion grunted. \"Well, if you are here to challenge me to some sort of spar or duel, I am afraid I would be a sore disappointment. I do not spar casually, and my arm would preclude any sort of a duel for the next few months at least by which time our masters would find an excuse to call off the affair. Besides, I would rather not quarrel with the Lion. We have shared rivals that would be a far better target for our energies.\" \n\nShe wiped a lock of hair from her forehead. As a troubleshooter who sometimes hacked trouble to bits instead of shooting it, she appreciated it when other samurai were direct with her. She had enough on her plate without playing games. Her best defense was her silly, pompous reputation. \"I have the honor of bearing a Lion-forged No Dachi, and I look forward to wielding it in the summer to come. Perhaps when my arm is healed we can do a few test cuts out in the fields.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"You are the second Scorpion I have met now that has a preference for nodachi.\" Hotaru mused. \n\nIt was a pity the woman did not casually spar. Hotaru did not fear live steel, but she did respect it and had a keen understanding that accidents would happen when sparring with steel that were less likely than with bokken. The promise of a challenge though weighed heavily against her duty to be in a fit condition for the clan as they needed her. Perhaps circumstance would smile on her in the future and an opportunity might arise where a clash of steel could be organised with little repercussion should things go wrong. She could only hope.\n\n\"I would not be opposed to live steel, though the arrangement of such a test may be contingent on forces outside of me. I will admit to disgruntlment, but I can respect a woman who spars as one fights wars, with cold steel and the risk of death. It is a sentiment that appeals to me, though duty tempers when I may draw my blade for combat.\" She noted with a dispassioned sigh, dropping one of her arms to settle atop the water, running her fingers gently back and forth through the liquid, sending soft ripples across the pool's surface.\n\n\"It is my hope, come summer, that my clan is drawing blades to the throat of the Unicorn once more. I think though, perhaps, your previous master's understimated the animosity between our clans. We would have warred again soon enough, had the Scorpion not intervened. Now politics are left messy, where once a clear path lay, now the water is murky with blood. When I heard of the deciet I was grossly dissapointed.\" Hotaru was curious over how other Scorpion viewed the incident."
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "A most impressive snort rose from the Bayushi's dainty nose. \"Oh, that. An unfortunate thing, truly, young and hungry samurai eager to serve our clan. They acted without our knowledge. One of those ideas that sounds good when you are deep in your cups, you understand. Rest assured, I knew nothing of such things. False flag operations are the first things suspected when anything happens among multiple clans like this.\" \n\nShe smirked. \"I have better ways to make things happen. Had I been consulted there would have been many more dead Unicorn, and no chance of the Lion being offended. Indeed, I would have invited your bravest warriors to work alongside us, as a way to build rapport between our two clans.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "valvren",
"message": "A deep chuckle rose from Hotaru's chest, large ripples gliding across the water in response. There in an edge in her tone of her voice, the glint in her eye and the crease of her smile. The edge spoke to violence, though her words clearly indicated the sentiments werent for the Scorpion. \n\n\"I would have seen the same had I the chance. Instead I walked the lands in the wake of the attack, escourting my Taisa's Karo who's family reside within the region. Your clan's upstarts have greatly complicated matters. An alliance would have been a certain thing before the attack, I would think. Now we await word if the koku thrown our way will satisfy the Daimyo, or if we must reassess who our alies in Ryoko Owari are. The situation is.. *Unfortunate*, though I am holding out hope that something can be salvaged. Neither of us want to see the Unicorn control the city.\" Hotaru practically spat out the last words, as if the mere thought of the Unicorn controling Ryoko Owari made her sick. Her contempt for the Unicorn a clearly palpable thing."
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"In my experience, people in power do not like to meddle with the status quo,\" Kaori said thoughtfully. \"If we are able to make a demonstration of good faith, your clan and mine working together...\" \n\nHer eyes narrowed and she gave the door a pro forma glance. \"Do you believe it is better to ask forgiveness than permission? Because if you are serious about your desire to unite against the Unicorn, I think we could make something happen that would benefit everyone. I speak not of things we *Should* Do, but merely speculate aloud without making any kind of proposition, you understand? I am suggesting no course of action at this time.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "Hotaru's lips pinched in consideration and her eyes sharpened. \"I have no qualms over talk Scorpion, particularly were we to speculate to the Unicorn's detriment. They will hear no talk of such considerations from me, but I will warn I have great respect for my Taisa, and I would not act without his grace.\" Hotaru had no qualms using misdirection or even lying to those she was not loyal to, but the Matsu soldier was dutiful and it would take much to budge her from such a position.\n\nThere were layers perhaphs, to read into the Lion's words. Hotaru did not seem like one who would just talk of action yet have no intention to follow through. Then there was the mention of the Taisa. The Taisa and not the Ambassador or both was an interesting distinction, perhaps is spoke to a closer relationship? Or hinted at the military holding control in the embassy? The exact nature of the distinction was hard to discern without follow-up. There was that comment though *Not acting without his grace*, a sense there that the bushi, who presented as nothing more than a foot-soldier before her, perhaps was comfortable enough to bring up such topics to a clear superior. \n\nThen there was the frankness of the woman. Matsu Hotaru may not like politics, but she clearly had the capacity to play at it. The woman was a strange mix of blunt, violent meathead and something else.. Cunning perhaps? At the very least, the woman was certainly intelligent."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "There was a lot in the Lion's words to drink up, Kaori mused on them as she sank back in the hot water. Was Hotaru telling her who the real power behind the local Lion was? Or implying that the Lion Ambassador did not speak with the full confidence of her clan? \n\nThere was certainly a sense of open speech. Kaori was certain that anything she said to this woman would find its way to high ears. Indeed, as a source of indirect contact, Hotaru might be invaluable. \n\n\"How do you find the edge of your sword after such a long winter?\" She asked, seeming to change the subject but her tone implied otherwise. \"I always make a practice of testing my blade when the last of the spring damp has been chased from the air. Would you and perhaps a few of your associates be interested in a little cutting party once summer has officially begun? My arm should be in form once more and I could finally test the magnificent gift you delivered to us.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "valvren",
"message": "That confident grin returned, \"A dulled edge is unfit for purpose and does not weather reapeated summers. Winter may not be for war, but a blade should still remain sharp throughout.\" Hotaru kept her skills sharp throughout the year. It benefited her duties as a yojimbo to keep her instincts honed throughout the courts of winter, it gave her an edge of those that overconfidantly let their skills wane with the seasons. \n\n\"And I have never known any of my brethren that do not enjoy a good party, though it is unknown if we will have prior engagments already on the calender.\" Hotaru could give no certainties. She held interest, and she had no doubt that her clan would want to consider an opportunity, but such decisions were above her. She and her brethran at the embassy were left to the whims of the Lion Daimyo and where they desired the Lion's great armies to be applied. So far, no decision on that front had been made as far as Hotaru was aware."
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I shall be sure to pick a good date. And I shall prevail upon the local prisons to find us some good subjects for our tests.\" The Scorpion spoke of human lives with no outward sign of concern. \"We shall make something of a picnic out of it, if you like. All bushi, none of the sensitive artists should be encouraged to attend.\" \n\nShe wiped her face, the heat of the bath was making her sweat. \"Perhaps a bit of friendly competition could also be inspired. I shall consider ideas. Do you think there would be healthy interest from your contingent?\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "Hotaru huffed in amusement. \"It would depend on the crimes I would think. My clansmen are not butchers and the preferred game is typically less intelligent. A band of bandits though or ronin plauging traders and locals would be far easier a sell.\" \n\nHotaru herself had no qualms cutting down prisoners for sport provided they were given a sword. Their lives were given to the fortunes at that point and it would be their luck and the grace of the Kami to survive such an ordeal. But Hotaru was aware that not all her clanmen would be amenable to the idea. Give them noble purpose though, direct them towards bandits or ronin plauging the lands and they would be far more amenable to a violent end of things."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Scorpion shrugged. \"If mercy is your concern, then fear not. Cutting games are the most merciful of deaths. Have you never seen someone hanged before? And that is the death most prisoners long for. I knew a lord once who was downright macabe in his executions, always striving to outdo himself from one day to the next. He seldom had to execute someone, but his whole village would turn out to watch each time. The lesson has always stuck with me.\" \n\nShe scratched her jaw absently. \"I will not describe them here, in this place of relaxation, but perhaps when you come to the cutting party I will tell you of some of his methods. He *Did* Claim that most of them were pioneered by the Lion, for dealing with Crane prisoners, but that may have been mere speculation. I was a little distracted when he said that.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"Mercy is not my concern, no. I am more pointing out that I am not overly familiar with many of the other warriors within the embassy. At least not in respect to their sensibilities around punishment. I will enquire and see if there is interest outside myself.\" Hotaru noted.\n\n\"Would there be many Scorpion of interest in such an event?\" Hotaru was curious as to the number Kaori believed would be interested on the Scorpion's side of things."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "She shrugged. \"Rokugo Yuto is eager to do his duty as a Magistrate, I am sure he will join. There are several others who will come out (npcs). That would probably be all for the bushi. I can't speculate as to anyone else. Call it half a dozen Scorpion? Plus guards of course to actually manage the prisoners, and some servants... Maybe two dozen, all told, in addition to any Lion you bring.\" \n\nThe water rippled as she swirled her hand under the water. \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "Hotaru nods along, absorbing the logistics. \"A good number then. There are a handful I have served alongside that are here and would have interest. I will enquire with the others though and see what numbers I can rally. Is there a place of residence where I might send a letter to inform you? Or shall I impose myself upon you again and visit while you bathe?\" The Lion's lips were peaked in amusement, she clearly much preferred the second option, as her lazily wandering eyes might have otherwise indicated."
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The little Scorpion snorted indelicately. \"I usually do not discuss anything so mundane in the baths. Letters addressed to the Bayushi manor will find me. This is my sanctuary, not my office.\" \n\nWith that implied reprimand she settled back in the water up to her neck once more. \"If you would visit me here, bring something more interesting next time. News of how Akodo Akechi fares, for instance. That handsome young bushi is becoming quite the celebrity, isn't he?\"\n\n ||"
},
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"Oh? Has the suave Lion caught the Scorpion's eye per chance?\" Hotaru's tone was conspiratorial, her lips crooked into an intrigued grin.\n\nIn truth, she had spent little time with the Akodo. From what she knew of him, he was skilled, charming and had a love affair for geisha."
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"As the city's loveliest flower, I like to keep tabs on the most elligible bachelor,\" Kaori said with a straight face. Her mutilated face had long ago precluded her from being mentioned in any terms of beauty, she firmly believed. \"Just so the gossips don't catch me by surprise. After all, people *Do* Like to imagine relationships where none exist.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"Ha, that they do. They would be poorly informed gossips i would think though, to presume that Akodo-san has such interests at all. I believe he solidly falls into the wedge of us that would prefer death in the line of duty over marriage\" Hotaru chuckles deeply. \"I can see why people might hope otherwise though. It is undeniable the pair of you would likely spit out some beautiful children.\" \n\nHotaru did think the other woman was beautiful, scars included. Whether Kaori thought the Lion was pulling her leg with the comment or believed that Hotaru actually found her attractive would be up to her own interpretation."
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Scars didn't carry over. Kaori knew she was one of the most beautiful women in the city before she stopped a crossbow bolt with her face, and even now if she wore half a mask she could still stop traffic at fifty paces. She preened at the Matsu's compliment. \"Yes, they would be gorgeous, wouldn't they?\" She asked. \"But I think I will settle down to raise babies only when the Scorpion has no further need of my other talents.\"\n\nShe could imagine herself enjoying a semi-retirement, teaching the art of the sword at the Deathdealer academy, raising her children in those hills... Yes, it would be lovely. But somehow she didn't see the dashing Lion beside her in that image.\n\n\"Well, at any rate, it will be a good way to spend the summer,\" She giggled. \n\n ||"
},
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"I echo your sentiments on children. I think there are a great many of us women that would much prefer to continue service to our clans through just our blades.\" The Matsu lamented in agreement. \"But yes, such plans sound like a pleasant begining to the summer.\" She nods.\n\nThe Matsu shifts in the water. \"Well, I will admit to being pleased to have had my suspicions confirmed. You are an interesting woman Bayushi-san and I can appreciate the clear skill you have. As much as I am enjoying myself in these baths, I feel it is only polite to leave you to you peace.\" The Lion is clearly rising from the water with intent to leave."
},
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Fortunes keep you,\" Kaori waved a hand languidly. \"Be well, Matsu-san. I shall send you word when I have more information regarding our cutting party.\" \n\nShe closed her eyes as the water swirled, basking in the heat like a happy, sweaty lizard. \n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "There was magic in the air this time of day. \n \nIt did not manifest every day, but it was present today. The gloaming was just setting in, the sky losing its last glow of rosy daylight and taking on the gentle hues of amethyst night. The Scorpion Gardens were peaceful, as they so often were, punctuated only occasionally by the roar or call of an animal in the menagerie. But, the nearer one came to the bath house, the more distant those sounds became until they faded away completely. Traversing the winding paths carried one closer to the gentle sounds of water, rustling leaves. \n\nSituated somewhere among the most popular bathing pools, in a small pavilion and ensconced by sheer drapes undulating in the faint breeze, was the little Scorpion songstress. Her songs were soft, unobtrusive, just loud enough to be heard but not so much as to disrupt one's relaxation. The music spoke of calm evenings, moonlight, and contentment. ||Perform 4—Pipa||\n\nThis was an important duty to her. If she could provide but some small measure of enjoyment and comfort to those visiting, it meant she fulfilled one of her duties, and as it was well known, duty, to a Scorpion, was everything. \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "There was not just magic in the air, but good fortune and the promise of prosperity to come.\n\nThe trip to Ryoko Owari heading north along the River of Gold was pleasant enough, save when they passed the Howling Fields. But that was eased when the boat came alongside Shiro no Shosuro, and the scent of the myriad flowers drifted through the air to calm the mind and reinvigorate the spirit.\n\nIt was necessary, because disembarking at Ryoko Owari Toshi had been a devil of a time. Docking, unloading, ensuring everything was in order and was going to be handed off to the right personnel was important. The exchange of koku, however, was something that Yoritomo Sadao was not present for, it was of course beneath of a samurai's station. Instead, he had made his way to this bathhouse, in an effort to get away from noises and smells and to have his clothing properly laundered, and himself cleansed.\n\nAfter changing into the modest bathing attire that was provided, the young fellow would find his way to an unoccupied section. A bucket and grit were provided for him to scrub off the sweat and grime that always accompanied sailing.\n\nIt seemed, for the moment, that he had little reaction to the music. He seemed more intent on getting himself properly bathed before allowing time for enjoyment."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Biased opinion of the musician aside, Yoritomo would find no finer establishment. The bathing robes were of the softest linen, the abrasive ground fine, and the water of perfect temperature, regardless as to what one's preference may be. Servants moved about silently and efficiently, ready to see to the needs of visitors whether they required refreshment or therapeutic or grooming attentions. \n\nKeen ears heard the splashing of someone bathing, but Kotori let her song continue to its natural end. Behind the obscuring curtains, the little Scorpion plucked on string quietly, making a minute adjustment to a tuning peg and further trying to determine if the sounds were originating from the men's or women's section. It sounded like the men's side. She waited still under those sounds ceased and it seemed probable the visitor was approaching the pools.\n\n\"Good evening, oji-sama. Shall I continue to play for you, or would you prefer silence? I am also skilled in conversation, should you rather.\" Her voice was soft and sweet, pleasing to the ear. Her performance was not limited merely to her instrument.\n\n\"If you require anything at all, please tell one of the *Sansuke* And We shall see it done.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "The necessities were completed before it was time for relaxation. Proper scrubbing, hair washing, combing out, and shaving. All of it was done in a slow, ritualistic fashion. Sadao had to look his best, dressed or undressed.\n\nWhen the voice came from behind the curtains, such tones were not surprising. However, the greeting was. \"Please, -san will do, okusan.\" His voice was clear and full, and deeper than one would expect from somebody of his particular countenance. \"But it has been some time since I was privy to such music. Please continue, though I would converse as well, if you would do either or both.\"\n\nThis wasn't a house where he could let his *On* Down, and worse, he was in a vulnerable spot and trusting only in the safety that the Scorpion would provide. He would not let that daunt him, however. May as well enjoy what the establishment had to offer.\n\n\"It is known throughout the land that the Shosuro grow the most pleasant and beautiful flowers, save the chrysanthemum. Do you have any oils or extracts this one may use for upkeep?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Of course, oji—\" There was just a slight pause, and a playful, teasing note in her voice as she finished, \"—*San.*\" \n\nThe moment the request had been made, one of the numerous attendants vanished into a small store room, returning in short order with a box of small glass bottles and vials. Each was carefully labeled and contained a different perfume oil of the highest grade, from the more feminine scents of peony and rose to the more masculine of cedarwood and patchouli and everything in between. \n\nAs evening settled in and stars began to prick through the velvet sky, a veritable army of servants made rounds to light the dozens of lanterns throughout the garden. A warm but unobstrusive glow soon illuminated the bath house grounds, adding to the soothing atmosphere.\n\nNimble fingers moved across the strings of her pipa, beginning a new song. This song conjured up night-blooming flowers, a secret world awakening only when the mundanity of daily existence had been lulled to sleep. It was the laughter found among friends over fine wine, the sweet teasing whisper in one's ear from a lover.\n\n\"Are you a resident of Our fair city, oji-san, or are you a traveler?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Behind the curtains, Sadao's conversational companion could not see him smile. In due course, though, as scents and oils were brought out, he began to apply them to himself, and to his very long, just-cleaned hair, combing it out as well to allow the oils to permeate and soften his hair.\n\nHe didn't look up as the stars began to sparkle in the sky, but he was impressed at just how swift and efficient the personnel were in lighting the lanterns. Such discipline was to be commended. Perhaps he'd even write about it.\n\nThe song, the scents, the steam, the atmosphere... It was more than enough to put one off one's edge. But this was the sort of thing he'd been trained for. His home could likely rival this Scorpion establishment, but he wouldn't say so until he knew it was true, or if the time was right. He was used to thick air and steam.\n\n\"Ahh, this one comes from far away, okusan. I take it you are a resident, or the patrons of this place would have earned their reputation to have you play for them. What talented personage is this one conversing with?\""
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "A heavily accented voice drifted out through the bathhouse, singing it's own melody as a tall and slim Utaku prepared himself for bathing.\n\nHe'd woken this morning and noticed stubble, prompting him to ask himself how long it has been since he shaved. After all, he wasn't a complete stranger to facial hair after his time in Medinaat Al-Salaam, but it grew in slowly and even stubble took some time to mar his boyish features.\n\n\"I just want to, I just want to know\nIf you're going to, if you want to stay\nI just have to, I just have to know\nI couldn't have it any other way.\"\n\nBrushing the filth before he stepped out to enter the bathhouse\n\n\"My Lady, follow me down to the ripti-\"\n\nOh.\n\nHe wasn't alone.\n\nCoughing briefly, the Unicorn shugenja gave an apologetic cough as he entered the water and above.\n\n\"-Sama.\" He said sheepishly to the other man, a thick accent, lighter hair and darker skin on the wiry young man betraying him as a Unicorn. \"My apologies for disturbing you. Please ignore this one.\""
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Music, conversation, and now song? This was looking to be a most exciting evening after all. Sadao was, at least, happy to have a modesty cloth. He waved a hand dismissively at the humble apology.\n\n\"Kinishinaide, samurai-san,\" He said evenly, the comfortable setting, casual demeanor, and the fact that he literally let his hair down allowing for a more casual exchange in his mind. \"There is nothing to forgive, and room for many.\" He'd let their mysterious musician offer the house's services and all. It wasn't *His* Duty to tell the newcomer to enjoy what the bathhouse had to offer.\n\nHe also bore a light brown hue to his skin, being from the Islands of Silk and Spice after all. He kept combing his hair, as there was so much, and he wanted to make sure the scents would saturate."
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"Oh Sorry. This one is Utaku Takeda. Shugenja in the Iuchi Traditions.\" Takeda bowed, but hesitated first, perhaps mistakenly wondering whether the other man's brown skin made him a Unicorn and this susceptible to a handshake.\n\nThe Shugenja lowered himself into the water slowly, his nostrils flaring in a slight sigh as he did so.\n\n\"Ashkurukum ealaa khidmatikum 'arwah alma' almubaraka\" He remarked softly with some degree of reverence, leaning back and closing his eyes.\n\n*Oh this is nice...*"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Already in a sitting position for the purposes of soaking, all Sadao could do was give a slight bow in response to the Utaku fellow. \n\n\"This one is Yoritomo Sadao, and is honored to be in the presence of one that speaks with the kami.\"\n\nHe went quiet after the fellow started making weird noises, though, and was happy to just listen to the ambient music."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Please allow me to welcome you to Ryoko Owari Toshi, oji-san. I am newly arrived myself.\" The feminine voice was a pleasant compliment to the smooth notes of song, the musician adjusting the volume of voice or instrument for maximum efficiency and appeal. \n\nThe little Scorpion had just opened her mouth to give the artfully spoken visitor her name when something else arrested her attentions. While she could see only the vaguest shadows and shapes through the thin curtains, Kotori heard another voice sounding from the bath house. There was something familiar about the sound of it, a voice she had heard before yet could not immediately place. And she was certain song had been present the first time she had heard it, though its volume then had been much softer, almost carried on the exhale of breath. She did not quite catch his first name, but a surname was the more important anyway.\n\n\"It is my pleasure to welcome you to this bathhouse, Utaku-sama.\" She continued to play, keeping the tune low and gentle so not to disrupt their conversation, mulling over the name of the newcomer as she did.\n\nUtaku-sama...\n\n...Wait, Utaku-sama? Utaku Takeda! \n\nA smile rose unbidden to her lips. He had been a pleasant fellow during their encounters, and to know he was her pleased her greatly, albeit secretly. Unable to resist the urge of just a little playful teasing, she decided to withhold her name, at least for now. \n\n\"If either of Our esteemed guests should desire tea or sake, please only say the word. As you see, We pride ourselves on seeing to the comfort of Our guests.\" \n\nOne song slipped seamlessly into another. For now, she would wait and listen. \n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"A pleasure to meet you Yoritomo-sama.\" The Unicorn gave the Mantis a smile and a nod, speaking softly. \"I hear it is good luck to see a Mantis out on the water and I thank you for your company.\"\n\nRelaxing, Takeda wondered how long it had been since he had done the traditional Rokugani bath like this.\n\nIt was then another voice pierced the veil of his thoughts and, had anyone been paying attention, they would have seen the Shugenja jump just a little in surprise.\n\n*Right. Scorpion baths. Of course we aren't alone.*\n\n\"Thank you for the hospitality, Oh...\" Takeda paused.\n\nHe hadn't got a name. And the idea of a curtain to obscure meant that the voice had no intention of telling.\n\nAnd it would be rude to ask.\n\n\"Lady of the Bathhouse-sama?\" He ventured, resigned to the fact he probably got that wrong and at least one Scorpion or two would let him know about it."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "*Lady of the Bathhouse-sama?*\n\nThe girlish smile and silent giggle that comment earned were lovely by almost any standard, but were not considered to be very proper. Thankfully Kotori was well shielded behind the concealing veils of the pavilion. Another song began, a lighthearted, almost frolicking bit of fun of a summer day spent along the shore. \n\n\"Forgive my jest by withholding my name, Utaku-sama, Yoritomo-san. Your humble performer is Bayushi Kotori. It is my pleasure to serve you.\" There was no malice in her voice, no mockery. \n\n\"Were you also out traveling, Utaku-sama?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "The Mantis had now met a Unicorn and a Scorpion within these boundaries. All was as it should be in the world. Finishing combing his hair, he began to pull it up, and tied it off into a thick topknot with some that hung just past the nape of his neck.\n\n\"Fortunes bless our meetings, then, minna-san. A privilege and a pleasure both.\" There was a pause as the Yoritomo gave a little thought, before saying, \"This late in the day, tea would be unwise. Sake would be welcome, please.\" A little something to wind down with, instead of caffeinate.\n\n\"Might this one dare as to inquire the local rumors or, heavens forbid, gossip? This one does not wish to impugn the honor of any samurai, oh no, but one always hears things.\""
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "What followed the Lady of the Bathhouse revealing herself as Kotori was the sound of a man drowning on dry land.\n\nTakeda went as red as the crimson of the Scorpions mon.\n\n*Oh. I am never living this down*\n\nThank everything that was holy for the Mantis, who gave him at least a brief respite to recenter himself.\n\n\"Ah, unfortunately not my expertise Yoritomo-sama. I seem to be busy either at the bazaar or in the dojo.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The *Sansuke* Which served at the baths could well have been trained as shinobi, so quick and silent were they in the execution of their tasks.\n\nSupposing, of course, shinobi actually existed. \n\nSuch was the case of the attendant who appeared now with a small tray, upon which sat a glazed sake carafe and two matching cup. The young man placed the tray at the edge of the bathing pool, bowing deeply before vanishing back into the gloaming.\n\n\"As I am but recently arrived in the city, I can offer little in the way of hearsay, Yoritomo-san. There was a rather impressive and equally well attended sparring match between the Magistrate of my clan, and one Shinjo Temujin. Utaku Takeda-sama was the... Is judge the correct term? I know nothing of the martial arts, I confess. A thousand apologies for my ignorance.\" \n\nThankfully, the little Scorpion had an impressive repertoire of songs. Hearing that the Mantis wished for calm, she adapted her music quickly but smoothly. Gentle, soothing, relaxing. Slow, mellow notes.\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "No rumors? What a disappointment. Sadao's gossip gland will have to stay dormant. The Mantis nodded his head ever-so-slightly in regard to the servant, offering respect appropriate to someone of the lower classes.\n\nCarefully, he poured a cup for the Utaku, and one for himself. He examined the bottle a moment later, studying the pottery, and moreso, the glaze. He dealt in lacquer, and he *Knew* Lacquer. He wanted to admire the work.\n\n\"One can hear all sorts of things at the bazaar. Do the Utaku accompany the Ide in the merchant districts?\" A dangerous question, with implications that skirt the line of propriety for a samurai being seen engaging in commerce.\n\nFortunately for the Utaku though, the Yoritomo brightened at the prospect of another subject. \"A sparring match? What sort was it? Shinai? Sumai? On horses?\" He lifted a hand to his mouth to cover his expression, but his voice could not hide his excitement."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The glaze was of excellent quality, given that this was an item likely to see frequent use. No expense had been spared, even for something so seemingly inconsequential as a sake set. \n\nKotori smiled to herself upon hearing the excitement in Sadao's voice. This newcomer was apparently savvy to commerce at least in some degree, and took an interest in combat. She could not help but wonder if his physique matched his deep voice. Surely, he must be a tall, brawny specimen like the other men of his clan she had encountered. Granted, that was not a huge number, but it just had to be the case. \n\nFor now, she simply sat in her veiled cloister and played softly, closing her eyes.\n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"Ah no.\" The Utaku gave a smile \"I'm more involved on the spiritual side of things there. The Ide made it very clear that spirits running off with the merchants goods would be bad news.\"\n\n*Or, y'know, a Djinn* A shiver ran up the spine of the Unicorn despite the heat around him.\n\n\"Kenjutsu spar. Just a friendly between two samurai. Bayushi-sama has the right of it, though I will confess to not wanting to step into the role again.\"\n\n\"And sadly, not on horses. Would that we had the fields do such a thing. Or even a camel.\""
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Ah, the spiritual side of things. May Daikoku keep the coffers full, and Inari bless good harvests for all.\" He bowed his head in polite reverence for a moment, before gesturing to the sake. \"Please join this one, Utaku-san. Before it gets cold, surely. Unless Bayushi-san would care to join us?\"\n\nHow *Scandalous!*\n\n\"Ah, kenjutsu is well and good. Who won, might I ask?\" He wondered, before he looked puzzled for a moment. \"That word. What was that word?\" By the Kami, what was a camel?"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori almost, *Almost* Missed a note. Though she was well accustomed to thinly veiled, lecherous looks from men, *Hearing* Such brazen flirtations still had an effect on her. A deep flush spread over her porcelain face and down the column of her throat; even her ears had turned pink. \n\n\"Yoritomo-san is very generous, and I thank him for the kindness of his invitation. It would be improper at this moment, however, as I am here to see to your comfort and entertainment.\" \n\nSomehow, she managed to get all of that out without stammering. Her voice betrayed only the tiniest fraction of her surprise. How thankful she was that Sadao had chosen to ask about a 'camel.' \n\n||"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"You know, a camel.\" Takeda said, as if that explained everything. \"Like a horse. Except a longer neck, a badder attitude, and a hump on its back?\"\n\n*There were bound to be some in the bazaar. And surely the Unicorn left one in the Gardens.* He thought.\n\n\"Ah, don't worry about it.\" He finally said, frowning before he changed the subject. \"As for who won, I may have been the judge, but left that bit to the participants. I am just glad the crowd didn't find my role too distasteful.\"\n\nTakeda gave a look at the curtain trying to see if he could judge a reaction.\n\nAt the mention of Sake, the Shugenja's vision did snap back. \"Only if you insist Yoritomo-sama.\" The Unicorn paddled over \"However, I must insist, in turn, that you join me for some Zythum when the time comes.\" The Young Unicorn paused and then grinned \"Perhaps if and when your duties allow, Bayushi-sama, I would love to show you the Zythum too.\""
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Bayushi-san,\" Sadao's voice was like honey on a summer morning, \"It would only be improper if we agreed that it would be. We would be happy to find cloths or robes that we may converse without the Second Sin clouding our minds.\" To think that *Desire* Would affect such noble samurai! Sadao wouldn't have it. \n\n\"We are comfortable. We are entertained. This one most humbly offers to let the matter lie if Bayushi-san truly does not wish to join us. Sumimasen.\"\n\nHe gestured to the bottle of sake as if the Scorpion could see it. \"A third cup could be brought with a whisper, with how talented the servants are here. Utaku-san, against the grain of propriety, I must insist. This is a fortuitous night and the sake must be shared.\"\n\nTo drive the point home, he made sure the cups were full."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I believe I saw a camel in the bazaar. What a strange creature it was! Though I confess, Utaku-sama, I know not what 'zythum' is.\" \n\nWhen the song came to an end, the little Scorpion did not begin another. After such an invitation, how could she rightly refuse? Placing her pipa upon the small cushion designed for just that purpose and plucking up a small veil, she stood. Before, bathers in the pool would have seen an amorphous silhouette with a vaguely feminine profile. A small, white hand pushed aside the pavilion drapes, and she stepped out like a celestial maiden emerging from a painting. \n\nAn opaque red veil embroidered with gold was draped over her head and shoulders, the edge coming down to just above her painted mouth, just as red and just a luscious. The collar on her kimono was open wide, barely hugging the contours of her shoulders and showing the full span of delicate collarbones—a styling choice purposefully made to draw the eye to her slender throat and flawless skin. Her movements were elegant and deliberate in their languid execution, not least because her vision was impaired by the veil.\n\nBayushi Kotori descended the few low steps to come to one of the more distant edges of the pool. Just as Sadao had predicted, the efficient staff had already deposited for her a small stool and an additional sake set. \n\n\"It pleases me then to make your acquaintance face to face, as it were.\" She smiled sweetly in the direction of the two men, kneeling down. Sake was poured into two more cups, and the tray placed into the water; the tiniest push sent it floating over towards them. \n\n\"Have the baths thus met your expectations?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "The Scorpion brought up this strange... Thing ago. An ill-tempered, deformed horse? \"I cannot, and think for my ease of mind, will not, imagine such a beast. How Ningen-do could create such a creature I do not know.\"\n\nLifting up his cup, he... Well, let's just face it, he *Stared.* She was more than beautiful. She was positively a knockout. He wasn't expecting her to be so small, but then again...\n\nHe bowed his head, not too low as he was holding a cup, and in a bathing pool. \"This one cannot resist the relaxing songs and atmosphere the Scorpion have provided. I am wise enough, however, to *Not* Expect things from the Scorpion. For their greatest strength is the unexpected.\" A mysterious compliment, but a compliment nevertheless.\n\nIf she could see well enough past her veil, he was physically fit, but not as tall or as broad or as mighty-looking as his deep voice may otherwise imply. However, he did have a mark of *Something* Happening in his life, an old scar against the left side of his chin."
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "*Damn...* The word didn't *Quite* Leave Takeda's mouth, but it got very very close as Kotori made her appearance.\n\n\"You remind me of the stories of the beautiful Ningyo by the waters edge, Bayushi-sama. Though the stories failed to do the sight before me any justice.\" The Unicorn said instead, giving a smile at the Scorpion. \n\nHowever, the Unicorn was met with a snap realization - a prodding at the back of his mind; that despite what he knew of Medinaat bath culture with some bathhouses being as open as open could be between relations between man and women, this was Rokugan.\n\nAnd the Scorpion and Unicorn would do anything to one-up each other in the present climate. Including rumours of impropriety at their establishments.\n\n*Damn.* An inward curse went through his head.\n\n\"Perhaps just one drink before I must depart. This was only a short stay to purify the ash one gets from dealing with the spirits of fire.\" Takeda said, moving over to the cup \"However, I must insist in joining me for some Zythum some time. Its like Sake except earthier, you'd love it.\"\n\n\"Did we want a toast for this round, or just Gempai?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "While it may not have been entirely proper for Kotori to be sitting near the Mantis and Unicorn, it was one such an occasion in which being a Scorpion was beneficial. When one is assumed to be scandalous, doing something scandal worthy was hardly remarkable. Still, she wasn't one to completely disregard propriety and manners, and so the veil remained in place. Unfortunately, she could see only a few feet beyond her own. Yoritomo's physique would have to be admired and appreciated another day.\n\nBefore she rose again, she trailed her fingertips through the warm waters. It was soothing enough on her tired digits that she uttered a sigh. \n\n*By the Fortunes, this feels good.*\n\nSmiling, the little Scorpion got to her feet and shook the water off her hand before settling onto the stool. \"I hope at least you have learned you can expect the utmost hospitality while here.\" \n\n\"And Utaku-sama, your flatter me.\" The teasing note crept back in her voice, though in her woman's heart, she *Was* Truly flattered by his compliment. It seemed more genuine than most, and it had a certain poetic charm to it. \"I would be delighted to try this 'zythrum.' From what land does it come?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Zaithoom... It is an interesting dance of the tongue, Utaku-san,\" Sadao said before lifting his cup up. \"Kampai!\" He offered, in a generic toast to the two of them. \"To the hospitality of the Scorpion, may their generosity bear fortune.\"\n\nThen a drink! Then a sigh. Then a cup set down. Then he leaned against the edge of the bathing pool, truly unable to take his eyes off of Kotori. Who could blame him?"
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"author": "haakonx",
"message": "\"The Burning Sands. It is a liquor made from fermented grains, but much different to rice due to the differing climate.\" The Unicorn responded and the corrected \"Zythum.\"\n\n\"Gempai\" The Kampai of the Unicorn had a strange accent to it, and he winced as he downed the drink. *Kami that was a lot sweeter than I expected.*\n\nThe cup was placed back carefully, as Takeda made particular care to put it back precisely as he had received it.\n\n\"With that, I imagine I shall be off or the guards at the embassy shall be asked after me again.\" Takeda could have almost pouted. \"I find myself humbled by the generosity of the Mantis, and the hospitality of the Scorpion.\" \n\n\"A pleasure to meet you Yoritomo-sama, may the wind ever be at your back.\" The Unicorn bowed with a smile and then he turned to Kotori, bowing again \"And Bayushi-sama, I believe the wind should still be at your back, so in the words of Mekhem: mamlakati liqada' alwaqt maeak.\"\n\nThe grin on his face as he said so was halfway between a tease and a dare for her to find out.\n\n\"Minna-sama, enjoy your evenings.\" And he was off, humming that tune again to himself once he *Thought* He was out of earshot."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"May the Fortunes continue to smile upon you, Utaku-sama. I shall have to be more mindful of delaying your returns in the evenings.\" Umable to resist a bit of teasing in return, Kotori smiled in Takeda's direction, inclining her head politely as he departed.\n\nMamalatikiqa... Mamlakata qilna... What in the *World* Had he just said? For a split second, she wondered if she ought to be offended. But, given what she knew of Takeda—which, granted, was not all that much—it seemed unlikely he would have said something rude intentionally. \n\n Her smile returned again as she caught the faint notes of his humming vanishing into the distance. \n\n*No, it is impossible he meant something offensive.*\n\nOutwardly alone now with her guest, Kotori glanced towards the water, attempting to discern his location by observing the direction from which the ripples originated. \n\n\"Is there anything else that I may offer you, Yoritomo-san?\"\n\n\"I understand your clan is well-traveled. I should love to hear of your exploits, sometime.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Zythum,\" Said Sadao, correct at last. \"It is clear that I must practice such a word. Ahh, what a lovely expression, and one well-received by someone who has sailed.\" He bowed his head as the Unicorn made his statement in that other language, and made his way out.\n\nHe gently pushed the tray that held the cups and sake before him, letting it float here and there before he looked in the direction of Kotori. \"Would you like to hear something exciting, something beautiful, or something irrefutably true?\"\n\n\"As for what you may offer me, I suppose I may get out of this bath and dress before I become like a persimmon that's been in the sun too long.\" Still, for propriety's sake he had to maintain modesty clothes and whatnot, and with the help of attendants should be dressed again in no time at all."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I should be glad to hear anything you so wish to tell me.\" Smiling, she got to her feet.\n\n\"The attendants will assist you, and then show you to another place which I hope you shall find equally comfortable.\" \n\nAfter the Mantis was dressed, one of the stealthy *Sansuke* Would guide him to another structure not far removed from the central bathhouse. At a glance, the exterior resembled a small manor, ringed by a covered verandah; however, the majority of rain doors had been removed to allow for a cross breeze to blow through the otherwise open floor plan. Zabuton and cushioned arm rests lay arranged about a low table made of some dark wood, perhaps black walnut. Lanterns and a few brass oil lamps cast a warm, luxurious glow about the interior. Clearly, this location had been chosen with care; the views offered were all pleasing to the eye, whether one was seated to admire a small bamboo grove, a rock garden, or a burbling stream. \n\nThe little Scorpion stood patiently in one of the few shadowed spaces remaining in the airy building, having decided she would wait until Yoritomo had entered before revealing herself.\n\nA little show of theatrics seemed expected of her clan, and she would not be remiss in delivering.\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao had made sure everything was in its proper place before he let himself get guided into the veranda. He took a moment to take it all in. Studying the craftsmanship, the quality. The *Extravagance.* The Scorpion spared no expense, it was clear.\n\nThis was going to be a fortuitous assignment after all.\n\nHe'd set down on a cushion, in a comfortable but appropriate position, before he took in a breath.\n\n\"Which season is Bayushi-san's favorite season?\" He asked, his deep voice level and curious, a precursor to whatever story he was about to tell."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Autumn,\" Came the answer.\n\nKotori stepped forward with a rustling of silk and a slight sway of hips. She barely made a sound as she moved; perhaps all Scorpion were trained to walk about silently. Once beside him, she bowed deeply.\n \n\"Allow me to greet you more properly, Yoritomo-san.\" At last, she removed the veil, finally exposing the entirety of her face. The dangling ornaments on one of her many hair pins jingled softly as the silk brushed across it, the gold of the decoration shining as brightly as her eyes. Kotori smiled at him.\n\n\"Do you care for more sake, Yoritomo-san, or perhaps a calming herbal tea?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"The season of changing colors. I will find a memory, and share it.\" His own long hair was carefully fallen over his shoulders and back, and it was clear he treated it as well as any Crane or Scorpion would. Perhaps even better, with the sea-salt air from his home. His most notable decoration was a golden netsuke hanging from his obi, in the shape of a golden stag beetle.\n\nHe bowed his head and shut his eyes briefly, before matching her gaze after her offer. \"I am satisfied for now, Bayushi-san. To be in the company of such a talented musician, and the inspiration for many artisans' dreams, is more than enough.\" Laying it on a little thick, but he was being polite... And just a touch playful, with that deep voice of his.\n\n\"Ah, yes. It is said that Rokugan is at its best in autumn. The leaves turn red. The air cools down to comfort. The second growing season is in full swing before the winter makes the leaves shrivel and the fruits rest. My home, the Islands of Silk and Spice, it is one of the most dangerous seasons. It is the season... Of *Storms. Only a fool stands in the path of a storm.\"* The Clan motto. \"You live aside a river, Bayushi-san. How high have you seen it rise?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Oh, but he *Was* Handsome. He was slimmer than she'd expected based on the deep tenor of his voice, but, well... That hardly mattered when one had a face like that. And his hair was enough to incite envy from almost any woman, even Kotori. Her gaze lingered upon him for perhaps a moment longer than was proper, though she expected he did not mind. This man knew exactly how beautiful he was. He simply *Had* To. \n\nShe knelt on a cushion to his side, slender hands folded modestly in her lap. \"Indeed. The rich colors of turning leaves, the smell of the coming cold, the quickening approach of night... I find it all beautiful.\"\n\n\"And to be truthful, I have yet to see this river rise at all. I know a flood crest must be a terrible thing, but I have not experienced such a thing. Storms too, can be terrifying.\" Her eyes flicked up towards his, \"...But I must confess, I find the raw fury to be thrilling as well.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "He lifted a hand, hiding a smile *Except* For one corner of his mouth, an intentional revelation under the guise of good manners. Beautiful, and clever. \"There is beauty in all the seasons, and at home, early to mid spring is my favorite. But we're talking of autumn, during the storm season. They can be terrifying and thrilling. Just as any good story of heroes or battles should be. I know much of this city is placed near a cliff's edge.\" He gave a pause, for dramatic effect and anticipation.\n\n\"Can you imagine ocean waves higher than that cliff? Suitengu's strength pulls the water away by much distance, exposing marine animals, coral, and plants. Then it comes rising... A wave of a size I cannot calculate. It travels, crashing against cliffs and flooding much of the land.\" He reached out his arm, to let his sleeve come to a proper resting position against his knee as he continued, stoic and serious. Storms were, after all, serious business.\n\n\"My fellows there, we have learned to see when these changes come. We do what we can to bring everybody inland or to higher ground as swiftly as possible. But the ocean's hunger always catches some. Now you know a secret,\" He said, his last sentence coming in a hushed voice.\n\n\"Now you know why many houses or buildings near the coasts are built on rises or on poles with stairs. To stay above the water when tsunami and typhoons come.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I quiver to imagine such a sight. The thought of being crushed beneath something so immense, so thoroughly *Consuming*...\" She hugged herself for half a moment, trembling lashes lowered demurely. It was not an entirely affected gesture, either; such thoughts of enormous, obliterating waves *Were* Things worthy of terror. However, those thoughts were perhaps not the only ones floating about in her mind. \n\n\"I have never seen the sea, so I must live vicariously through the words of others.\" Kotori raised her eyes again, meeting his gaze only briefly before it fell to his mouth. Or maybe the scar on his chin. Who could say?\n\n\"I shall view such structures and tempests both with a newfound respect, Yoritomo-san. This humble one thanks you for the education.\"\n\n\"Please, will you tell me of spring in your home.\" She leaned forward just slightly in her eagerness to hear more, foxlike eyes shining with curiosity.\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Please, Bayushi-san. If you continue to refer to yourself so politely, this one must follow in turn. Is Bayushi-san not comfortable?\" A light, courtly tease, and a suggestion to relax and be a touch more informal.\n\n\"The sea... The ocean. Have you swam in the river? Or in a lake? Have you fished? The blue and green of the ocean can entrance and calm as much as it can crush and pull you down in a fury. The journeys from the Island of Silk and Spice always come with danger, but we would have it no other way. The Mantis are as we are *Because* We dare.\"\n\nHe gave a small, proud smile, looking for but a moment at the Scorpion's exposed shoulder and collar bone, then his eyes went back to her painted lips.\n\n\"I cannot hope to suggest that the flowers on the islands compare to the colors and scents in the Shosuro lands. For their gardens are the envy of everywhere... But tell me.\"\n\nHe leaned forward just a little bit, getting *Dangerously* Close to impropriety, but still within the bounds of good taste. \"Have you had furikake on your rice? Ever dipped yakitori in a paste made of yuzu and chili peppers? You are a vaunted Scorpion personagee, so these are likely. But they can be found nowhere else than in my homeland, during the growing seasons.\"\n\nHe looked like he had more to say, but wanted to let her take in his words."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I find it safer to err on the side of decorum with such honored guests.\" Her posture did relax then, just slightly. A soft sighing breath, a slight roll of her shoulders. \"But, as I seek to make Our guests comfortable, I shall be more at ease hence forth.\" \n\n\"I must confess that I cannot swim, Yoritomo-san, let alone having done so in river.\" She could not help but be enthralled by his words, daring to imagine the exact things of which he spoke so poetically. While she had never been afforded the freedom to do such innocent things as swim or even run through a field, she could still appreciate the beauty of it. \n\n\"Perhaps it is in my blood, though I cannot but admire those who dare,\" The look of pride suited him, Kotori noted silently.\n\nWhen he leaned in closer, it is likely he caught a faint, spicy sweet smell, like fine chai and vanilla. The scent of flowers was well and good, but she had been told once long ago that the warmth of cinnamon suited her better. She tilted her head ever so slightly to indicate she was listening closely, giving him full attention.\n\n\"You describe culinary delights with the skill of an artist.\" Kotori turned her head back to face him more directly, though she did not yet draw back. \"Though the way you describe you home is so much more than that. One can almost feel the sea mist upon their face when you speak of it, as easily as one can see the sapphire waters.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Would that I could whisper to the kami of air and paint a picture from my mind of such memories,\" He said almost wistfully. \"Especially if you have never swam. Perhaps I may teach you, some day? If there is an appropriate pond, or... Well, here wouldn't be appropriate.\" He shook *That* Thought away from his mind with a wave of his hand. This was not the time to be imagining anybody else in bathing attire.\n\n\"You smell like cinnamon. The Kitsune, our Clan friends, grow many of those trees in their forest. Ahhh, yes, that's where I was going with this. With the spring. I am certain that your home has your own blends, especially with your variety of flowers. How is Scorpion honey?\" He wondered. \"Because the honey from the Mantis lands, whether the forests and fields of the Kitsune to the Yoritomo islands, all the way up to the north, the Moshi's coastal and mountain flowers produce so many different kinds of honey! But my islands are tropical. I am sure you have had peaches and persimmons, and persimmons are a favorite. But have you ever had...\"\n\nThen he began to list, touching his fingers as he did so. \"Ichigo? Yuzu? Kabosu? Miyazaki mangoes, or the rarest of them all, the Yubari King melon?\"\n\nHe knew his fruits. He knew his *Exports.* He knew their appeal, their uses, their rarity, and just how much they can make the eyes of samurai who have never had them brighten."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Should the opportunity present itself, I should like to learn. Though I worry I may prove a troublesome student.\" \n\n\"I have always been fond of the scent of cinnamon. Something to stimulate the senses, no? Roses and freesia are lovely, but I find them a bit too overpowering.\"\n\nAnd then began the talk of honey.\n\nThis was an entirely unexpected development, but not one that she did not enjoy. When she straightened back up, she hid a momentary smile behind her sleeve but upon remembering her resolve to be less formal, lowered her hand again. \n\n\"To my limited understanding, honey production in the Scorpion lands must be executed with extreme care. I imagine with so many flowers in your homeland, there must be a number of which are poisonous. Even in this area, apiarists must take great caution, due to the poppies.\" She chose not to elaborate any further upon this. Certainly, Sadao was clever enough to infer her meaning. \"The few times I have had honey produced on the Island of Silk and Spice, it is certainly some of the finest I have ever tasted.\" \n\n\"I enjoy most fruits, though peaches and persimmons are especial favorites of mine as well. That first bite, when the juices hit the tongue is divine.\" She smiled again at the thought. Now that he'd mentioned it, she was already looking forward to peach season. \n\n\"You are very knowledgeable, Yoritomo-san, and passionate about it as well. It's a wonderful thing to encounter.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Cinnamon has a wonderful smell. Its taste though,\" His smile was a little thin, \"Well, there are other flavors to my palate. Ah, yes, the Scorpion medicinal flowers and herbs. There are no greater holistic medical practitioners in the Empire. Any others would require their priests.\" Was he talking down his own Clan to butter up the Scorpion? Of course, he was just singing the praises of his own.\n\n\"Honey is such a delight, as a food and a medicine. I see I have found another persimmon fan. I do hope that we can become friends here, Bayushi-san. Though this is my first evening and we've only just met, you have a pull about you. Like a garden unto yourself, delicate, soft, and beautiful.\"\n\nThat was as far as he'd go for flirting, for now, though. \"But alas, you have reminded me. In my knowledge of my homeland and what comes from it, I am made aware that I have duties to attend to. To know a thing is a samurai's duty, and my duty compels me to head elsewhere, now that I am properly cleansed.\"\n\nWith slow, calculated movements, he stood up. Reaching for a teal ribbon, he pulled up his hair into a high tail, allowing it to sway when he would walk. He bowed, giving more than proper respect to the Scorpion.\n\n\"This one humbly thanks Bayushi-sama for her hospitality, the discipline of her servants, the beauty of her music, and the joy of her company. You are a credit to your Clan.\" With that, he'd bid her good night, slowly making his way to retrieve his belongings, and head to his meetings.\n\nTime to get to work."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Our medicines certainly have their uses, but they are not the panacea we wish them to be.\" Was that... A note of sadness in her voice? The bright light in her eyes dimmed for the space of a heartbeat before a pleasant expression once again settled on her face.\n\n\"I think there is little that should please me more than counting you among my friends, Yoritomo-sama.\" She smiled up at him, even having the good grace to blush. \n\n\"The Fortunes have graced me this evening by bringing you here and enabling our paths to cross.\" Seeing him rise, she too climbed to her feet. \"May they continue to smile upon you.\"\n\nEverything the man did was enticing, even tying up his hair. The little Scorpion bowed slowly to him, deeply. \n\n\"We hope that you shall grace Us again with your patronage and your company, Yoritomo-sama. We bid you a good evening.\"\n\nThe moment he was out of earshot, Kotori let out a long, shuddering breath. She, too, had much now to do.\n\nThis new Mantis could be a powerful ally or a dangerous foe, and she was determined to make sure Yoritomo Sadao remained in the former camp.\n\n||"
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "The gardens of the Scoprion Clan were not exactly where Daiki would have chosen to spend his afternoon. However, with the long, silk wrapped parcel tucked under his arm, he had been given explicit instructions. He was to meet the representative the Scorpion sent and present the delivery with all of the compliments the Crane had to offer.\n\nWith a shallow breath in and out, the took up a spot at the heart of the gardens, trying to ignore the watchful eyes behind elaborate masks that fixed upon the stormy-blue clad stranger that had happened into their midst. Taking the seiza position near a flowering shrub, Daiki waited patiently."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Scorpion who strutted into the gardens walked as if she owned the place. Her head was high, her hair piled up in an ornate style. A daisho was thrust through the back of her obi, claiming the space to her left and right while scorning any notion of actually drawing the weapons quickly. A lace mask framed her large black eyes and her soft mouth was drawn into a permanent smirk by the ragged scar that marred the soft flesh of her left cheek. \n\nAn attendant kept pace behind her, holding a parasol out to shield her mistress's ivory skin from the sun. Both women were dressed fashionably, though the servant wore a conservative cut and the samurai flaunted cleavage and shoulders. \n\nAll in all it was a striking sight of indolent Samurai arrogance. Only a daughter of Bayushi could be so brazen, and anyone listening to the Doji's account would have no trouble in guessing her full name. \n\n\"Bayushi Kaori,\" She introduced herself curtly as her servant hastily spread a cloth for her to kneel on. \"And you must be the son of Doji who has seen fit to grace this city with his presence. Welcome to the Gardens of the Scorpion. I trust your journey was without incident?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "It was with no little difficulty that Daiki kept his features unexpressive. It was rare to see such brazen displays in broad daylight. At the very least, that had been true in the various kyuden of the Crane and the few locations he had visited since his gempuku. Still, anyone trained by Kakita knew the need to master one's self and show control. He withheld his disdain.\n\n\"Doji Daiki,\" He said, confirming the Bayushi's correct assumption. \"I have seen nothing but the finest hospitality.\" He sank into a low bow, holding the position slightly longer than necessary as a nod to the overly-showy presentation. It was a slight trespass of etiquette, but one that could easily be construed either as insult or jest. He was not particular which she chose to see.\n\n\"How does the house of Bayishi fare? It is seldom I have had the opportunity to exchange pleasantries outside of Crane lands, so any news would be of utmost interest.\" He was not a courtier himself - far from it, at least by Crane standards, and particularly that of the Doji. However, he knew the song and dance. To get straight to the point would be rude to the point of insult. So he sang and danced along.\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"We are in fine spirits,\" Her own bow was far less reverent, though whether she was bantering along with him or mocking him in return was up to him to decide. She studied him, his hands, the hilt of his sword, the way he wore his hair, and seemed to approve because she became slightly more formal and a lot less indolent. A house cat who has ceased to knock over ink pots and now merely lounges. \"The mares are foaling far better than the stallions, and the rice is growing mostly towards heaven. You have chosen an interesting time to join us as this city is undergoing a temporary restructuring. Will you be participating in the debates councils? Will I get a firsthand experience of the famed Doji tongue at work?\"\n\nThe way she shifted in her seat at that last drew the eye to her feminine attributes. \n\n||"
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "The shift in conduct did not go unnoticed. The first few stones had been placed, and the direction of the game had shifted, but the end goal of these tactics were not yet obvious to Daiki. The thought did not escape him that he would much rather be playing Go than bantering. He had received far too little training in both to be in such a situation, but that could not be helped now. The physical shift, however was much more to the point, and though he knew enough of scorpion tactics to expect any sincerity behind the gesture, he would not have liked it any more if it were genuine.\n\n\"I am afraid,\" He said, choosing his words carefully, \"That I am far more humble in my debating skills than others who bear the Doji name. Though born a Doji, my life, my sword, and my smithing hammer have been tempered by the Kakita. I am far more formidable on tatami mats than I am on a stage, and moreso in front of an anvil. Hardly fitting of formal political settings.\"\n\nTiring of roundabout pleasantries, and having found as polite a means as he could to reach the matter at hand without being too hasty, he produced the parcel from under his arm, loosening the drawstring of the silk bag and allowing a finely detailed tsuba of a katana to protrude from the opening. \"The commission made of the Kakita smiths by your house.\" Wrapping his calloused and weathered hand in the silk of his sleeve, he gently guided the beginnings of the ornate lacquered saya free. He was careful not to allow any oil or dust from his fingers to mar the high gloss finish of the sheath which displayed a series of highly detailed painted red blossoms on a stark black field - the unmistakable colors of the Scorpion. He offered it forward to allow her - or her attendant - the opportunity to draw the blade out enough to examine the steel itself. Bowing his head, he went on. \"Your patronage is most flattering, and we only hope the quality of our work is worthy of the prestige of the recipient.\""
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"What a shame. And yet, a surprise as well. One cannot imagine a game of diplomacy without the Crane taking the field. Still, perhaps there is a dark horse in the city with a silver tongue as yet hidden.\"\n\nWhen he brought out the sword there was another shift in the Scorpion's body language, subtle but present to the keen observer. The sincerity of this would depend greatly on the Doji's respect for her courtier skills. Or to put it in Go terms, was this a mistake? Or a trap?\n\nShe took the hilt gingerly, the fresh and harsh rayskin scraping her soft uncallused hands, such a contrast from his own. Drawing it a few inches she peered down at the blade. \"No souls?\" She murmured, almost to herself. \"Well, I am sure it shall be tested before winter by the blessed recipient. The Scorpion are honored indeed by such a marvelous creation. Your master's work I take it?\"\n\nShe pushed it back home and allowed him to cover it. \n\n||"
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "Carefully, the sword's silk coverings reclaimed both the saya and tsuba, the drawstring cinching the bag shut before being turned over and presented with both hand to Kaori. \"Of course. Despite the mercurial relationship and spirited rivalries that have been sparked between our clans, we would not dare present the descendants of Baushi with anything unbecoming of a ruling family. We send our best craftsmanship with our best wishes. May it guard the life of its owner and their house.\"\n\nThe words were not his own, and he had no illusions that a skilled courtier would see so clearly. A stiff delivery did not mean that his words were insincere, but they hardly made them convincing either. The stone was misplaced, but it was not a fatal blunder. A shift in tactics might be in order. He bowed his head, perhaps a nod acknowledging that he was aware that the skills gap between them was not lost on Daiki. Either way though, he used the moment to find his center. Time to stop treating this like a Go board and more like a proper duel.\n\n\"Tell me more of the debates councils,\" He began, raising his head to face her head on. \"It sounds like quite the event and I should be more than happy to be educated on the matter.\"\n\n*Do not get stuck playing your opponent's game. Keep the pressure on them.*\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I am sure it will do its duty, as we all do,\" The Scorpion flicked her hair back absently. This Crane was dangerous. He was aware of his own lack of finesse, but his fundamentals were good. A journeyman diplomat, he'd have a fine career as a messenger. She took the sword with both hands and set it to the side. \"As far as the debates go, I am quite the wrong person to ask. Such things are of very little interest to me except as a spectator. Tongues more suited to the task are handling it. I watch, I make a few general remarks that anyone might safely voice, and then I retreat to watch the fun.\" \n\n*Respect the thrust, deflect and counter.* \"Now that you are here will your cousins finally be bold enough to speak out? Or is the famed Doji eloquence being reserved for Winter Court?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "Yet another vulnerability. With a prestigious family and a prestigious school, he had twice as many targets to strike. The Bayushi woman had taken the more cautious target.\n\n*If she were to question the Kakita's honor, she would be making light of a gift given with apparent good intentions. The Doji are also the bigger and thus more honorable target.*\n\nHe pondered for half a beat, not eager to speak too quickly and make another misplay.\n\n*I could use the excuse that I am removed from the Doji for nearly a decade, but it could be seen as an cowardice and she would be well within her rights to call it out. To take offense could make me and my ilk seem thin-skinned. I can't concede the implied insult.*\n\nThese thoughts raced through his mind as if he were feeling where the movement of his blade might leave openings for counterattack.\n\n*Parry with humor.*\n\n\"Come now,\" Daiki said with a slight smirk. \"Surely you cannot be so eager to watch us preen and strut around yet another courtly gathering.\" The reputation of his clan was well noted and not one they were ashamed of. It was not an answer, but it would lighten the mood long enough to obfuscate. \"No, I'm afraid that I know of no Crane being sent for the purpose of debate, though it is entirely possible that the Doji have plans I am unaware of. You'll forgive me, but my house's political planning is far removed from the forges.\"\n\nHe was riding a thin line. It was the truth, though it could still smack of an excuse. However, the reason was different. Ignorance of their plans was not the same as distancing to avoid embarrassment.\n\n\"Who among the Scorpion are most noteworthy in the city? I am sure I could have much to learn by observing their conduct.\"\n\n*Keep up pressure. A mild compliment will help placate without seeming too obsequious.*\n\nHe did not like his position, but as long as he played safe and didn't get caught on his back foot he might at least avoid embarrassing himself or his clan.\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "A skillful parry and disengagement. Kaori decided she liked this Crane. Her body language shifted, becoming more open, and her fan came out to absently flick as she invited a more casual tone. \"To be entirely truthful, Doji-san, I merely hoped to see your clan in action. There is a great pleasure in watching a master artist at work, and none are so eloquent or so graceful in word or deed. It would be a shame indeed to go an entire winter court without a demonstration from the Left Hand of the Emperor. While we Scorpion have our own ways of doing things one must always be open to new experiences and seeing new things.\" \n\nShe fanned herself absently. \"As far as my noble clan is concerned, we have several worthies. But if you would counseled by me, seek the company of Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto. I believe the two of you have much in common. He is a devoted student of the sword, an excellent conversationalist, and a fine person to have at your side in tea house or sake house.\" \n\nRaising her fan to cover her lips she leaned in. \"He was to be the one you met today, but I wished the pleasure first.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "\"That is a name I am unfamiliar with,\" Daiki confirmed, considering Kaori's answer. \"I'm sure he and I would have much to say on the subject of weaponry and its use.\" The longer they spoke, the Scorpion made it less and less clear whether they were adversaries or not. \n\n*She's always shifting. But there's a throughline somewhere in here. I'm missing something. What is her motivation?*\n\nHe wished in the moment that he had the sharp observations that he would have learned had he been schooled as a Doji. He could analyze words and their potential meanings all day, but when it came to body language, all he could read were lines of attack with a weapon. With the fluttering of her fan, something itched at the back of his mind. Then she spoke from behind it, prompting him to unconsciously lean closer to catch her words now that they would be obstructed. A slight stirring of the breeze, and his close distance to her along with the change in the air currents brought a waft of perfume to his nostrils.\n\nHe cursed in the back of his mind. He was letting her steer the match. It was all he could do to keep his features neutral. There was not enough subtlety in his whole self to feign facial expressions as skillfully as a courtier could, but he could at least attempt to hide them like a duelist.\n\nHer word choice then came into sharp relief.\n\n*\"Tongue.\"*\n\n\n*\"Pleasure.\"*\n\n\nShe had been using both words in generous measure.\n\n*I'm not equal to anyone in a match of flirtation. Best to answer with sincerity, rather than get pulled into her game.*\n\nHe turned his head away in a show of polite shame at the subtle implications before him. It was forcing him to give ground, but giving ground may allow him to recover his footing.\n\n*When etiquette is breached due to lascivious displays, a polite change of subject is merited. Retreat to more stable ground and regroup.*\n\n\"You had mentioned a restructuring? Is everything well, or is this a planned restructuring?\"\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "When he turned his head she read the rejection. It did not disturb her in the least. She settled back, smirking rather more than usual, toying with her fan. This Crane seemed to be exactly as he presented, an artist and a warrior, one with little patience for games. When the time came she would read him at face value. He could be a very deep player, but somehow she doubted it. It was more expedient to categorize him and dismiss him as a political threat. \n\nNow, that sword he bore... That was a very real threat. \n\nShe had no interest in testing herself against a scion of Kakita in a fair fight. Truth be told, she had no intention of *Ever* Finding herself in a fair fight. She was not the sort of duelist who sought notches for their saya. When the subject changed she didn't try to fight it. \"The restructuring was not planned, the Imperials in their wisdom descended to assume temporary control until leadership could be restored once more. There was a rather interesting affair between a Unicorn and one of my own Clan. Our governor died in the duel, and since a kharmic strike leaves everything balanced *Precariously* We have had a temporary change in leadership. I don't expect it to last long, such things never do.\"\n\nShe flicked her hair back. Still pleased with herself, but willing to be gracious, she added, \"Do you intend to pursue your chosen art here in the city? Will we have a chance to view your handiwork in the displays of Winter Court?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "A play at sympathy? Or perhaps genuine frustration. Either way, courtesy dictated that the loss be treated with deference. \"I am sorry to hear of your clan's loss. Even if it was his karma, the loss will still be felt, and it sounds as if it left quite a large pair of sandals to fill.\"\n\nHe bowed his head in earnest. He felt a little steadier on his feet now that a clear message had been sent and received. For the moment, at least, the game seemed to cool. He would take his respite and lick his wounds.\n\nAt the mention of his work, however, he lifted his head. \"It is my deepest desire to make a name for myself as a smith. I only hope my work proves worthy of the names that came before me.\" It was not wise of him to prattle on, but she had struck upon both his strength and his weakness. Had his head been cooler, he would have recognized the dangers in being so frank, but his passion for his craft was potent, and for the moment, that had won out over caution.\n\n\"I hope to perfect the art of making dueling blades, not simply swords for clashing against lacquered armor,\" He went on, \"But edged weapons so fine that they may be known for ending a conflict in a single stroke.\"\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Indeed?\" Kaori noted this away. The Doji was proud of his art, very proud. She'd expected nothing less. \"That is a very fine goal, to make a sword worthy of naming, no? If you give the sword its own name it becomes mighty indeed but an unworthy blade will betray its master under the burden? Or something like that. I read it in a book.\" \n\nThe book had been a vapid romance she hadn't finished. Presumably there was a parallel being drawn between two named swords fated to clash and two lovers whose fates were cursed, but the pictures had been dreadful and she'd thrown it out the window at a passing peasant. \n\n\"Anyway, if you do make such a fine sword, you will tell me yes? I have no need for such a thing but I did know a handsome son of Kakita once and he would be envious indeed if I were to write and tell him of something so fine so far from his lands.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "Daiki paused. A great sword did deserve a name, this much was true. **\"In my mind, there are two ways for a sword to receive a name,\"** He said carefully. **\"Yes, a smith or a lord can name a blade upon its creation. That is the name that is chiseled into the mei. Still, that sword may be used improperly or not at all, or worse, it may be used and prove ineffective.\"** The furrows in his brow were delicate, but pronounced, appropriate for one of this house, despite the mismatch with his hands. **\"Some swords, I believe, earn their name by proving themselves somehow great or somehow terrible. Maybe it is not on their tangs, and maybe people will never know that name, but whatever name comes to it will be deserved. I feel that giving a name to a sword that is newly made, at least for now, would be... Presumptuous.\"**\n\nAs he trailed off, he came back to himself. Once again, he was seated in an unfamiliar garden speaking to an unfamiliar scorpion while surrounded by even more unfamiliar scorpions. This time, he was uncertain if she had led him to let his guard down, but even if she had not, she had given him plenty of rope by which to hang himself. Still, he was not ashamed of his ambitions. So long as he kept them tempered by duty, it was not a stain on his honor to dream.\n\n**\"And what of your goals?\"** He said, resuming his pressure on her, though granted with a different kind of force applied to the strike. **\"What is it that Bayushi Kaori strives for beyond the simple constraints of her duty?\"**\n\nThis was a double-edged sword, though one meant to disarm or to test rather than injure. She could avoid the subject altogether, but he had indulged her inquiries. To not do the same would be rude. However, this scorpion did not seem entirely averse to flouting convention.\n\n*Stick and carrot are both effective tools to a courtier. She has used both within a very narrow space of time. Let us see how she chooses to address this line of questioning.*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "*Do you wish to make a man your slave? Give him what he yearns for most in all of the world.* \n\nThe Scorpion was looking as pleased as a cat sitting in a mess of feathers. She had rather enjoyed his description of a named sword, and wondered if she could justify a named sword of her own one day. Not today, her sword had not done any very great deeds yet... But maybe one day. If she served her clan well. \n\nAlthough her deepest ambition was to merit one sword that had a name already, and six brothers besides. She certainly was not going to share *That* With this Crane. \n\n\"My goals are not so complex,\" She said airily. \"A house in the heart of town with a garden and a dozen fat cats. The buzz of society, the games of court to observe. Maybe I will finally master the biwa. I am not an ambitious creature, I will be content to manage a household. Perhaps I will raise children, or merely spoil other people's children for them.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "shield_saint",
"message": "*And there it is. I thought the scorpion were supposed to be skilled liars.*\n\nWithout pomp or warning, Daiki rose to his feet and bowed to his opponent. **\"I am afraid that I have tarried more than is wise already. Thank you for the conversation. Perhaps we may resume it some day over tea.\"**\n\nHe patted the dust from his kimono and turned toward the path that had led him into the garden center in the first place. Taking half a step, he paused and glanced back over his shoulder.\n\n**\"To be a courtier of the scorpion clan who swaggers about as though she owns the entire garden and then to claim that she has no ambitions is to offer profound insult to anyone listening.\"** There was a coldness to his tone, but he kept his volume under control as he went on. **\"I am unfit for affairs of court, but to insinuate that I cannot spot such a bald-faced lie...\"** Heclucked his tongue and let those words hang in the air for a moment. **\"At least have the decency to offer a lie I can pretend is the truth.\"**\n\nWith a turn of his white-haired head, he was off down the road. Perhaps it would have been more honorable to endure the insult. Moreover, he knew better than to expect her to be wounded by an accusation of falsehood. Falsehood, after all, was the name of the ancestral blade of the scorpion, just as Lies was the name of their written code of conduct. They wielded dishonesty in all things like he might wield his katana in a duel. Still, to imply that she lacked subtlety and that she had underestimated her opponent might do the trick. It would not return wounds in equal measure to those that he had suffered. However, he knew better than to expect a meeting with a scorpion to allow him to walk away unscathed.\n\n*I suppose that could have gone worse. I yet live, and I have learned volumes. More about myself than about her or her clan. Still, that is valuable knowledge I will not soon forget.*\n\n||"
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{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Miyoko had taken time to meticulously plan for tonight, attentive for the right moment to appear. She intercepted \n\"Rokugo-San, I've been meaning to exchange greetings with you. Bayushi-San spoke highly of you, and I would like to make your acquaintance.\" She was dressed up as if for a night out herself, and gave a gracious bow as she addressed Yuto. Her hair was held up and back in a ponytail by black pins adorned with red and black lace ribbons, the same as it had been when she'd met Bayushi Kaori six days prior."
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto was currently walking through the gardens, getting ready to go out for the night. As usual he wore the black attire to blend in with the night, wearing a midnight black Haori and kimono. Dark hair draped and blended in with the dark clothing, at quick glance you could mistake it for a hood. Atop the large samurai's head was his straw hat, whilst the half mask covered the scorpion's lower face. Not only did he seek to be subtle in the night but the appearance of a menacing spirit allowed for intimidation. It also served well to hide his pair of Daishō. \n\nSliding the band that boasted the Bayushi clan mon, it'd identify who he was, but before he could set out the Junshin was stopped. Surprised to see another, though not a familiar face.. Who was this? Not sure on how to respond, he simply bowed. \n\n\"Forgive me, I know not who you are. Were you referring to Bayushi Kaori-Sama?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"Yes, it was that particular Bayushi-San, I am Soshi Miyoko. I've only recently returned to Ryoko Owari Toshi, so it's unsurprising that you haven't heard of me and we haven't met.\" The Soshi studied the Rokugo, taking careful measure of him. Her kimono for the night was vibrant shades of red, with black stars on the skirts and one at the end of each sleeve. She was looking up to meet Yuto's gaze, as he was nearly a foot taller than her.\n\nHer skin softly glowed under the low light, as light and shadow shifted across her due to the flickering of flames and the steady light of the moon distorted by the gentle sway of grasses and flowers caressed by the wind. \"Would you sit and talk with me? Perhaps I could make you some tea for your busy night ahead?\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"It's a pleasure to meet you Soshi-Sama, I am Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, but you can just call me Yuto.\" \n\nThe man preferred to be called by his personal name rather than his family one. It was something that confused many people upon meeting him, but it was more comfortable for the samurai. Due to their significant difference in size, he gazed downward to meet hers, observing her features and what she had on. Miyoko was certainly dressed appropriately for a Scorpion, it's a shame he didn't guess who it was prior. \n\n\"I must say you caught me at an awkward time, but I suppose. How can I serve you Soshi-Sama?\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Miyoko drew up her fan to conceal her lips as she said, \"Oh, but we've only just met, surely I must call you Bayushi no Rokugo-San, if I shorten it would not Rokugo-San be more appropriate?\" Her distinctive eyes would be unmistakable upon a second meeting. One red and one yellow eye gazed up to meet Yuto's eyes. Her ornate red glass mask would also be another clear indicator of who exactly she was, \"You're sure it's alright that I take up some of your time? What is your favorite tea and how do you like it, Rokugo-San?\"\n\nShe drew her fan back down, as she glanced around the garden, checking for signs of eavesdroppers or other interlopers. \n\n\nA long slow breeze carried over the garden, brushing through the Soshi's hair fluttering it alongside her ribbons and kimono. Her demeanor was presented as relaxed, even as her keen eyes stayed attentive and alert."
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"Just Yuto is fine.\" \n\nHe spoke in a confident stern tone, insisting he'd be called his personal name. Rokugo always made it known for those to call him as he preferred, only accepting it from those outside the clan who would address him as Bayushi. It was the other way around for him, only turning a blind eye to very few who called him Rokugo, having a certain disdain for the name. \n\nUpon seeing her scan the area, Yuto would give a quick glance as well, curious on if she were worried about eavesdropping. It would make him question the topic of this upcoming conversation.. \n \n\nFollowing behind her, he observed her further, his eyes lowering to her waist and below before going up to where Miyokos hair fell. Pondering if it were smart for her to be out here, the city wasn't safe at night. \n\n\"I have no preference with Tea, any is fine. What did you want to discuss?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"Oh, but that would be so improper, you understand that right? Bayushi no Roguko-San, we aren't close or family, so just as you wouldn't call me Miyoko, I should keep it to Rokugo-San even if your preference is otherwise, right? I'm sure you can understand how that would make me look, it could be the topic of a scandal especially if it's one-sided and I'm the only one of us two referring to you so intimately.\" She pressed, turning to face him and waiting to watch his reaction to her comments, heavily scrutinizing Yuto.\n\nThe Soshi seemed unbothered when Yuto matched her cursory check for gawkers and eavesdroppers, and didn't make any particular comment about the action.\n\nWhen following Miyoko from behind and focusing on her waist, it was plain to see her fan which had returned to be at her side and her wakizashi as well. Her hair seemed to conceal no additional weapons, and was pristine like strands of black silk, caressed softly by the wind.\n\"Very well, I'll fix some green tea then, do you take any additives in yours?\" She took Yuto to a different part of the garden, \"If you'll just sit right here, Rokugo-San? I'll tell you what we're discussing as soon as I've prepared some tea?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "His eye started to twitch at her, still refusing to address him by Yuto. Accepting it however, the samurai sighed, pulling his mask off as he kept his eyes onto her. Having taken a seat, he waved his hand when she asked the question of tea. \n\n\"Never mind the Tea for now. What did Bayushi Kaori-sama tell you about me? I take it that's why you sought me out, yes?\" \n\nKeeping his tone calm the scorpion was growing rather impatient, Soshi Miyoko was certainly an unexpected surprise tonight.. She was of Junichis family, though in these few moments of meeting her he had more difficulty talking with her than... Any other scorpion. \n\n\"~~ wouldn't expect her to say anything highly of me to be honest.\" ~~ \n\nHe whispered to himself. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Miyoko let the slightest smile through, and her demeanor changed abruptly, \"Well if you really must know Yuto, she deferred to you as a much better choice than herself for keeping me safe. I actually find I agree with her, it's a pleasant surprise how well you kept your cool while I've been trying to irritate you. Perhaps I won't have to look into the ronin of the area to find someone I can trust not to escalate a fight.\" The slightest smile slipped through, \"If a man from another clan tries pushing you like that, or tries pushing me like that, can I trust you not to break with courtesy and maintain a calm demeanor like you've just done?\"\n\nMiyoko waited to see how Yuto would take the sudden tonal shift, as she sat down beside him, since he'd insisted he didn't actually want tea."
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "This woman was certainly confusing as the vassal struggled to read her. Now she called him by preferred name? What gives? Hearing her reasoning was somewhat relieving, though he wasn't too sure if this test was... Efficient? Yuto did possess a lot of anger under his calm demeanor, but something small like this wouldn't have gotten him riled up. \n\n\"Umm..\" \n\nUnsure of how to answer her question, the man was still processing things. Scanning her figure up and down once more, he'd then speak. \n\n\"Are you asking me to be your Yojimbo? If so, this is quite sudden. I'm not sure if your test provides an accurate assurance to my temper..\" \n\nThere was also his Magistrate duties to consider, wanting to tell the woman no, something refrained him. Why? \n\n\"I don't even know who you are..\""
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Miyoko scrutinized Yuto as his eyes traced her figure again. Unsure what he was looking for, as she measured his response, \"I'm not necessarily asking you to be my Yojimbo, Bayushi Kaori-san suggested it, and I roughly told her that I would at least meet you. Yes, I'm sure there are flaws in such a test, I don't think it needs to be perfect to be worthwhile.\"\n\n\"What can I call you instead of Yuto, because we're definitely not close enough for me to call you Yuto, especially when you're *Very insistent* About the fact we do not know each other or have any sort of relationship. Would you prefer Scorpion-San? Because you are correct, you do not know me.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"Scorpion-San? That'd get quite confusing around others wouldn't it? Besides I like being called Yuto, I only say we don't know each other because I'd like to know more about you before I make a decision.\"\n\nThis wasn't something he so easily considered doing, especially if he wasn't a Yojimbo. Could she have been trying to hire him for some under the table job? If this were true she'd be even more mysterious, but alas he couldn't decide. \n\n\"I don't make decisions off mere whims, I understand you're related to the Ambassador. While being related is significant I'm just not sure if that brings caution to petition me for your bodyguard. I'm passionate about my duties as a Magistrate.\""
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"No, because they'll learn to understand it, as you'll be the only person I would be calling Scorpion-San. How can I be any more clear that to refer to you so casually could cause a social scandal for me? Are you somehow unaware that to refer to someone in such a way is very intimate, and implies a level of intimacy to anyone who hears it? I do not wish to be seen as a foolish woman fawning over you, especially when we so clearly lack any interest in each other.\"\n\nShe puzzled over his lack of consideration, even as she'd roughly explained herself, but was not at all foreseeing his next comment, even as she began to regret spending the time to make his acquaintance.\n\n\"You'd presume to bring my distant cousin into this? I have not petitioned you as a bodyguard, and it is clear to me I will ***Never*** Be doing so in the future. I came here to greet you in good faith and assess whether or not you could keep a cool head. When greeting me on my arrival, Bayushi Kaori-San suggested I *May* Be in your care at some point as I am a diplomat, and when she *Suggested* That, I decided I would at least meet with you. In case I might be being assigned a Yojimbo by my cousin, or in case he might request us to work together in some capacity. I too do not make my decisions off of whims, and that is why I didn't try to petition you, I only planned to get a sense for you tonight. I've seen more than enough and so I bid you a pleasant evening, I will ***Not*** Seek you out again, please do me the same courtesy unless I do something to warrant your attention, *Magistrate*.\" She mixed venom into her words, but did not raise her voice, castigating Rokugo-San with stinging words, while maintaining her grace and poise."
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Well this seemed to be going great, how could the man turn this around? ~~what did he even say to invoke such a reaction anyway..~~ She was part of the scorpion and a well respected family, Yuto had no intentions of being on bad terms with her, especially when she sought potential help. \n\n\"Forgive me Soshi-sama, I tell everyone to call me Yuto. Growing up I wasn't addressed as Rokugo, it isn't my intention to falter your image. I'm just more comfortable with my Real name.\" \n\nThere was nothing else to his request to be called Yuto, though it seemed he had more explaining to do.. \n\n\"I seem to have misunderstood your intentions then. I'm better at handling a sword than words. As a vassal I provide my services to all the noble clans, if it is not too late to conclude this test. I'd like you to walk with me.\" \n\nStanding up from where the two sat, he'd have offered a hand but wouldn't be surprised if she didn't take it."
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"Please just leave. You've the density of stone and the presumptuousness of the worst crane. I will not be calling you by any name, Magistrate-San. If you have no **Official ** Business with me, do not call on me. I do not wish to keep your company.\" She remained seated, waiting for Yuto to leave. If he lingered she prepared to leave herself. She spread her fan, imposing a barrier to him, covering her mouth and giving a look that could probably kill if she'd only been born with the kami's gifts. \n\nMiyoko shifted in discomfort, ready to leave if Yuto did not, and to uproar and cause a scene if he tried to follow her."
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Taking a deep breath, her denial was expected. Seeing there was no reason to remain, he simply bowed to the woman that stayed seated. Afterward, Yuto put his mask back on, turning away as he proceeded to leave. Feeling it was better to let the insult wash over him. He didn't want to have bad relations with anyone in the clan, but it seemed that was unavoidable now. \n\n\"First time that's ever happened..\" \n\nWhispering to himself as he walked away and departed from the Scorpion Gardens"
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "One of the more peaceful venues of the city, the Scorpion Garden was a place where one could relax, take some time to just enjoy the passing of time in a comfortable atmosphere, the garden, the animals kept, the baths, and as many a samurai could enjoy, the tea.\n\nBayushi Tomura gently brought the warm tea to his lips, taking his time to slowly savor the flavor as he drank. He did not expect a letter from the Phoinex, but what kind of courtier would be be to deny a meeting. He didn't care for martial prowess, he had no use for it in his work other then examples to be made, but it was still a foundation of their culture, it had it's place. So, when he was invited to help cultivate that culture, why, he couldn't refuse now he could he?\n\nHe wore the humble robes of a minor functionary, crimson red with the black Mon of the Bayushi on his back, he wore his fox mask to cover the top of his face, so as to drink. And... A kitten seemed to be drinking a small cup of milk beside him."
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "After a stormy day before, the morning of the planned meeting had dawned calm and bright. Kita had prepared herself in a kimono of dark pink fading to orange at the hems. Her hair was pulled up and wrapped around a set of ornate hairpins today and she carried a satchel with her. She made her way to the Scorpion Gardens. Birds were singing in the trees as she approached, flitting around in the branches. They seemed pleased with the day, as she was herself.\n\nShe was glad to have her request accepted, both since she had yet to see the beauty of the famed gardens, and to address both of the subjects on her mind. Well, make that three.\n\nAs she was shown to where Tomura was waiting she admired the vibrant planlife curated here, as well as the fine adornments of the nearby zoo and baths. Before long she came in sight of the man she was looking for. He was in the same dark fox mask as before. And of course, this had to be Baka, sitting nearby."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura looked up from his tea, offering a friendly smile to the librarian. \"Asako-san, thank you for accepting my invitation.\" He rose and gave a polite bow before return to his seat. \"I hope you enjoy the tea, Spring's Smile, I thought it might remind you of home.\" He offered.\n\n\"So, the books you acquired last we met, please, tell me how you enjoyed them.\" He asked, opening with a more casual topic, as if this was not business. \"Anything you'd recommend?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "She bowed in return, making little effort to hide her enthusiasm, both at the offering of tea and a discussion of books. His greeting had relieved most of the remaining trepidation she had felt walking into the Scorpion's domain. \n\n\"Spring's Smile, one of my favorite blends! How thoughtful of you.\"\n\nShe joined him, taking a seat around the corner from him instead of across the table, setting the satchel she carried down between them. At his question she flipped it open and pulled out two slender volumes. The first is the slim black covered book he had pointed out to her in the bookstore, Hollow.\n\n\"This one, I finished just a few days ago, I'm not sure I've slept since. The ending was quite a thrill although I won't give anything away.\"\n\nThe second was covered in a moss-green silk, the front cover embossed with the image of a crescent moon, the lower half of it blending into a coiling snake-like tail. She laid them both on the table in front of them.\n\n\"This one is a gift for you. For meeting me and any time and assistance I may need.\"\n\n ||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He *Grinned* When she described not being able to sleep, the excitement seemed to ooze from him, hanging on every word as she described her thoughts on it. Upon seeing the second book, and of course refusing it three times when it was presented, he took it in his hand an looked it over.\n\n\"The cover is intriguing, one should not judge by the cover, but I can't help but think this will be a fascinating one, I thank you Asako-san.\" He nodded to her, \"But it was no trouble at all, I'm always one to assist my friends and neighbors.\" He offered in assurance before sipping the tea again.\n\n\"I trust you've been well since we last met, settling in your library, have you gotten a cat yet for the mice?\"\n||"
},
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Motioning to the green-covered book, she explained, \n\"This one is A Tale of Two Tail; it is a story written by a companion of my aunt. It tells of a certain samurai, who they traveled with them for a time, and his naga lover. The author showed great creativity in including *All* The details the samurai shared with him.\" \nShe raised a suggestive eyebrow over her teacup before she added,\n\"It features a Scorpion heavily in the second chapter as well if I remember correctly. His resourcefulness... Well, I'll let you read it and see. I thought you might enjoy it, and as there were not a great many copies made, it was probably one you didn't already have in your collection.\"\n\n\"Speaking of, I am pleased to see that Baka-san has not murdered you in your sleep. I have not had the time to pursue finding my own for the library as I have found myself quite occupied, settling in, as you say. Although I have given it some additional consideration.\"\n\nShe stretched a tentative finger toward the little ball of fluff, looking as if she was expecting to be attacked at any second.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded along with her explanation... And blinked under his mask, that was... Quite a description.\n\n\"I see...\" He picked it up again, feeling the texture of the cover, it was almost like he was savoring it. \"That... Is a promise of a tale, and it's rare?\" He asked, \"Asako-san, I thank you *Deeply* For this gift, I'm sure today I've been given what could only be called one of the jewels of my collection, an honor truely.\" He nodded before looking down at Baka.\n\n\"Yes, it would seem so, although I'm afraid he might be trying to lull me in a false sense of security, waiting for the right moment to strike, such is the cunning minds found in all felines.\" He chuckled, then turned back to her.\n\n\"That was quite the match we saw, I was never one for dueling, but after witnessing the spar, I can see it's appeal.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita took a slow sip of her tea, savoring the flavor, a small smile still on her face. She had been unsure if she had possibly misread his *Interests* But it seemed to be on point.\n\n\"It was an exciting match to watch, although I can't say as I've many to compare it to. But the skill they both showed was very impressive. I must say I am anxious now to see more. Which does bring us to the other reason I had hoped to speak to you.\nI am overseeing the Steel Talons, a Phoenix embassy project to promote dueling within the city. With the support of other clans, we are hoping to realize our vision of the project.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Of course it did, the segway to buisness after all can't be too to the point.\n\n\"Yes, I remember there was some mention of a dueling project.\" He put the book back down and cocked his head. \"What would this vision be?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"The proposal, in its original form, is to have 5 named champions-periodically open to challenge; asking the finalists from the Crane's most recent Iaijutsu tournament to serve as 4 of the Steel Talons, and have the Crane nominate their own representative as the 5th, recognizing that talent and expertise as our first champions. Challenges in the form of a tournament would be held and the title rotated to those winners.\"\n\nThe explanation itself seemed fairly straight forward, the issue though came in the details. She had personally come to terms with those, the benefits outweighing anything else. She continued, still weighing her words a little more carefully, and pausing when she was done watching for his reaction.\n\n \"A concern was raised with two of those finalists being ronin, ones sponsored by the Unicorn and Mantis clan respectively. The other two finalists are members of your own clan.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura smiled, but inward gears began to turn. Such a system would be a way to boost the renown of Clans in the city, showing off the skill of their Bushi, a soft display of might. Even the accolade of these 'Steel Talons' could bring honor to a warrior... And yet Ronin in such a title, could be seen as lessening the position.\n\n\"The Steel Talons...\" He repeated, \"A find accolade to aspire to, the name suggests the purity and resilience of the fine metal, with the lethality of an eagles talon...\" He took a small sip of his tea. \"A new and distinguished title, such things are often remembered by their founders, the first holders...\" It would be subjected to much scrutiny if *Ronin* Could be called such, many would see it as less an honor than it could be.\n||"
},
{
"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "She understood the hesitation, mirroring her own initially. She continued with the argument that had eventually won her over,\n\n\"I'll admit, I was surprised to learn the finalists of the Crane's contest. But with that being the case, excluding the ronin would disregard the skill of these individuals and remove some level of challenge from later contests for the title of Steel Talon to be retained or change hands. If the current 'champions' of the craft are not included, can we really say those awarded have the highest skill? And does it not provide another level of motivation for our clansmen to better themselves as well?\"\n\nShe leaned back slightly, cup in hand. Hopefully she could convince him to see what she herself now believed.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He nodded along, looking down on his tea.\n\n\"That is a fair point,\" He allowed, but their was a slight since of hesitation, \"It is a worthy distinction and endeavor, but along with the Ronin, their is concern two of them where Scorpion yes?\" He asked, best to come back to the Unicorn's Ronin later, if their where issues seen with his own clan, it would be best to address such concern first and foremost.\n\n\"What could such a concern be?\" He cocked his head.\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita showed some dismay at this inquiry, setting her cup down and replying earnestly,\n\n\"Oh no, Bayushi-san, there is no concern with the Scorpion duelists at all. It is our honor to extend the title of Steel Talon to both of them. I apologize if it seemed they were included in what was in question. \n\nBut-since it would be associated with them as well, that is why I wanted to come speak to you directly before actions were finalized.\"\n\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura set his head back up right, trying to watch her, judge her reactions, a proper back step to the conversation, like any duel, he needed to have her on a defensive before he got to the heart of the matter.\n\n\"I see, no apologies are needed between friends,\" He smiled, Baka made a stretch before hopping up, setting himself on Tomura's lap. The scorpion absent mindedly went to pet his kitten.\n\n\"I can see this project as something worth backing, have you discussed this with anyone else?\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Concerns hopefully averted, her expression relaxed some again.Although she had clasped her hands, still subconsciously rubbing at a long gone ink stain on her finger.\n\n\"It, of course, has been passed through initial vetting at City Hall, albeit without the approval for the ronin. That is where I will need to revisit after these discussions. I had the opportunity as well to visit with the Mantis Magistrate, and she has pledged her support, with a particular investment in the-.\"\n\nBaka jumping up on his lap distracted her momentarily. She chuckled,\n\n\"He really is your little friend isn't he? Now, what was I..\"\n\nHe had mentioned before that he felt his position was just that of a minor paper-pusher. But she had gotten the impression that even if this was the case, that he might have some influence in situations like this. Or just know how to work a situation to the end he desired. She was not a stranger either to gettting what she wanted. She pushed a little further.\n\n\"We believe that with the support of the leadership of the clans, including yourself, and clans sponsoring the ronin duelists, that we can overcome the objection. Your backing would be valuable to its success.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He smiled at that, so the Clans are needed to sign off for the approval of Ronin... And one sponsored by the Unicorn.\n\n\"I think this is a noble goal, one that is a step to fostering the unity of our clans.\" He said merrily, \"I would be happy to give my voice to this chorus.\" He looked down at Baka with some admiration, gently scratching under his chin.\n\n\"However,\" He said, still cheery and smiling, \"I would be more comfortable if we thought about the concerns, no one wishes to doubt there skill, surely, but Ronin as founding members of a title, well my friend, perception is everything, and society at large as a certain perception of the Wave Men, prehaps, a minor detail surely, that any full Samurai could challenge Steel Talons that are Ronin, to take the title?\" He asked, sipping his drink, \"It would keep the honor of the title, and the honor of the Ronin, after all, the only reason to unseat them would be if one could surpass their skill?\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "A pleased smile grew on her face mirroring his own. Progress was being made. Her next stop would be, presumably, the most challenging, then... But he continued speaking. She placed her train of thought on pause to hear his suggestion. \n\nShe listened carefully, taking a slow sip of her tea as he explained.\n\n\"A challenge allowed before the initial title is awarded... An attractive suggestion, I believe. One I will have to give ample consideration.\"\n\n It would allow for the ronin to still be included, recognizing the prowess they had already shown, while still making allowances as far as appearances were concerned. If the ronin could best the challenger, then so be it. Besides, it might also make room for some of the newcomers to the city to make themselves known.\n\nKita inclined her head towards Tomura slightly,\n\"I very much appreciate your suggestion. It may provide the accommodation for such concerns to get this project off the ground. Tell me, are there any other reservations you have about committing your support to the Steel Talons?\""
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"No.\" He shakes his head, \"It was no reservation, simply a concern for the sanctity of the title, if I'm to put my support to it, I want it to thrive, I want it to be an honored and august title...\" He sipped his tea, \"To aid the creation of such a thing... It's a form of immortality in a sense, an idea, a concept, and I would be honored to lend my support to it.\"\n\nHe looked down at Baka, who nuzzled his master.\n\n\"And Baka supports it too, which means it's bound to succeed.\" He looked back up to her. \"So yes, I think I can lend my voice to this chorus.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"Wonderful, I am glad to hear it, and I welcome your support. The Steel Talons success could be something greater than any one of us, couldn't it? \"\n\nShe turned her attention back to her teacup, not letting her guard down too far but allowing herself a moment to savor both the beverage and the sense of accomplishment from the agreement. Emptying the cup, she set it back on the table in front of her.\n\n \"Now, you had asked about the books I had been enjoying, but what about yourself? Have you been able to take the time to read any of those you acquired or were they simply pretty additions to the collection for now?\"\n\n ||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Of course, as long as the clause on Ronin challenges are in.\" He said simply, it was his price after all.\n\n\"Actually, I've about finished with them.\" He said rather cheerily, \"Fascinating tales, stayed up an entire night searching every shadow for an Oni about to kill me.\" He laughed at that, \"If I buy a book, I promise you, I'll never let it just sit and catch dust.\" He took a sip of his own tea.\n\n\"Tell me, have you by chance met Yasuke Rei-san yet?\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita nodded in reply, the pleased look still on her face. She laughed as well at Tomura's description of chasing shadows, \n\n\"I think I know the feeling. I am glad to hear you take the time to read them. I know some that would collect them as a prize just to display on the shelf. It's a shame.\"\n\nShe tilted her head at the inquiry about meeting the Crab.\n\n\"No, I can't say that I have. My acquaintances here have been limited so far to my own Phoenix, a few of your scorpion, and the lion. Oh and a couple Unicorn. Why do you ask? Are they someone of note?\"\n\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Yasuke Rei is something of the local gossip, she runs a tea house and her passion is two simple things, gossip and matching people up together, she's an excellent source of information but I must also warn you, she *Will* Try to find a marriage for you, I fear I only am spared her ambitions because we're friends.\" He chuckled, \"The tea is excellent though.\"\n\n\"Most of my contacts are among the Scorpion, but I've been around the city long enough to meet a few faces, I like to think people are like... Books, each with a unique story to enjoy.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita was no stranger to gossip, a good deal of her courier training had dealt with just that, it was a good as currency. But he continued to explain,\n\n\"Oh, -oh! A matchmaker? I see. Not that our clans seem to be in good terms anyhow currently, but I will keep that in mind. And good tea too.\"\n\nHer eyes had grown larger and she gave a nervous giggle. Was this a recommendation, or merely a friendly warning? She picked up her tea cup again and leaned forward, remembering then that she had emptied it and motioned as if asking if he needed more as well.\n\n\"So you are safe from becoming her project? I'm curious then who she's had her sights on recently? But if you can't share that, who else interesting have you run across in the city?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Well, there is Matsu Rin,\" He smiled, as if confirming the answer to Rei's schemes is a very need to know basis. \"She's... A country girl trying to make it in the big city.\" He chuckled, \"All in all she's... An interesting young woman, naive in the ways of the greater good, but earnest.\" There was a small hint of admiration in his voice.\n\n\"Oh to be that naive,\" He chuckled, \"Their is something to be admired in it I suppose, do all Lion have the same basic view of the world, things in black and white...\" He mused on that a bit, \"It always was fascinating to me, that there are people who just see things as either black or white, it's all grey... But I suppose such a view makes a warriors path easy.\" He sipped his tea.\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita chuckled, she hadn't spoken to Rin outside of watching the match at the dojo, but she could understand Tomura's fascination. \n\n\"Matsu-san is something else isn't she. I've never seen anything like that, can we even really call it a duel? It was more like a sumai match. And she was so enthusiastic. Is she always like that?\" She paused to consider his observation,\n\"I suppose it might make things easier to see just the black and white of things. But maybe a little dull as well. There are so many nuances to every situation. Each little thing that can make the biggest difference.\"\n\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"No, it was much too one sided to be call a duel, it's almost unfair that you owe me money from it...*Almost*.\" He smirked, \"Always, at least when we encounter each other, her martial prowess is strong, social prowess, that is sadly lacking, easily amazed and overwhelmed I find.\" He chuckled, *Adorable in it's own way* He thought\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita grimaced at the reminder. Had she learned her lesson? Maybe. She motioned to Hollow.\n\n\"I had not forgotten Bayushi-san. The zeni are just there, inside the cover. Remind me to avoid the gambling dens, unless of course you are there to advise.\"\n\nShe gave a rueful laugh and let the awkward subject pass. Tomura continued to ramble on about Rin. Either she was one of the more interesting individuals in Ryoko Owari or ... \n\n\"What kind of social encounters have proved overwhelming? She may not have the skills of a suave courtier but I've seen much worse.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "At her grimace, he appeared to suppress a chuckle, it was just a harmless wager and she's acting like they visited an opium den, it was almost amusing.\n\nAt the question of Matsu Rin, he simply sipped his tea.\n\n\"When I met her, she was... Attempting to perform the tea ceremony,\" He explained, looking down on his own tea. \"She... Gave a good try at it, but their was still parts that where... Less refined.\" He had to think of a polite way of saying she had no clue what the fuck she was doing.\n\n\"So, I offered my assistance on the matter.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "If Kita noticed his suppressed chuckle, she didn't let on. She was becoming increasingly aware of the more 'nuanced avenues' as it had been said, that things here seemed to take, but it still wasn't her inclination. She picked up her own teacup and took a slow sip, savoring the flavor. Relaxing back slightly she nodded, \n\n\"I suppose it could be challenging to master all the intricacies for some. You are a good friend to help her.\"\n\nKita nodded in an approving manner. Tomura had his quirks but he seemed like a good man all in all.\n\n\"Any other individuals should I be keeping an eye out for around the city?\""
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Well, we are all servants of Hantei, all descended from the Kami, whether it be blood or following their teachings, sure there are disagreements, but in the end, we are all one family.\" He said in assurance, \"How could I not stop to help a fellow in need.\"\n\n\"Hmmm, well, I told you of Rei, other than that... Well, among the Scorpion, their's Bayushi Kotori, she's a very social young woman, I'm sure she'd enjoy the company.\" He sipped the tea again, \"There is a Crane, a duelist by the name of Kakita Kyoko, she's... Stoic, but can make intresting conversation.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"Certainly, and to show such courtesy to a fellow servant of Hantei would be nothing less than expected, I'm sure.\"\n\nKita bobbed her head to the side, almost a shrug. From the way he had been talking, she was thinking there was something more to the story, but she was in no place to pry. Her eyes lit with recognition at the next name he mentioned though.\n\n\"Bayushi Kotori-San? She was at the duels as well if I remember. I did not speak to her that day, but I am anxious to make her acquaintance. The Crane I haven't met either, but I have been meaning to speak to one of their clan about the same matter of business that brought me here today.\""
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"She is a new face, but a pleasant one,\" He said, pausing to refill his tea, \"A musician and entertainer, Bayushi Kotori-san as come to be a good friend, and I'm sure should you two meet, you two would become friends as well.\" He chuckled \n\n\"Kakita-san is a bushi, if you wish to add the Cranes support to this endeavor, I would look for one of their courtiers.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Her thoughts for the moment distracted by business, it took a moment for Kita to respond. She gave a dismissive wave of her hand,\n\n\"No, of course. Not Kakita-san directly, although I am curious how things work from a duelist's point of view. But as far as the Talons, I was given the name of their magistrate-I think it was-..., I have it down somewhere.\"\n\nAfter pausing to consider for a minute, she gave Tomura a curious look.\n\"The next stop I have planned to make actually is with Utaku Kazuko-sama, or whoever she might direct me to in her stead. Have you happened to make her acquaintance?\""
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura smiled a bit wider at that, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.\n\n\"Ah yes, Utake-sama, an excellent samurai and an even more gracious host,\" He nodded, \"She was among the first Unicorn in had the pleasure of meeting in this city.\" He took a sip of his tea.\n\n\"I could imagine they would welcome the idea, although be adamant their Ronin stay unchallenged.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "With a half-quirk of a grin, Kita watched the eyes shadowed behind the mask, \n\"Well, I appreciate a useful word. With the, shall we say, tense relationship my clan has had with the Unicorn of late I was just thinking it might be helpful to get an outside opinion on how the situation might be approached... Anything you suggest that might help in winning her over? Or at least keep me off her bad side?\"\nKita raised an eyebrow at the Scorpion across the table, taking a sip from her tea.\n\n ||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Don't give her a saddle.\" He laughed, the mask was designed so that seeing his eyes would be, difficult, it more seemed like two black slits stared out, but every now and then his eyes could be seen. \n\n\"But in all seriousness, she's gracious, but she keeps in mind who her enemies and rivals are, at least in my experience, if the Unicorn view you as an enemy, such thoughts would be in the back of her mind, a dangerous yet dutiful woman that one.\" \n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"Don't tell me... Did you?\"\nKita shook her head at the answer, surprised that something like that hadn't lost him his position, or worse if so. Yet here he was, something she would heed. \n\n\"I do hope at this point that the Phoenix in general, and myself in particular, are not considered enemies, although rivals may still be accurate. I will keep in mind.\"\n\nShe sat in silence for a short time, considering.\n\"You say your support requires the challenge of the ronin to be available and yet you believe that she will not accept that...\nIt's said- we try to please everyone and no one is made happy.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Did I what?\" He said simply, his tone neither confirming or denying whatever stories her mind may be cooking up. \n\n\"Enemies wouldn't be a proper word for it, I think you can at least count yourself in their eyes are... Watched I'd imagine.\" He gave an exaggerated sigh, \"Sometimes I wish the Clans could simply work together more, squabbles only serve to sow division, which in turn leads to violence, which leads to deaths of those who would be better used serving the Empire as a whole it's pathetic really in it's own way.\" He chuckled.\n\n\"But you didn't come to hear me prattle on about current affairs did you.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "No, her suspicions had run away with her. It was just good advice, right? That wouldn't have been something that would be let to slide by, surely. The mask, and reply, revealed nothing.\n\n\"I see,\" She answered slowly, some doubt coloring her voice. \"But your advice would be sound, and I have considered that I will have to find an appropriate gift, not saddle-related.\" \n\nThe corner of her mouth twisted up. \"That's what we deal in though isn't it? Current affairs? They are as we make them, otherwise we are left to react to them as they come.\"\n\nShe fell silent for a bit, sipping her tea thoughtfully. After a minute she spoke again, \n\"How would you see the conflict resolved, Bayushi-san? This cooperation for the betterment of the Empire. A proposal to achieve righteousness through peace, instead of chaos and violence?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He considered, \n\n\"I will admit, this is beyond me.\" He said with a shrug and sip of his drink, \"I'm nobody, just a minor desk worker barely in his twenties, I'm no philospher or great peace maker, if I where to speak out most would be in their rights to ignore me... However-\"\n\nHe took a sip of his drink\n\n\"For one thing... I would make it so it's illegal to claim territory in war, that a Clan cannot annex or take the bordering lands of another, our lands where given to us by Hantei, to claim anothers territory, be it so much as a town or even a city would be to question the wisdom of the first Emperor... I would also penalize fueding and uncoperative behaivor, the inter-clan warfare wastes so many lives that would be better set to serving the empire... But then again, this sounds more like the wishful thinking of youth, please, forget I mentioned it.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "She watched him over her teacup with a reflective expression. She appeared to contemplate what he said before responding,\n\n\"You may not claim to be a philosopher, but it seems you have put some thought into the matter. I value your frankness.\"\n\nShe inclined her head slightly towards him and took another sip before continuing.\n\"I do not disagree with most of what you stated. \nFortunately, we all have different goals, which leads to great variety. Unfortunately, we all have different goals, which leads to conflict.\nIt is said that war is the most noble pursuit of a samurai. When the closest source of conflict is each other, it becomes easy to see one another as an enemy to overcome.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"War is destructive, war is counter productive, if war hinders your master's other servants, then you are harming your master.\" He countered, looking down on his tea, \"War against the Shadow Lands, against invading Gaijin, against a foe seeking our destruction and death, these are noble wars... But when it's petty squabbles between Clans... I can't help but see that as pride and vanity, placing one's own petty ego above the Son of Heaven... Treasonous almost.\" He then took a sip of his tea.\n\n\"But, I'm young, I have much to learn...\" He smile, waving a hand dismissively, \"Or I could be correct, and many Samurai in the empire are fools, children who can't get along... I hope for the sake of Rokugan I am wrong.\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "She shook her head now and set her cup down, her face remaining serious.\n\"I think my intent was misunderstood. I am not advocating for handling conflict among the clans with violence. I was simply observing where conflict arises.\nWar should be waged against true enemies of the empire, not not among ourselves. When the foolish squabbles between the clans become 'war', then we destroy that which we should be protecting the most.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Then we are of the same mind on the matter.\" He smiled, finishing his tea he breathed a sigh of content, enjoying the lingering taste in his mouth \n\n\"If I may ask, Asako-san, what do you think of the climate, Summer heat I often find... Unbearable, even if some enjoy it, do you think this summer will be one to burn easy?\"\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "\"Pride and vanity have seen the downfall of many, even if they seem to see advancement in the shorter term. But that does not always keep us from frustration towards those that are more interested in serving themselves.\"\n\nHer posture relaxed again slightly with the clarification made, feeling they were thinking in a similar fashion, even if she was not as vehement in her words.\n\nAs he changed the subject, she was willing to follow his lead,\n\n\"I have not been this far south in the summer, so it would be a blessing if it does not burn so hot. Although I have tended to find retreat inside stone walls in the past when the heat of summer becomes too much.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I see... I do feel like their was an early breeze back in spring, much too warm for the season, almost like a fire... It damaged the fields from what I've been told.\" He sips the tea, \"One fears it could be the sign of a more intense summer, it's important to rely on your friends in such times, when the heat begins to do more damage then most expect.\" He looked up to her.\n\n\"Now, of course, there are ways to mitigate heat, tell me, if summer proves cruel, can I call on you for aid, if it proves poor for my constitution.\" Another small sip\n||"
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"author": "evoliveoyl",
"message": "Kita watched the dark-masked Scorpion across from her. He elaborated further on his concerns for the summer and she understood maybe the subject had not changed as much as she had originally suspected. She nodded slowly, and answered even more so,\n\n\"Yes... I see. As I am... Less familiar with the climate here, I will have to rely some on your judgment of the changing winds. But it has seemed to be, shall we say, a fitful season. And friends are a boon when the weather threatens.\"\n\nKita paused and took a final sip from her own cup. \"I would be honored to lend aid to a friend, such as within my capability, if you should need Bayushi-san.\"\n\nShe made a move as if to collect herself, setting the cup down and sitting up straighter. She nodded in thanks to her host with a smile.\n\n\"Thank you for your invitation to the garden. I shall have to make plans to return soon to enjoy the hospitality of the Scorpion. And again- I appreciate your support for the Steel Talons and the recommendation regarding the concern for the sanctity of the title. I will inform you once the final approvals are in place.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "It was time. Or, rather, it was **Nearly** Time.\n\nThe Phoenix Karo made a habit of arriving early whenever possible and this was no exception. Though he made it out to the Scorpion gardens on occasion, such as his fateful meeting with Yuto, he couldn't exactly call them familiar. It simply wouldn't do to arrive late and blame it on a lack of preparedness.\n\n*Ah, there it is.*\n\nIn the distance, he spied the specific pavilion that Kotori had directed him to in a series of clarifying letters between their initial contact and now. He briefly adjusted the lines of his simple, earth-colored kimono and pulled his obi just a little tighter before heading that way. The glaring mon of the Phoenix shifted subtly across his back with every footfall and the length of cord around his head kept his hair from doing the same before his eyes.\n\nArriving, he briefly considered cresting the steps before deciding against it. It would reflect poorly upon him to bow from a higher elevation, as though snubbing the one who had invited him here.\n\nInstead, he settled in to wait with a small parcel tucked under one arm.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Everything seemed to be in place.\n\nInside the pavilion which had so rapidly become a favorite place for the little Scorpion, the stage was set to host a most honored guest. Fresh tatami mats were laid upon the ground, plush zabuton arranged on either side of a low table made of maple wood polished to almost a mirrored shine. A celadon glazed tea set was at the ready, a water kettle was kept warm by a small oil burner, and several small jars of various loose teas were neatly arranged nearby. There was a whisk as well, in the event *Matcha* Was the chosen beverage. A small plate of exquisitely crafted tea snacks occupied the center of the table, the plate decorated with a few vibrant flower blossoms. \n\nBayushi Kotori nodded in satisfaction at the arrangement. She was equal parts nervous and excited to be meeting Asako Sanumo, who should be arriving in short order. From what she was able to glean from her sources, he was an honorable, highly respected, and highly capable man well versed in the ways of court. \n\nShe was eager to prove herself, not only to Asako-sama but her clan, and secretly... To prove it to herself, most of all. \nTaking a deep, calming breath, she produced a small hand mirror to give herself one final check. Her makeup was more subdued than she usually wore, though still expertly applied to accentuate her features. Her kimono, though still red and black in color, was likewise more conservative in cut and style than she usually wore; she made sure the collar was pulled closed in front with only a teasing dip in the back. \n\nUpon seeing a figure approach, she stepped down from the pavilion and bowed low. When she straightened, she smiled slowly, sweetly.\n\n\"Asako-sama, I am honored by your company today. I am Bayushi Kotori.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*Ah, how foolish. I should have bothered to check before assuming I had arrived first.*\n\nThe Scorpion beheld a man notably younger than his title would imply, the cast of his face suggesting a lack of sleep, a melancholy countenance, or perhaps simply the effects of being chronically overworked.\n\nHe returned the bow to an appropriate degree and rose again to his full stature. « It is a pleasure to meet you, Bayushi-san. Please, accept a token of my thanks for hosting me here today. » He produced the small, non-descript parcel from beneath his arm and held it out with both hands.\n\n\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I cannot accept such generosity, Asako-sama.\" Even as she refused the gift he offered, Kotori smiled up at the young official, taking note of his somber face. Poor fellow. Melancholy was one thing, but exhaustion was entirely another.\n\n\"Please, do make yourself comfortable.\" She swept a hand towards the comfortable set-up inside the pavilion, stepping up after him. She allowed her guest to choose his seat and get settled before joining him, maintaining a proper *Seiza* Posture. \n\n\"I have a number of different teas, Asako-sama. I seek only to provide for your comfort and peace, so please tell me which you would prefer.\" The little Scorpion indicated the jars one by one: yuzu cha <yuzu tea>, sobacha <buckwheat tea>, sencha <green tea>, wakoucha <black tea>, and matcha. \n\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "« Surely you might find it in your heart to reconsider. It would be a shame to find another deserving of such an item. » A practiced reply for a tedious, if necessary tradition.\n\nBut the empire runs on tradition, and so he continued paying lip service to the customs he'd grown used to even as he scaled the pavilion steps alongside his host. He stopped briefly, surveying everything that had been laid out for this visit, before giving a fractional nod.\n\n*Excellent craftsmanship, but no gross opulence. Exactly what is needed - and nothing more. As it should be.*\n\nThe Karo seemed satisfied as he settled into a seat alongside the table. While listening to the teas Kotori had on offer, he idly ran a finger along the exceedingly smooth surface and admired its quality.\n\n« The yuzu tea, please. » he replied without hesitation. There was either a surety to his choice or an indifference ||Etiquette: 4||; one might not be sure which at first glance. His head tipped to the side in mild curiosity, « Will you be drinking the same? Should it not suit your tastes, I wouldn't expect it of you. »\n\nSome samurai could be very particular about ensuring the same food and beverage was shared by all present. If the point of this was mere introductions and nothing more delicate, he saw no reason to insist on such.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I am unworthy of so thoughtful a gift.\" The two of them maneuvered through the elaborate song and dance of gift exchange, and eventually, Kotori accepted the small package with both hands, bowing her head respectfully as she did. It was placed off to the side of the table; it would never do to place a gift upon the floor. \n\n\"The yuzu tea is a special favorite of mine. I find it has a refreshing quality,\" The tea was then prepared with a practiced hand; while this meeting lacked the severity of proper tea ceremony, Kotori was eager to show the Karo he had not wasted his time by deigning to favor her with his time and presence. Not a single stray leaf made it into his cup.\n\n\"I am deeply honored by your visit, Asako-sama. I imagine your duties demand a significant portion of your time and attention.\" Delicate hands extended the tea cup to her guest, making but brief eye contact with him before demurely lowering her gaze. \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "« Very well. » he nodded, accepting her simple answer. Sanumo was seemingly content to stay quiet while the tea was rendered potable. Gently taking the cup once it was offered, he closed his eyes and took his first drink of it.\n\nWhen he opened them, his reprieve was over and he was back to business.\n\n« I assure you the honor is shared. While your assessment is accurate, an aspect of my duties that I would do well not to neglect is making myself available to personnages such as yourself. » The look he levied upon Kotori was one of dissection and categorization, as though he could place her within the web of individuals who fought for his time so frequently. Better they do so for him than for his Ambassador.\n\nIf her letter was earnest and she meant merely to become acquainted for now, then that was all there was as to it. He could humor such a request.\n\n« You wrote in your letter that you are a musician? » The curious lilt in his tone made clear that he sought elaboration.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "His discerning gaze made her want to squirm, but she remained still and poised throughout. After all, was this not two combatants assessing one another? Though, granted, their weapons were word and pen instead of sword and spear. \n\n\"All the same, I am grateful. I can only imagine the great demands placed upon you by your position.\"\n\nHer gaze flicked back up towards his face when he mentioned music, and a bright smile momentarily lit her features before she schooled herself back into a more appropriate, subdued expression.\n\n\"I am indeed a musician, Asako-sama. I am skilled with a number of instruments and would be honored to play for you at some time, if you ever so desire.\" She picked up her tea and took a sip, wetting her throat that suddenly felt so dry it hurt. \"Are you a lover or admirer of the arts?\"\n\nThe question was phrased ambiguously, and absolutely intentionally. \n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "« Perhaps I will take you up on that someday. » He retorted nebulously. It didn't seem like a placation so much as a statement of blunt fact.\n\nAn eyebrow rose at the phrasing of her inquiry. The gesture was short-lived, his expression returning to one of safe neutrality. « In fact, I **Am** An admirer of the arts. Not only is my family notably involved with such circles back home, but I made a point to further my research at the dojo. » As an afterthought, he included. « I'm also a sculptor of modest talent. »\n\nHe straightened some, swelling with a measure of pride. « And, as it so happens, I was selected to act as a judge in a poetry competition during the recent festival the Imperials held. It was fulfilling to be so involved with a diverse gathering of creative minds. »\n\nIt seemed they were getting somewhere. While his face gave little, the shifts in his body language and how he talked conveyed a more thorough interest in the topic at hand.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She bowed her head at his noncommittal response, which was more than sufficient. She made the offer to almost all she met out of a love of music, though Kotori was not so foolish as to think that people would overlook her clan affiliation. \n\n\"A sculptor? How marvelous!\" Her voice expressed honest delight upon hearing he was also a lover of the arts, and she beamed at him. Remembering herself quickly, however, she concealed her smile behind her sleeve and lowered both her gaze and her voice. The tired-looking man seemed to liven up a bit, and the little Scorpion hoped she had discovered a topic of shared interest. \n\n\"I very much believe the adage that a good poet can bring a tear to the eye.\" She lowered her sleeve, though her eyes continued to smile. \"Though I have found a bad poet can do the same.\"\n\n\"To serve as a judge at such an illustrious event is a great honor, Asako-sama. Your expertise on the subject must be exceptional. Were there any poets whose name for which one ought to pay attention?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"An apt observation, Bayushi-san.\" He nodded appreciatively. \"And applicable across a wide range of similar circumstances.\"\n\n*After all, ineptitude only breeds the worst in us.*\n\n\"Yes, actually. The runner-up was Ide Khulan-san of the Unicorn, with Yasuki Umeo-san narrowly coming out on top.\" His observations ceased briefly as he drained the last of his cup, placing it down so as to intentionally make an emphasizing thud. \"One must never forget the Crab's penchant for spinning honeyed words.\" ||Etiquette 3, Air 4 (Eloquent) - Sanumo is making a bitter rebuke of trusting the Crab.||\n\n*And then destroying you once they've lulled you into a false sense of security.*\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I shall keep both names in mind, and the wisdom of your words.\" \n\nShe'd had the opportunity of meeting Yasuki Umeo, and he had seemed a pleasant enough fellow at the time. Charming, even. But, the tone of the Karo's voice and the set of his jaw was a potent, unspoken reminder: very few people could ever truly be trusted, and that trust must be hard earned. \n\n\"More tea, Asako-sama?\" She placed her hands on the teapot but did not yet lift it, indicating his now empty cup with a nod.\n\n\"How did you come to discover your talent at sculpting, if I may be so bold as to ask? I've met poets and painters aplenty, but very few sculptors. It is an art that requires such a different set of skills I cannot help but be fascinated.\" \n\n || Etiquette 4 (sincerity), Kotori wants Sanumo to know her interest in his artistic craft is genuine||\n\n|| I'm still getting the hang of 'using stats' effectively, so please let me know if I should or could be doing things differently\n ^^ ||\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "« Please. » His fingertips pushed the cup slightly in her direction.\n\nHis voice rose slightly to be heard clearly over the pouring liquid. « My father acts as a bridge of sort between artisans and those who require their services. Because of this, there was no shortage of such professionals around me growing up - a number of which owed my father favors. » \n\n« As a result, I was able to try my hand briefly at many arts in my youth. I only found meaningful talent in one - sculpture - when Shiba Juroto-sama helped me to discover it. »\n\nHe paused, quietly reclaiming his filled teacup with an accompanying nod of thanks. « Are we sculptors truly so rare, in your experience? I understand that my perceptions of likelihood are skewed in this matter. »\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "With a soft smile, Kotori refilled her guest's cup. She was glad he'd chosen the yuzu tea.\n\n\"I think sculptors are less common as such an art requires more space. After all, calligraphy and poetry scarcely need more than a flat expanse of space, and the tools required are more readily available. I have only seen the workshop of one sculptor, and I was surprised by the breadth of equipment. So many different knives and scoops and... And...\" \n\nShe actually laughed at herself then, covering her mouth as she did. Perhaps she should have been embarrassed by her ignorance, but something about the situation struck her as comical. \"Please, forgive me, Asako-sama. I do not even know the proper names for the tools. So, taking that into consideration, I would say that sculpting is indeed a rare talent.\" \n\nShe took another sip of tea, the smile on her lips properly restrained though the smile in her eyes still shone bright. \"Do you have any particular subjects which you favor in your art? The sculptor I met was particularly taken by deer.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Amused lingered in his gaze, if not the rest of his face, as the Scorpion was momentarily flustered. \"I suppose you must have the right of it then. I certainly have enough scoops that I cannot count them.\"\n\n*Because scoops are unsuitable for my mediums of choice.*\n\nA dry jest from a beleaguered man. \"Truth be told, I have little time to hone my craft, but... When I do? I like to try and replicate items or scenes I've read about in books. I'm a historian at heart and the written world has no shortage of scenes to bring to life.\"\n\n\"My most recent piece actually fits that bill and rests within the Lion embassy. Akodo Katsuhiro-sama has been cultivating a garden and seeking an artisan from each clan to make a symbol of peace, stability, and friendship between clans.\" A contemplative look crossed over his face like a shadow. \"I must say, the expectations I had for the Lion did not survive contact with the reality of them - or at least not those within city bounds.\"\n\n\"A positive surprise, for once.\" He thought the Lion might be a potentially sensitive topic, but what he had said was both truthful and directly pertinent to the subject at hand. It wasn't as though he couldn't drop it entirely, if his host found it acerbic.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I hope that I may see your works at some time in the future. To be able to create with your hands something that another has crafted with words is a gift.\" \n\nIf she was bothered at all by his mention of the Lion, she made no show of it. She watched his face intently, studying his features, looking for any changes in his mood. He wore that faint look of amusement well, and she hoped that indicated he was beginning to relax... At least as much as one can in such circumstances. This was not a meeting between friends. Not yet.\n\n\"I am surprised to hear the Lion have engaged in such a lofty pursuit.\" Despite the ease with which insults could come on the subject, the little Scorpion spoke with neither malice nor mockery. In fact, one could be forgiven for thinking it genuine surprise, bordering on admiration. \"I imagine the other works provided by the different clans must also be remarkable pieces. Has the collection been completed?\" \n\n\"My own interactions with the Lion I have met in the city thus far are not at all what I had expected. The few I have met in the past were serious or morose or aggressive. Those I have met in Ryoko Owari have been...\" She could not help but smile slightly, thinking first to the game of go she had shared with Ikoma Maeda, and then to when she encountered Miu and Himiko dancing in the street on Teardrop Isle. \"...A colorful cast of characters.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*Quite the flatterer, this one.*\n\nNot that Sanumo found himself complaining.\n\n« I'm sure an opportunity will arise one day. I need to get around to making a new piece anyways. I only await time and inspiration. » He briefly offered a thin smirk.\n\n« As I recall it, my contribution to the garden was the first. If you are hasty, you may yet have time to personally arrange one for the Scorpion, though admittedly I wonder what form such a thing might take. »\n\nIt was mostly idle musing, but there was a real, if mild, curiosity present. If she had an immediate inclination, it would certainly be interesting.\n\nAs Kotori touched on her interactions with Lions beyond the city, Sanumo frowned contemplatively. « So they **Are** Outliers then. My readings on the Lion and the reality of them seemed askew, but I wasn't sure whether or not to blame my sources. » His face slowly returned to neutrality. « A pleasant surprise. »\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I shall look forward to that day.\" \n\nShe liked Sanumo's face much better when he smiled; he looked younger, less tired, and less burdened. True, smiling had that effect on the countenances of most people, but something about the Phoenix's burden seemed so much heavier than his years warranted. Maybe it was his demanding position as Karo, maybe it was something else entirely.\n\n\"I, too, wonder what form such a work would take.\" Kotori concealed a soft laugh behind her sleeve. \"If my arts were of the visual sort, I would gladly seek the opportunity to contribute. Sadly, music can only be captured but poorly upon paper.\"\n\n\"I will, however, inquire of my magistrate. It would not do at all if we did not contribute something, no?\" Her expression took on an air of concern then, brows knit ever so slightly behind her mask. \"While I should ask our ambassador, I have yet to meet with Shosuro Komori-sama. A most vexing development... Or perhaps rather, a lack of one.\" A slight shake of her head, a sip of tea, and the subject seemed forgotten, for she smiled soon again. \n\n\"I have been pleasantly surprised by several of my interactions within the city. And while perhaps have not all of those interactions have been surprising, many have still been quite pleasant. Dare I even say I am approaching the level of friendship with some.\" She spoke the last sentence with a just a note of conspiratorial playfulness, eyes shining behind her mask.\n\n ||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "It was unfortunate that her own arts weren't applicable and he nodded along as she said as much.\n\n« Ah, yes. I've found that Bayushi Yuto-san has a knack for getting things done - assuming that is the Magistrate to which you refer. » He nearly remarked on how he'd only met her Ambassador once and Komori had displayed more willingness to be wall art than to participate in the discussion. But that seemed in poor taste, especially when she quickly brushed past the topic. He acted as though it was perfectly normal, looking outwards at what lay beyond the pavilion briefly as she pressed on.\n\n« You have made such ripples in this short of a time? » It was clear by his body language that he had grasped the implication. « I might have to meet these others who have been so swiftly won over. » The last was delivered with a note of dry admiration.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Indeed, I meant Bayushi Yuto-sama. He has been so welcoming to me that I feel like I have been in this city for much longer than I have.\" \n\n\"The others I have met...\" She paused, considering whether she ought to reveal the names. But really, why shouldn't she? If a person was too frightened their reputation may suffer by associating with a Scorpion, they would never truly be a friend, would they? They would remain forever an acquaintance. A friendly one, perhaps, but an acquaintance still. \n\n\"I think, perhaps in time, I might call Utaku Takeda a friend.\" There was a note of shyness In her voice as she mentioned the Unicorn. She too looked out over the garden grounds, albeit in a different direction than did Sanumo. The spot for the pavilion had been chosen carefully to ensure that every view, no matter where one might sit, was beautiful, whether said view looked out onto bamboo groves or carefully tended flowers. \n\n\"I hope that when I eventually leave Ryoko Owari Toshi, it is a slightly better place than when I came.\" She spoke very softly, mostly to herself. But then, she blinked out of her momentary reverie, once again turning a friendly smile to the Phoenix. \n\n\"Is there anything else I may offer you as this moment, Asako-sama? Your comfort and ease is my primary concern.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Utaku Takeda-san, hm?\" The Karo shifted on his cushion, visibly somewhat uncomfortable. \"I've only spoken with him once - and briefly, but I made a poor impression.\" He offered no excuses, backpedaling, or anything of the sort. \"Perhaps you might put in a good word for me, if it pleases you.\"\n\nHer remark about improving the city beneath their feet was an admirable one, if only mentioned almost in passing. He'd nearly gone to answer with his own thoughts about the city before she pressed on to inquire about his present desires.\n\nAt that, he gently set down his teacup and folded his hands in front of him. \"I must confess to being somewhat confused, Bayushi Kotori-san. By this point, most who would seek my company would have made a request of me.\" \n\nHe took a centering breath, using the time to think about how best to phrase this.\n\n\"If there is something of import, I would prefer us to get it out of the way. Are you perhaps acting as an intermediary for Bayushi Yuto-san?\"\n\n*I find it unlikely that this is truly a purely social visit.*\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I cannot imagine that my opinion would be of much consequence to Utaku Takeda, but I would be happy to do so. I also cannot imagine that he would not allow one to make amends for past errors. He seems a gracious sort.\" Her voice softened with a note of bashfulness and uncertainty. Maybe she had the Unicorn all wrong, but she hoped not. \n\nWhen the Phoenix Karo spoke next, she too set her cup aside, likewise folding her dainty hands in her lap. She looked up at him calmly. Her affable smile became one of composed, courtly propriety, just the faintest curling of the lips. \n\n\"I have no specific formal request to make of you, Asano-sama. It is true that Bayushi Yuto has asked me to assist as an intermediary in certain social affairs. As I am to be beginning duties at the bathhouse soon as well, he advised that I should make the acquaintances of important individuals within the city, especially those with whom our clan is at least on amiable terms.\" \n\n\"Furthermore, this meeting is to be a reminder of Our good will. We have not forgotten our agreement to help you with other matters. We seek only to reaffirm the mutually beneficial relationship between our respective clans.\"\n\n \"And if I may be so bold as to interject a personal motivation, upon meeting you and finding you to be an artist as well, my interest in your sculptures is genuine. Even if we should come to no other understanding today, I hope that you will be able to trust that.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Well...\" He sat straighter, \"That being the case, you've been doing an excellent job. And thank you - for caring about my art.\" He added hastily.\n\n*I could apologize for doubting her stated intent, but that would just cause us to linger on it. Best to press on.*\n\n\"To answer your original question then, I am as comfortable as I could reasonably expect to be. We Asako trend towards simple tastes, as you may well know, and I am no outlier in that regard.\" He gestured at his rather plain apparel. \"I could be satisfied with less, but can recognize and appreciate your earnest effort nonetheless.\"\n\n\"And, on the topic of earnest efforts, I'm certain there will be much pleasant news circulating about the bathhouse after you've well and truly settled into the position.\" He leaned forward on his elbows. \"It'll be intriguing to see how you handle yourself in such a prestigious role.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"It's my pleasure, Asako-sama.\" \n\n\"One of my tutors used to say that through art we may achieve immortality.\" \n \nWhen he gestured towards his attire, she took a moment to survey his clothing, and smiled again. \"It is possible to forget the comfort that may come with simplicity. It is a lesson which I shall endeavor to visit personally.\"\n\nShe took one more sip of her tea. \"I am looking very forward to attending the bathhouse. I know that some... Displeasure had been voiced, but I seek to remedy that. Sometimes all that is needed is a fresh set of eyes to determine where improvements might be made. I would be most honored if you might visit sometime and take a moment's respite from you myriad duties.\" \n\nKotori wondered silently if a good soak and an hour of relaxation might help to alleviate the weight of exhaustion that sat so heavily upon the karo.\n\n\"I would be more than pleased to provide music for you at the same time.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*She is rather insistent, isn't she?*\n\nClosing his eyes and feeling the modest wind passing through the gardens, he contemplated the situation.\n\n*The Scorpion are far from our enemies and I haven't caught the scent of trickery, playful or otherwise. This very well **Seems** Genuine.*\n\nAnd it was true that he needed a brief reprieve from time-to-time... But a bathhouse? Not that there was anything inherently wrong with such a place - it just wasn't usually high up on his list of options.\n\n*But times are changing and I may not always be able to enjoy the Scorpion's prized venue while clearly on their good side.*\n\n\"I accept your offer.\" He opened his eyes and met her gaze, his decision made and expression surprisingly resolute for such a mild occasion. \"With the intentions you've demonstrated with today's display, I hold no doubts that you will make it worth my time.\"\n\n\"As a courtesy, I will send advance notice of when I plan to visit. It simply wouldn't do to miss you play.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh, wonderful!\" Kotori *Almost* Clapped in delight, but managed to catch herself and instead just press her palms together. Her smile was almost blinding as she looked across at Sanumo.\n\n\"I shall look most forward to it, Asako-sama! I just know you will find the occasion to be a pleasing one.\" For being a member of the Empire's most vilified clan, that clan of liars and deceivers, the little Scorpion seemed almost painfully honest. \n\nAlready, she began formulating plans about what teas to have ready, what types of sake, which scented oils, which songs to play. She resolved that she would practice and practice and practice, determined to make his eventual visit as pleasant as she possibly could. Crafting a positive experience for the karo would be important to helping cement the relations between their clans. But even beyond that, the poor man just looked *Exhausted.*\n\n\"I am happy to entertain you for as long as you like, Asako-sama, but I have the feeling I must soon part from your company.\" Her smile, still gentle, took on a slight edge of resigned inevitability. \"Would you care for one last cup of tea before you depart?\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Her mirth was infectious, even if he didn't fully understand it, and the beginnings of a sympathetic smirk leaked through. \"Certainly.\" He acquiesced, holding out his teacup for her to pour.\n\nThe final span of their conversation couldn't be considered as riveting as those prior, but it did grow more comfortable as time whittled away and they prattled on about this and that.\n\nEventually, the Karo punctuated a lull between topics by stiffly rising to his feet. He bowed a touch deeper than was required. \"You have been an excellent host, Bayushi Kotori-san. The bar has been set high for the future.\" He rose to his full height. \"But I will leave you to your duties now. We will keep in touch.\" The last was voiced like an immutable fact. The Karo had that effect on mundane phrases sometimes.\n\nWith that and whatever brief goodbyes Kotori may have, Sanumo would return to his business - the distinct scent of the tea clinging to him as he made his exit.\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "~*\"...Is more powerful than the strongest memory.\"*~\n\nThings were moving steadily.\n\nMaybe not quite as quickly as the little Scorpion would have liked, but steadily all the same.\n\nThe new office granted for her use remained largely undecorated save for a selection of colorful zabuton and a juniper bonsai—there would would time enough for all of that later. Much of her time the past several days had been spent in reading every bit of paperwork she could relating to the gardens, the staff, and the myriad other details she would need to memorize inside and out. \n\nA few document boxes were set upon the desk beside the other necessary tools any administrator might need: brushes, ink, paper weights, and so on. For a moment, Kotori had considered that maybe she ought to have asked Tomura's insight relating to the administrative duties with which she was now tasked... But, upon hearing his often tired sounding voice in her mind, she shook her head. No, it wouldn't do to ask him, when he already had so much of his own work to attend. Yoritomo Sadao seemed to have a mind for the finer points of business, and he'd been friendly and accommodating when they'd met. A bit flirtatious too, but that was a bonus. What she really needed was someone with a head for these things to give her some insight as to where and how to begin, and Kotori hoped Sadao would be that person. \n\nThat aside, she gave one final look to the room. A tea service—this time of exquisite lacquer—was arranged on guest table with a sampling of different refreshments. The doors were open, not only to allow for better light and air, but also for the sake of propriety. Kotori half wondered if she ought to have worn something more formal, but the same time this was all part of her duties. Her kimono was made of finely woven linen instead of silk, black and white in color with accents of red and gold. No less care had been taken in her appearance, and the less sumptuous material and styling did nothing to detract from her allure. It just... It felt strange. She'd spent most of her life wearing the heavy kimono expected of a courtier who should, at any moment, be ready to receive and entertain those more important than she.\n\nWell, too late to change anything now. With equal parts excitement and nerves, the little Scorpion waited for the Mantis to arrive. \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "*Eppur si muove.* And yet it moves. Such is the turning of the tides, the stars in the sky, and the seasons all alike in their endless dance.\n\nThis was no different. An exchange of letters. A request for a favor. Ideas were burning, and Sadao had made sure to come prepared. In the crook of an arm was his own calligraphy box, its exterior a magnificent red lacquer with little carven inlays depicting clouds and swirl patterns. He was dressed in fine silks as always, and his hair had been pulled up in a variety of pins. From a certain angle, it was difficult to tell exactly what his gender might have been. He looked the picture of a soft, tender courtier.\n\nHe had stopped, to let his calligraphy set pass scrutiny. Even in Ryoko Owari, things could be dangerous, and Sadao was fine with being scrutinized, he had nothing to hide. Then he was announced, before stepping inside, and giving a low bow to the Scorpion in her office. Low enough to present her as *Just* A little higher than he in station, as this was her office, and she had recently been promoted."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Her expression instantly brightened when she saw Sadao. \n\nHe certainly was a beautiful man. Even had Kotori not considered him a friendly acquaintance at this point, had they been total and complete strangers, she still would have been taken by his good looks and elegant bearing. She still had a woman's heart, after all. \n\n\"Yoritomo-san, welcome.\" She returned his bow, almost as low as his own. So long as she stuck to her manners, she could ignore the quickening of her own pulse. \n\n\"I am honored and delighted by your visit. Please, make yourself comfortable.\" One slender hand swept out to indicate the comfortable office, including the table and cushions. She'd even been careful to select a cushion of a lovely teal color, reminiscent of the sea and close to the colors she'd seen others of his clan wear. \n \n\"May I offer you any refreshments?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "The Mantis slowly strode in before finding that teal cushion, and moving to sit in seiza upon it. Taking one of the desks he'd begin to prepare his own calligraphy set. \"I am well as can be, Bayushi-sama,\" He said softly, almost demurely. There was something different, here. There was a power dynamic. She was asking him to assist her in an advisory role, as someone who now had more power, more influence in the city.\n\nSadao had taken on a more... Lower, if not subservient, air.\n\nHe produced an ink stone, and adding just a touch of water, began to grind an ink stick against it. \"You have come into new responsibilities. New aggravations. You invited me on business, Bayushi-sama. Tell me, what is it you want?\"\n\nThat was *Bold.*\n\nThere was no game of words here. No slow dancing around the subject at hand. No hour of polite pleasantries and compliments and familial well-wishes. This was the Yoritomo technique, what the Unicorn would hearken to some *Gaijin* Phrase: brass tacks."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Well, this was certainly different.\nWhere had the silver-tongued charmer gone? This new man wearing Sadao's face was so subdued it was unsettling to the little Scorpion. \n\n\"Please, -san is quite sufficient. It is I who should be addressing you as -sama, as you are so generously giving me your time today.\" \n\nShe bent and moved the tea service from the table to the desk, then carried over a document box and her own calligraphy set. Kneeling *Seiza* On a cushion beside him—not *Too* Close, of course—she opened the box and began to lay out a number of papers. \n\nThe papers were entirely innocuous, mostly a series of invoices and receipts for different products and services rendered. Soaps for laundering, bathing implements, carpentry for repairs and maintenance of the facilities... The list went on until there were over a half-dozen different stacks. \n\n\"While my education included some instruction in mathematics and management, I have not had much opportunity to practice.\" Now a ledger book was produced, in which she had already begun recording the various products, services, and their costs. \n\n\"Unfortunately, many of these documents lack dates. I have kept them in the same order in which they were provided to me, though I have separated them by type.\" She exhaled softly, looking down at the now covered table. \"While certain things are more obvious to me, such as the hiring of workers to complete repairs, I am at an impasse in terms of ordering of the consumable supplies and materials.\"\n\n\"Please, Yoritomo-sama... Can you assist me?\" Her voice was soft and imploring as she turned her eyes up towards him, hopeful.\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Different, yes. But not unexpected. She wished to meet him in a professional setting.\n\nHe was quiet for some time, listening to her tell her tale and share her experiences. His face, at the moment, was the picture of *On,* Dark eyes cast down to the stack of papers. His eyes did scanned the documents, reading silently as she spoke. He seemed... Demure. No longer a charmer hiding behind his fan.\n\nThen it all changed to familiarity. His right arm lifted, and a folded fan slid out from his sleeve to where he grasped the end, letting his hand leave that sleeve. He unfolded it, and it detailed a picture of a red sun hanging above mountains, and little shrines painted on those mountains. He lifted the fan up to his mouth, and he cast his gaze in Kotori's direction.\n\n\"Bayushi-*San,\"* He started, a touch of mirth and humor in his voice, \"You surprise me. You needn't worry yourself with any of this. You are the mistress of the bathhouse, your duty is to see that all others are doing their part. It seems,\" He half-folded his fan, pointing it in the direction of the papers and ledgers, \"That you may have need to show those beneath you what it is you require of them. Mercantile efforts and touching *Koku* Are beneath a samurai of your station. Surely, here in Ryoko Owari Toshi, you *Must* Have people to do this?\"\n\nAbove everything else, the Yoritomo was behaving *Politely.* He said nothing of his own commercial acumen, merely noting that Kotori should have *Heimin* Servants to deal with all of this for her, and she had nothing to worry about. He could tell her concern, so for the moment, he simply wished to ease her mind on the matter."
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"message": "She stole a quick look at his face in profile as he read; one could not be presented with a work of art an be expected not to steal a glance or two. \n\n\"We *Do* Have people for all of this, certainly.\" Another half-breathless sigh, not *Quite* Of the bosom-heaving variety again escaped her painted mouth. A slightly rueful smile then touched her lips as she looked back up at him, eyes flicking down for just a heartbeat to the painting on his fan.\n\n\"You may, perhaps, find it difficult to believe, but I am not always taken seriously. I am often regarded as litlltle more than an animated doll, incapable of thought.\" \n\nShe stared at his fan for a moment before glancing back down at the papers. \"So, while you are correct the handling of such matters directly may be below my station, I would be remiss in my duties if I did not thoroughly *Understand* All that must go into such oversight.\" \n\nA sick feeling was slowly working its way into her chest, down into the pit of her stomach like poison. What if Yoritomo felt the same way as so many others? What if he thought her foolish and naive, and she had just all but confirmed it? Had she made a terrible mistake in seeking his counsel? It was almost enough to make her dizzy. \n\nKotori did not want to think that the man who had so happily watched fuzzy little dancing birds could be so duplicitous. \n\nThinking that would just be far too *Sad.*\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao waved his arm a little bit, letting his sleeve hang loose, as he folded up his fan once more. \"I will not speculate on the way your Clan sees you. You are no *Bunraku* Puppet,\" He observed, \"At least, you aren't, to me. You need not thoroughly understand all that goes into such oversight. The word of your guests should be more than enough. I do not observe the merchants that sell spices and silk, as it is their place to do their duty appropriately under me. Otherwise, their lives are forfeit. It is to be expected.\"\n\nCruelty and callousness were often hallmarks of samurai to lower castes. The Lion and the Scorpion were rumored to be among the worst. \"I do not know exactly what my servants do every day.\" This was the truth. \"And I do not have to. That they do it, and do it well, was enough.\" That was not entirely true, but it certainly came off confidently.\n\nHe looked at the stack of papers once again, a distant look on his face. \"You say you already have them organized, but many do not have dates. You should see to those under you that these omissions are rectified in the future. As far as I can see, you have already made an excellent effort in organizing these.\" He gave his folded fan a little circular wave. \"It is beneath us to consider material things.\" He slid the fan into his obi, and began to partake in the tea."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"How many clan sees me...\" She murmured softly to herself, giving a slight shake of her head. She knew exactly how many saw her, having heard it her entire life from the uncle and cousins who had taken her in. \n \nKotori swallowed hard when Sadao stated *He* Did not view her as merely a puppet or pawn, hiding it behind a demure smile. \"I thank you for that, Yoritomo-sama.\" \n\n\"I know that I should have a stronger stomach to take such necessary action should the occasion arise.\" There were a multitude of ways she did not meet the common criteria of what it meant to be a Scorpion, and her reluctance to abuse heimin and hinin was but only one. Perhaps it was because she had been around so few that were not in direct employment of her clan. They had sent her to the City of Stories to gain experience and see the world, as it were. \n\n\"Have you ever...\" She began to ask whether he'd ever had to deal with such situations personally, but then thought better of it. That would be improper, given he was here not only as a guest, but to offer his insight. \n\nShe leaned forward just enough to gather up the various papers, her sleeve brushing his only momentarily. They had not been sitting terribly close, but Kotori found herself now acutely aware of his proximity. The day must be turning hot, because it was suddenly quite warm. After placing the paperwork back into its box, she produced a silk fan of her own—creamy white with an exquisitely painted black back decorated with accented of gold leaf—and gave a few slow flaps. \n\n\"I am very grateful for your tutelage on these issues. I feel that I now have a better idea as to how I should proceed from here forward.\" She smiled just a little more brightly, \"I hope that I may somehow repay your kindness in the future.\"\n\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Nonsense,\" Sadao said demurely, downplaying his own contribution. \"There is nothing to be thankful for, I only speak the truth.\" He listened to her words, and her reluctance to finish whatever line of thought was in her head. He seemed not to notice, or not to judge such reticence. Always so polite.\n\nThen their sleeves touched. To many, it would seem to be so minor a thing. But this was Rokugan. Such a gesture spoke volumes.\n\nAs good a courtier Sadao was, this tiny thing put him off his composure for just a moment, as he mirrored her, sitting straighter and producing his fan once more to lightly fan himself. He shut his eyes as he did so, under the pretense that the wind blowing in his face might irritate them, but it was in fact to hide his expression. How flustered he was, for but a moment.\n\n\"The tutelage is to trust that those under you have things well in hand.\" Considering the current... Mood of the room, was that particular phrasing intentional? \"I urge caution, Bayushi-san. Owing a Yoritomo a kindness is almost as dangerous as owing a Yasuki.\" There was a lilt of humor to his voice, as he'd gotten his groove back, his smile hiding behind his fan."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The little Scorpion smiled, keeping her eyes downcast demurely as she assisted in finishing the tea preparations. She much preferred this side of Sadao, that with the charm and good humor which had been so alluring their first meeting. She was certainly more comfortable now than she had been just minutes before. \n\n\"I do not think I have anything to fear from *You*, Yoritomo-san.\" She placed a cup before him, her vixens's gaze drifting up slowly, trailing up his arm to his shoulder, over his fan, and finally meeting his. She wasn't quite looking at him over her shoulder, being as they were sitting close, but it was still a motion and a look designed to provoke and entice.\n\n\"After all, *You* Would never ask for anything improper of me, would you?\" Her voice too was tinged with that playful humor, even as she blinked her eyes innocently at him. \n\nNow, they had switched to a game at which Kotori had much more skill. She might not have learned even the most basic points of business, but she knew how to best utilize the talents she did have, whether those happened to lie in the realm of music or honeyed words and sultry looks. \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "That she was most familiar in a technique that Sadao was not did not necessarily mean that the Mantis was equally as comfortable in the situation as she was. He wasn't about to make any suggestions of Scorpion underhanded techniques, working with dishonorable means to put more noble rivals off their game. Though this felt like *Exactly* That.\n\nSadao waved his fan more slowly, intentionally to block his eyes from hers every few seconds, to break what holds of temptation they may have on one another. Though she could tell he was on the defensive, as he'd slipped into a more demure tone at the suggestion of impropriety. \"This one would not dare ask anything that would stain Bayushi-san's honor. But if this one may be able to facilitate... What does Bayushi-san desire?\"\n\nThe slow pull of his fan down, his eyes falling on hers once again. His words, and his demeanor, had pivoted once more. He just had to get a second wind in this game."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Had Kotori been privy to his thoughts, she would have been wounded. But, she could not, and so merely continued to smile at him. Certainly, she could play the seductress if required. Sometimes, however, flirtation was just a very natural thing, a reaction to the current mood around her; some people exuded an air about them that quickened the pulse and led to thoughts unspoken. Whether Sadao knew it or not, he was exactly such a person. \n\n\"That, Yoritomo-san, is a *Very* Good question.\" She tilted her head back and gave him a coquettish look from the corner of her eye before closing them and fanning her face and throat for a moment. After a few languid flaps, she again turned her head to look at him, still tipped and slender neck still on display.\n\n\"I want what I imagine most people want.\" Folding her fan, she placed it on the table before picking up her tea and taking a dainty sip. \n\n\"My desires are perhaps not so extravagant as some likely suspect. While silks and jewels are very well and good, those things do not occupy a place in my heart.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Ah, Bayushi-san,\" Sadao said, perhaps trying *Not* To sound too full of humor. \"Your words are as lovely as a spring afternoon. But you didn't answer me.\"\n\nHe was smooth in his intonation, the features of the man careful, reading her expression. She knew she was beautiful, and he knew much the same. He reached down, to take his own sip.\n\n\"Whether gold, jewels, good food, good weather... My question stands.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Didn't I?\" \n\nShe glanced back over at him, her expression softening slightly; her smile remained, but for a brief instant, scarcely more than a flash, it was a sad smile, wistful.\n\n\"Mm, no, I suppose I did not answer.\" Kotori looked down into her cup. \"Those things which we dream for, which we long for... Is it right we call those things desires, if they can never be?\" She continued looking down at her tea, tilting the cup side to side, watching the liquid glide around. Would that she could read her own fortune in tea leaves, or cards, or sticks...\n\n\"What about you, Yoritomo-san? What is it you desire?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao's expression was coy. Mischievous, even. \"Desire is the Second Sin, Bayushi-san. My daimyo provides all I require, and in return I offer my humble service.\"\n\nThere was a brief pause. Then he had to cover his mouth with a sleeve, because he was laughing. He had to give the proper response, first. \"Oh, Bayushi-san. I seek good music from around the Empire, and try to find truth in beauty, though it may be as deadly as a razor.\" He reached down for his cup once again. \"A courtly romance. To see the fireflies dance on a summer evening. Many things, great and small.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Sin? Why, Yoritomo-san!\" She gave an exaggerated expression of offense, fingers of one hand splayed and pressed to her chest. Had she worn pearls, she may well have clutched them.\n\nAnd just as quickly, her vixen eyes turned playful. \"It is a very good thing, then, that my clan is not overly concerned with sin.\" \n\nKotori smiled as Sadao laughed. It was a pleasant sound and already she was wondering how she might hear it again.\n\n\"I hope that you count poetry among your many talents, for you certainly have a silver tongue.\" She picked up the teapot, letting the silent question of a refill hang openly. The tone of her voice was oddly genuine, free from any trace of derision or rebuke. It may have actually been just a half step from *Praise.*\n\n\"I hope that you find all you seek, Yoritomo-san. Perhaps I may even be able to assist in your searches.\" She flashed another smile, right on the cusp of flirtation and seduction.\n\n\"After all, I am well versed with music.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Yes, of course. Fear, desire, regret. The Three Sins.\" Sadao gestured, accepting the offer to refill his tea. His smile was bare now, unhidden, as she made her comment about her clan being unconcerned with sin. \"Poetry? Maybe some day. I may reveal other talents in time, should the need arise, and the moment be correct.\"\n\nHow tantalizing. He kept his cards, such as they were, close to his chest.\n\n\"To assist me in my searches? Are you a matchmaker, Bayushi-san? Though... I am sure I did not say marriage...\" The implication hung in the air for a moment. Then he pivoted. \"The Shosuro lands are known to have the loveliest flowers in all the Empire, blasphemously matching, rumored to even exceed, the Imperial chrysanthemums. However, the fruits on trees and bushes are the best when they come from my islands. Tell me, what are your favorite flowers and fruits?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Who said anything about marriage?\" After refilling both their cups, she sipped at her own with a smile. \"I would be a terrible matchmaker, I'm sure.\"\n\n\"Though, I *Do* Think I could manage to locate fireflies in the summer.\" \n\nShe turned herself slightly to face Sadao more fully. In addition to making conversation easier, such positioning came with the added benefit of better seeing his face. \n\n\"Fruits and flowers... Now, these are questions I can answer easily. And without fear of sounding sinful.\" Another smile. \n\n\"I am especially fond of orchids and plum blossoms. And while regarded as unlucky, spider lilies are also favorites of mine. Fruits...\" Here the little Scorpion paused, considering the multitude of options. \"I believe we both share a fondness for persimmons, yes? What else do you enjoy? Loquats? Lychee?\" \n\n\"I do enjoy hearing of your home, Yoritomo-san. Perhaps someday I may be so fortunate to see the beautiful isle myself.\" Was that a dreamy sigh? It may well have been. \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao took a light sip from his cup. Indeed, they weren't talking about marriage. \"If I ever received the training or office of being a matchmaker,\" He paused, trying to find his thoughts on the matter. Then he simply began to laugh again.\n\nOnce that died down, he smiled at the idea of searching for fireflies with her, like children on hot summer nights. \"Persimmons and strawberries. The rare delight that is more common at home is the Yubari King melon. They're huge, they're delicious, and they're *The* Symbol of status among fruit.\" He gave a dreamy sigh in response to her own.\n\n\"As long as you'll be able to withstand the rocking of a kobune across the ocean, and you have a parasol for the sun, you should be fine, if you visit.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Mm, a parasol is easily managed, but the journey across the sea does seem to be the most difficult part. I have read stories that say enormous creatures lurk below the waves, like squid twice the size of ships. Is there any truth to these stories, or are they just that?\" She tilted her head in question, her expression catlike and enigmatic as she watched his every gesture, every change in expression. \n\n\"Do you miss your home, Yoritomo-san? It sounds like such a paradise, I can imagine that you must at least occasionally grow wistful.\" Placing the teacup back onto the table, she rose and rounded the desk across the room, picking up a small lute. It was not her usual instrument—this one was a bit smaller and of no where near the same quality: a practice instrument. She kept it here for exactly such occasions. After retaking her seat, she adjusted a tuning peg or two before delicate fingers began to make subtle movements, pressing across frets and strings, even as the rest of her remained still and poised.\n\nThe beginnings of a new song were swirling about in her thoughts the more she looked at him.\n\nInspiration truly was an unpredictable mistress.\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"The rocking of a boat can indeed prove a challenge for the hardiest samurai,\" Conceded Sadao, as he smiled at the tale of sea monsters. \"They are true. To a point. Most, that I have heard of, do not come to the surface. It is dangerous to throw your nets too deep.\"\n\nHis eyes went half-lidded as she began to play, and he thought for a time before responding. \"The memories of my home are a tableau of paintings in my mind. To miss them is to have regret in my duties, which I do not. I do, however, look forward to the next time I travel down there.\" It would likely be on business, of course.\n\nAs she fell into a new song, he began, ever so lightly, to sway to the left and right, shoulders moving just so with the tune."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I would *Never* Think that you would regret your duties.\" She teased, \"But I shall pray you see your home soon again.\"\n\nKotori smiled softly as she watched Sadao's eyes fall half-closed like a contented feline. He reminded her of a cat in many ways, graceful and mysterious and perhaps just the tiniest bit arrogant. \n\n\"I hope you shall forgive my sudden urge to play, Yoritomo-san,\" Her voice took a low, almost husky quality as she spoke, a perfect accompaniment to the improvised song. \"Your talk of the sea, both its beauty and its danger, inspire me.\"\n\nThere was certainly no denying the sultry tones, low and rich and full. The song had begun like the tide, rolling in and then receding, rising and falling, in and out... The rhythm remained steady even as additional notes were added, new depths reached, unfathomable like the sea itself. \n\nIn and out, rising and falling. \n\nA melody line was soon established, always returning so often to that same driving rhythm; what began as playful and light soon turned deep and tumultuous like a storm, the sea and wind vying for dominance. \n\nIn and out, just like the tide.\n\n\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao's smile was small but sincere. \"Your prayers will be valued, and appreciated. There is nothing to forgive. Indeed, the notion that I may serendipitously inspire you makes my spirit flutter like a butterfly on a summer wind.\"\n\nThen he put his hands together, folding them in his lap. He let his eyes go half-shut, still aware. He just enjoyed the music and her company, in a quiet, comfortable setting where nothing untoward was happening. \n\nHe'd still only just arrived, it was too soon to play for romance."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "It was perhaps one of the greatest compliments to a musician to see that their music was having such an effect on their audience, whether that effect was joy or melancholy or tranquility. Kotori watched Sadao's face as she played, enjoying the half-closed cast of his eye, the subtle smile on his lips. \n\nAs she played, she continued to alter the central melody of the song, partially to reinforce it in her mind and partially to determine which variations sounded most pleasing. A change in key, a crescendo here, an accidental there. The sounds were all still pleasant, just of differing sorts. She closed her eyes as she continued, her body swaying ever so slightly as she did, letting the song envelop and embrace her. When she spoke, her voice was almost a soft purr. She was deep, deep into the music now, merely a vessel to something else.\n\n\"Yoritomo-san, perhaps you will name this song when it is completed? It is yours, after all.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao's shoulders tightened just so. What to name a composition by a Scorpion, in her lands, for him? What to name it? \n\nThe listener remained quiet, his repose returning in rapt attention. He moved subtly, swaying back and forth, much like an actual mantis may, or perhaps a stick bug."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori struggled to bite back a smile as she watched Sadao swaying. She was reminded of his delight as he had watched the woodcock hen and her chicks performing their funny little dance, bounce and step, bounce and step. \n\nThe song continued for another minute when an awful *TWANG* Resounded. The little Scorpion let out a yelp as a one of the strings on her lute snapped, the breaking string whipping back and leaving an angry red welt across the back of her fair hand. She let out a hiss, dropping the instrument in her lap and clasping her injured hand with the other.\n\n\"A-apologies. It seems I will be unable to continue, Yoritomo-san.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao maintained his *On* When the string broke and struck the lovely hand of the lovely Scorpion.\n\nHe moved in his position, just enough to stand on his knees and he called for a doctor to come and tend to Kotori, as he could not touch her without *Severe* Impropriety. \n\nOnce that was done, he did reach out both hands, however. \"Bayushi-san, your manner is as impeccable as the mountain during sunrise. Stoic, poised and beautiful. May I examine your instrument?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Mm.\" She passed the instrument to Sadao with her free hand, trying to look at any thing but the injury to her hand. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears, but stubbornly she refused to allow a single one to fall. \n\nThe instrument itself was of decent, but unremarkable make. It lacked the beautiful carvings on the tuning pegs and neck, the pear-shaped body still light in color, not yet old or used enough to have developed a patina. A good practice instrument, but not the masterwork she had been playing for him at the onsen.\n\nThe doctor, meanwhile, did his best, but there seemed precious little to be done. Her hand had already begun to swell, and a livid, angry bruise was forming on the pale skin. The lash from the broken string was blood red, even though the flesh had not been rent. The physician spread a salve over the entirety of the bruise before he wrapped it carefully, quickly .Making himself scarce. \n\n\"I suppose this at least now gives you time to consider a title for your song.\" The little Scorpion did her best to sound cheerful, despite the pain throbbing in her dainty hand. \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "The Mantis was knowledgeable in the quality of wood. Where it's from, and more. He examined the instrument slowly, carefully, looking for something specific.\n\nHe was looking for a master's mark. A maker's carved or burnt-on insignia. Usually somewhere innocuous, like up on the neck or somewhere under the body.\n\n\"Interrupted Meditations by a Beautiful Sea Maiden,\" Whispered the Yoritomo almost out of instinct."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"A perfect title.\" Kotori uttered one small sniff, blinking away the unshed tears before smiling again. And it really *Was* A perfect title. She was glad he'd chosen something mentioning the sea.\n\nThe makers mark was not quite hidden, but was small and unobtrusive, high on back of the neck, between the tuning pegs. The body of the instrument was made of teak, the frets of bamboo. The maker's mark was a stylized plum blossom. \n\n\"Are you knowledgeable about instruments too, Yoritomo-san?\" He was studying the pipa with great interest, she couldn't help but wonder. How many more facets of this man were there? Granted they were slightly more acquainted than strangers now, but he really did seem endlessly fascinating.\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "What Sadao wanted to find out was who this was crafted by. What family they belonged to, and more importantly, what Clan. ||Appraisal emphasis in Commerce|| His brows were furrowed just a moment, as his mind began to go through what he knew and read about.\n\n\"To be honest, I am more familiar with the *Taiko,\"* He said, as his fingers carefully moved along the smoothness of the instrument. \"Drums are frequently used on *Kobune* To keep the men at pace when rowing, and to build a fury in the event of sea monsters or enemies. The only *Kiai* More potent than a Yoritomo Whirlwind fighter's is that of the Crab's, for they must be more frightening than what they face beyond the Wall.\"\n\nSome of that was boasting, some of that was conjecture. Every Clan had reason to claim their fighters held the greatest battle-spirit in their war-cries. At least he was savvy enough to claim second-best."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The maker's mark was almost certainly unfamiliar unless Sadao was an expert in such things, but it likewise would not be terribly difficult to track down if the artisan was local to the city, or even from the region. \n\n\"Taiko performances can be most impressive, that thunderous sound you can feel in your bones as it builds in intensity...\" She cradled her injured hand against her chest, hugging herself with the other arm. Eyes fluttered shut for a moment as though channeling some memory of such a powerful performance. Even unintentionally, there was a trace of the erotic in the gesture. But then the moment passed and Kotori looked upon him again.\n\n\"As to kiai... For that, I must take your word. I find silence can be just as profound as the most stirring music.\" True, she had no personal experience with combat, and those duels she had witnessed—whether exhibition or real—had always made her anxious and fearful. Even so, she knew that an enemy need not always announce themselves with a fearful shout; silence could be just as dangerous, and just as frightening. \n\n\"Do you ever train in the martial arts, Yoritomo-san?\" \n\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao may not be an expert in the *Craft* Of woodworking, instruments, and other such things. But the *Business* Of who makes what, the quality thereby, and the origin of materials used and the craftsmen themselves? He was, in fact, an expert.\n\nHe saw her touch her hand, holding it to herself as delicately as a lone faun. \"I agree in that silence can stir the heart. Silence is... More the purview of other clans, I surmise.\" He wasn't going to say that stealth and quiet methods were the domain of the Scorpion, even though they were.\n\nHis eyes softened as she asked him that question, and he spoke honestly. \"I understand the basics that the Mantis encourage. I am a man of the courts, however. I am no warmaster. Yourself?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"What a dashing figure you must cut.\" The little Scorpion's smile quirked teasingly.\n\n\"Am I trained? Oh, no!\" Kotori laughed when Sadao turned the question back on her, shaking her head slightly. She did not know why she'd not expected it, but she hadn't, and so the question was an amusing surprise.\"I suppose I should be ashamed to admit I haven't even the faintest idea how to hold a blade properly, let alone *Use* One. It was determined early on that I...\" She paused for only a breath as she considered her phrasing, \"...Lack the aptitude for such disciplines.\" \n\n\"My guardian noticed my proficiency with the musical arts when I was child, and it was decided my efforts would be better spent in that way. And if music has allowed me to make such wonderful acquaintances, than I am doubly thankful for it.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao behaved... Well, he behaved in an entirely Rokugani fashion. Her humility bordered on, or even was, an admission of weakness. Sadao elected to ignore it, instead focusing on the latter portion of what she shared with him.\n\nHe looked one more time at the instrument, before handing it back to her with all the care and daintiness as he would offering a treasured family sword. \"Benten has blessed you,\" He said softly, \"Your talents for music would make any Kakita's heart flutter.\"\n\nHe seemed patient, expectant, as though he was waiting for her to say something else. To move the conversation in a different direction. He was also contemplating the maker's mark on that instrument. He likely knew who made it, or at least the family and clan that sponsored them."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori received the lute back with equal care, though her painted lips pursed into a small pout as she looked at the silk strings. Betrayal of the cruelest sort, to snap in mid-performance. She stroked her fingertips slowly up the remaining strings, silently daring another one to be so wicked. They were all done for as is, but still. \n\nAnd then the silver tongue spoke again, and Kotori looked up at Sadao from below lowered lashes. \n\"...Just a Kakita, Yoritomo-san? Would I truly be able to set aflame a heart that is unlikely to forgive my lineage?\" She plucked a single note one of the remaining strings, low and echoing. \"I think, perhaps, I would prefer one who has a more open mind.\"\n\nThe little Scorpion was discovering that it was nearly an impossibility to speak to Yoritomo Sadao without things drifting towards the realm of flirtation. His charm was undeniable, and not something that Kotori particularly wished to deny in the first place. But... He was difficult to read, at times. How much was genuine interest, and how much was mere flattery? On this, she tried not to think too hard. \n\nTo do so would just be too disheartening. \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "On the topic of the Kakita, the answer came to Sadao at last. \"That plum blossom. That's attributed to the Iwasaki family. They are of the Crane, a vassal of the Kakita, and noted patrons to geisha. It only makes sense that they would craft instruments and things of such a nature.\"\n\nHis words came out slowly, a revelation unto itself, not some bombastic 'a-ha' moment like a detective or magistrate may. \"Would it offend Bayushi-san if I commissioned a new lute, made of Mantis quality materials?\" That meant wood from the Kitsune Mori, and silk from the Islands of Silk and Spice itself. A high offer, but it was untoward to offer a gift that could be considered useful.\n\nStill... To Sadao, the Crane had just hurt his Scorpion acquaintance... Possibly even friend. \"Why would your lineage be unforgivable?\" He wondered. She'd offered such vulnerability to him, and it left him unsure if this was true openness, or simply using Scorpion guile. It could be either, it could be both. Whatever the case, he had made his offer."
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Really?\" She turned the lute over to better view the mark, her brows arching delicately upward. \"I had no idea when it was purchased.\" Kotori leaned forward in a bow. \"I thank you for explaining its provenance.\" \nAnd then he made an offer that would have choked her, had she been drinking at the time.\n\n\"I... Yoritomo-san, that is a very generous offer. How would I ever hope to repay such kindness and generosity?\" Not an outright refusal. If anything, her voice reflected just how touched she was. \n\nArguably, the little Scorpion was spoiled by luxury, and it was true she had never wanted for physical comforts; in that regard, she had always been as well cared for as any princess. However, no person that actually knew her could consider her to be greedy. It was true, the offer of such a fine instrument piqued her interest, but it was in the same way an artist might wish to acquire a new color of paint—not out of the desire to merely possess something rare, but because such possession would invariably lead to creation. \n\n\"As to my lineage, well.\" A rueful little smile touched her lips. \"We know that the Crane are unwilling to forgive any social gaffe, and from my experience, many find being a Scorpion among the worst blunder to ever exist.\" Despite the derision with which she spoke, her tone carried no sadness or bitterness. Then again... It was hard to be melancholy in Sadao's presence. \n\n||"
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"Repayment?\" The concept seemed alien to Sadao. \"Perish the thought. It only stands to reason that inferior, clearly dangerous Crane craft be replaced with Kitsune wood, Yoritomo silk, and Watanabe craftsmanship.\"\n\nIt was an opportunity, and one that Sadao was happy to exploit, not only for the political maneuvering, but something nice for a friend who loved music more than he did. \n\n\"The Crane get their feathers ruffled if the wind blows in a direction they don't want. Do not be overly concerned with their stares behind their fans, Bayushi-san. Your talent is greater than the tools they have provided, for example.\""
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori's pulse began to quicken, and it was anyone's guess as to whether the cause was the generous offer of so fine an instrument or the presence of the man across from her. \n\n\"If it would not be seen as gauche, I would be most grateful to accept your generosity. But only if you agree that you must also be my first audience.\" Imagining what *Interrupted Meditations by a Beautiful Sea Maiden* Might sound like on such a lute, she inhaled one of those slow, almost heaving breaths. \n\n\"I will keep your words at the forefront of my thoughts when next I encounter the Crane.\" The little Scorpion shifted slightly, unconsciously bringing her body just the tiniest bit closer to his. There was no denying Sadao had a magnetic draw to him, powerful and invisible. \"I shall aspire to carry myself with such confidence and self-assurance, as well as hide my knowing smile behind my own fan when I think back to your wisdom.\" \n\n\"But enough about me, Yoritomo-san. I am eager to know more about *You.* Have you discovered any places within the city especially interesting?\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "statik1551",
"message": "When she scooted closer, the Yoritomo lifted an arm, letting his sleeve fall and adjust, mere feet from the wee Scorpion.\n\nIt was always the little scorpions that were the most venomous. But she was so alluring. So delicate...\n\n\"Hold yourself to whatever standard your dojo taught you. Do your Clan proud, as I will do mine. As for me? Interesting? Well... I have not had the time for exploration or frivolity. Tasks, duties, and esteemed social calls.\" There was a hint of a teasing smile her way. Esteemed social call, indeed.\n\nSo close. So very, very close."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I shall count myself honored to be placed in the category of either a task or a duty, and not mere frivolity.\" There escaped one of her musical, twinkling laughs. Her eyes narrowed in her mirth, like a contented vixen taking an afternoon nap among wildflowers.\"I would not *Dare* To suppose I might be counted among the esteemed social calls.\" \n\n\"Though, I think perhaps you owe it to yourself to engage in a bit of exploration.\" She ran her fingertip absently around the rim of her teacup, keeping her eyes trained upon Sadao's face. \n\n\"There are some truly remarkable places in the city, including on Tear Drop Isle.\" Did she just mention the Licensed Quarter unprompted? Yes, yes she did. The Licensed Quarter, where the best geisha and pleasure houses were located, in addition to some of the finest theaters. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"All in good time here, Bayushi-san.\" Sadao did not hide his smile, not he did not show teeth. Polite and a little sly, showing emotion in turn with her laughter. \n\n\"You still have me at a disadvantage. I am still very new to these streets. Perhaps if my duty allows me time to relax, the Tear Drop Isle could be good. I have not been in the presence of a talented taikomochi in some time.\"\n\nHis eyes went a little lower, matching her vixen's stare with his own, like some creature sizing up a potential meal... But without violent intent. \n\nAhem.\n\n\"Do you have anything you could recommend there? Or anything you'd enjoy, if you went again?\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"There was a splendid sake den there. In addition to the wonderful selection of sake on offer, the most wonderful thing was this system of pipes throughout the whole establishment. These pipes carried in the soft sounds of nature from out of doors, which provided both a relaxing ambient noise as well as masked conversation. Thus, each booth felt quite private, despite the fact they were close in proximity.\" She was delighted for the opportunity to describe the Midnight Whispers sake den—it really was a remarkable establishment, to account for privacy as it did.\n\n\"The grounds in general on the Isle are stunning as well. I imagine those are perhaps better appreciated in the daylight hours than the evening, but I found them just as magnificent under the light of the moon.\" \n\nIt took her brain a moment to finally process something he'd said: taikomochi. Taikomochi? *Not* Geisha? Was it possible that his preferences ran in that direction and she'd been reading this wrong the entire time? Her heart wrenched at the idea of both such a humiliation to have misunderstood him so heinously but also for some other reason to which she could not immediately assign a name. Kotori dare not lose her smile then, hoping to all the heavens her sudden fears were unfounded. Then again, even if his interests did drift to other avenues, Sadao was charming company. Maybe it didn't really matter at all, upon reflection. \n\n\"I am most interested though in visiting one of the theatres. I am told some of the finest troupes often pass through the area, both kabuki and noh.\"\n\n\"Perhaps we might attend some evening... Supposing your duties permit, of course.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "statik1551",
"message": "\"A splendid den, indeed?\" He asked, confirming his interest and that he was gathering anticipation to visit. \n\nHis hands folded into his lap, and he bowed his head. \"I would be delighted to accompany Bayushi-san, and be able to relax in such tender... And beautiful company.\"\n\nJust the edge of flirting. He gave no indication that he could read her mind, but perhaps he just really liked the drums."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Then we shall have to make a plan of it, Yoritomo-san. We'll call it a diplomatic engagement.\" Kotori smiled still. It was so easy to smile around him, at him. \n\nShe placed her hand down to shift her weight, and winced slightly upon remembering her injury. Even that had been forgotten around him. \n\n\"Oh, yes! I meant to tell you. Mitsu and his sister—the animal keepers suspect that Mitsu is male, and the other chick is female—has steadily been putting on weight and both are quite healthy.\" Sadao had so enjoyed the little bouncing woodcocks she was happy to report their progress to him. While perhaps not the most tantalizing of topics, remembering the way Yoritomo had been enraptured by their dancing... She wanted to sigh, and just smiled. \n\n\"You must still name the other chick.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "statik1551",
"message": "Sadao lifted a hand up to his mouth, not in response to Kotori's wince, he politely ignored that. Instead, it was to hide his enthusiasm at hearing about the chicks. \"Haru,\" He said. Springtime. \"A lovely name for a lovely little bird. They may be dull in color, but their personality more than makes up for it. Truly, those little birds are blessings from Chikushudo.\"\n\nAfter being able to hide his smile once more, he set his hand in his lap again, and bowed his head to her. \"A diplomatic engagement at the Tear Drop Isle with Bayushi-san would be most honorable of me to accept, and I am glad to do so.\" He bowed his head a little further.\n\n\"I know this meeting may have come across less to your initial goal, but I do hope it has become fortuitous nonetheless.\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Mitsu and Haru it is, then. When I have a few spare moments, I like to visit them and watch them.\" She scooted closer, just an inch or two, lowering her voice to a whisper. \"The keepers even let me *Feed* Them once.\"\n\nKotori straightened again and smiled sweetly at Sadao, likewise inclining her head. \"I shall look forward to our engagement then.\" Of course such words left her mouth before she had the chance to catch the implication of her phrasing. She hoped he may not notice her blush in the mellow lighting. \"Of a diplomatic sort, that is.\"\n\n\"Yoritomo-san, I am more than pleased by this meeting. You have reassured me and provided me suitable guidance, and for that I am most grateful. The fact I was also able to enjoy yet another conversation with you was...\" A breathy sigh escaped her, \"...Was wonderful beyond measure. Certainly beyond what my words are capable of at this moment.\"\n\n\"The Fortunes smiled upon me when you first stepped foot into the bathhouse, Yoritomo-san.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "In one corner of the Scorpion gardens one could find a simple dojo. Little more than a roof and a raised floor, with shoji screens available, it served many functions. But when the little scarfaced killer came out, everyone knew to give her the space. \n\nShe was working slowly through some traditional draws off the right hip. Her right arm was still slung beneath her chest and her feet were bare on the smooth boards. The flash of steel was a hypnotic, regular thing as she repeated draw after draw. \n\nTo one side her servant was silently tending a small pot over a fire, ready to pour tea when her mistress was ready."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura had been in the dojo, kneeling on the ground and observing, it had been some time since he'd seen the small poisonous flower of the Scorpion and it would serve well to see if their dagger was still sharp. She was as dangerous as ever, good, they needed a tool for when words were useless. \n\nHe sipped a small cup of Sake in silent observation, as if he wasn't even there.\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Pausing to shake some lactic acid from her arm Kaori moved over to the water jug and took a drink. She headed back over and knelt beside Tomura. \"Cousin dear, when are you going to join me on the floor?\" She asked, her eyebrow arched coquettishly. \"Take steel in hand so you can cut your own throats?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura cocked his head and offered a simple shrug at that, his entire face today was covered by his Kitsune mask, just leaving a grinning fox staring back at her.\n\n\"Why my dear cousin, if I where to join you, surely I would taste defeat.\" He offered, \"If I where to face one in battle, I would prefer to walk into something I know I would win.\" He giggled at that, \"And it would only serve to disrespect you, to face such a weak opponent as myself, a woman of you caliber should only have the finest of challenges.\" Ever the diplomat\n\n\"I must admit though, watching you train... Is like appreciating an artist at work, simply exquisite.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The poisoned flower had no mask, she had discarded it after her trial and never resumed wearing it. She began rebinding her hair. \"It's not about victory or defeat, cousin, it's about what you can do in the moment. Sometimes your best chance is to mark your enemy so that one like me can avenge you later. If you cannot win, abandoning the effort to live and focus on what you *Can* Do is the best thing to do.\" \n\nShe rubbed absently at her right arm. \"I would be *Very* Displeased to learn you were stabbed without any sort of resistance at all.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I suppose so.\" He looked to her, a small unsees smirk formed under his mask. \"If someone comes close enough to stab me, I'll be sure to repay them in kind, I promise.\" He chuckled, \"Perhaps my dagger would have a... Kick to it.\" He said a bit slyly, a little poison always helped, and it's not like he was a warrior, a small poison dagger as a last line wouldn't be too much, would it?\n\n\"I do believe that if I am ever pulled into combat however, I have failed in my duty, barring an ambush of some kind of course, I should find myself a yojimbo at this point.\" He sighed, \"Just promise me, if I am ever killed... Make them *Suffer*, slowly, I want them to *Think* On what they did.\" He said with the utmost calm and eerily cheery tone he could.\n||"
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "\"How kind,\" *Shosuro Kaze said, his footfalls quiet as he approached the training area from the garden.* \"Contemplation is the gateway to enlightenment, after all. To give such scoundrels that opportunity to understand and overcome their karma in hope that they might find a better reincarnation under the auspices of Lady Sun's mercy is surely the mark of a compassionate and wise soul. Bayushi Tomura-san, is it not?\" *He looked toward the shinobi next.* \"And Bayushi Kaori-san? My we do indeed have a surfeit of excellent swimmers in the Shosuro palace,\" *Kaze joked.*\n\n\"I am Shosuro Kaze, a shugenja of the Yogo school recently returned to our City of Tales after some time apart from her. I would be obliged if you would both welcome me into the Clan's tapestry here. Perhaps beginning with allowing me to witness your training methods?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"One day I shall see if you are as handy as you think,\" Kaori said cheerfully. \"The thing about being stabbed is that one so rarely sees it coming.\" \n\nShe glanced over at Shosuro and waved her fingers. \"Shosuro Kaze -san, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. This one is Bayushi Kaori, humble student of the sword.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a small bow to the newcomer.\n\n\"Bayushi Tomura, at your service, I was told their where new faces to the palace.\" He looked the Shosuro over. \"If there is anything you need help with, please don't hesitate to ask, I'm simply a minor functionary but I hope we can work well together.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "Having seemingly built rapport with Kotori, all that was left was to demonstrate his competence as a bushi and yojimbo. He walked with her up the stairs into the dojo.\n\nHis light blue kimono and white hanoshi seemed out of place in a place where Scorpions gather to train, as did his light reddish-pink hakama and cream-coloured obi. The placement of his daisho on the left side was the only thing not out of place; marking him as a bushi.\n\nThe man gave a respectful bow to the other Scorpion inhabiting the dojo. Though he remained silent. It would be inappropriate for Kotori's yojimbo to speak before she did, and the Yogo was somewhat disinterested in any further socialising unless duty demanded it. *Ideally, they pay me no attention.*\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh! Shosuro-san, Bayushi-san!\" Kotori smiled upon seeing Tomura—he was familiar, at least. She offered a polite bow to Kaze and when she looked up, she noticed Kaori, and her eyes widened momentarily.\n\n\"And you must be Bayushi Kaori-san. It is an honor to meet you.\" She bowed more deeply to the other woman, this being their first meeting. She'd heard, of course, about both her deadly prowess and her beauty. \"I am Bayushi Kotori.\"\n\nInitial greetings done, she stepped aside and gestured to Yamori, but when she spoke, it was to Tomura and Kaori. No doubt Tomura was aware of the new man's existence, but she did not think they had yet met. \"This is Yogo Yamori. He is recently arrived in the city.\"\n\nAfter another look around, she moved closer to Tomura. After all, he was not a bushi, so wherever he was must be sufficiently 'out of the way' for those who actually knew what they were doing. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Bowing to the new group Kaori gave the new swordsman a thoughtful scrutiny. She glanced over at the rack of bokken, and back, one professional silently gauging another's interest in a more vocal offer to spar. \"It's a pleasure to meet you all,\" She said. Her face turned to the side slightly to downplay the scar that marred her soft cheek, where a crossbow bolt had shattered her mempo. \"We're just enjoying a little tea and a little exercise. We are all Scorpion here and can rest comfortably in a bit of privacy.\" \n\nShe studied Tomura again before adding, \"With any luck you shall not need my services. I'm one of the very best in the city at what I do, but what I do isn't very nice.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura for his part, simply remained where he sat as the crowd seemed to gather, on the one hand, they where all Scorpion, on the other this was not work and thus he didn't mentally prep... Heh\n\n\"You are among one of our most prized assets, Bayushi Kaori-sama,\" He offered, \"I can think of no other I could trust with your... Duties.\" He said, smiling under his mask before turning to Kotori.\n\n\"I did not know you had a yojimbo, Bayushi Kotori-san,\" He chuckled, he didn't have one, \"What a valuable piece of the board you must be.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Bayushi Tomura-san, I already know you to be clever. I did not realize you were a comedian as well.\" Kotori smiled teasingly before taking a seat beside him. \"I was merely showing Yogo-san the gardens, and he wished to visit the dojo.\"\n\nAn exquisite folding fan was produced and snapped open before she leaned over to whisper softly to Tomura. The last thing she wished was to distract the others. \"Has Shosuro-san been training as well?\"\n\nShe had the distinct impression that the Shosuro did not like her, and she did not wish to give him any additional cause to deepen that animosity.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "The comment from Kaori that *We are Scorpion in privacy* Did not escape Yamori's notice, nor the glance to the bokken rack. She seemed harmless, perhaps even weak. But Tomura's comment on Kaori's duties alongside the deep bow that Kotori gave to her suggested something else entirely.\n\n\"The fortunes smile upon me that I may enjoy such good company so shortly after my arrival in this City of Stories. Would you grant me the kindness of familiarising me with the dojo,\" Yamori glanced at the bokken rack also, hesitant to too openly accept an invitation that had not been formally given. Return his stare to Kaori, he addressed her with the respect that caution demands. \"Bayushi Kaori-sama.\"\n\n*No mask. An insult to the clan? Possibly, though she appears respected. A display of her true self? Possibly, though odd that others continue to bear their masks. Could be a junshin, but the duties alluded to betray that notion. An image she is crafting?* The Yogo left his thoughts there, careful to not get distracted. Positive first impressions were necessary for a safe life.\n\nHe smiled pleasantly at Tomura's comment. But held back a response, cautious not to speak to another before being directly addressed.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Her arm was still slung within her kimono, but her eyes flickered with interest as she considered the Yogo. Nodding faintly she moved back onto the dojo floor, scooping up a couple of bokken from the rack and holding both by the blade in one hand, offering the hilts to Yamori to pick one. \"I am a bird with only one wing,\" She said to Tomura. \"I shall not fly far yet in my duties. But still, perhaps while we have some peace we can exercise a little. I've seen our esteemed magistrate in action—he is ferocious when provoked—but I don't intend to provoke *You* Yogo-san.\"\n\nA double meaning there, maybe even treble if one looked closely. Her soft mouth was quirked in a casual smile and her body language was relaxed. She seemed as innocent as a child inviting a friend to play.\n\nHow many had fallen to that mistake? And how would the Yogo respond? Certainly no one would fault him for being cautious at the way she put him on the spot so carefully and yet informally... Any decision he made would doubtless be analyzed by the mind behind those wide, opaque eyes."
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The bath house was doing steady business when the two women entered, but the proprietor focused on them like a hunting dog. With many eager bows he took their parasols and other belongings, watched patiently while Kaori racked her swords, and issued them their towels before waving them on with a blessing and a simper. Kaori ignored his antics as usual, which seemed to suit them both, and headed for the screens where noblewomen could undress away from common women. \"I have been a regular patron since I first came to the city,\" She explained. \"He has learned my ways. I did not know you had taken over direct supervision though. Was it your idea to plant the wisteria around the windows up there?\" She pointed to the high windows that allowed light and air while keeping the privacy for the bathers. \n\nAs she undressed and pinned up her hair the bushi revealed the scars of a warrior, including an old laceration to her hip and a recent wound from a spear-thrust that had nearly severed her biceps entirely."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Despite having been the head overseer of the baths, Kotori had not get taken the opportunity to use them as an actual patron. Sure, she'd taken a soak, but it was usually just a quick thing at the end of the day after the baths had closed to the public. Entering now, with Kaori, allowed her to appreciate the experience from the perspective of a customer. She was already making a few notes of things that would need addressed; nothing significant, but small improvements that would lead to a better experience over all.\n\n\"Mine was a quiet installation here.\" She smiled at Kaori as they began to undress. \"Yes, the wisteria was my idea. There had been some crawling vines, but they did not provide much in the way of cover.\"\n\nFor all the firm muscle and scars of Kaori, Kotori was nearly the opposite. Porcelain white skin was largely unblemished; there were a few fading bruises on her thighs and shins, and the only noticeable scar was on her right foot, two round dots spaced a little over an inch apart, the edges puckered and the whole thing oddly symmetrical. When she looked up, her breath hitched.\n\n\"Oh, Bayushi-san... You have been through so much.\" Her voice carried an odd mix of admiration and sorrow. It was something like an incredibly beautiful artwork being marred, and yet somehow the damage lent it an additional aspect of beauty. Strength for continuing to exist, despite efforts to eradicate. \n\n\"Would you care for tea, or sake?\" She removed her mask and placed it carefully atop her other things, sweeping her fingers across her now bare cheeks and forehead. \"We've started stocking a better quality of both.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The black eyes flashed with brief emotion at Kotori's words, and her face smoothed so completely even the scar-induced smirk vanished. \"I have been more fortunate than some,\" She said neutrally. Her scars were a sore subject, the woman did not have the wisdom of Kotori to appreciate the story they told. Despite her interest in kinsiguri the lesson had yet to be learned. \n\nWith her dress now shed a discerning eye could see that the cut had been carefully chosen to conceal the power in Kaori's shoulders and forearms, the springy body language, the muscles in her back and forearms flexing like ropes as she picked up the towels once more. As she shed the trappings of civilization this insolent house cat had become a leopardess, a predator of men. \n\n\"Sake, I think,\" She said, glad for the change in subject, even as her eyes lingered on the bruises. \"I don't like to drink a hot drink while reveling in the steam.\"\n\nShe padded barefoot to the bathing tubs, settling down on the stool. Her right arm seemed fully recovered, but she occasionally favored it out of habit."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Sake it is!\" She smiled cheerfully, walking to the curtain-covered doorway and speaking softly to an attendant waiting on the other side. There was a quiet exchange, Kotori nodded, and then padded after her companion. \n\nBefore settling down on a nearby stool, she collected a small rinse basin which was filled with bathing implements: brushes, finely ground abrasives, even bar soaps made from nut and tree oils, likely imported from the Islands of Silk and Spice. This she sat between them, keeping everything in easy reach.\n\n\"If you should think of anything else we can do to improve the baths, I hope you will tell me. A different perspective in so important and helpful.\" Kotori settled onto a stool nearby and began the pre-soaking bathing ritual, first pouring handfuls of water up and down her own limbs.\n\n\"Do you enjoy theatre, Bayushi-san? If so, perhaps we might attend together sometime. I enjoy your company immensely.\" She smiled sincerely at the other woman. She really *Did* Like Kaori, seeing in her the older sister she never had.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I do enjoy theater, and the many shows to witness there,\" If Kaori's tastes did run in all directions she at least refrained from any displays of insolence, instead keeping her eyes front so she could clean herself off without distraction. \"Though for me the best shows are played out in the seats, especially the private boxes. Our family has a few boxes reserved about the city. When I can I go to watch the people. It is funny how many people think a theater is a good place to have an affair.\"\n\nShe didn't add that she was often one of those who entertained someone in their box whose spouse was none the wiser. Raising a bar of soap to her nose she inhaled. \"Ahhh... This is a new one. I like it. You have been busy indeed.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Really? I had no idea our had boxes. It would certainly solve seating issues, given my height.\" Kotori picked up one of the abrasive bars, ground rice bran in shea butter—fragrant and effective—and began to scrub herself down. \"I have heard stories that some people get up to, ah, *Mischief* In the private boxes, but I have yet to witness that myself.\" \n\nOnce thoroughly scrubbed, skin pink from her efforts, she used the basin to rinse, pouring water down herself from her neck down.\n\n\"I'm so glad you like it! The other soap worked well enough, but my skin always felt so dry after.\" She glanced over with another of her friendly smiles, flipping a forelock back that had come loose. \"Anything at all you need, only say the word. If we do not have it on hand, we *Will* Get it.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "*A strong-jawed, small-nosed, totally silent Hida with hands Iike stones and a tetsubo that reached all the way to his—* Kaori did not say that out loud, but she bit back a smile at the mental image. Kotori seemed a very innocent sort and there was plenty of time to fix that. \"Nothing particularly comes to mind,\" She said aloud. \"I have been here before with guests, many times, but I confess you are the most pleasant company I've had yet.\"\n\nShe darted a mischievous smile at her cousin and began to scrub herself industriously, hoping to get that greasy post-training feeling out of her perfectly clean skin. \"So aside from establishing new standards in bath houses and making sweet music sorts of things do you like? Books? Poetry? Drum lines?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"That makes me happy.\" Kotori flashed a smile to rival Lady Sun. And truly, it *Did* Please her enormously. She'd heard rumors that Bayushi Kaori was an awful woman, a murderer with not just loose morals, but none at all. \n\nThat had not been her experience at all. Kaori had been nothing but kind and helpful and friendly. She'd deigned to go to an art exhibit with her, was teaching her how to fight, and there was a possible shopping trip in the future. While Kotori was not foolish enough to think Kaori was without sin—after all, who in the service of the Empire truly was?—she saw no behavior that indicated she was the villain that people made her out.\n\n\"I've been learning some massage techniques. Would you like me to rub your shoulders, or wash your back? It can be hard to reach.\" She held up her hands and wiggled her fingers, as though the show of dexterity somehow lent more credibility to her statements. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Kaori had no idea what sorts of kind and unrealistic thoughts were running through her cousin's head but she nodded and swiveled on her stool. \"By all means! I'm sure your dainty hands would be just divine, especially after training. I'll return the favor I promise.\" \n\nShe sighed happily and stared into the middle distance. \"Kotori-san, this is nice. We should do this more often.\"\n\n|| ((posting as I walk into work so sorry if it's a little short"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"That would be lovely.\" Kotori scooted up behind her taller companion and began her ministrations. A quick scrub with the abrasive bar first to slough off any rough skin, and then a good wash with the fragrant soap. Her touch began light and careful, gradually growing firmer and more direct as fingers kneaded tired muscles. She paid particular attention the muscles in the neck and base of the skull, working her clean fingers just slightly into Kaori's hair.\n\n\"I find this part always gets so stiff, and feels the best once it's been massaged.\" \n\n\"And as for things I enjoy... I certainly enjoy books. Books were one thing to which I always had easy access.\" A basin of water just cool enough to be refreshing was poured slowly over Kaori's back. \"Poetry is well and good enough, but I think I prefer song in that regard. A good poet can bring a tear to the eye, but so can a bad one.\" She laughed, \"What about you, Bayushi-san? A lady of such refinement must have many interests.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Mmm...\" Kaori's eyes drifted closed and she pushed herself more firmly back into the fingers. \"Mmm... What? Oh, yes, books... Yes, I read a few good books once. Books... Mmmhmmm... Let's see... There was *Three Sparrows* By Miromoto Renchi, and Nadir's treatise on the use of wire... I prefer prose to poetry, but a bad poem is over a lot sooner than a bad book.\"\n\nShe resisted the urge to moan as nerves were soothed. \"Most recently I read a series of amusing stories by someone named Yoshi, invoking some very vivid imagery.\"\n\nShe turned around at last and gestured for Kotori to allow her to return the favor. \"Stories of romance are my favorites by far. I enjoy vicariously what the Kami have not suited me for.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Seeing that Kaori was enjoying the attentions, Kotori increased the pressure in her fingers. Despite their slenderness, they were remarkably strong from some many years of practice.\n\n\"At least a bad poem might be somewhat redeemed by an artful recital.\" She applied just a bit of oil to her hands, carefully working the muscles near her companion's shoulders, mindful of anything that resembled an injury, old or new.\n\n\"I've heard those books by Yoshi are... Um, causing a stir. But I agree, romance is a favorite of mine, as well. I have heard on title, *Confessions of a Courtesan*, is supposed to be especially good.\" \n\n||"
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{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The sun was warm, the birds were chirping, and the scents of fresh-tended gardens were tickling the nostrils. Bayushi Kaori sat on a mat under the shade of the largest tree, eyes half closed, enjoying herself immensely. A tea service sat off to one side. Beyond, a servant cradled a biwa. \n\nThe Scorpion had tucked her right arm into her kimono, the empty sleeve neatly pinned up. Her black hair was pulled into an asymetrical style. Her garment was only conservative by Manami's standards, so she was still far more daring than most seen at Winter Court. \n\nHer eyes, framed by a black lace mask, drifted open at last when the newcomer approached. At first glance the woman was smirking, but closer inspection would show that beneath the threads on her left cheek she had a fresh scar. Her perpetual smirk was an unfortunate consequence of this wound. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Her hair held up and back in a ponytail by black pins adorned with red and black lace ribbons, Soshi Miyoko had taken meticulous care in her presentation for today. As she approached Bayushi Kaori, she gave a gentle bow and settled just on the edge of the light by the great maple tree, gentle breezes of wind shifting flickering shadows across her face as she sat down facing Kaori. \n\n\"Bayushi San, I hope the day is finding you well? You seem very comfortable.\" Miyoko bantered as she detached her wakizashi and placed it to her right side. Continuing more seriously, \"I am ready to learn and listen, thank you for your time today.\"\nA glance around the garden, and a moment to study Kaori herself were taken as the Soshi girl started to settle in, and turned her full attention to the Bayushi."
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Wecome to the city, Soshi-san,\" The Scorpion bowed. \"I trust your journey was pleasant, you seem to be in excellent health.\" \n\nShe flicked back her hair as she studied the woman across from her, judging the cut of her kimono, her decorations and accessories, even the way her wakizashi sat. Kaori herself had a full daisho laid out beside her on her right side and her ornaments glittered even in the shade. \"I will assume you know nothing, so feel free to let your attention wander if I touch on information you already possess. To start, this city was ours at the start of springtime, ruled by your family. Unfortunately madness seized the governor. Beset on two fronts by the Unicorn and the Lion he made a gambit with a forged letter that was poorly executed. We were exposed, by our allies no less. Accusations were hurled about and your kinsman was slain in a duel with the leader of the Unicorn delegation.\" \n\nHer fingers flicked to the side and the servant began to play the biwa, the notes rising and falling, to mask any further conversation from pricked ears. \"The plan he implimented was mine, I had proposed it in council some time earlier, but it required certain groundwork and preparation he did not see to. I take no responsibility for his folly or his death.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"The journey went smoothly, though the city is hardly the home I knew before I left to study among Bayushi Senseis.\" Miyoko offered as she nodded, listening attentively to what had transpired in her absence. Waiting for the natural break in flow when Kaori exonerated herself, before asking, \"Do we know which allies leaked the information, and what were the contents of the forged letter?\"\n\nSoshi Miyoko thought about the grizzly scene that must've been for a moment, letting the gravity of what occurred settle over her. If she was hasty, foolish or otherwise failed her duties, something like that could happen to her. She gave a slight shudder at the thought as she drove it to the edges of her mind, running her fingertips over her closed fan and feeling the cold smoothness of it's handle.\n\"If I may also ask, Bayushi-San, have things stayed just as heated with the Unicorn and Lion in the days since the exchange? Or has our governor's abrupt departure satisfied them?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Kaori sighed. \"We know exactly who did it—Moshi Mai summoned the Kami to determine the exact origin of the forged letter, right there in the middle of the room. She didn't know better, and no one can expect a Mantis to remain silent when she's surprised.\" \n\nShe considered the other question. \"They have cooled down somewhat. The Unicorn are trying to scheme and dream, I think they are practicing what the Crane have been teaching them. The Lion are far less hostile, which is surprising. Usually the Lion prances and preens before attacking. I am not familiar with their local leadership, perhaps they are just more subtle than I give them credit for.\" \n\nHer soft lips pursed. \"So after the death of the governor we had Bayushi Ikoma try to take the reins of the city only to retreat into obscurity. We were left floundering without leadership. Only a couple of us, myself and Rokugo Yoto, were active at all, and we were fighting every day to keep the Mantis relationship cordial.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Miyoko nodded, \"I see, and what's been the damage from the fallout of that with the Mantis? I imagine they were unimpressed with our scheme?\" She breathed a slight sigh of relief hearing the lion at least were not already boiling over. Perhaps they wouldn't ruin good tea by trying to poison her, for now. \"What did that fighting for cordiality with the mantis entail exactly?\"\n\nMiyoko shifted a bit, moving her legs to one side and relaxing her hips a bit, \"Thank you again, Bayushi-San, I apologize for all of the questions.\" She glanced up and away at the sky, long enough to let the thoughts of finding a field of flowers to go lay out in until these dark clouds passed."
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Quite unimpressed. They agreed to treat it as a passing madness of one individual, but then our acting ambassador failed to act at all to retain our alliance, holing up and refusing to give myself or Rokugo-san any guidance. We served as mercenaries for the Mantis, hunting their criminals through the alleys of the city while an Imperial governor sat in the palace and took all the credit.\" \n\nShe sighed. \"That is how I was wounded. Here, and here,\" She indicated the scar on her face as well as the arm. \"I have paid in blood and pain for our leadership's apathy.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"I see, well we willl have to molt out of this dead skin. I can at least assure you that I'm not apathetic.\" Miyoko offered, as she continued to listen and converse with Kaori, and think of how best to move forward from the situation that she found herself embroiled in. \"Is there anything else I ought to know to get me up to speed?\" \nA brief pause before the Soshi girl asked, \"What were you doing before all this went sideways? How long have you been in the city yourself?\""
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"There was a public forum we held a few days ago that had some interesting remarks bandied,\" Kaori considered. \"Oh, the Kolat are certainly very active in this city. Since the Scorpion lost power they have grown bold indeed. It was an organized group of spearmen that wounded my arm down in the leather worker district.\" \n\nShe grimaced. \"I arrived but lately to the city myself, shortly before the incident. I was sent to be an agent, a weapon the governor could wield against his enemies. Instead I have been wielded by the Mantis. I have somewhat good relations with Moshi Mai—somewhat intimate relations—but nothing really very useful. Rokugo-san has been more successful in cultivating relationships.\" \n\nShe considered. \"Phoenix have ruined their reputation by blasting innocents with lightning. Unicorn have been begging or borrowing or stealing every loose thread they can pull on. Local gangs are restless and fracteous. We are trying to undermine the current administration while showing ourselves as the rightful source of law and order. Your cousin is determined to have us behave as paragons of virtue. We shall see if this strategy holds.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"Well, please accept my welcome to the city of my birth and the city I consider to be home. I'll have to inquire about Rokugo-san's efforts later then.\"\nShe thought carefully about the Phoenix, \"Any idea how such a mishap occurred? I thought the phoenix were averse to violence and all forms of fighting except self defense?\"\nShe nodded along as she asked for clarification, \"Speaking plainly, you mean that the unicorn searching for an excuse to escalate this again?\" Miyoko spread her fan and obscured her frown as the discussions continued. \"I think I'll take a more proactive approach than my cousin in this. Have you personally offended any other parties that I should be aware of?\""
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Scorpion snorted. \"That is like saying that all Crane are adverse to giving offense as that would be a breach of ettiquete, or all Lion are adverse to strategic retreat—no, that actually is true.\" \n\nShe snickered. \"My own list of crimes... Well, I cannot say I have offended very many. There is a criminal gangster known as Silver-Chan I am forced to work with as part of my duties to keep the peace, I have offended several of his rivals, and I have slain a few dozen criminals and one brothel madame who dared to order my death. Moshi Mai's daughter is not pleased that I am so well acquainted with her mother. But other than that... No, I am generally well-loved wherever I go.\" \n\nIt was a wonder the earth did not shake under such complete lack of self-awareness. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Soshi Miyoko nodded, folding her fan as she returned to a neutral expression, \"Thank you again for your time and warmest welcomes as I make my return here.\" She waited to see if there was more to discuss as she digested the last of the information that was shared with her. It seemed she would have her work cut out for her in the city now, but at least that meant an opportunity to prove herself and succeed where others had seemingly failed. \"Do you know which Phoenix cast the fury of Osano-Wo?\""
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I do not, but I can find out. Does it matter? They can all do that I think.\"\n\nThe Scorpion gnawed her lip thoughtfully. \"I am trying to think of what else has happened here of real note. No, I think that covers most of our clan's activities. There are spy reports of course that can fill in some details for you on the other clan's activities. But that's all I can think of. Welcome home. Have you any questions? Do you have a yojimbo meeting you here?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"It could help me later, especially if it's lead to a scandal as you mentioned, but I can take my own time and look into it, thank you for informing me of it.\" The courtier, shook her head, \"No I don't think I have any further questions, and I do not have a Yojimbo at this time, but will likely be in need of one if I am to smooth things here without putting myself at risk. Is there someone you recommend from the scorpion who might be willing to act as my yojimbo, and well suited to doing so?\""
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I *Can* Duel if it comes to it,\" Kaori glanced at the daisho in the grass beside her. \"I would rather not be considered an official yojimbo. My best work is done when people do not consider me a threat. Rokugo Yuto is developing into a fine duelist. Consider him your first choice. Then, if the threat is substantial, he can be removed and I can take the field.\" \n\nHer eyes danced. \"I would prefer not to have to show any competence with my left hand though, so please do not quarrel until I have healed.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "\"If I don't find Rokugo-San to my liking, I imagine there would be Ronin here who might be interested in such opportunities, do you find Rokugo-San to be level headed? Is it difficult to make him rise to provocation?\" The Soshi seemed deeply pensive, despite her apparent attentiveness. \"How long will your injury take to heal? Are you receiving care for it?\" Miyoko regarded Kaori's injuries again, studying them from her vantage, without moving to go closer or making any movements towards the Bayushi.\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Oh, Soshi-san, please,\" The Scorpion's tone was very nearly scathing. \"Do you really think I would allow a *Ronin* To yojimbo for one of my clanmates? Ronin and their ilk are arrows to be loosed and forgotten. If Rokugo-san is not sufficient do let me know.\" \n\nShe looked down at her arm. \"Indeed, I would rather demonstrate an off-hand murder-stroke before the Son of Heaven before I allowed a *Ronin* To represent us. Do not worry. I can perform such duties even in my current state, as inconvenient as it may be.\" \n\nHer tone was light, arrogant, almost foolish, but a dangerous predator was grinning in her eyes. \"My arm is knitting together slowly but surely. It will be well by Winter Court.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Miyoko drew up her fan to hide her features as she watched the Bayushi's demeanor change and measured the rise given from the mere mention of a Ronin. The Soshi held her own tongue, as she assessed Kaori's fiery and passionate response, scrutinizing her thoroughly.\nAfter Bayushi Kaori changed the subject on her own, Miyoko nodded, seizing the opportunity the new topic had afforded. \"Then perhaps I shall take my leave so that you may rest and recover, I am glad to hear it knits back together well, but do seek me out if you have complications with your threadwork sewing together. Thank you again for your time.\"\nThe courtier collected her discarded wakizashi, and climbed to her feet, preparing to depart.\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The Bayushi retrieved her own swords and rose as well. \"It was a pleasure to meet you Soshi-san. I look forward to seeing all that you accomplish here in this city. My heart soars with hope at the notion of proper reinforcements. For we are truly under siege here, and I am not trained for this kind of warfare.\" \n\nShe bowed.\n\n|| Thank you for the scene!"
},
{
"author": "lynniara",
"message": "Soshi Miyoko returned the courteous bow and closing her fan offered a neutral expression again, \"The pleasure is all mine, Bayushi-san, I trust I may be in your care when other kinds of warfare, which my own training lacks for should come to my own door, and I am delighted to meet someone who seems as capable and fervent as you.\"\n\n||Thank you for the scene too ❤️"
}
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{
"author": "trelana",
"message": "Kokuto wrote the letter to Kobe, feeling satisfied at her discovery. She had quite forgotten the reason for the discovery was the letter to Bayushi Yuto and how she had confused the days and didn't know until she had returned home, having explored the gardens alone since none had stopped her. She had the foresight to dress in her work \"Rags\" As others called them; perfectly normal and serviceable clothes that could take a staining just fine, it wasn't her fault they just happened to be no better quality and rather similar cut of peasants garb.\n\nShe had met Kobe at the entrance and explained how she had been there two days before, then showed him around to the different sections while pointing out different plants of interest. She answered questions, showed nifty details, and explained the similarities between plants; she even showed the difference between the completely harmless varieties and their deadly counterparts.\n\nSomewhere along the way, she pulled out a short blade well curved from rehoning that showed how used it was. An unholy gleam lit her eyes, \"Ready to gather cuttings?\" She spent the next few hours showing him the different methods of gathering clippings for propagation.\n\nBeing the over prepared individual when it came to collections, Kokuto had small strips of cloth to wrap each clipping in. She even showed Kobe how to get root trimmings from one deadly plant without risking exposure to oneself. Sadly, they had reached a point of having to remove her fine haori to carry the clippings. This did not diminish her enthusiasm for them one bit. In fact, at one point she had to get down and dirty to reach one rare specimen she had been itching to get her stained fingers on in the middle of a display. She emerged from the finely cultivated plants with dirt stains on her knees, blackened fingernails, and messy frazzled hair, a twig with a leaf on one side of her head and flower petal wedged in her hair, the widest grin yet making her teeth shine white below the gleaming jets of her eyes.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Tucked away amidst the garden's winding paths and secret corners, Agasha Kokuto and Kuni Kobe moved with purpose. The park was a lush oasis, vibrant with the colors and scents of exotic flora. Kokuto, with her deep knowledge of botany and alchemy, guided Kobe through the verdant rows with ease. He watched studiously as she described taking the sample where the stem was hardy but not too woody—little bits of practical advice in between rolling up individual cuttings. \n\nKuni Kobe was wearing his usually whimsical robes. Today, the embroidered crabs were Sumi Athletes in traditional attire. Kobe still managed to get a few stains on his robes. He didn't seem to mind, focusing entirely on the task at hand. The dirt on his hands and the occasional leaf in his hair only seemed to add to his boyish charm.\n\nAs they went, he would carefully take the clippings she handed him and wrap them with the same care she had shown. His hands were gentle and precise. As Kokuto showed him the method for extracting root trimmings from the dangerous plant, Kobe leaned in closely, paying keen attention to every detail. \"Incredible,\" He murmured, his voice low with reverence. \"I hadn't considered taking that approach, Agasha-sama. That simplifies things so much!\"\n\nKuni Kobe watched with admiration and amusement as Agasha Kokuto delved into the heart of the plant display, emerging like a triumphant explorer from a dense jungle. Her passion for plants would have been infectious if it wasn't already shared. The boy even clapped for her! Kokuto's disheveled appearance only seemed to endear her more to Kobe. He chuckled as he carefully removed the twig and flower petal from her hair, oblivious to any social faux pas. \"You wear nature well,\" He teased lightly, his laughter mingling with the rustling of the plants around them.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "It wasn't an exaggeration to say the punctual Magistrate was late, and by quite a bit. Due to such short notice, the man had tried to make accommodations for the occasion. Though he didn't have enough time to address things with the gardener, hoping they'd be tolerant to such short notice. They wouldn't mind the two of them picking a few flowers, wouldn't they? Yuto could only guess as he made his way to the Gardens from the palace—hoping his grogginess didn't delay him too much.\n\nStill suffering a plethora of injuries from his last mission, he hoped to hide the injuries although he didn't do the best job. While this was an informal occasion, showing respect to his guest was of the utmost importance. Thus he wore very traditional attire for a scorpion, donning a black kimono and crimson hakama. Some of Yutos dark hair was pulled back into a topknot, with the rest draping over his back and shoulders. To put the dragon at ease, both Wakizashi and Katana were worn on his right. \n\nOne notable feature from the Bayushi was missing, that being his Mempo that hid his face. Which he assumed is where Kokuto got the name Saru from, she was funny that one.. Instead he wore the red silk over the lower half of his face, one of his eyes were covered by bandages though. Hiding the embarrassing and healing black eye he sustained. \n\nHaving a firm grip around the handle to the basket he carried, he'd have finally made it to the gardens after very slow walking. Roaming for a decent while until spotting whom he sought out. At first he smiled, until seeing her accomplice, and what they were doing... \n\n*'Was hoping it'd just be the two of us on a simple stroll... Well it should be fine, I can assume they went ahead and got permission from the caretakers...'* \n\nThe young man thought to himself, before approaching to greet the two cats who clawed their way through the plots of plants and flowers. \"Agasha-san, the fortunes have clearly shined their light for me to see you again. They've also unveiled a welcomed opportunity in acquiring another friend, Crab-sama.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "trelana",
"message": "At the applause, Kokuto bowed in imitation of the actors and actresses she had seen a few times before. Her cheeks were flushed with the excitement and exertion of sneaking up on her prey. She couldn't be giving the plants any forewarning to run away. It was odd to her, though; the plants seemed to not mind having clippings taken, some even had expressed joy and relief, especially upon her mentioning she'd take good care to root the clipping just right for that plant. She shook the strange feeling away with a shake of her head.\n\nThe petal came away like fresh fallen snow, landing in her open palms as she moved them to be the ground with a small moue of sorrow. The twig, however, was infinitely more difficult to extricate. It seemed to have been wrapped around a half-pulled strand from her bun, making a ridiculously messy arc above her head, then shoved through next to her scalp. It even resisted being pulled, though it caused her relatively little discomfort in its resistance. \"Gah, leave it be. It can hope of a better life for a while yet,\" She told him with mild amusement.\n\nThe call of her name tore her attention from the plant clippings; she looked up and around for a moment. She twisted to look upside down behind her. She frowned for a long moment before she placed the voice and frame with a missing mask. \"Oh! Sasuri Saru-san!\" Kokuto exclaimed as she twisted back upright, overcorrected and fell into the display of pretty but thorny flowers they had left untouched. She cried out softly, more of disappointment at landing amongst the plants she had spent such effort preserving despite her hunting. She waved her hands between the two of them, as if making introductions despite her position in the bushes, \"Saru-san, I introduce Kuni Kobe, a fellow enthusiast in experimentation and the scientific. Kuni-kun, I introduce, ah, Ba-yushi, hm, ouch, Yun-yuto.\" Perhaps the hesitation was from her attempts to extricate herself, rather than any lapse of memory.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "hida",
"message": "\"Hmmm, It seems the report I got from my caretakers was correct. Some samurai parading around my garden.\" An elderly voice toned. To match the voice a man well into his twilight approached the group. His back was arched and he gait was slowed from the ravages of time but his movement was purposeful. \"Why, dragon-san, are you resting in my flowers?\" He said in a chiding way.\n||"
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "As Bayushi Yuto approached, Kobe smiled and gave a small bow. If he noticed the Scorpion's magistrate's size and gravitas, it did not bother him. \"Bayushi-sama, it's an honor to meet you. I'm Kuni Kobe, just a humble researcher.\" His voice was friendly, the warmth in his tone genuine. The grinning fool glanced around at the garden, his respect for the space evident. \"This garden is a treasure, Bayushi-sama. The care and dedication it must require... It's inspiring,\" He said earnestly, his eyes wandering over the lush greenery around them.\n\nWhen the elderly caretaker appeared, a look of concern crossed his features. Raised among the brusque and objective-oriented Crab, the young shugenja's social skills were not terribly *Advanced.* His one courtier technique was Damare-Do: The Art of Shutting *All the Way* Up. While the curvature of his facepaint was busy exaggerating even the merest of Kobe's expressions, proudly announcing his nervousness... The boy himself poured the totality of his focus into holding back the tide of conversation threatening to burst forth. The effort was visible. And pointless.\n\n\"***Your*** Garden, Scorpion-sama?!? This place is stunning! The spot over there with the grove of stonewood trees surrounding that patch of variegated Isawa's Tears? Those guys came from such different growing conditions; how do you even keep the soils separate?\" The flow of words was both exuberant and unseemly. Proper samurai are not supposed to show this much emotion in public, after all, and that was only the beginning of the social faux pas at work here. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "It wasn't difficult to see the confusion upon Yutos expression, though it was primarily concern masked by a soft smile. The two were certainly enjoying themselves, Kokuto especially. While on most occasions he'd have extended himself to prevent a tumble, his battle weary condition didn't permit any sudden movements. Thus he watched and frowned meekly as she crushed the plants beneath her. Letting out a soft exhale, he turned to Kuni Kobe, Kokuto was enthusiastic in his introduction. Must have been good friends if she addressed him as 'Kuni-kun'\n\n*'A Humble Researcher..? Trampling through someone else's gardens isn't the most humble act.. But until I've cleaned up my own act I can't judge a crab for their impetuosity..'* The Scorpion thought to himself. \n\nGiving a nod to the man, he smiled. \"Indeed, A treasure that has been inspiring us to give it care for centuries. Of course time does not take away natures fragility—No matter how long the ant tends to the hill, a single misstep will collapse it all the same.\" This might have been too obvious of an implication, but he made sure to keep himself kind and resolute. Though in his petty comment the Magistrate had only just now took note of the second Scorpions presence. \n\nUpon a quick observation, the young man put together the elder was likely not a Gardener himself anymore, but perhaps an overseer. Having visited the gardens often the Magistrate couldn't say he had seen him before. Showing the man respect, he'd have faced him and bowed deeply for a proper greeting. \"The fault is mine, I meant to meet with a Caretaker so that a tour could be fortuitous for our Apothecary. My notice was short, but that is no excuse.\" \n\nNot only was he here on short notice but the man wasn't exactly skipping today. The Bayushi hoped this could be resolved without any tensions accumulating. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "trelana",
"message": "The stained hand froze at the sound of an older voice. Both of her companions were young, much younger than she, and this voice was even older than her. She attempted to extricate herself to see but was only able to catch a glimpse of the elderly gentleman. The thorny branches were well and truly sunk into her clothes and resisted any attempt of hers to pull herself up. \"Oof, oh. Ouch! Stop that,\" She mumbled a bit, \"Oh, hello. Resting this one is not. Ack!\" The noises and protestations she gave the different vines perforated the air just as much as the thorns had to her clothes, and perhaps her skin in some spots. \n\n\"Said STOP!\" She shouted at the vines in a ringing voice, pulling herself out of the vines. \n\nOne last heave of effort and she spilled out; she landed in a tumble at someone's feet. The poor little alchemist truly looked the worse for wear now. There were pinprick holes all throughout her drab brown clothes, some larger with a suspicious darkening on the surrounding cloth. \"Ouchie owowowow. Oh, getting too old for this,\" She groaned as she very slowly straightened back out.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "hida",
"message": "The elderly man cleared his throat as the woman spilled from the briars and straightened up in front of him.\n\n\"Now, I'll ask again now that Dragon-san has un-accosted herself: What do you want from my garden, Samurai-san? I am the Caretaker of this garden and have been since Hantei the 37th. But your notice went unanswered because I do not give tours of my garden to those without invitation from the gove- Scorpion ambassador, and certainly not to those who cannot stop from traipsing over my flowers.\" The old man said, rubbing his weathered hands together. It was obvious his patience for people was intensely short and as irritating for him as the rashes cropping up on the dragon's arms and legs.\n||"
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "*Oh. **Oh.***\n*Oh, no. Not Again.*\n\nKobe wasn't exactly sure what was wrong. He didn't know *For sure* How in trouble he was about to be in, either. \n\nYou know what he did know, though? He knew the sound of **Dissapointed authority**. That was a sound he knew like the back of his hand, and he was hearing it right now. That realization slowly sinking in caused the flow of questions and compliments to trail into uncomfortable silence. This time, he wasn't going to do his best to stick to the art of silence. Hopefully, there was an answer between the Dragon and the Magistrate that would placate the Elder Gardener.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "This clearly wasn't going to go well. Kokuto was very much in her own world, not connected to the current situation they were facing. It was clear the old gardener wasn't having it either, who conveniently had not introduced himself yet. Likely he was going to press the matter forward, especially since he established authority and history with how long the mystery man governed the gardens.. Sighing to himself, Yuto ought to intervene and do something. \n\n\"Surely there's an angle we can see eye to eye, Agasha-san, and Kuni-san, meant no disrespect. Besides, an opportunity has befallen us. Is the foundation of a garden not built by those finding seeds to help grow?\" \n\nYuto wasn't really sure where he was going with this, within mere moments of this conversation the Magistrate didn't wanna be here anymore. His eye hurt, his ribs hurt, his arm hurt, and now his head hurt. Wanting things to move around he was partially worried about the dragon, looking as though she pricked herself on something bad. \n\n\"You've dedicated many years to the perfections of our gardens, it'd be a shame for its awe to only be seen by the benighted and those with unappreciative eyes. Can we not be spared a few minutes to reaffirm these trudged soils?\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "trelana",
"message": "Kokuto righted herself, mostly. She had gotten no further than a seated position when the lecturing began. \"Traipsing?\" She stood upright, or as upright as one can be when they remain in their knees. \"This one did not *Traipse* Through flowers! It is not being right to disturb the cultivars of such magnificence,\" She said is a sharp, quick voice. \n\nReminded of just the things she had been admiring and the man's status as gardener, she shuffled forward in an abrupt motion on her knees, while her eyes shone with an intensity that made her cheeks glow with a rosy hue. She stopped short of actually bumping into the poor old gardener.\n\n\"You are the grower and carer of such lovely and fantastical plants that are being singing such sweet music of their care? Getting the plant to grow how?\" She pointed to a notoriously difficult tropical species in one corner, her eyes glittered just a touch as they watered with the intensity of her emotions. She barely heard Yuto but one fragment made it to her ears; she figuratively pounced on it and ran away with the idea. \"Seeds! Yes, growing seeds! Growing that must be found!\" She continued to stare at the gardener with increasingly swimming sight. \"Perfection it is being.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "hida",
"message": "The old man Huffed and turned away for a moment. \"Tend to what you've disrupted and we'll see about a tour. If you can keep your hands off my flowers.\" \n\nThe Gardener was genuinely upset about the flowers, but his voice didn't convey anger anymore. Rarely did anyone ask or seem genuine about the care and maintenance of his life work. His earlier annoyance was turning into something altogether different. *Curiosity.\"\n\n\"Bayushi-san, how did you come to accompany a Crab and a Dragon?\"\n||"
},
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Despite his stern warning, the elder gardener had given them the chance to remedy their error. He nodded eagerly as the old gardener spoke about tending to the disrupted plants. \"Of course, Scorpion-sama,\" Kobe crouched down, his hands moving skillfully as he carefully examined the affected flora. Kobe's hands, stained with a mix of earth and plant pigments, worked delicately to undo the unintentional chaos. He murmured soothing words to the plants, almost as if he believed they could understand and forgive.\n\nAs the old gardener seemed to soften, revealing a hint of curiosity in his gaze, Kobe seized the opportunity. \"Agasha-sama and I, along with Bayushi-sama here, share a common interest in the wonders of nature.\" The Earth Shugenja continued to work on restoring the greener, his fingers gently coaxing the leaves back into their natural positions. \"Your garden is a marvelous thing, sir. The only things that I know about how to grow some of these little guys is that it shouldn't be possible without regular snow... And that it's planted next to fronds from the Mantis Isle!\"\n\nHe looked at the Dragon samurai waxing eloquently from her knees, \"We'll be careful, I promise.\" It's not that he didn't notice the flushed checks, shining eyes, and small wounds on Kokuto. It's that she seemed only just a little bit poisoned at the moment. Righting the damage done from her fall was more pressing. The Crab was sure that she would agree. \n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Watching all this unfold was unreal, almost like it was out of a play. The Agasha didn't fail in making the Bayushi almost laugh, lucky he wore a silk veil. Containing the amusement, he continued to observe, glad to see the gardener was open to mending the misunderstanding. Had things gone differently, Yuto would certainly have regret coming. While he knew a bit about nature and could appreciate it, he certainly wasn't a fanatic over every plant in the garden. These two however... \n\nBefore he could answer the mans question, Kobe already did. While he could share the details, the Magistrate figured to simply go along with things. \"Indeed, those with an appreciation for Nature and are heedful of what it can provide are sure to come together.\" While that wasn't the actual story, Yuto certainly didn't feel like sharing the truth. Being that they simply shared a meal by coincidence and an offer was extended nonchalantly.\n\n*'Now that I think about it... Why did I offer a tour? Was I trying to score a date or something? Eh, who can remember. Maybe I can work an angle, can't do that if she's dead..'* He'd think to himself—still staring at the rash spreading on the Apothecary. \n\n\"You know, Nature and History are often entangled. Your vast education of Flora is impressive, Agasha-san, Kuni-san, how much history do you know of this city's most abundant garden? Perhaps um, Shosuro-sama can bestow some infatuating history! You've tended these gardens since Hantei the 37th! Have any walked these grounds in your service?\" \n\nHe took note of it earlier but completely forgot to inquire the man's name. Yuto was really just taking a guess. Could he be a Tokagure or a Shosuro? Well, right or wrong this was Yutos attempt to change the tone of this encounter. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "trelana",
"message": "Kokuto blinked rapidly before she hurried to help right the plants she had fallen into. In contrast to Kobe's soothing words, Kokuto's were all of admonishment. She scratched absently at her ribs. She fussed at the plants for grabbing onto her and \"Being mean\" As she gently helped to set them right. She scratched at her upper left arm. One critical look and the spot only showed an indentation from her rapid embrace to those that knew it to be there.\n\nThe little alchemist gave Yuto a knowing smile, though she had to clear her throat before she spoke, \"Fate has a way of drawing those together that are needed. Wisdom of Togashi is being vast.\" She slowly scratched absently at her neck. One stained and dirty hand waved lightly.\n\nAs Yuto mentioned history and nature and her knowledge, Kokuto shrugged genially, not displeased by the recognition but not overly flattered, \"Of course they be entwined like lovers. Many plants be outliving people. Whole civilizations beneath the feet could be here. Food for the deep-reaching roots.\" She gestured at the ground, fingers mimicking roots digging through the earth. She did a weird little shimmy to shift her clothes over her skin. It didn't suit her needs. Her hand rubbed down her leg, as if rubbing out a cramp.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "He was quite fascinated by the Dragons unbothered nature. Here she had dirt and flowers in her hair, a rash spreading, and grime all over her. However, she were more entranced by the gardens—without any cause for concern. It was almost like a child who ignored their scrape or cut, inevitably they'd come to regret it later. \n\n*'Maybe I'll just wait and see when she notices...'* He thought to himself. \n\n\"A very creative way to put it, Agasha-san. Can't say I've ever thought of entangling roots as 'lovers', could make for a nice poem.\"\n\nShifting his gaze to Kuni Kobe, he was also unique. While he couldn't determine the man's age, one sensed a young spirit full of naïveté and desire to experience. Typically these sorts of people are drawn together, so it was no question how he and Kokuto met. \n\n\"So, Kuni-san, you're quite knowledgeable of botany as well. I take it you practice medicine? With what you've gleamed and collected thus far, what would you make?\" \n\n A question to raise conversation and test one's skill. While he wasn't particularly challenging the man, it would be good to see what went through the mind of the crab. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "trelana",
"message": "Kokuto coughed to clear her throat. Was it itching? She frowned. \"Well, you can be crediting this one with the idea when you write such a poem, then,\" She said with a slight hitch, her heart had just skipped a beat. She hadn't touched any of the dangerous plants with a scratch, had she? \n\n||"
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{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "As the others spoke, Kobe casually opened one of the bags that he had carrying with him. Bobbing his head as the two spoke of history and poetry, he pulled out a bundle of crumpled papers. The young boy opened one at a time, mummering to himself as he did. \"*No... Not that one... I haven't lost anything... Not hungry... Not sleepy... No errant fires... No monsters... Why am I even carrying this one, when would I need a boulder **Really**...,*\" It took a few more wadded up notes before he got to the one that held what he was looking far, \"*...Here we go.*\"\n\nHe heard the magistrate's question and looked up, \"Oh, from the fun things that we have found so far I could definitely make a few things to wake you up if you were feeling drowsy or help you sleep if you sought it out.\" He smiled, his default expression, before continuing. \"I could also craft a quick purgative if you had accidentally ingested poison. Speaking of poison... Agasha-sama? Looks like you got nicked there by one of the more aggressive little fellows. I've got something for that, though. Hold on, a bit.\" \n\nKobe then clapped three times, the sharp rapports carrying in the quiet air of the garden. The Kuni shugenja then kneeled. The words of magic that he spoke were nonsensical to most, but the tone was with a respect and reverence that the boy reserved for the kami and the fortunes alone.\n\n*\"Oh, mighty spirits of Earth, guardians of vitality and endurance, I beseech your benevolence. It is with profound reverence that I implore you to envelop this suffering vessel in your purity and resilience. Protect them from the pernicious poisons that assail the mortal form and expel any that might already besiege them. It is only through you that they may feel the solace of Jurojin's Soothing Balm.\"*\n\n||"
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "These two were certainly fascinating to say the least. Had it not been for Yuto finding them first, the scorpions tending to the gardens would have put blades to them. However he was much more relaxed and open, seeing as he was greatly injured he found no need to stress even further. Slowly he started to enjoy the company of the two, chuckling as Kokuto asked for credit of such a poem. \n\nWhen he looked to Kobe, who relatively seemed scatterbrained in about everything he did. The crab also picked up on her poison, but what came as more of a shock was the revelation afterwards. He was a Shugenja! Well it made sense given his off put nature, but casting such a spell was rather fascinating. \n\nHe wondered if they had anything that could heal his injuries... While he often left it to time to heal, the Magistrate had many duties to attend. Perhaps the chance of recovering quicker would be to some benefit.. \n\n*'Eh, I'm here to gain trust and useful contacts. Better to let them enjoy themselves than ask favors..'* Bayushi Yuto thought to himself. \n\n\"A very fine gift indeed, and a great eye, Kuni-san. You two have quite an attentive chemistry to one another, I take it you work together quite frequently?\" He asked the two. \n\n||"
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"author": "trelana",
"message": "\"No, these scratches be from the harmless one's grip,\" The alchemist spoke in a dreamy voice, distracted and half focused on narrowing down her symptoms. Did she change clothes after her last experiment? She thought she had, but something bothered her about it. Did she finish undressing? Hadn't she been disturbed by a pressing need?\n\nSomething interrupted her musings. It was familiar. She suppressed a cough. Kobe's pleas to the spirits finally penatrated her thoughts enough to recognize, too late to do anything. \"Wait! No!\" Her hand stretched out in a futile attempt to stop him. She wilted as she felt the spirits of earth rise happily to help. \"It just be harmless dose of aconite poisoning,\" She said in a deflated tone, \"It still be on the clothes.\" She sounded almost sad. Perhaps it was regret at the thought of missed opportunity of a new experience and first hand accounting. The thought lanced through her. \"It still be on the clothes!\" Her hands moved frantically to undo stays and remove material.\n\n||"
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "\"Oh, Aconite? Such cute little blue flowers. That explains...\" The boy's eyes widened as the Dragon began removing the contaminated garments. Typically, it would have been a solid plan to prevent exposure. \"No need, that's unnecessary. Wait a moment. It'll be alright. You're fully protected from all poison for a long time, now. We might want to end this outing early, though. The Earth Kami will not protect you with their grace for longer than an hour, and caution is advised. They are dependable, though... They won't change their minds early.\" \n\nThen, there was a short pause. \n\n\"This is your chance to learn what hemlock and oleander taste like.\"\n||"
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto didn't think he'd ever have to react to something like this. While he was relatively knowledgeable of plants and nature, he certainly wouldn't claim to be advance as these two. Kokuto and Kobe were interesting individuals to say the least, however.. In her denial of help and insistence to take off her clothes, the Magistrate made a panicked expression. While the other Shugenja merely protested, the Scorpion took an even bolder action. \n\nHe quickly pulled his Haori off, ignoring the pain and resistance that the cast over his arm gave. If any rumors spread this would've hurt his reputation more than it already was. Due to their difference in size, the Haori would have served as a blanket that shrouded the entirety of her figure as he threw it over her. Not wanting the dragon to indulge in public nudity, this was a popular garden! Her first instinct to strip down says a lot.. After throwing the Haori over her frame he'd have completely turned around. \n\n\"I think these experiments of yours ought to be conducted in a place that isn't so... Exposed to the eyes of others. Especially if you're going to 'unveil' everything before the Kami and test how much you'll be spared.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "trelana",
"message": "The thin white hands stilled, stained fingers buried in cloth. \"Flowers? Yes, but this be the powdered root. Glass experiments,\" She said as a matter of fact. The top layer had made it to her chest, showing off the now heavily stained undergarment. Bright red spots and lines proliferated the white fabric. Kobe's words about the invocations gave her several ideas, and very slowly a wide grin formed. It was immediately covered by red fabric that floated onto her head. Well timed indeed, for the grin had a strange look to it - something even low society would not take kindly. Slightly muffled, but at the same time Kobe suggested she taste hemlock and oleander, \"I could try pufferfish toxin.\" There was something in the way she said it that led the listener to believe she thought it the highest of pleasures or greatest of delicacies.\n\nThose stained hands lifted swiftly to keep the fabric from touching her own clothes. She tossed the haori back over Yuto's shoulders with a couple of little hops that resituated her own clothes. A calm and gentle smile had replaced the unholy expression, \"My thanks, Saru-san, but this one will be needing that not this time.\" She took a few steps, gathered her own haori - and it's ill-gotten contents, and turned back. \"You are welcome to join but now this one will be doing experiments,\" She grinned rather foolishly at him, punched the sky \"For science!\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Perhaps the elderly gardner had been warming up to a pair of unlikely herbalists and their childlike enjoyment of his profession. But this was a man of class, who was certainly even more aghast at the obvious lack of decorum. It's not like Shugenja are beacons of purity held to higher standards than your average samurai. \n\nKobe, not oblivious to the Gardener's disapproving look, bowed twice in quick succession. \"I apologize for disrupting your garden, Scorpion-sama. After I have her firmly in the care of her clansmen, I would be honored if you allowed me to return. I wish to pay penance through honest work until you feel the debt repaid.\" \n\nTurning to the Scorpion magistrate, Kobe bowed again. \"Yes. I will see to it that she is returned to the Dragon Embassy with *Haste*.\" \n\nThe Crab Sumi embroidered onto his bleached white robes would ripple behind him as he jogged over to the now luridly grinning Dragon. \"Time is fleeting, Agasha-sama. We should hurry.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The way these two were so disconnected from reality was shocking, Yuto was unorthodox but these people were even out of his league! Undressing, desiring to be poisoned, it was amusing but unexpected. Now there was talk of pufferfish, anyone that wasn't attentive probably would've gotten lost in this interaction. This however made the scorpion chuckle. \n\n\"Well, I'm glad you've enjoyed the benefactors our gardens provide to those with your expertise, Agasha-san.\" \n\nShifting his eyes over to Kuni Kobe, the crabs nature was not so different from his own. It felt rather adventurous and innocent, the way he used to be. Though he did show caution in the dragons health, for now he'd stay behind and work with the gardener to clean this mess up. Today was supposed to be a break.. Oh well. \n\n\"Your apologies are unnecessary, Kuni-san. I look forward to hearing of your intrepid results. Besides, I suspect we'll see one another soon. Farewell!\" \n\nAs they fled the Scorpion turned taking a deep breath. Maybe he ought to link those two with the other weirdo in the Scorpion? What was Satoshi up to? \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "trelana",
"message": "Kokuto spent a good bit of the time she was hustled away chewing and dictating. A careless wave was tossed over her shoulder, with an accompanied \"This one suggests a visit professionally, Saru-san!\"\n\nThe waved hand snaked out, snatching a handful of berries to eat with a happy little sound. \"Oh! Delicious! No wonder eating with joy the children would be doing! So sweet! So deadly!\" She said it with relish, hand reached out to try another deadly poison as they passed it. It was simply too bad that she couldn't make it back to her workroom with enough time to brew a distillation of poisons to try.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The sun fell as the moonlight illuminated the Scorpion Gardens, soft winds rustled the trees and flowers as the greenery tonight bestowed a tranquil presence. Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto sat beside one of the many ponds, watching his little friend chase the koi. Seated just underneath a tree, his Daisho were set aside within the grass. The magistrate wore a cherry red kimono and an azure blue hakama, contrasting to the red and gold mask that covered the entirety of his face. \n\nVery often he came to a more isolated area in the gardens, whether it was to get away from work or meditate. That or simply to escape the burdens of people, Yuto often confided in the joy of his turtle, Kame-san seemed to enjoy himself. He took a breath exhaling, ridding himself of the day's tiredness. \n\nIt was then a chill came over, the night was setting in. Slipping on the ruby red Haori as it now draped his shoulders. Moving hands behind the neck, Yuto would flick his dark silk hair out and over the coat he put on. Letting one's long hair down was a good way to warm up, he looked nearly ready to go.. But Kame-san was enjoying themselves, so he'd stay a bit longer. Though his eyes averted from the pond to the sounds of an approach, taking in the footsteps as he turned to see just who it was. \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Recent events being what they were, Sanumo had taken to seizing opportunities to relax and unwind when they arose. With embassy functions settling down for the day, he'd donned some simple earth-toned apparel and set out to enjoy the quiet night air.\n\n*It's not like the embassy will burn down if I'm gone for a couple hours.*\n\nA good facet of the Scorpion Gardens was that they had myriad winding paths, secluded nooks, and the like. It made for a new experience every time - or at least for someone as relatively new to the gardens as he.\n\nFor much of the walk, he'd done his best to tune out his thoughts - or even dampen them - but a loremaster's mind was reluctant to be so tamed.\n\nSo it was that he was surprised when something caught his attention and pulled him to the present. He stiffened momentarily before recognizing the figure of a fellow samurai taking in the sights - in this case, his own approach. The young courtier tucked some loose strands of his hair back into the cord circlet at his brow. « Apologies, Scorpion-san. It was not my intent to intrude upon your piece. »\n\nWith limited experience with the Scorpion and naught but tales and history to go by, it was a little unnerving to be suddenly alone with one. In the midst of the night. In what used to be their home territory.\n\n*Stay calm. I haven't given them any reason... Have I?*\n\n||"
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Upon seeing the man tread through the Gardens, the scorpion turned his attention away from the pond. Standing to greet the man that had seemed to stumble across him, it wasn't a rare thing to bump into others. Though he hadn't seen this individual before, what clan were they from? Judging by his clothes he was certainly a Samurai, but the colors weren't recognizable. \n\n\"Greetings, taking in the sight of the garden I see. It's quite the spectacle at night. I'm Bayushi Yuto, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.\" \n\nGiving a slight bow, the scorpion smiled under his mask. The man seemed somewhat surprised to find someone else, whether or not he was intimidated by the Samurai wasn't clear yet. In any case, Yuto wouldn't make any exaggerated gestures. \n\n\"I come here quite often, my turtle likes to play in the water with the Koi. It can be entertaining to watch sometimes, but most of the time I come to clear my mind. Hope I'm not disturbing your free time.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Returning the bow, Yuto may have glimpsed a splash of red across the Asako's back - that of the Phoenix mon. Regardless, his doubt as to who his guest represented would be short-lived.\n\n« My name is Asako Sanumo and I'm likewise happy to have met you. In no way have you been a disturbance - or at least not of a negative sort. » He stalled for just a moment, a slight frown emerging at the corners of his mouth. « Did you say ´turtle´? » Having not yet noticed the critter, it was something he hadn't been expecting.\n\n« You would be only the second samurai I've met in this city who keeps an animal as a companion. » He didn't say it as a judgement; only stating as much in the same way as one might regurgitate a fact from a scholarly text.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Asako Sanumo? It was an interesting name, having heard many he didn't recognize it. Perhaps this was a new fellow entirely, though when he bowed the mon of the phoenix became clear. Having not made an impression he slightly straightened up, making sure to give no negative thoughts. \n\n\"An honor to meet one of the esteemed Phoenix clan, I haven't had the pleasure yet. And yes I do have a little turtle companion, that's Kame-San over there in the water.\" \n\nHe turned, pointing a finger at the only turtle in the pond. Playing and chasing the Koi fish around, the turtle was certainly unique. Having a more squared shell with horns over its eyelids, giving it quite the narrow field of vision. The little critter was harmless and enjoyed nature as its owner. \n\n\"Being the second Samurai to have an animal companion? What a shame, if others knew how good it was I feel everyone would do it. I've been wanting to get another companion, I was thinking of a dog.\" \n\nBefore he rambled off too much about his love for animals, he waved the man over. The scorpion would sit once more, this time on the left side of his Daisho. Despite the informal setting he did what one could to make it less intimidating. \n\n\"If it's not too much to ask, join me. I'd love to hear of how you're taking to the city.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "*A curious little creature. I believe I've only read about ones like that in books.* He spared a few moments attention when Yuto pointed Kame-san out before being drawn back by the man's own words.\n\n« Certainly. That seems as good a way to pass the time as any. » Several soft footfalls later, he took his seat alongside the samurai and watched the gentle rippling and splashing of the pond.\n\n« How I'm taking to the city, hm?... » The question gave him genuine pause and he rubbed an idle hand along his jawline while he considered it. Ultimately, he decided to be honest with the stranger, despite it potentially coming off as oversharing. Fuyuko had urged him to become more direct, after all.\n\n« In truth, it is simultaneously the best, yet most dangerous city I've had the pleasure of being posted to. My experience has been much like that of a bird who has built their nest too far out on the branch. There is great promise if the tree should hold firm, but great sorrow should it finally give way. »\n\nHe sighed deeply, the young courtier seeming weary - especially now that his features were more clearly visible up close. Quieter, he added, « I'm doing my best to support the tree. »\n\nUnspoken was the thought that sometimes even he needed a bit of support, such as that of a moonlit night's walk.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "While his answer wasn't surprising, the scorpion was rather impressed at the man's persistence to support the city. Most within a few weeks or months would have been discouraged, maybe he was but didn't want to show it. Yuto's a scorpion after all, wouldn't want to reveal too much. \n\n\"I find myself sharing the same feelings as you do Asako-san, the city can be quite overwhelming with its pressure upon the shoulders. As Magistrate of the Scorpion I find myself being chased around, though every sufficient deed relieves that pressure with an abundance of satisfaction. Perhaps it's the sole reason I keep going.\" \n\nYuto spoke honestly, the two were being very grounded with one another. There was no reason to lie about the condition of the city and the relative relations between clans. Though the scorpion and phoenix had not made much contact, as far as Yuto was aware, they were a mystery. Granted a lot of the other clans were, but he decided to not waste time. \n\n\"I must apologize for the tardiness of my Clan. It's my intention to reach out to the others and reimburse positive relations, and of course serve as host seeing as we're in our home land. How have the Phoenix been faring in Ryoko Owari Toshi? I've been so busy the chance to see for myself has evaded me.\" \n\n||"
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{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "It was somewhat heartening to find his sentiments so readily mirrored by another samurai - and a stranger no less. Perhaps the fortunes did more to tip the scales than Sanumo liked to admit.\n\n\"While your apology is appreciated and accepted, I do not feel as though it is warranted. If your clan's experience has been anything like my own, it is no wonder that we have not found the time.\"\n\nPausing to collect his thoughts, the two watched Kame-san in his dogged pursuit of the fish.\n\n\"Our circumstances are the poorest I've seen them since my arrival. Taisei-san, the shugenja who attacked a peasant, severely damaged our reputation and credibility - both with the peasants and the Unicorn.\"\n\nGrimacing, Sanumo envisioned the moment he'd received the news and everything had begun to unravel around them.\n\n\"I promise you, Bayushi-san. The ambassador and I have the city's best interests at heart. We only need open minds willing to entertain our plans. Minds that are currently either firmly shut or indifferent to us.\"\n\n\"Someday soon, I hope to win your clan over to our cause.\" He was uncertain how much to say on the matter. Yuto had revealed himself to be a magistrate, but status and influence with one's betters did not always go hand-in-hand.\n\n||"
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "His eyes peered through his mask, staring at the Phoenix as he spoke. Even though his apology may not have been warranted, giving one was important. The other clans needed to know the Scorpion were on the move, formulating ways to install good relations once more. Yuto chuckled when he related their experiences in the city, perhaps they were not so different. \n\n\"Sounds like a great crime was committed against the Unicorn by this Shugenja, what's become of them?\" \n\nThe scorpion was curious, ruining credibility with peasants was a funny thought, but the Unicorn weren't to be underestimated. If the phoenix had done something grave against them, they were certainly hand in hand with the scorpion. Whatever their plans were, maybe the clans cooperating could benefit. Yuto certainly didn't want to make enemies with anyone, but the Phoenix were certainly a piqued interest. \n\n\"I too have the city's best interest, but I cannot do much while our claim is challenged. That someday you speak of could be today, my ears are open.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Taisei-san?\" He raised an eyebrow. \"Cast out as ronin. A kind fate, circumstances being what they are. You might even still find him in the city, if he has elected to stay.\" It was clear based on how he emphasized the latter that he'd much prefer the man to move on.\n\nYuto's delicately-worded proposal to discuss the future now was tempting. *This is not how Iemon and I intended this to go, but... We take the opportunities we are given.*\n\n\"Very well, Bayushi-san. Then let us work to satisfy your claim. That is, after all, the Phoenix's will.\"\n\nHe gave Yuto a moment to digest that before continuing. \"No matter which clan earns governance of Ryoko Owari Toshi, it sets the stage for conflict. Doubly so if it is the Scorpion or the Unicorn. This is... Less than ideal.\"\n\n\"In a perfect world, we would seek to satisfy the claims the Scorpion, Unicorn, and even Lion have to the city by giving them equal presence on a governing council. Our hope is that, with suitable balances inside and outside the council, it could hold firm and save many, many lives.\"\n\n\"We have, as you might guess, had mixed success with pitching this idea. I have not met your ambassador myself, but my concern is that they may see owning anything less than all of what you've lost as an unacceptable outcome. However, should all parties come around to the idea, or a different version of the plan come to pass, we need only convince the governor to speak well of it to the emperor at the winter court.\"\n\nIt was, to many, a veritable moonshot. A plan too high-minded to possibly succeed. That was exactly why it was worth striving for.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "To be cast out as a Ronin, while it was a mercyful fate one wouldn't agree that it was kind. Though whatever he must have done ought to be a grave crime, Yuto couldn't imagine. Whilst the man spoke of the vision he and his ambassador shared, Yuto grabbed a pebble and tossed it across the pond, skipping a few until finally sinking. Looking back at the man, what he said was naive. Though he already admitted such, in a perfect world it would work, but this world was far from such. The scorpion couldn't agree, but he could see the benefits of an arrangement. \n\n\"You're right, that proposal will only succeed in a perfect world. You understand no clan but the Scorpion possesses a proper claim to the city, yes? We're in our homeland. Shosuro Orochi was a fool who sought to incite a War for his personal ambition, the rest of our clan does not share his madness.\" \n\nHe spoke sternly but not rudely, the two were civilly discussing what could become of the city. While there were obvious flaws to such a plan, Yuto saw the highlights. \n\n\"I wouldn't be opposed to a council helping in the governance of the city, especially since it's an important trading station. But We Scorpion serve the Empire, but any other clan taking control of the city would insult us greatly, and lead to unwanted conflict.\" \n\nWhen bringing up his Ambassador, the man almost rubbed the back of his neck. Having no idea what would come of such a role, as of right now Yuto was operating independently, practically undermining his superiors. All of it was for the benefit of the clan, but who would see that? \n\n\"Has anyone shared in your interest and vision for the city?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "A dry laugh escaped his lips, \"No proper claims save your own? Next you're going to tell me that only the Lion or Crane claim to Toshi Ranbo was valid for centuries.\" He shook his head, \"While I speak of lofty goals, we are dealing in realities. The reality is that, as much as it would be simpler for all if the Scorpion's claim we're absolute, the Lion and Unicorn have their own claims of debatable validity and strength.\"\n\nHe leaned forward, elbows propped up on his knees, and ran his hands down his face until he held them just over his mouth. \"I understand these are not the words either of us wish to hear, but I see no point in lying - even to you. I am a historian, Bayushi-san. Your clan never loses this city for long. If the emperor denies it to you, we both know what sort of things could happen. If it is restored to your ownership, you invite the wrath of other claimants or dissatisfied parties. At least with a cooperative solution, the city can be spared the toll that open conflict will bring upon it. That you are at least open to working with the others brings me some peace of mind.\"\n\nHe watched as the fish were still settling in the wake of Yuto's pebble. That was more or less the state of the clans right now. The emperor's intervention had startled all, but brought a brief reprieve before the next disaster. If he failed to avert it, at the very least he hoped enough would be done for them to weather it instead.\n\n\"I have found like minds, albeit with some difference in opinion, in more places than you might expect. However, I feel as though anything more than what I've already offered should go through Shiba Iemon-sama. There is only so far my word can take you.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "While his laugh was somewhat irritating, what Asako said wasn't wrong. If it weren't for his duty and obligation to his clan, he'd have been onboard with such a democratic plan. While he saw the strengths, there were far too many flaws for it to work. Nodding as he spoke, he sat and humbly listened. Yuto was gentle and meek, not giving any room for anger to overtake him. There was simply no reason. \n\n\"No matter who the city is given to, Wrath will come with or without invitation. A council will not ease the tension between clans, rather it'll give motivation to do more of what's being done now. Conspire with those who support one another's interest to put down those that don't.\" \n\nThat was the nicest way he could put it. If the Phoenix openly knew the scorpion wouldn't lose the city for long, why invite more difficulty in them reclaiming it? Politics were complicated so he did his best to simplify them and be straightforward. \n\n\"What will your clan do when those you've built tension with use their influence on the council you proposed to weaken your position and deter your efforts?\" \n\nHe didn't say it sarcastically or rude, but out of true curiosity with a gentle tone. The man was smart, he knew things would only get done if tensions were eased. A council was a plausible idea, but a double edge sword can't promise it won't cut its wielder. \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Regardless of the direction Yuto was steering the conversation, Sanumo was appreciative that the samurai seemed more critical than anything of the plan. Founded concerns were always welcome; baseless conjecture was not. His questions were intelligent and, normally, would have prompted him to sit in quiet contemplation before answering.\n\nHowever, these worries mirrored those that others had voiced before and he was thus more ready to meet them.\n\n« The purpose of such an endeavor is not to remove tension or competition. It is to perpetuate peace. The council, or any equivalent measure, would provide a non-violent avenue with which to resolve or outright prevent conflicts. I think we can both agree that it far beats the alternative. Tournaments, sports, the arts - they're not only for self-enrichment and for the enrichment of others, but for providing outlets with which to dissipate the same forces which lead to bloodshed. »\n\nIt was clear above all else that the young Phoenix believed in the possibility. For all those who would balk at the unorthodox nature of the idea, the problem - at least in his eyes - was winning them over to it, rather than the execution itself. Where the will goes, results will follow.\n\n« As for if this measure would be used against us, it undoubtedly would. Samurai cannot limit their actions based upon what the spiteful or wicked may do with what they have wrought. They must align themselves with the course that has the most potential for good. If that good comes at our own expense, then it must be so. At least it will save lives. »\n\nIn gesturing along with his speech, his apparel had become slightly awry. He paused to straighten the lines and smooth them out before continuing less insistently.\n\n« We do not stop forging katana every time a lowly ronin wields one for ill. Neither will we stop seeking improvements, spiritual and otherwise, for the Empire even if they are twisted to undesired purpose by some. »\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "It was at this point in the conversation where Yuto would truly question the man. Did he not understand the council wouldn't perpetuate peace without first removing tension? This idea wouldn't prevent violence, merely delay and give the ambitious more time to gather their bearings. It seemed the Scorpion and Phoenix were at a fundamental disagreement here. Contemplating the man's words at first, Yuto would speak. \n\n\"Asako-san, I admire your clan's desire for nonviolent solutions. But we can't expect everyone to act with your level of goodwill, I don't know the interests and ambitions of your clan, but I would like to. Your plan leaves too much to chance, and the percentages lean towards what you wish to avoid..\" \n\nPut all your enemies in a room and they'll find a way to be rid of you. The Phoenix were certainly naive, but perhaps with a nudge and adjustment to the plan they could make wonderful ally's. It wasn't as though he were trying to deflect the plan, but make essential improvements. \n\n\"I'd love to discuss this more, would you mind telling your Ambassador of me? Perhaps we can discuss this plan and what you envision in greater detail. The times are growing unpredictable, we must map out where this vision can lead, that is if it were to succeed.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "He offered a weary smile, aware that he'd somehow turned time away from his duties into time in service of them. A heavy burden does not come loose so easily.\n\n« This I can certainly do, Bayushi-san. The empire only functions because those with different viewpoints find common ground. Why should we be so different on a smaller scale? »\n\n*And after our most recent meeting, Iemon will surely be pleased with the speedy, if unexpected, connection with the Scorpion.*\n\n« I'm sure Shiba-sama will be more than eager to hear what you have to say. Know that he may also request my presence at such a meeting, whether for recording purposes or more. I am his Karo, after all, and such discussions are best advised upon if I witness them unfold myself. »\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He was happy that the man wanted to arrange something with his Ambassador. The Phoenix seemed to have no ill intent, and while they were at disagreement with such a plan, they wanted what was best. Yuto would tread carefully and with honor, so far that's what he received and it's what he'd return. \n\n\"You and any of your clans presence is welcome, and I ensure to make you feel welcomed in the city. I look forward to meeting your Ambassador, I intend to find a solution our two clans can agree on and pursue together..\" \n\nHe nodded his head in assurance. It was getting late and time for him to be on his way. Thus, he stood up, collecting his Daisho. Placing them back on his waist he'd walk a few steps over to the pond, kneeling to then wait for Kame to swim upon his hand. Turning back to the Phoenix Yuto would bow. \n\n\"Your presence and wisdom I've found enlightening, but I must be going. I look forward to wherever we meet next friend, travel safely.\" \n\nHe'd wait in case the man had anymore to say or discuss, if not the scorpion would take his leave. Carrying a bright smile across his lips. The Phoenix.. Could he bring them into the fold? Or were they going to unravel their plans? He hoped to find an ally in them. \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "||I'm fine with wrapping here. All that would be left for me to write out would be some parting words and I don't think I have anything particularly impactful on that front."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "|| All good! I appreciate the scene, hope to see you soon!"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Today was an important one. Here at the Shosuro Palace where the Magistrate had been spending more time at was preparing itself for visitors. Heimin servants moved with haste, getting things prepared. Yuto had sent word and discussed things with his chaperones for tonight, Yogo no Tansaku Kiyo and Bayushi Kaori. While he wasn't with them at the moment, he was certain the two were preparing in their own way. There was much anticipation and even more to be unexpected, wanting things to proceed well. Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto had been stepping up to the plate as of recently, the Magistrate seemed more courtly than ever. \n\nWhile the others were getting ready and the servants prepared the palace to be spotless, Yuto himself stepped outside fully dressed. He wore a cherry red haori with black ink like patterns along it, on its back he bore the Scorpion mon. His hair was slicked back into a topknot bun, with the man's red and gold primate resembling mask casting a veil over his face. Under his fancy cloak was a plum colored kimono and a midnight black hakama. Tucked on the left side of his Obi was a singular wakizashi. Treading down the stairs of the palace he went to the entrance, where he'd personally greet the Phoenix that would soon arrive. \n\nHe'd be the first thing they'd see upon arrival. And although they couldn't see his eyes or face, he'd have them shut. Zoning out a little to clear his mind and focus on the soon to come discussion. Asako Sanumo was clever and well spoken, truly believing in their clan's cause. If their ambassador was anything remotely like his Karo, getting them to see eye to eye was unlikely. While the Magistrate wasn't the best with his words, he spoke with such sincerity. \n\nWhile he waited one of his servants approached from behind, the same one who delivered the letter and returned the Phoenix response letter to the Palace. Her name was Chinatsu.\n\nShe was like a child in comparison to the Magistrates size, seeing as Yuto stood 6'2\" And herself only being 4'11\". A noticeable feature about the woman is she only had one hand, with her second still being wrapped, bandaged in a cast. She spoke softly. \n\n\"Bayushi-sama, everything is prepared.\" \n\n\"Thank you, take off for the rest of the day.\" \n\nBowing as she'd turn and go back to the palace, the scorpion took a deep breath. Letting the weight roll off his shoulders. Keeping both eyes closed he waited for the sound of footsteps, almost visualizing the Phoenix in his head. He hoped Kaori and Kiyo would either be inside the dining hall or out greeting their guest alongside him. Either or didn't matter, as long as he was here. The scorpion tilted his head side to side, popping his neck to relieve the stress. Luckily he stayed composed despite being nervous. \n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon led his small delegation by foot to the Shosuro Palace, his pace unhurried, and his expression one of practiced neutrality. He wore his Ambassadorial kimono, the formally crested mon only displaying that of the Phoenix Clan as a whole, designating he was acting solely to represent his Clan and not his personal interests. The sleeves tapered in color towards the sleeve almost organically, mimicking the edge of a tongue of flame as it is went from a deeper orange around his torso to a brighter, almost yellow-orange to the hem of his sleeves.\n\nHis daisho hung at his side, and he was prepared to offer his katana to be 'sharpened' should the attendants require that of him. He paused, turning to Asako Sanumo and Isawa Kashikoi. \"Let us hope that this meeting goes better than the last invitation I had received from the Scorpion.\" His voice was low, but he allowed a hint of humor to creep into the tone. *Better to show confidence and hopefully instill it in them as well.* Not that he worried about the two other samurai losing their composure. \n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi walked slightly behind Iemon, allowing him to be seen first as he smiled and glanced around at the glamour of the Palace and the decor. He wore fresher sanctified robes adorned with the mons of the Phoenix and Isawa, along with a singular silver stripe along the linings of his robes. He glanced to Iemon as he addressed him and Sanumo, chuckling a bit behind his sleeve._\n\n\"It will certainly be an interesting evening, I will say. I have not heard much of this, Magistrate Rokugo Yuto, was it? I wonder how they are ...\"\n\n_He tilts his head, eyes glancing upwards into nothing._\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The little Scorpion had watched the two Phoenix approach the palace from a balcony. She'd spent plenty of time getting ready, her eyes and lips darkened, her ivory skin a strong contrast to her makeups. Her hair was sleeked back into a simple maiden's foxtail and she wore her least outrageous of Manami's kimonos, a cut that would be considered merely daring in most courts. Her own swords were conspicuous by their absence as she descended the stairs. A ruthless killer she might be, but there was no need to flaunt it before guests. Besides, she was never fully disarmed. \n\nShe appeared in the palace's entrance hall in time to greet their guests. A glance in Yuto's direction assured him that she had not been running late, that this was mere excellent timing and she was fully prepared to play the dilligent hostess. Her own servant Tori was nowhere to be seen, and that combined with her empty obi gave her an oddly vulnerable air as she bowed silently to the two Phoenix, allowing Yuto to take point in the greetings. \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo, ever dutiful, stayed close on Iemon's heels as their small delegation approached the Shosuro Palace. He'd elected to go for a simple, unobtrusive dark orange kimono (and matching hakama) for the occasion - only the Asako mon visible - so as not to overshadow his own ambassador.\n\nHe registered the words of his fellows as they walked and mechanically nodded along, offering a polite smile when applicable. In truth, however, his attention had been focused on the meeting before them and the various forms it might take. The brief, if impassioned, conversation he'd had with Yuto several nights prior had stuck with him. If the Scorpion's interests were as he'd claimed, this could be an unexpected windfall for both parties.\n\nThe actuality of the matter remained to be seen, but best to tread with an open mind.\n\nEntering into the hall with his entourage, he gathered his mind back to the present, bowed, and waited for his betters to properly kick things off. His knowledge of Scorpions of note was lacking with their recent downturn in the public eye. Sanumo was left waiting for introductions to make him properly aware of who else Yuto had brought into this discussion.\n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo didn't much like being invited to another diplomatic event. This sort of thing was becoming distressingly frequent. Is this what being important feels like, because Kiyo doesn't like it at all. If only her brother had horribly maimed his best friend instead of her maiming her best friend. Must be nice to still be cursed to not have to do this sort of thing. Actually wait, Osamu would probably like this sort of thing, the strange kid enjoys the company of people. And yet she's the one who would have to engage in diplomacy in the future. What an unfair world.\n\nWorst of it all, her wardrobe has been getting nicer as time passes, because you can't just wear the same formal outfit each time. Utterly bizarre. She's onto a new fancy outfit this time, one of a deep violet. And her style attendant (what was her name again? Kiyo kept getting new ones because they kept getting too ambitious on fixing her up.) insisted on Kiyo having matching hair ornaments. She had no real counter arguement, it turns out 'no, because I don't want to' isn't good enough. So here she is with a fancy hairdo, fancy outfit and even a set of fancy gloves (Kiyo always wears gloves), and unusual of her clan, no mask. That last thing was not a subject of discussion. Better attendants than her current one have tried and failed. They don't work for her any more.\n\nShe was already dreading this whole affair, but tardiness was not an acceptable word nor a thing for her to be. Kiyo stood out like a sore thumb in this room of people who probably wanted to be here, and this wasn't helped by her height, the woman clearly has some Hida blood. \n\nShe would offer a canned formal introduction to all those who arrived. \"Yogo Kiyo, a pleasure to meet you.\" She's not sure why people use this one personally, who finds meeting a stranger to be pleasurable? It seems insincere, but it's what she was told of all her greetings worked best. She's perfectly friendly seeming, but it's clear it's just a formality. The only one who would get a slightly different introduction would be Iemon, where she looks at him and absentmindedly adds \"Didn't we play shogi once?\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "One was reassured by the arrivals of his chaperones and especially guest! Kaori seemed to be prepared for the meeting, having no doubt in her composure and ability to assist. Kiyo was... Well she was Kiyo, and while she didn't enjoy these meetings the Magistrate made sure to express his appreciation. While the woman would admit she was no diplomat, her wisdom and blunt practicality was very valued to the scorpion. If the rest of the Phoenix were anything like Asako, then they all spoke like wise sages. When men like them were set on an answer it was hard to tell them otherwise, today's hands were in the Kamis.. When their guest arrived Kiyo was the first to speak, maybe she was more enthusiastic this time around? Despite him wearing a mask it did put a smile on his face. Boeing to greet them all he spoke. \n\n\"Greetings! We're overjoyed you could make it. I am Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, Magistrate of the Scorpion and your host tonight.\" \n\nHe spoke cheerfully with sincerity. There was no need to hold back on a splendid occasion! \n\n\"You must be Shiba Iemon-sama, I'm honored to finally meet you. Asako-San has told me of your noble plans and I looked forward to standing before you.\" \n\nLooking over to Asako Sanumo, he would have nodded once more. \n\n\"It is good to see you again, Asako Sanumo-san. I appreciate your joint effort in allowing this to be arranged. You've made it much easier for both parties to come together, you have my thanks.\" \n\nHe bowed. Finally looking over to Isawa Kashikoi. Hearing of him only through letter, Yuto would have addressed him. \n\n\"It is a pleasure to meet you as well Isawa Kashikoi-san, I hope to become more familiar with you. Your time is greatly treasured. We assure you it'll be spent without regret.\" \n\nHe gestured back to the palace, taking a small step. Welcoming the Phoenix into their yard, there was no need to idle around. \n\n\"We invite you into the Palace to dine with us, I hope your travels here were undisturbed.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon bowed in return, matching the Scorpion's evenly. *If this man was acting in an official capacity, it is only seemly to respond in equal fashion.* \"Thank you very kindly, Bayushi-sama! Your offer of hospitality and discussion of the future of the city was a most welcome one, to be sure.\"\n\nHe bowed in particular to Yogo Kiyo. \"Indeed, I had the honor of being bested by you. It would be a pleasure to play again at some point when our schedules may align.\"\n\nHe turned back to the magistrate as he invited them in. \"Yes, our short walk was well worth it for such a kind reception. I hope it was no great imposition to prepare a meal on our behalf.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Accepting Kiyo's introduction with a small measure of visible relief, he took the opportunity to repay it in kind. He bowed and, so as to not have to repeat himself, made sure to speak clearly enough for all assembled to make out his words. \"Asako Sanumo, Karo to the Ambassador. It is wonderful to meet you all under such auspicious circumstances.\"\n\nSanumo was pleased at Yuto's words - doubly so in front of Iemon - and bowed deeply in acknowledgement of the expressed gratitude. It was with a bit more energy in his steps that he followed Iemon and their hosts into the palace proper.\n\n*Perhaps everything will go smoothly for once...*\n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi bows as Iemon and Sanumo had, smile gentle as he slowly straightens, a slight wheeze through the nose as he does._\n\n\"The walk over was indeed undisturbed, yet also very stimulating. The sights of the city never lose their charm,\"\n\n_Kashikoi chuckles, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering to the thoughts of those around him; he had made sure to keep more of a handle over his abilities than usual as practice for this specific event._\n\n\"I look forward to the conversations we will have this evening, Magistrate Rokugo-san, Bayushi-san, Yogo-san.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Black eyes studied the Phoenix guests, silently measuring. Her fingers idly stroked the fan that protruded from her obi, a gesture calculated to draw the eye and put thoughts into people's heads. *Not every Scorpion is a kabuki villain.* \n\nShe remained silent as she judged her guests, allowing the eloquent Yuto to take the lead and host. Her face was bare, without any tan lines of a mask to mar her ivory skin, but where Kiyo was natural in this state Kaori seemed curiously naked, though one could not describe her expression of discomfort. Perhaps it was in the careful neutrality, a *Mon* She had not fully mastered yet, or perhaps she was always a reserved personality. Either way, this sort of thing was only for the careful observer to discern, since she was only backdrop scenery at the moment. \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He was surprised to hear the Ambassador address him as sama, but it brought a smile under the Magistrates mask. Another surprise came that he had shared time with Kiyo, perhaps a past meeting that could be fortuitous here. After the introductions were given and they were assured of safe travels, the scorpion decided to welcome them in. \n\n\"I'm glad your travels were not burdened, and please a meal is no trouble at all. We've looked forward to your arrival! And if the servants can feed a glutton like me a few extra mouths won't prove challenging!\"\n\nThe Magistrate was a big man and naturally could eat more than others, chuckling at his joke he'd make way through the courtyard. Gesturing the group to follow him as he'd make his way to the palace doors. There would be servants to slide the door open and take their sandals after they'd removed them. Inside was another Heimin, the same courier who delivered the letter to the phoenix embassy. A woman named Chinatsu, one notable feature was she only had one hand. She bowed and greeted the group, gesturing down the corridor. \n\n\"The dining hall has been prepared, right this way!\"\n\nThe Shosuro Palace was decorated as one would usually expect, a very traditional home housing many scorpions. On the walls and podiums throughout the palace were various trinkets and valued items. Masks, armor, blades, paintings, and whatever other red things the clan fancied. Today the palace was spot clean and empty, with only the assigned heimin servants to tend to their needs. This was at the request of Yuto of course, wanting their meeting to be unbothered. Upon reaching the designated room, the servant slid open the shoji doors revealing the hall. \n\nInside was a long zataku table made of fine wood, stretching from one end of the room to the next. With cushions all along both sides and the ends. The room was heavily decorated, desiring an appealing environment to enjoy a meal and drink.\n\nThere were many flowers and plants giving a favorable scent as paintings took up much of the walls. Chinatsu would bow and speak before excusing herself once more. \n\n\"Drinks will be brought out soon.\" \n\nNodding in response Yuto replied, \"Thank you! Please take a seat and make yourselves comfortable!\" He was also the first one to take a seat, being the closest to the doorway. This was a subtle way of assurance, usually the least important would sit closest to the door in the event of an attack. Yuto was quick to establish trust and comfort in any way possible. After being seated he would take the wakizashi, the only weapon he carried, placing it to his right side. While some could see it as a desperate attempt, one couldn't deny the effort to state no slick action would be made. \n\n\"I believe the cooperation between our clans will prove prosperous! Though I must admit my ignorance in not knowing what your clan's interests are in the city. Before I met Asako-san I had not come across a member of your clan. So I hope you can forgive my absence in assisting your needs.\" \n\nThe Rokugo had lifted his hand up to grasp his mask whole, removing it as he set it aside revealing one's face. Now that he thought about it, Yuto hadn't even shown his face to Asako when they met in the garden. He had bright brown eyes with a scar cut horizontally beneath them, stretching over his face. It healed well but was quite a noticed feature. Smiling towards the guests he had waited for everyone to settle in. \n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon handed off his katana to one of the 'sword sharpeners' at the door, keeping his wakizashi with him as badge of his status as samurai by custom. He chuckled obligingly at Yuto's joke, enough to convey acknowledgment of the humor without agreeing with it. \n\nHis eyes took in the surroundings, noting the steps that had been taken to make things appear as welcoming as possible, and giving a small nod of satisfaction. \n\nUpon entering the banquet room, he took an offered seat near to Yuto, mirroring the gesture of placing his wakizashi to his right, his face showing distinct pleasure at the formality being shown. The taking off of his mask was a surprise that nearly interrupted his initial expression. *That is a most open gesture indeed.* He thought, considering it a declaration of sincerity.\n\n\"I think the opportunity of cooperation between us will be most fortuitous indeed. Frankly, given the placement of the city, attempting to do anything without cooperation with the Scorpion would be... Well, like swimming upstream. A valiant effort could be made, but it is better to work with the current rather than tire oneself and risk drowning.\" Knowing how firmly within Scorpion territory Ryoko Owari Toshi was, it was only a matter of fact that Scorpion control would be a matter of 'when' rather than 'if.' \n\n\"Our needs are twofold, and both in the interest of of the greater needs of the Empire as a whole. The primary cause we pursue is peace, and to foster it to the best of our ability. Sadly, this city has not known enough of it to allow it to take root naturally, and so we come to offer our hands to tend to the garden. \n\n\"Our other interest is in the export of opium to our lands. As you are aware, it is an extremely vital medicinal ingredient for reducing pain. Some of the medicines we have produced in our lands have demand from up in the northern reaches and all the way down to The Wall.\n\nEnsuring access to that medicine will in turn assist in the cause of peace across the Emperor's lands as a whole, though of course soothing physical wounds is only a part of what can truly bring us together under the Emperor's Peace.\" He danced lightly around the topic of the public rumors of the uses that opium had been circulating through cartels and causing spiritual damage, but hoped his light remonstration could be received and perhaps addressed over the course of the night.\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Kaori's small feet glided noiselessly over the floor to her designated spot. When they had rehearsed this event and planned seating arrangements she had been careful to note exactly where she would be sitting. Then later she had had the background redecorated, removing a tacky screen and shifting an armor stand. Now, when one looked at the little Scorpion one saw her sword rack behind her. The hilts were turned to the right, but all three of her swords were proudly displayed there, wakizashi, katana, and a magnificent no dachi that had been a gift from the Lion. It was a subtle effect, but it stated her purpose as a warrior without offering anything like offense. It was just a statement of roles, something that might make a guest wonder. *The tall man is the voice, while the crippled bird is the hand? Is this real, or a misdirection?*\n\nIt would not do to be *Too* Open and honest. When one dealt with the Scorpion, one always looked for the sting. Better to have the sting sitting in plain sight sipping tea than leave the guests to wonder who might be hiding behind the curtain. Like the gesture of carrying weapons openly, it was a courtesy and not a threat. \n\nShe ignored the speakers and focused on the other members of the Phoenix delegation, studying their movements, calculating their abilities, and looking for the most dangerous one. \n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi listened intently, smiling gently as he followed along and admired the decorations and atmosphere. He does glance at Kaori for a brief moment, before continuing on with listening between Iemon and Yuto._\n\n\"Indeed, Rokugo-sama. Peace and healing are our ultimate aims.\"\n\n_He says little else for a while; smiling as he takes in the environment._\n\n\"I must say, the arrangements of this palace are remarkable; pulling the eye here and there, yet never revealing too much. Yet, it also has a touch of personality, to allow those who see it to see themselves in it. My praise, Rokugo-sama, to the designer and decorator.\"\n\n_He does give another quick glance to Kaori, feeling her gaze and, unsurprisingly, smiling in her direction._\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Settled comfortably and with the meeting beginning to get underway, Sanumo felt the prudent course of action was to let Iemon steer their side of things uninterrupted. Yuto had already been privy to many of Sanumo's opinions on the matters at hand and so it was more important for Iemon, with the weight of his station, to chart a course forward.\n\nWith an attentive ear to the conversation taking place around him, he took the opportunity to take in the scenery and the other guests Yuto had chosen for this evening. Of particular interest to him were the paintings and, as it turned out, the distinctive thinning thereof behind Kaori.\n\nAn observant onlooker could see the moment he noticed the gathering of arms and armor in proximity to her.\n\n*Yuto did say he was a magistrate. Perhaps a fellow bushi meant to assist him? Or even a handler of the palace's security. I could see us inviting Tsutsumi to a meeting like this in our own embassy.*\n\nStaring a moment too long in his own thoughts, he came back into focus and, likely looking right at Kaori herself, gave a fractional nod in acknowledgement before looking away. He was a little embarrassed for having gotten in his own head, not to mention that it might've appeared as though he had been admiring her and her provocative manner of dress.\n\n...Not that anyone could have faulted him for doing so.\n\n*Nothing to be done for it. At least I have all these decorations as plausible excuses. They certainly spared no expense.*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Listening to the ambassador speak, a smile became brighter as he acknowledged their clan. Not many required the help of the scorpion, even if they did, they wouldn't seek it. Nodding as the man spoke, the Magistrate would try his best to meet their needs with favorable results. Raising a hand and placing it on his own chest, Yuto spoke. \n\n\"Your words are kind Shiba-sama, despite the city not currently being under our direction, we Scorpion still assume many responsibilities in its functioning and services to the empire. Your acknowledgement is truly moving.\" \n\nIt wasn't often their clan was met with respect these days, and he expressed that to the Phoenix with gratitude. Thus he provided a positive response to their needs regarding Opium, their reasons above all were noble and without ulterior motive, something rare. \n\n\"Your intentions are very Virtuous and second to none, the Phoenix and Scorpion share a common goal to preserve the peace in the empire. Despite my ignorance towards your presence in the city, it gladdens me that you're here now.\" \n\nHe spoke not just to the Ambassador, but to Kashikoi and Sanumo as well. Their intentions and conduct were modest and admirable, he hoped there would be common ground found among them. Looking over to Kaori and Kiyo, smiling before engaging with the Phoenix again. Though he elected to respond to Kashikois interesting words. \n\n\"Ahaha! You flatter us Isawa-san, the decorations are a product of us glorifying and hailing our histories and traditions. Quite a fuss gets made on what trinkets go where in the palace, in the end it's more hassle than it's worth!\" \n\nHe laughed, turning back to Iemon. \n\n\"And I would love to arrange a regularly scheduled export of Opium to your Clan at a discounted price, in your favor so that the weight upon your shoulders is lifted. It's impossible for my heart to deny the intentions of those so earnest, soothing wounds is what we intend to do.\"\n\nAfter he spoke the door opened, as a servant came in with a platter of Tokkuri and cups for them to partake. As they'd set them in front of Yuto so he could serve, smiling as they spoke. \n\n\"The food will be done momentarily! Excuse me.\" \n\n\"Thank you!\" Yuto replied happily As they left, Yuto had viewed the various options of Sake and Tea. Hmmm... His eyes shifted up to the Phoenix, smiling as he offered. \n\n\"We have a variety of Sake to serve, which would you all like? We have Junmai-shu, Ginjo-shu, Honjozo-shu, Arabashiri, and of course Umeshu! (Plum Sake Wine)\" \n\nWhile he himself didn't drink Sake, Yuto also had a variety of tea in case anyone wanted to indulge. \n\n\"I personally don't drink Sake so I had some tea prepared too if you'd prefer that. Which would you all like? There's Sencha, Gyokuro, Jasmine, Genmaicha, and Kukicha! I myself will be having the Gyokuro tea.\" \n\nHe'd hear each person's request and pour their drinks for them, sliding them across the table for their guest and of course his chaperones. How this servant carried this large tray of a dozen tokkuri cups filled with beverages without struggle was an amazement, it went to show how particulate the scorpion were! \n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Returning the smile with a tilt of her head Kaori listened to Yuto speak, her mind dancing over the futures before them. Would Yuto turn this newfound eloquence to the world of politics and intrigue? He had a certain knack for it. Perhaps he could make a name for himself among the clever tongues at court. She hoped so. It was delightful to see people succeed in new trials. \n\nShe took plum wine for her own refreshment, another subtle statement. Despite her martial introduction, she did not anticipate any kind of need for her skills. It was a gesture meant to put their guests at ease, assuring them that they had not been brought here to get into trouble. \n\nShe watched them, remaining silent for now, not wishing to interrupt when Yuto was doing so well. She was here to support him. Her own agendas were of no importance tonight. \n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi nodded, the smile widening just the tiniest bit. He raised his hand and asked for a small glass of plum wine as well as a cup of Gyokuro tea._\n\n\"Why Gyokuro tea in particular, Rokugo-sama? A delight from home or just a newfound delight?\"\n\n_He asked, sipping the wine with a pleased hum. He was not one to indulge in alcohol, especially with his particular abilities. He glanced towards Kaori and Kiyo, mostly towards Kaori, before glancing at his own entourage._\n\n\"I am glad we can work together to ensure our land has peace as a precedent. I can only speak for myself at this current moment, but I feel hopeful for Ryoko Owari Toshi and Rokugan as a whole in this union.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon bowed in his seat slightly at the compliment, considering the Magistrate's words. *First, to answer the least pressing item.* \"Gyokuro would be delightful, thank you.\"\n\nHe paused to sip the freshly poured tea before continuing. \"It is not just a matter of virtue, but practicality. Though you have been ignorant to our presence in the city, the same certainly cannot be said for us. I have heard... Unfortunate rumors, since your Clan was removed from rule, that the structure of some of the more undesirable portions of the city have become contested. That a power struggle in the underground is fomenting beneath us.\" His voice was calm, and his eyes appraising as he raised these concerns. \"If we are to build any kind of future that involves peace, it will not do to have the very foundations crack underneath us. That these problems have come to the fore after the removal of the Scorpion, and knowing that your Clan holds the surrounding area, we would be best served to work together to prevent such catastrophic consequences.\"\n\nIt was a potentially damaging move in the longer term, but... Iemon considered the circumstances. He knew from Tsubomi that the power struggle was present, and the relatively recent death of a Crane was perhaps an additional sign of that instability. *Something has to be done before things get further out of hand...*\n\n\"We can discuss terms as we progress into the evening, but we have a willingness to address the problems most endemic to the city as a whole.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"Sencha, please.\"\n\nAs the heads of the respective delegations discussed particulars, Sanumo was left rather surprised. Yuto had seemed a reasonable sort when they first met, but he was practically showering them with courtesy, shows of sincerity, and deals weighed in the Phoenix's favor. Not that he was complaining, but this was quickly turning out to be the easiest diplomatic visit he'd had in his time in Ryoko Owari Toshi. He wanted to trust that they were getting a break for once, but adversity had trained his mind to think otherwise.\n\n*When will the other sandal drop?*\n\nHe was also caught off guard to see Iemon so readily skirt the topic of the underworld and cartels. It wasn't typical for him to tiptoe - at least not around matters of such severity. The barest frown started forming at the corner of his mouth.\n\n\"If I may, while I agree with the sentiment that we should work together to ensure the city's stability, what does that look like in the context of the underworld? This is an unfamiliar topic for me and, while I would hope the typical principles of politics would apply, I do not wish to presume.\" He offered a brief bow to end his thought and cede the floor to minds more knowledgeable on the matter.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The question from Kashikoi was interesting, was there some hidden meaning behind choosing a particular tea? Yuto wasn't sure if it was some secret language or something, thus he simply replied. \n\n\"I just think it's really good!\" \n\nHe said cheerfully, being quite the simpleton. If that was a test from the Phoenix then the scorpion most certainly failed it. Though the magistrates attention was directed at the ambassador as he spoke, speaking of their own clans turmoil within the city. There was no denying it, an expected thing as others contested their claim to the city and the lands itself. It was natural seeing as how the last winter court went. \n\n\"Those concerns in particular haven't gone unnoticed by us, the truth of it is, our loss of governing, face, and of course, Respect. Each of these have factored into our current circumstances, allowing others to contest us as you say. It was to be expected.\" \n\nAfter losing the city to no surprise did many find their clan to be weak. Yuto however had been working to better their position in the city. Taking another sip of his tea he spoke once more. \n\n\"Politics are politics, Asako-san. Whether they're over the table or under, they reflect one another as though they were a mirror. There are contrasts in the two worlds, but in the end remain one in the same.\" \n\nHe spoke calmly, Yuto wouldn't just openly speak of their underworld dealings, their openness of it was quite surprising. \n\n\"I've acquired a handler of sorts who'll tend to further the stability of our assets, so we'll be able to supply you with the Opium you need. I am inclined to ask, do you possess a more... Specific concern? Or is it merely weary from the heard rumors and general lenses?\" \n\nIf they had any issues or desired to put a hand in their operations, now was the time to reveal it. Their intentions to help one another had already been revealed, it was just how they would do it that mattered. \n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "_Kashikoi hummed happily as he sipped from his tea; eyes glinting as he shook his head._\n\n\"Forgive my curiosity, I like to ask some questions here and there. I find myself being a very curious individual. It is remarkably good tea, Rokugo-sama.\"\n\n_Kashikoi then quieted, letting the more skilled diplomats speak as he simply observed. His smile waxed and waned, but never faded. He looked to Iemon and Sanumo, nodding gently._\n\n||"
},
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon nodded at Yuto, letting the side remarks pass without interacting, keeping his focus on the topic at hand. The open discussion of underworld dealings was distasteful to him, but the necessity of it forced him to continue. \n\n\"There are specific concerns, yes. From what I have been told, there is one faction in particular that gives our Clan particular pause. One known as 'Silver' seems to be taking steps beyond merely claiming illicit power, and is alleged to be setting up shrines in their own name. Blasphemous beyond reason, as I'm sure you'll agree.\" \n\nHe paused, taking another sip of tea. \"It has also been assured me that they have the resources to have practitioners skilled in calling on Air Kami, able to hide their appearances. Given this, and the expertise of the Scorpion in such things, our cooperation will allow us to excise this heresy before it spreads, and perhaps allow your Clan to further establish a grip on the less... Savory aspects of the city.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"This sounds like a job for the Kuni investigators, doesn't it?\" Kaori asked at last, a frown marring her perfect brow. \"If someone is turning the kami against the celestial order, against the call of justice, this is blasphemous on another level. Have you gone to the Crab with your concerns?\" \n\nShe seemed interested in the conversation for the first time. \"Not that I wouldn't enjoy a spot of witch-hunting myself, but it is so fun to watch an expert at his job, and I have been interesting in knowing the Crab better.\" \n\nA flick of her head passed a lock of hair back behind her ear. \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "He nodded at Yuto's clarifications regarding the broad nature of the underworld. That it was not so different from the one they so typically operated in brought him some measure of comfort. \n\n*At least I won't be wholly out of my depth.*\n\n« No, Bayushi-sama, I'm afraid we haven't reached out to them as of yet. This is a development we've only recently become aware of and past meetings with the Crab haven't exactly been fruitful. That's not to say that we're against trying again - only that we have not done so quite yet. »\n\nHe paused to take a drink from his tea and gave a small, satisfied nod at the flavor and aroma.\n\n« We have, however, contacted our own Asako Inquisitors back home to see if they can spare any of their number to assist us. The Crab are not the only clan equipped to handle such heresy. »\n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I feel that perhaps in light of this, the Crab may be more willing to hear us out in regards to this new case,\"\n\n_Kashikoi says softly, sipping some wine with a content sigh as he glances around; he's careful to consume little of the wine in doses; lest he lose grasp of his abilities or awareness._\n\n\"I would not be against a threefold alliance with the Crab, us and the Scorpion. In fact, this combination of minds would likely do us well. The intelligence and wisdom of the Phoenix, the cunning and reach of the Scorpion and the ferocity and determination of the Crab.\"\n\n_He coughs, a soft one before a more violent one follows. He takes a moment to regain himself (and his breath) before acting as if that hadn't happened._\n\n\"Those with a common foe or goal, often put aside their differences in order to see that done. We should be no different, I feel.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The mention of Silver was interesting, a group of people or perhaps an individual stirring up things in the underworld. Relating his goals to the Kami.. It intrigued the man, of course the Phoenix were sure to approach them. The clan of wise scholars and Shugenja were certain to gain information of such uses, maybe this was the reason for their meeting after all.. Before he could speak the conversation continued with Kaori bringing up the crab, and of course Asako relaying more information or their own resources. He elected to pay attention to what they all had to say prior to speaking. \n\n\"Before we inquire about anyone's work, there is more information to be gained. Perhaps this... Aberration you've detected can be **Eliminated** Without seeking what could be unnecessary assistance. While the opportunity to improve relations with others is an enticing and admiring thought, if the added help from the crab proves to be superfluous we'll only render the appearance that both our great clans are... Impotent..\" \n\nHe spoke in his standard tone, speaking slowly in monotone. Despite his soft and meek voice it radiated certainty and confidence, something uncommon. \n\n\"What more can you tell me about this Silver? Is he an organized group? A man with mindless followers? Or an independent criminal. I'd gladly take on this obstacle with interest.\" \n\nHis face was emotionless, expressing no over eagerness in the topic or disinterest. While establishing something with the crab was welcomed, if this could be settled with just the scorpion with the Phoenix help... That'd be better for them all. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "He considered Yuto's wish to keep the Crab out of this, as well as Kashikoi's expressed interest in getting all hands on deck. His fingers softly drummed on the table as he gave the decision the thought it deserved.\n\n« Shiba Iemon-sama. While I agree that the Crab's addition would likely help speed things along and earn us some favor- » he nodded to the Isawa « -I agree with our host in that we appear to have the tools necessary to deal with this ourselves. Both of our clans could certainly use a victory of their own, no? »\n\n*Besides, we can always broaden our scope if the problem turns out to be much more complicated than it would seem.*\n\nHe studiously stared into his teacup. He'd said his piece and Kashikoi had done the same. The decision ultimately belonged to Iemon and he would make the best of whatever circumstances he was ordered to navigate.\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The little Scorpion killer shrugged. \"You will have to forgive me, this seems a spiritual challenge and that is not my area of expertise. I've heard Silver's name bandied, but not attached to any information of substance.\" \n\nShe smirked. \"The wretched scum and villainy of this city learned long ago to fear me. When you do decide to move against this Silver person, I do hope you'll bring me along. My new sword has not yet been tested and I would ensure it can cut before I face a real foe.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon considered the options, folding his arms into his kimono sleeve and slightly bowing his head as he thought. *It would be better to ensure that we are able to dispatch this obstacle in a single blow... But perhaps attempting to muster a 3rd Clan would be too drastic. Let alone how it would further telegraph our movements, having both a larger force as well as attempting to coordinate such a task force...*\n\nHe raised his eyes, first to Sanumo, and then to Yuto, silently appraising. \"Very well. Coordinating such an action between our Clans will be our path forward. I know there were a few other representatives from our fellow Clans there that night that met with this informant that gave the information I have relayed to you, and will offer that they join us as well, but the greater amount that we shoulder between the Phoenix and the Scorpion, the better. As Sanumo has said, we could each use a victory. But we must be sure that when we take our action, that we succeed utterly. A clean incision would be better than a ragged cut that allows for infection to penetrate deeper.\"\n\nHe turns to Kaori and nods. \"Spiritual in part, certainly, but this Silver is still a mortal, from my understanding. Thus, the heresy of attempting to set up a cult which flaunts the established order which rightfully puts the Emperor at the head of our Empire, and of the Divine Order as a whole. By showing he is merely mortal, we may perhaps save those who have been so deeply mislead, and minimize greater spiritual damage.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I will follow your word; Shiba-dono.\"\n\n_If Kashikoi knows the intensity of what he just said, he does not easily reveal said knowledge; content to simply smile and begin tapping his temple; an odd tick to have it would seem._\n\n\"Do we know where Silver currently is? Or the area they choose to commonly occupy? If so or lacking that knowledge, I feel my input could be of great benefit to the search effort.\"\n\n_Kashikoi glances to Iemon specifically, grey eyes glinting as he taps his temple with a cunning smile, disguised as the simple smile he constantly wears._\n\n\"Especially if I am aided by like minded individuals with skill in detection. Perhaps a joint unit of Asako investigators and any our Scorpion partners deem appropriate?\"\n\n_Kashikoi then moves his gaze to the Scorpions, leaning back with a hand under his chin; the picture of relaxation._\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "His words were interesting, both their clans could use a victory.. The scorpion sat upon that for a bit, is that what this meeting was? While the Phoenix meant nothing of it, perhaps just words to win his Lord's favor, the Magistrate meditated on them. Though his gaze averted, shifting to Kaori with a slight smile. The woman was always ready to use her sword, remaining sharp no matter what state she was in. Maybe it'd do some good to use her, though before rushing other details needed to be discussed. Expectedly so the ambassador never missed his mark, relaying more information on Silver and his cult. It was surely a threat that needed to be dealt with. \n\n\"I do not mind other representatives joining us, as long as our joint efforts oversee this delicate operation. After all, it is not a 'Victory' that our clan seeks first, but Service to the city and of course the Empire as a whole. My motivation for keeping this endeavor primarily between our two great clans is not to hog an attainable glory, I apologize if my words spoke of an ill intention.\" \n\nHe spoke as if words were first nature to him, hoping these would affirm their convictions in this operation. If they were to succeed they needed to be sure of themselves, while he was not one to underestimate others, he felt confident in dealing with this threat himself. The scorpions were not after glory but a point to prove, this was their city after all. Inviting others to deal with every single problem would only show their inefficiency. Their service if appropriate should come before others. Turning to Kashikoi, he seemed more in tune on how exactly they'd execute said plan, it showed the Phoenix were genuine. \n\n\"Fewer numbers will suffice, a couple, perhaps a few competent members of our clans will be enough. Too many numbers will only give them heed of our advances, if we lack sufficient knowledge, it is best we focus on acquiring it.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo wasn't sure that their host had meant to come across so, but he couldn't help but feel like they (the Phoenix) were being gently scolded for their choice of words. While he did bristle under the perceived insult, his feelings were much less important right now than ensuring that proceedings continued towards a conclusion that was ideal for the Phoenix and for Ryoko Owari Toshi. He channeled that mild frustration into emphasizing his next points.\n\n« I agree with your assessments, Shiba-sama, Bayushi-sama; it must be us, together, that takes the mantle of command. » He paused, if briefly. « It would seem to me that we are all in need of more information regarding our target so that we can formulate, and follow through on, our ´clean incision.´ I will, of course, work to facilitate anything we might need in pursuit of such. Shall we arrange a joint investigation force or operate separately and convene at a later time to pool findings? »\n\n*If Iemon also took offense, perhaps speeding things along will help him... Overlook it for now.*\n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon gave Sanumo a look of gratitude at having pushed the conversation past the point where he would have pushed back against the gentle remonstration that he had perceived in Yuto's words. *Perhaps I am still a little too eager to react against perceived slights after everything that has happened as of late.*\n\n\"Isawa Kashikoi-san has a valid gift for finding out information. I am certain with some uninterrupted effort on his part, he will be able to give us the information that we would need to be able to act decisively.\" He gave a confident nod to the Shugenja. \n\nThe Phoenix ambassador had assumed, if anything, the Scorpion would likely desire to appear more competent, just as the Phoenix hoped to after recent events. Service to the Empire as a whole was of course part of that proof, but he had hoped they would be as free in admitting it as the Phoenix had been. *Perhaps we've misread the situation here?*\n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo had been quiet, not contributing to the discussion at all. This is not abnormal, especially to those familiar with her. She tends to fade in and out, and clearly she had faded out into the background for this dinner. Not even the talk of this Silver character really roused much a reaction. Sure, there is some supernatural things going on, but she really had no interest. Nothing she heard implied mahotsukai, yokai or any taint, so why should she care enough to stick out her neck? It's not like she was particularly religious, even if she was a priestess technically. The Phoenix could provide their inquisitors and surely there is someone better to stalk in the shadows of the city than her in the Scorpion.\n\nStill, she looks more animated than she was before. She was paying attention now a bit on the words and less on the food and sake. If nothing else, she sure did seem to like spectating the whole discussion.\n\n||Hello yes, I'm back and Kiyo is now clearly a person in this scene again"
},
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"author": "jediknight98",
"message": "\"I thank you for the compliment, Shiba-dono. I will do my best and work hard with our allies to find this Silver.\"\n\n_Kashikoi smiled and bowed slightly, noting the table, to Iemon, before glancing towards the Scorpions; smile slowly shifting to a grin._\n\n\"So who are to be my partners? I look forward to meeting them.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"When it comes time to strike you may count on me to assist,\" Kaori flicked her hair back absently. \"I have a special grudge against the criminal scum who infest our beautiful city, and it is a special joy to bring the light of justice to them.\" \n\nShe smirked. \"Even with my left hand I am more than a match for anything this city could throw at me. It took half a dozen with spears to give me this arm.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The Magistrate was content with the group deciding the matter would be between their clans, it made the most sense. They were here not only for their help, but to improve relations, needing to look competent was important. If one clan proved futile in all their efforts they'd have nothing to truly offer, they were right in their lack of willingness to admit. Once hearing one of their competent investigators was within the room, Yuto turned to smile at Kashikoi. \n\n\"I will be your partner for now Isawa-san, I'm the top investigator the Scorpion have within the city. Once you and I require sufficient information we can then plan the apprehension of this Silver.\" \n\nYuto was more than confident in his own abilities, especially when it came to providing protection for the phoenix if they needed to linger in more dangerous areas of the city. Kaori would surely be an asset once the time to strike actually came, thus he smiled at the woman's enthusiasm. He was happy to have someone like her by his side. \n\n\"I'll of course stay in contact with you during our reconnaissance Shiba-sama, I hope we'll be able to swiftly end this crime roaming through our city.\" \n\nHe said positively toward the group, hoping they shared in this enthusiasm. Yuto would inquire once more. \n\n\"Before we end the night dining, is there anything else you all wish to discuss?\" He inquired with a smile. \n\n||"
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon bowed to Yuto. \"Nothing else comes to mind at the moment, I feel that we have covered all that needs to be communicated. I am looking forward to seeing what fruits our cooperation may grow.\"\n\nThe meeting had been much to his satisfaction, and he let it show as he warmly offered his thanks for the meal and the company. \n\n\"I hope you will allow us to return the favor of hosting a meal at our Embassy soon, once this matter has been seen to by our two Clans.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The Shosuro Palace was quite pact as many Heimin servants and other scorpions tended to the gardens within the Palaces courtyard. It housed many of the scorpion residents in the city, especially those who were just being welcomed. Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto had been by the gates, expecting to welcome a new arrival, but not yet knowing whom it was. He assumed it to be someone valuable to their efforts in the city if he had been previously notified, so he had high hopes. \n\nThe Magistrate stood six foot two, having a large stature and wide build. Besides his great presence the most notable thing on him was the mask, having a vicious primate with fangs protruding from the mouth, and a third eye. It was primarily red with gold outlines, completely hiding the man's face. Yutos long dark hair was slicked back into a topknot behind the head, letting the silk like mane fall down to his shoulders and below. \n\nAdorned in a blood red haori above his plum purple kimono and black hakama. Boasting the scorpion mon on his back proudly, having his Daisho on the left hip. Both hands were crossed in front of him, hidden in the shrouds of his haori as he waited for the new arrival to appear. Beside him was a much smaller servant woman, going by the name of Chinatsu. She herself wore a simple kimono like most heimin, fitted for tending to the palace's needs. The woman had been the one to let the Magistrate know, hearing mere whispers among others.. \n\nTapping his foot ever so slightly, he politely inquired. \"I thought they'd be here by now... Are you certain the arrival was today?\" \n\n\"Yes Bayushi-sama.\" She replied softly. \n\n\"Then why isn't he here? I knew we should have waited for him at the city gates\" While he was growing impatient he spoke in a gentle and meek tone. \n\n\"I was told he had an escort already! Perhaps he's just running late.\" The woman replied a little more anxiously. \n\n\"Some escort, probably dead somewhere now.\" Yuto said purposefully, teasing her. \n\n\"Bayushi-sama! Don't say that, I'm sure he'll show soon!\" \n\n||"
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "The Magistrate certainly had expectations; after all, how could one not when told a useful asset would be presenting himself? That said, those expectations probably did not match what arrived at his gates. Could someone ride a horse *Insouciantly*? Well, this fellow approaching certainly was, his posture suggesting a languid indifference to much of the city around him. \n\nA samurai of moderate height sat on the archetypal Rokugani traveling horse, clad in well-made garments. A crimson hakama with gold and orange highlighting, a kimono of greens and pales, and a blue-and-plum haori picked out with the Scorpion mon across the back. His face was surmounted with a halfmask, covering his eyes, nose, and forehead. It was made of white leather, picked out in red and black, the very visage of a hare kami. Long, auburn hair was bundled at the back of his head, coming down twixt his shoulder blades in a thick mass. If left unbound, it would surely reach to the man's waist. At his hip hung a daisho, bronze-clad tsuba tapping together as he swayed comfortably in the saddle. \n\nOn reaching the gate, he drew up the horse, sliding from it with a bit of dash and ease, approaching the gates. His feet were perhaps the only indication of not having chosen spectacular fashion over practicality, being clad not in fine Geta and tabi, but simple, sturdy, and exceedingly rugged waraji straw sandals. He would nod to the bow of the servant who had been leading his horse, then step toward the magistrate.\n\nAt the correct distance for etiquette, he would bow deeply, as one should when uncertain of another's exact rank, but sure it was higher than one's own. \"Felicitous greetings to you. I am commanded by my lord to introduce myself to the master of this house and place myself into his service. I bring a letter of introduction from Yogo-dono.\" And he would extend the letter in both hands."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He at least expected to receive a name before a letter, though the mention of the Yogo family was some indicator. If he were a Yogo he would've told Hiromi or Kiyo to do this, but the Rokugo wasn't one for turning down or making others feel unwelcome. \n\n\"Welcome to Ryoko Owari Toshi, I'm Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, Magistrate of the clan here in the city. I'll be the one tending to your needs if you require them.\" \n\nTaking the letter he extended, the scorpion wasted no time in opening it. Reading the contents of the man which one assumed would be a basic description of who and why this man was here. Looking back up at the Yogo, he spoke. \n\n\"Yogo Okita-san is it? A pleasure to meet you. After hearing of your arrival I went ahead and had a room prepared for you. If you're tired I can escort you straight there, or you can tour the palace.\"\n\nHe turned to walk, gesturing for the man to follow. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "Okita rose from his bow as he was addressed, nodding his head. He fell into step along with the magistrate as Yuto began to walk. Properly, he matched his stride to be a half-step behind the senior samurai, rather than lagging far behind or trying to keep even with Yuto.\n\n\"A pleasure as well, my lord. A tour would be most appreciated indeed, this home looks like one to be most proud of. I am honored you would wish to show it off for my humble benefit.\" He adjusted a carrying pack as he walked, having somewhat oddly chosen not to leave it in the care of any servants. Indeed, had any come close, they would have been politely, yet steadfastly, ignored.\n\nHis voice was well-trained, with mostly proper enunciation and elucidation. However, Yuto would be able to detect hints of the broad vowels and soft consonants of the southern river country in Okita's speech. Whether an affectation or an origin impossible to entirely erase probably remained to be seen.\n\n\"As my lord surely said in his missive, I'm to make myself useful to you and your house. I am a painter, by practice, Bayushi-sama.\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Walking through the courtyard it was plain as day they were used for the gardens. The man walked at a moderate pace heading toward the residence, seeing as it was the largest building within the noble quarter. There was enough room to fit a dozen of their clan and not feel cramped, hearing he was a painter one might have appreciated the space. \n\n\"You must be a fine artist Yogo-san, I've always wanted to learn the craft. Perhaps I'll frequent you for lessons, just for you we have a room spacious enough for your work.\" \n\nDespite one's stature the man carried himself gracefully. Speaking in a gentle and meek voice, letting his presence do the attention grabbing rather than his voice. Upon entering the palace, Yuto kicked off his sandals so they could walk within. The castle had many corridors and hallways, each holding shoji doors. It would take a while for one to memorize everything, but the main things to consider were the basics. \n\n\"You'll be able to acquire everything needed for your work here in the Palace, many servants move through the halls so just ask if you need anything!\" \n\nInside the Shosuro Palace were decorations littered nearly everywhere. Mostly artifacts and heirlooms relating to the Shosuro, but many other trinkets were placed too. Armor, weapons, paintings, plants, they had it all here. \n\n\"Sometimes it can be overwhelming to take in, but it's a worthy sight to behold nonetheless.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "Okita attended readily at the Bayushi's elbow, taking in the sights. He had to pause a moment longer than the Magistrate when it came time to remove his shoes, for waraji were solidly wound things. \n\n\"My lord is too kind. A studio for myself, it is too generous. I would have readily accepted a space in the gardens.\" It was the expected polite refusal, and it was clear he was pleased at the notion of having a formal workspace. After all, what could he do otherwise if it rained?\n\n\"It is indeed impressive.\" He noted, as he looked at the artifacts around them. \"A question, my lord. My father had expected I should be a bushi, and I was trained in our family's style of Kenjutsu. I was never given a yojimbo, as my father expected me to fight for myself. Is it acceptable I carry my katana as such, or would the dignity of the house prefer I defer to a guardian?\" \n\nAgain, it was clear enough which he preferred. Courtier or not, the grip cloth of his katana was well-used, yet scrupulously kept. His carrying satchel was in his left hand, leaving the right free for his blade should it be required. \n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "He chuckled at the man's humility, whether it was projected or genuine. Yuto appreciated the thought. Some were stingy over the treatment of the palace, status very much having a role in determining what rooms were assigned. \n\n\"Nonsense Yogo-san, if what I've heard is true then you'll soon decorate the palace with your wonderful creations. It's an admirable skill and one many can recognize. I'm sure you'll find many who share in your hobbies.\" \n\nSliding open the first door, he stepped into the room. This being the main dining hall of the palace, having a long Zataku that stretched from one end of the room to the next. With cushions alongside so those can find comfort being seated. One would notice the palace had a very traditional aesthetic and feel, while it was indeed flashy for the scorpion it wasn't too alluring. \n\n\"Here is the main dining hall for important meetings and of course special occasions. Other than that it's empty most of the time, many prefer to eat in their rooms when not celebrating.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "He noticed how the second question had been politely deferred, so he simply nodded and accepted the compliments without protest. \"Again, far too kind my lord, but I will strive to do as you say. Loyalty is beautiful, and beautiful art can show us that.\" \n\nHe did notice the dining hall, giving a polite sound to the idea of communal meals. He did also give a more relieved nod as it was made clear he could eat in his own quarters if he desired. \"Most wonderful to hear. I should hate to put anyone to bother of dining with me whilst I have stained fingers from my diversions.\" Or, properly translated, he didn't look forward to being interrupted by mealtimes if he was in the midst of creating.\n||"
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Definitely a man who wanted to keep a modest image, that is if he weren't truly an honest man. Yogo Okita seemed to carry himself well and with grace, some of the others would appreciate his fine mannerisms. Maybe Kiyo would get along with him.. \n\n\"You're far too self-effacing Yogo-san, there is no such need to address me as Lord. Bayushi-san or Yuto-san will suffice. I'm sure no one will be bothered by your presence, to be before one with an observant eye as your own is a pleasure. You're able to see things in others they may not see within themselves..\" \n\nHe continued walking through the palace. Going down the corridors until reaching yet another room, sliding it open they'd see another spacious room. This was the dojo within the palace, on the wall were swords and other various weapons, along with bokken for sparring. \n\n\"Not sure if you fancy honing your combative skills but if you ever desire this is the Dojo. Things often get moved around in here, but you're able to find what you need in regards to training.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "He gave another languid nod at the permission to greet the Magistrate by family name. \"Bayushi-san is most kind. I shall strive to be observant in all things.\" \n\nOn introduction to the dojo, his expression did brighten, even behind the mask. \"Ah, yes, I do fancy passing a few blows from time to time. I rather prefer the brush, all things considered, but as I said my father was most attentive to my martial training.\"\n\nHe would give the dojo a polite bow, oddly enough. A custom from home, perhaps?"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"You'll find your skill with the brush may come in handy more than the finesse with a sword, though if you ever need a sparring partner to break a sweat with, I'll be more than happy.\" \n\nHe smiled watching the man bow to the dojo, Yuto would do the same so that there would be no awkwardness. Besides, one felt it to be appropriate and respectful, so why not? Afterward they'd survey the palace halls and corridors, giving the Yogo the entire layout of the castle. It could get confusing, but he stuck to the rooms that were relevant and might have suited his needs. That was until they finally landed in front of Okitas room, it wasn't far from his own and a few of the others. \n\n\"This here is your room! I made sure there was plenty of room for your artistic needs, mine is just a few doors down if you ever need anything from me.\" \n\nHe opened the door, showing the free space the Yogo would have. Allowing him to step into the room first as the Rokugo would follow in after. \n\n\"I hope it's big enough.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "Okita followed along, managing not to visibly blanch at the notion of sweating. He seemed unbothered by the size of the palace, and indeed actually appeared quite taken with the accomodations. \n\n\"Oh, it is magnificent, strike me blind if I tell a lie.\" He said, seeming to mean it seriously. His accent slipped a little on the phrase, as well. He'd pause and gather himself visibly, taking the sight of the room in. \n\n\"Far better than the humble place I began, Bayushi-san, to be sure. Mine, my sister's, and my parents' rooms of our... Estates would have fit in this room entirely.\" He might have been exaggerating for politeness sake, but it seemed his opinion was that he did find the room entirely pleasing and to his liking."
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yogo Okita was definitely a humble man, of course there was a lot of flattery being done for him. The room was big but it wasn't extravagant, he made it seem greater than it was. Chuckling to himself at the notion of striking him if he lied, maybe he would..\n\n\"I'm glad you like it, Yogo-san! You're allowed to decorate it however you wish, it is yours for as long as you reside here within the Palace. I hope to see some of your work soon!\" \n\nIt was rare to come across an artisan, Yuto before had never shown interest, but seeing as his work required him to rest his sword he found some intrigue to it. Maybe he'd learn from the man, although the Magistrate wouldn't push too far. \n\n\"Luckily for us the palace isn't too far from the scorpion gardens, I'm sure you'll find much inspiration for your work there! The terrain is serene with many people and animals, you may even see things you normally don't. I often visit myself to tend to the animals.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"Oh, there is no doubt I shall find something to inspire me quite soon. If I could draw upon the house servants to have my remaining belongings moved here, I will be most happy to settle on in.\" He would be setting down the large carrying satchel, a soft clatter of wood escaping from the bag.\n\n\"There is surely much to do and I shall be happy to do my part as best I am able. And I would certainly appreciate some leisure in the gardens.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"The servants will tend to your every need, within the Palace and of course the gardens. Issues with transferring belongings to your new quarters will be null.\" \n\nHe replied, they were almost done. Though he figured there were a few more things to address and ask the Yogo. Okita seemed to be enthusiastic on his stay in the city, though if he was new the Junshin was curious on why exactly the Yogo was assigned here. Perhaps a simple artisan could build trust with his favorable talents, it seemed reasonable. \n\n\"Do you have any plans to associate with the other gifted Artisans in the city? I'm certain you'll make many beloved acquaintances by opening your doors to the people here. That and there will be many intrigued by your talents hoping to learn, though I hope you won't be swarmed too much.\" \n\nHe chuckled. If this was all he might be ready to be on his way and leave the man to decorate his room. Settling in was an important thing, some preferred it be done alone. \n\n||"
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "\"Oh, of course, I would be delighted to meet other artisans. A swordsman won't be so good if he practices by himself, after all. Any artisan who can't acknowledge the same isn't worth the bu for their ink.\" \n\nIt didn't have the same ring as a phrase from the Scorpion lands. It sounded like it fit the slower cadances of the accent that kept slipping into random words he spoke.\n\n\"Perhaps once I'm established and have a bit of a reputation we could host a salon, get the lay of the artistic land here in the city. The moods of the artists can tell you a great deal about what a clan is feeling in general.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing his idea, the magistrate would have nodded in approval. It sounded to be a good gesture, nothing could go wrong at a simple gathering of artisans sharing their passion. Perhaps Yuto himself could learn something from it as well, though he didn't feel he held such an artistic passion. Certain talents were beyond what he could do. \n\n\"Sounds like a wonderful idea Yogo-san. I look forward to seeing your career here in the city progress. For now I'll leave you to your own, once again, Welcome to Ryoko-Owari-Toshi!\" \n\nHe said cheerfully once more as the Magistrate turned. Stepping outside of the room before giving a bow, showing his respect and welcoming the man to the city. Afterward he'd have shut the door, before going on his way. Maybe picking up an artistic talent would do the Rokugo some good? If so what would suit the man... Maybe he'd meet again for the painters salon to figure that out. \n\n||"
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"author": "hida",
"message": "*Somewhere South of Ryoko Owari Toshi...*\n\nIn the height of Summer, Amaterasu's gaze beat down on a pair of cloaked figures on horseback as they traveled the countryside beyond the plateau where Kyuden Bayushi sat. There was scarcely a breeze and the pair soon stopped by a shallow near the road to let their horses water. \n\n\n\"Oji-san, We can probably make it to Ryoko Owari before sundown if we press the horses a bit.\" The taller figure said, Pulling back his hood to show a luxurious mane of ebony silk. His face was fine and fair with sharp features and grey eyes. \n\n\"I've heard the city's workings have been tottering since the Imperials arrived. And a few other interesting things. I-\"\n\n\"Keep your Rumors to yourself, Junpei.\" A deep and sonorous voice softly chided as the second figured pulled his cloak back revealing an Older man, head full of greying hair and face well rugged and a scarred. He uncork His Bottle gourd and drank from it.\n\n\"We'll assess the situation in the city with our own eyes, and decide then how best to handle things. The last thing we need is any more embarrassments to the clan. We should arrive about an hour after nightfall. The roads should be fine that close to the city.\"\n\nThe younger man looked warily at his senior.\n\"If you insist. Come Kage.\" Junpei said pulling at the Horse's reins.\n\"Let's keep moving. This heat is wretched.\"\n\nThe older man scoffed as he re corked his bottle. The reasoning may be different but the young man was right. There's no time to waste.\n\n++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++\n\n*Ryoko Owari Toshi - Shosuro Palace*\n\n\n\"See there, Junpei I told you, Just barely after nightfall.\" The old man said as he dismounted and a stableman took the steed\n\n\"It's Ne- *YAAAAAAWN* Arly sunrise.\" The young man said, rubbing his eye childishly. \"We could've stopped at that lovely roadside inn.\"\n\n\"Absolutely not. A young noble shouldn't stay in such squalid accommodations \"\n\n\"And neither should you, Ambassador-Sama.\" A womans voice pierced the conversation. A short figure stood at the top of a small flight of stairs wearing a mask resembling a hawk and a daisho sat comforably tucked into an black an red patterned obi at her hip.\n\n\"The preparations are made already though we weren't expecting you until a few days from now. I'll Have a bath drawn for you and a meal arranged.\" She stated.\n\n\"Thank you Ashi-san. Also send word to have all Scorpion in the city meet here in the palace tomorrow night for a formal address. Make note of those who don't attend. \n\n\"Hai, Komori-sama.\" The woman said with a bow before heading back towards the palace.\n\n\"Let's get some rest Junpei, things will get very busy here soon.\" The Older man said, grinning under his red silk mask.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Word spread quickly through the Shosuro Palace of a sudden summoning to meet. The Magistrate was surprised and intrigued, not hearing of any new scorpion coming to the city, as he took it upon himself to greet them. Rokugo Yuto had been preparing himself for the occasion, as he adorned himself in traditional scorpion colors. \n\nWearing a black kimono and hakama, a blood red Haori draped over his garments. Tucking his personal Daisho into the dark obi, the Rokugo flicked his hair letting it fall and hang down on his clothing. He wrapped a silk red mask over the lower portion of his face, before putting on the more intimidating wooden mask. \n\nAn early arrival was made to the meeting as he came into the main hall, where he'd await the other attendees. Yuto expected to see new and familiar faces, having a few suspicions on the nature of this meeting. The scorpion's efforts in the city have been errant since the loss of their governor, with various movements in authority. Perhaps they'd be organizing their ranks once more, hopefully something stable this time. If it weren't that, then this meeting might have been some prank to waste time. Having taken a seat as he waited, he kept a stoic posture. \n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura smiled that morning, he awoke to Baka jumping on him and gently placed the cat off of him. He followed his usual, prayers to Bayushi, Jurojin, Sadahako, a morning bath, stretches, mixing his medicine with his morning tea. Today was an important day so he choose a simple crimson courtier robe, with a simple black scorpion tail on the back, last step to this ritual was fixing on his fox mask. \n\nThe courtier was not one to make entrances, he simply slid into the room like a shadow and took his place, giving Yuto a nod once he found a corner to stand and lurk.\n\n||"
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "Okita had been informed, through the thousand subtle ways a Palatine contingent had of informing its members, of the important event. Gracious, it would seem he was required to attend. \n\nHe would attire himself more formally than usual, he supposed. An almost noh-like mask that covered the top half of his head, with long, drooping lapine ears and the mein of a rabbit. A longer haori, tailored and refined to accentuate grace. Yukata rather than a warrior's kimono and haori. All genteel things, evoking a festival or ceremonial occassion. The colors in dark black, plum reds, and the like, the colors of the clan and his family but hardly standing out.\n\nHe would drift into place behind the others, a fan dangling in his fingers as he made his way to sit among the receiving delegation. He mimed a studious yawn, and made himself as comfortable as he could. \n\n||"
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"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The little killer was not going to stand about while she waited for their new overlord to grace them with his presence. She hated the idea of making small talk, especially with Yuto out there, so she found an alcove and settled down on a cushion. She was in Manami's finest, the effect rather that of a rose just atarting to bloom with a naked woman nestled at the center of the petals. The outfit was risqué, but surprisingly secure. She had her hair piled up and securely pinned so she could bow without anything slipping. \n\nThe book she was reading had been recommended to her by a Seppun librarian, a series of poems about the proper way to go about cutting people, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Already she was planning on how to write her own commentary on the subject. As always her wounded arm was drawn inside her outermost layer, the sleeve neatly rolled and pinned. \n\nShe wore no mask, as was her custom, but a scrap of silk was tucked into her obi. If this new ambassador made a very good first impression she would don the mask once more. Otherwise she would remain aloof. \n\nThe alcove had a screen partially drawn, but she was exposed enough that she could see any who arrived. Already there was a new face or two. The Yogo she had heard of but never met—she wanted to test him in the dojo. \n\nBeside her, concealed among the pile of cushions, Tori knelt in a full bow position, patiently awaiting her mistress's desires. \n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo was many things. Antisocial, athletic, obtuse, a real clean freak, and a few other things. None of those were the reason why she was here. She was diligent, and as such, could not miss a summons like this. Unfortunate, since she really had no desire to face any authority, but this was not up to her.\n\nShe assumed that she was meant to wear some of her more formal clothes having not really read the invitation, but this quality of paper implied quite a bit, and redressed herself quickly after completing her daily duties. It was a rather simple kimono, unpatterned as was her preference, but she would wear the color that struck her fancy today, which was burnt siena. Maskless as always, gloved as always, and scarfed as always, Kiyo certainly was dressed better than her usual outfit given the lack of ink stains on this kimono. At the very least, this outfit was either very new or never used.\n\nShe arrived and scanned the room, not difficult as she stood higher than most, and found a few familiar faces. She made a conscious effort to avoid them and any threat of conversation. She found a mostly empty sitting area and took a seat, awaiting the point here. She hoped this would be quick, so she could be elsewhere tonight.\n\n||"
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"author": "australianemperor",
"message": "Ukagahiko, wearing the old formal clothing he inherited from his great-grandfather from his paternal grandmother, the bright yellows and dark reds made to form a fiery peony and camellia Iro-montsuki pattern, the mons of both the Kitsu family and the Rokugo family on the back. Wearing the same old metal and wooden Tesso Somen mask gained from his gempukku, the patch work of wood and metal to try and fix the aging mask, the smell of old iron, rust and rotting wood permeates the middle aged man. \n\nLetting his natural Bronze-gold hair flow, his deep orange eyes piercing through the eyeholes of old mask. Looking around the hall, bringing in a large mail satchel he is using to hold many documents and his \"Pillowbook\", he locates a seat and patienty waits.\n\n||"
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"author": "hida",
"message": "\"Thank you all for coming.\" A deep voice echoed, announcing a man walking out into the Main hall where most of the Scorpion were gathered. In the light of the room, The man wore his greying hair down, sitting between his shoulder blades. A couple of locks rested in front of his deep red kimono with a red and black checker pattern along the edge. His measured steps rang out into the hall as he scanned the room to meet the eyes of all in attendance. \"I'm sure you all were busy with other matters so your attendance on such short notice is appreciated. Let us begin, shall we?\" He says, motioning to both his side as two more masked samurai come to his side to flank him. \n\n\"Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Shosuro Komori. I have been tasked by Bayushi Yojiro-sama to bring an order and dignity back to this place that has been sorely lacking as of late. My lieutenants, Bayushi Junpei-san and Soshi Ashi-san, will be relaying information to me and advising me on how to best achieve that. You may have seen Ashi-san around town this last week or so. She has been collecting whispers about town and getting a lay of the land. I would ask a volunteer for myself with such matters. I also wish to make my presence known to the other ambassadors and have them recognize there is new leadership amongst us.\" \n\n\"That being said, I wish to tell you plainly-\" He began as he reached to remove the mask showing the entirety of his scarred visage for those in attendance to see. \"While I'm... *Ambassador*, we will work tirelessly to bring the Clan back to its proper place here. We have taken back our city time and again, and this time will be no different.\"\n\nKomori took a moment to reaffix his mask before continuing. \"I'll be asking all of you to report to me over the next month to discuss your role in attaining our ultimate goal here. Are there any questions?\"\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "As the scorpions introduced themselves, the Magistrate remained silent. Paying attention as Shosuro Komori spoke, as the man suspected he'd be the new Ambassador. While he had many expectations to live up to, if their lord Bayushi Yojiro appointed him, Yuto had no choice but to follow. Eyeing Junpei and Ashi beneath his mask, the new Ambassadors advisors had their tasks acquiring information. Perhaps they knew of his past efforts within the palace.. \n\n\"While acquiring Ryoko Owari Toshi under our clan's governance is the ultimate goal, I take it you've observed the recent standing of the clans residing within the city. Have you already begun formulating a plan, Ambassador-sama?\"\n\nYuto simply asked the obvious question, he wanted them to report to him and determine their future roles. One could only assume the man had a vision. \n\n\"I've some opportunities to report if you haven't already been given the information. While our position and face in the city has dwindled, endeavors with the Phoenix and Lion have shown positive results we can pursue. Since you've been assigned as our Lord, it's only right you seize control due to having the proper authority.\" \n\nHe spoke in a meek tone as always, speaking a little louder for those in the room to hear. Hoping his openness would allow for others with anything to share to do so. \n\n||"
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"author": "zerredeseattle",
"message": "Hiromi would have shown right on time, but as always she tried to make herself unnoticed. She had information to share in regard of the future of the clan, but surely the less person aware of those kind of dealing, the better. She might have already done a mistake by speaking so openly about it before. \n\nDue to the nature of the reception she would have traded her travel cloth for a pretty elegant kimono, typical of those used by Shugenja. Her mask was don, and she just listened with utmost attention the word of Komori. She wouldn't speak out loud either when he ask about question, she had some but regarding her situation and the crowd, maybe it wasn't the best moment and place to ask them."
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"author": "australianemperor",
"message": "Ukagahiko stands slowly, walking slowly towards the Ambassador he bows. As he begins to speak \" Greetings Ambassador Shosuro, I am Bayushi no Rokugo Ukagahiko, I wish to inform you that I have a trade deal being planned with the Crab clan, I have the document planned to be given to them prepared, if you are wanting to look at the pre-edited version. However I daresay the document will change during the negotiations.\"\n\nLooking through his satchel bag he pulls a contact from it. \"I have also included some lines for the sake of diplomacy for them to reduce the price of their obligations, however they are only if the Crab clan accepts them as otherwise the discounts will not apply. If you or anyone wish to add anything to the contract I am willing to speak with them. But so far all that is on the contract seems reasonable to me\"\n||\n||"
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "The Yogo in the rabbit mask declined to comment for the moment. Several people seemed to be talking at once, and sharing various ideas and notions. What had a newly arrived painter to contribute to such discussions?\n\nInstead, Okita focused on listening to the others as they shared plans, questions, and ideas. In particular he focused on this Bayushi Junpei person.\n\nThe ambassador had mentioned the role that Soshi Ashi would be playing, but had declined to specify what place Junpei had in things. What might this person be up to?\n\nUnconsciously he began to compose the scene in his head. Move the magistrate a little to the left, put Junpei further back in the scene, perhaps in some ambiguous shadows... The painting was coming together in his head already. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura continued to stand and watch silently, any words he'd say to Shosuro-sama, he'd wait for the report. Instead he focused on those in attendence, Yuto-san is the first to speak it seems, not too surprising, a brow raised under his mask at the revelation of another Rokugo, his head cocked at the mention of a trade deal with the Crab... Prehaps he should approuch and offer aid if needed. For now he simply took out his fan and lighting fanned himself, watching the new act of the play set itself, anticipating his coming role."
},
{
"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo looked over her new leader. She'd certainly served worse, and at the very least this one actually seemed to have some discipline. It seemed the Shosuro had appointed someone good. It was hard to do worse though. The predecessor was a man of schemes, most hairbrained, and none well though due to his impulsiveness. It's men like Orochi ruling that made Kiyo a slight unbeliever in the system. A system she would one day rule in. Any system that she would by her birthright be a leader in had to be terrible, anyway.\n\nKiyo would speak up, seemingly unusual given her personal preferences, but she were a tool of the Scorpion here first and herself second. She would address the new ambassador with her questions directly. \"While I have few doubts that this... *Situation*... Of imperial governance will be nothing more than a temporary situation, and even less doubts that within 5 years this city be back in rightful hands, what would be some good initial steps to take?\""
},
{
"author": "hida",
"message": "As several scorpion began to ask their questions, Komori's smile showed plainly on his face even though his mask hid his lips. This is exactly what he was looking for during this introduction. Those who wished for clarity, a purity of purpose. A Goal can unify the fracture that has formed here in the city and he would need some to help resolve this and this step towards that goal will be the first of many.\n\nKomori turned to the large Bayushi first. \" Of course, Bayushi-san. We will be working to ensure we are seen as the clan best suited to retake ownership of the city. Details won't be discussed at the moment but during your meetings since most of you will be working on different tasks and should those tasks intersect, Be sure not to overreach. We all have jobs to do and it will do us no good to interfere in our separate affairs. Understand?\" He nodded to the man before moving to the smaller Bayushi and accepting the Document. He glanced it over and handed it to Ashi.\n\n\"We will revise this in 1 week I need to do some research before we submit anything formal to the Crab However if you wish to discuss the deal in generalities that should suffice. \" Ashi said, Matter-of-factly before retuning the document to the Ukagahiko.\n\nKomori nodded before move to answer the Tall priestess. \"As a priestess, it will serve well to perform your duties and keep spiritual disturbances to a minimum. As a whole, we should work to build up trust and goodwill within the city again. That will mean finding common ground with the samurai of this city as they seem to have low expectations and esteem for Us, more so than usual. We must work diligently to reestablish that trust. It is our most valued currency.\"\n\nIf none others have questions, You may leave at your leisure. Messages will be sent soon for you summons back here. Fortunes' Grace.\n||"
},
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"author": "allegory",
"message": "At the mention of building trust, Okita would raise a languid hand. He'd wait patiently for the noble lord's attention, and then speak in his soft voice.\n\n\"On the matter of trust, the first step toward such is a chance to talk where nothing of importance matters. Spending time together in amiable inconsequentiality, as it were.\"\n\nHe'd shift his attention and look toward some of the decorations about the room. \"To which end, might I propose an artistic salon or showing? Gather up some ikebana, painted works, lovely crafts, and invite our esteemed colleagues from other clans to look on what we have to offer, and perhaps even take with them what pieces catch their eyes, purely in the spirit of goodwill and generosity freely offered? Nothing so crass as charity, gifts, or bribes, but rather a desire to share beauty and fellowship with our dear, beloved fellow samurai?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "As the man spoke Yuto simply sat still and listened. Unwavering in his stoicism as the Ambassador answered his question by not answering his question. All the clans' significant agents were here, now was the perfect time to discuss matters. Though it seemed this meeting was solely to introduce himself, and softly scold the Rokugo. Keeping things in confidence was fine, rather than contest the decision he'd simply remain silent. Nodding. Soon he'd simply fade into the background as the others would speak, producing their own ideas and questions. \n\nKiyos question essentially received the same treatment as his own, he wondered if Okitas offer would face the same. It was clear Shosuro Komori had just arrived after receiving his position, needing time to decipher the state of the city and formulate a plan. \n\nWhen they were all dismissed, the Rokugo was the first to stand up. Looking to the new ambassador. \n\n\"After you settle in Ambassador-sama, I'll bring my report of the meeting we conducted with the Phoenix. Their ambassador Shiba Iemon-sama wishes for a follow up, I'll do my part in ensuring it's without stress you two convene. — If that is all Ambassador-sama, congratulations on your position, and welcome to the city.\"\n\nAfter he bowed once more, being the first to depart the room. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "hida",
"message": "\"I see no harm in it.\" Komori said to the young courtier, rubbing his chin under his mask. \"Perhaps it may interest other clans to also take part in. In the spirit of sociability, as it were. I'll leave it to your capable hands to coordinate such a gathering. Junpei will also be available if you require assistance.\" \n\n*Investigation 3*:|| The young man stiffened at the mention of his name.||\n\n\"Of course, Shosuro-sama. I am sure to help in any efforts you need, Yogo-san.\" Junpei said, a pleasant smile searing through his half-mask.\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura raised a brow under his mask as he watched the scene played out, but kept his smile. He had nothing to add to this act and he'll speak to the ambassador when his time comes. The couriter simply faded to the background, when he leaves it will be as it was when he entered, silent and of little consequence."
},
{
"author": "allegory",
"message": "The Yogo would bow forward from his seat, knuckles to the floor, posture still indifferently languid. \"Shosuro-sama is too kind. I shall be delighted to have Bayushi-san'sguidance in this matter.\"\n\nFrom there he would rise. \"With your gracious permission, we shall depart to order our plans. I shall with all diligence establish a plan my lord may review when he summons me to our meeting.\"\n\nAnd indeed, with another deep and studiously correct bow, the Yogo would depart for his quarters, apparently of the opinion Junpei could follow immediately, or find his own way there if he had other business in the meantime.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo did not hesitate to leave once they were dismissed, she had done her due diligence by showing up and if there was no further need, she was more than happy to reclaim the rest of this time as her own. So that's what she did. It was hard to miss the priestess stand and leave, not only were she quite tall but she also was a bit broad, and this room was a bit crowded. She was happy to be free of it. That said what would she do now? While she would like to stimulate her mind by visiting the archives, her gut had a different plan.\n\nFood it was, then."
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Kaori had remained silent throughout the discussion. While she had risen and come to the group, she remained wairy. Like a beast of the forest who has avoided the hunter's arrows thus far yet still circles, she was intent on her goals but wary and mistrustful of any new leadership. She watched the new ambassador intently, studying his hands and the way he moved and balanced. The lieutenants were also worthy of close examination. What sorts of people would the ambassador choose to surround himself with? \n\nShe needed to meet with the ambassador, but later, in a more intimate and less formal setting. Perhaps over tea somewhere. \n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Once the food was handed out, Tomura and Kotori returned to the Shosuro Palace. Their was an audit afterwards of course, Tomura made sure everything was kept accounted for and that it was noted the ratio of the Hinin taking, women, men, children. \n\nOnce everything was said and done, he took out a vintage of Sake he had been saving and, after sitting down, poured some for Kotori and then himself. Lifting the cup, he offered toast.\n\n\"Let all Good deeds remain unpunished.\" He chuckled, removing the lower portion of his mask and taking a shot"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori let out a sigh, letting her posture relax into one more comfortable. She was glad that she and Tomura were spending more time together—it was even beginning to feel like they were friends, and she liked that. \n\nTaking the small cup, she smiled at him and joined him in the toast. \"Hear, hear, Bayushi-san. I hope we shall be able to enact many more in the future.\" She, too, drank from her cup, but she did not down it all in one go. She was still a proper lady, after all.\n\n\"And may silly guards learn to chew their food.\" She poured another cupful for Tomura, taking a quick look around for Baka. Wherever its master was, Baka was sure to follow, and she'd grown fond of the little cat.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a smile at the pour, giving her a polite nod before merely sipping this time. He finally seemed to unwind, his posture becoming less rigid and controled and just... Letting go in a sense. Sure enough, Baka peeked out of some hiding place, looking towards them and making his way to Tomura, nuzzling his leg a bit before going to do the same to Kotori.\n\n\"It's pathetic really, must *Everything* We do in their small little minds be part of some grand conspiracy.\" He chuckled, \"But you handled it well, I saw you wrapping that guard around your finger, very smart play, I don't know what use he would be in the future, but I hook is a hook I suppose.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "With a smile, Kotori reached down and gave Baka a little scratch under the chin. The feeling of soft fur beneath her fingers so soothing, comforting. \n\n\"I would have been more surprised if they had not viewed us with such open suspicion.\" She sipped at her sake again, letting out a relaxed breath, tension draining away. \n\n\"As to that guard, it is not necessarily for future use. But a show is a show all the same; it was important that we control the damage, whether real or not. Not only did that guardsman see my deep, genuine concern for his well-being, but all his fellows did as well. And so did all of the hinin. Had anything escalated further, I am fairly certain the guard would have intervened on our behalf, at least long enough for us to have made our escape.\"\n\n\"Scorpion do not always sting. Some may be quite docile and easily handled, so long as they are not threatened.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He chuckled at the Scorpion 'docile' but it was true, they don't always sting.\n\n\"Sometimes I feel like it's too easy,\" He smirked, taking another sip, \"The part that is, the scary villain keeping the Clans disunited, it's a good role, one I enjoy... But it can be isolating at times.\" He looked down to the Sake. \"I'm just as loyal to Hantei as a Crane or Lion... Prehaps even more so, for I know my place, a tool for the greater glory of the Empire, but if I must be distrusted to work, then so be it.\" He sipped again the looked to her.\n\n\"What about you, do you find it... Hard sometimes?\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Isolating is an apt word for it.\" She nodded in agreement, using her free hand to dangle a tassel hanging from her obi in front of Baka in offer to play. \n\n\"And yes, I do find it hard. Being constantly met with suspicion would wear on anyone, I think. Nor do I think saying as much is questioning one's place or duty. Just as bushi must grow weary after training and accumulate bruises and cuts, so must we. The difference is that our injuries are all unseen, invisible. Our wounds become cicatrices upon our hearts until scar tissue is all that's left.\" She gave him a smile that was not quite sad so much as it was tired. \n\n\"I don't think it is a selfish thing to mourn that loss, even if it is in service to the empire.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Baka meowed in delight at the tassle, trying to hop up and swat at it, such fun prey!\n\n\"Indeed,\" He smiled, taking another ship of his Sake, \"On the one hand, their is something... Satisfying abour turing expectations against them, to keep them constantly guessing... But then their are times when, just by vitrue of wearing a mask, you find yourself the lonliest person in the room.\" He gave a small sigh at that.\n\n\"But, no matter what, I'm proud to have born a son of Bayushi.\" He smiled, \"It's not for the faint of heart, and although our bodies are weak, our hearts are strong and our minds stronger, wouldn't you agree.\" He looked at her, his eyes gleaming from the slits of his mask\n||"
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori giggled, bouncing the tassel about and delighting in watching Baka swat at it. Cats were such marvelous little creatures.\n\n\"I try to remind myself that our masks are a test, of sorts. If one cannot see past it, how worthy of my loyalty can they be?\" She looked up at him, still smiling. \"Not to confuse beneficial acquaintances with actual friends, of course. They may be synonymous, but certainly not always.\"\n\nShe sipped her sake again, finishing her first cup. \"I, too, am a proud child of Bayushi. What strength our bodies may lack we more than make up for with our resolve.\"\n\n\"To being able to swim, despite the best efforts of others.\" She held her cup out for a refill, smiling back at him. She liked that Tomura seemed to be growing more comfortable around her, more relaxed. Some day, she might even see his entire face. \n\n||"
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I like to think I count... One or two Samurai in this city as friends,\" He admitted, \"Three maybe, as I would like to think of us as friends.\" He chuckled lounging back a bit.\n\n\"But at the end of the day, the game we play is political and everyone not us is a potential rival, it's something to keep in mind, for all we know our friends could become threats to the scorpion.\"\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I like to think that as well.\" She grinned and went back to waving the tassel at the little cat, making quiet little 'nyan' and 'mew' noises at it.\n\n\"Your words are true, and I shall remember them. But on happier notes, have you seen any plays recently? Come across any interesting books?\" She'd never get to know him better if she did not gain a better understanding of his interests, after all. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He sipped his Sake again, emptying it again as he thought on that.\n\n\"I saw a play a few weeks ago... It didn't end like I hoped it would,\" He muttered, pouring himself more.\n\n\"As for book, I read this delicious story about a Lion lord whose son, who you follow from childhood as the story progresses, becomes colder, callous, and more odd as he grows, eventually becoming a detached killer, turns out, his wife was decided by an oni that took her husband's form years ago, it was a delightful ending.\" He chuckled \n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"It must not have been a very good play, then.\" Of course, *She* Had no way of knowing what had transpired at the play. \n\nBut if had ended in a way that had been unexpected and so displeased a Scorpion—paragons and patrons of the arts that they are—it must have been a poor showing, indeed.\n\nKotori listened to the description of the book, nodding along and making appropriately surprised faces. She preferred pillow books, tales of romance and poetry. \"An oni? How frightening! To think that an oni could remain undetected for so long... It chills my blood. Next time you go to the booksellers, I would like to accompany you.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"It was a decent production, but the desired effect on the audience didn't take.\" He said simply, but then he smiled as he saw her reaction the tale, yes, shock value!\n\n\"I think what Tainted Seed more accurately shows, is the horror of how, no matter what a man looks like, inside can be a soul just as depraved as an Oni... Although personally, their are tales that display the malevolance in men that don't even require a supernatural elemant or Taint,\" He said this topics in private with ease, after all, she was a friend. He went up and to a small cubbard, they where drinking in his room at the moment, and took out some books, \"Thise collection I've been building since before I was sent to the manipulator school,\" He came back with a pile of books.\n\n*Midnight Meat Carvan, Jigoku Bound Heart, Kwaidan, Yotsuya Kaidan, Books of Blood, Desire's Price, Wailing, Girl in the Well, Honor's Price* Such names where among those in this strange collections.\n\n\"I also have some woodcuts and paintings,\" He was grinning now that his mask was off, the Sake helping his own masks slip\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori finished odd her second cup of sake while Tomura retrieved his books. When he brought them back over, she picked them up carefully one at a time, reading the titles.\n\n\"Bayushi-san, you have quite the variety of interests.\" She even blushed at a few of the titles, wondering if they were *That* Kind of book. But when she came to Kwaidan, she paused. Fingertips glided over the cover carefully, remembering how she'd read a copy of this book several times every summer when she was alone, giving herself a right silly scare. It had been a lonely time, and her books and music had been among the only things she'd had for companionship. So even though thus book had terrified her, it held an odd place in her heart.\n\n\"May I borrow this one? It has always been a favorite of mine.\"\n\n\"You are correct though... Men can be just as vicious as any oni or spirit. By extension, that makes them far more dangerous and frightening both.\"\n\n\"Do I dare ask about the woodcuts?\" She teased him, just a little, flipping through the book *Desire's Price* Absently. Okay, so she *May* Have been trying to discern if it was horror or erotica.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura's grin only widened as she reacted not with repulsion, fear, judgmental looks, but genuine interest.\n\n\"Of course,\" He beamed, \"I find it to be a more trivial one, but a classic none the less, I must admit I have a particular fondness of the *Jigoku Bound Heart*, of course, *Midnight Meat Caravan* Also provides a disturbing allegory for what sacrifices are made to upheld tradition.\" He went on a slight tangent, energetically going over the books, as Kotori would find, while some of them are simply horror, many are... A disturbing blend of horror *And* Erotica...\n\n\"The woodcuts!\" He rushed to another corner, digging through things, as if to kept them hidden, then coming back, several woodcuts... Of the same variatyr, some horror, some erotic in nature, and some a blend of the two. \"I know to many it would seem... Unnerving, but the blend of fear and delight... Is intoxicating!\" Is seems, for the moment, besides the physical, he is no longer wearing a mask\n||"
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I think perhaps I may scare too easily for some of your other titles.\" She laughed as she stacked the books neatly, leaving *Kwaidan* Off to the side. Even if she wasn't necessarily interested in the books, she was interested in making Tomura feel at ease in her presence. It was too rare a thing to find those to whom one could show their true face.\n\n\"Oh... Oh my.\" Kotori flushed scarlet as he brought out the woodcuts. \n\nShe'd seen terrible images in woodcuts before, but those had been of a more historical nature, depicting famous executions or battles. And she'd seen erotic prints before too. One misguided young noble had been so foolish as to send her a collection of *Shunga* Prints. What she had never seen before, however, had been a combination of the two. \n\n\"You certainly were not exaggerating when you say you pursue your passions, Bayushi-san.\" She looked up at him curiously. \"What about the combination of those emotions thrills you so?\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura simply looked them over, gliding his hand over one peice as if to feel the image.\n\n\"Well... It's like,\" He paused, as if to think on the question, \"Well, think of it, both are rather the strongest emotions that guide us, we leave things behind for a fear of being forgotten, love for a fear of being along, fear is one of the motivators of life, desire as well, we desire companionship, we desire for acceptance, even something as trivial as a warm hand to hold...\" He went back to one of his books, flipping through the pages.\n\n\"The two of them, combined, it could only serve to heighten both, and almost taboo flavor... It's a window into the human mind almost, that feral animal brain that only can call itself civilized thanks to the Order brought by the Kami.\"\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "While he spoke, she refilled both their cups again. She had the feeling she would need a bit more liquid courage if they were to continue the baring of souls. \n\n\"That's true.\" Kotori nodded as spoke of fear and desire. She had her share of experience with both of those emotions, even if many times they went completely unfulfilled, for better or worse.\n\n\"What things are *You* Afraid of?\" She cocked her head to one side. \"And none of these 'failing to do my duty' or 'disappointng my lord' answers.\" She waved a finger at him in playful reprimand; the sake was clearly affecting her, too.\n\n\"Considering we spend so much time in shadows, I wonder how many of our kinsmen fear the dark.\" She mused even as she pulled *Kwaidan* Into her lap and began flipping through it, pausing here and there and different illustrations. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He sipped the drink, already getting a bit tipsy all things considered...\n\n\"What am I afraid of...\" He repeated, giving a few chuckles at the duty and honor responces, \"I would have to say... To live a boring and mediocre life... To not sample everything the world has to give me... And to die alone I suppose.\" He shrugged, \"So... Just living a life unfulfilled I suppose,\" He moved over and leaned over her shoulder, looking at the illustrations.\n\n\"This one is a rare edition, the illustrations where barely able to make it past censures, this is a rare copy with the ones that where deemed too graphic, spent a pretty penny.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"And here I am afraid of snakes.\" She giggled. \"Of course, I want a fulfilled life as well, but that is such an abstract concept, you know? Something like snakes or spiders or storms are more tangible.\" \n\nShe arranged the book so he could better see it as he leaned over her shoulder. The body heat and proximity was nice. She wondered absently if this was what it might be like to have a family, to be comfortable being close to another person.\n\n\"It is a beautiful book. Very high quality.\" She ran her fingers over the fine paper, admiring the dark, even ink of both text and illustrations. \"A fortuitous find indeed.\" She flipped one page, landing on the famous image of the *Gashadokuro*. \n\n\"Have you ever wondered how much of these drawings were created from something the artist actually saw, or just what they have heard or imagined? Maybe the Crab could retain their senses after seeing something so horrible, but could the average human?\" She mused absently, an alcohol induced flush settled high in her cheeks. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"You'd be amazed what you will find shuffled away in the back of a bookshop.\" He mused, most of his collection was found after an hour of digging through places most would over look\n\n\"Hmmm... I think the artist based it more in the nightmares of his own mind... Perhaps translating some pain of fear that was within his own heart?\" He didn't really think on it that much, but now she got him thinking and it intrigued him\n\n\"It's why I enjoy the woodcuts... Someone, from their own mind, had to imagine such an image... What kind of mind is that?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"What kind of mind, indeed. Perhaps not the kind I would wish to encounter on a moonless night. After all, it is not the darkness itself which is frightening, but that which it may conceal.\" She laughed a bit, turning another few pages. This time she stopped on the *Yuki-onna*.\n\n\"I think, should I ever be cursed to become a yokai, I would like to be a snow woman.\" She gestured at the image of the beautiful woman blowing a freezing wind at an unworthy samurai. \"She can wield such power without the necessity of causing fright. And I have read that freezing is a calm death, like going to sleep. That sounds a far better end to me than having one's entrails ripped out or blood wrung from them, no?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He nodded along, smiling a bit at thr Yuki-onna\n\n\"There is something... Romantic about it, no pain, no torture, she doesn't eat you, just a beautiful woman letting you sleep... Peace, and she's not a blood thirsty beast, the woodcutter broke his promise after all.\" He mused\n\n\"I would suppose... If I had to be cursed to be a Yokai... Maybe some dark form of Kitsune... That way I can still use of my wit, even if it means manipulating and destruction, still, could be entertaining.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I could see that.\" She grinned and turned to him, cupping her hands slightly and placing them near the top of his head. \"Fox ears would suit you well, as would a tail, I'm sure. Unless you already have one you're hiding.\" Playfully she leaned to the side, as though to look behind him.\n\n\"We should make this a more frequent occurrence, Bayushi-san. The sharing of sake and books and ideas.\" She hiccuped as she sat back—an almost cute sound, thankfully—and she immediately covered her mouth with her sleeve. Still, she giggled. \"A thousand apologies.\"\n\nYes, the sake had definitely taken effect.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura blinked slightly at the sudden closeness, sure he was hovering above her shoulder but this wasn't exactly registering yet he just wanted to see the book.\n\n\"I'm sorry, all nine of my tails are hiding, it takes a cunning mind to see them.\" He chuckled then leaned back and fell on he floor. His back laying down and eyes staring at the ceiling.\n\n\"I would like that, we're the faces of the scorpion and we should work hand in hand... Metaphorical,\" He looked at her with the hiccup.\n\n\"Please, think nothing of it, this is the palace, your home as well as mine, hiccup to your content.\"\n||"
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"All nine? I hope to see them someday. I am sure they are soft.\" She giggled again, imagining Tomura with fluffy tails and pointed ears; it was an amusing thought. What color would they be? Black? The typical orange-red? Mm, with Tomura, black. The darker tone would suit him. \n\n\"I think we work well together, Bayushi-san.\" She leaned on one hand, not joining him on the floor, but twisting her body to look up at the ceiling. \n\n\"And home or not, I'm still a lady and should comport myself as one.\" She managed to say this with admirable gravitas and poise.\n\nAnd then she hiccuped again. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Riiiight, a lady who-\" He hiccuped himself, and with his already drunk state, his mask fell a bit, now hanging off his face to expose his upper face a bit.\n\nA hint of slightly unkept black hair, small bangs reaching to his eyes, smooth skin, almost... Pretty in a way.\n\n\"Huh... They are infectious it seems...\" He blinks, \"But yes, we a clan that thrives in court... I'd dare say we're the important pieces in this shogi set... That was a horrible metaphor...\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"What is so terrible about it? At least shogi pieces are distinctive, unlike go stones.\" She glanced down at him, admiring his face. He really was pretty. While she couldn't see his entire face, it was not unlikely that the two of them could not have actually passed as cousins. \n\n\"And yes, they are contagent. Contingent. Contagious.\" It took her a moment to find the correct word, which caused yet another bout of laughter. \"I think, Bayushi-san, we should get some snacks to soak up this sake, else we both regret it come morning.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Perhaps... But it sounds so... Basic,\" He made a small sigh of disappointment,\"Important... Important...\" Did he always overthink words like this, \"Important... Bah, it's the Sake, yes, I do think we should get some snacks, I don't need a hangover tomorrow.\" He lifted himself and the mask fully fell off, without the mask to keep them in check, it seemed the bangs fell to slightly cover the top of the eyes, his hair, which usually could be seen to fall on the back of his neck, was otherwise long around the front and sides, unkempt, almost like bedhead. Smooth, clean shaven, and young, a courtier of twenty one who could be described and pretty and delicate, if anything he also had some features of the Doji along with Bayushi, to those who eye such things.\n\n\"Oh... Fuck.\" He muttered... Did... He he just curse, \"Of course the damn thing,\" He looked down and picked up his mask, looking at it... Then registered he was unmask. \"Kami Damn it!\" He exclaimed, \"I apologize... Don't tell anyone, please!\" \n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Taking care of ourselves is important. Especially for us, as we're both not the paradigms of health as it is.\" She did not bother correcting herself; who knows if she even realized the error.\n\nBut when Tomura's mask fell off she was stunned. He wasn't just pretty, he was *Beautiful.* Were he an actor, he easily could play the onnagata in any kabuki production. \n\nBut then he seemed to almost go into a panic, using words Kotori had generally only heard shared among bushi during moments of bravado or moments of drunken, bawdy reverie.\n\n\"Bayushi-san, for what do you apologize?\" She got to her feet and approached him, and lightly placed a hand on his which held his mask. Yes, she was violating proper decorum by touching him, but it pained her her to see him so suddenly upset.\n\n\"Shall I help you fasten it back in place?\" Her voice was soft, as gentle as her touch. \"I do not mind.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"My mask,\" He muttered, \"I apologize for my nakedness,\" He chuckled, but pushed the mask away, \"It's fine... Your the first person in this city to see my face.\" He admittedly like an interesting tidbit, then looked at the hand, \"Think nothing of it... Sake, good company, let's say Geisha house rules, what happens in here, never happened, so think nothing of it.\" He smiled, which now with the bear face, his eyes just seemed to add to the easygoing nature of it.\n\n\"And if I can't be me with my dear cousin, well, how can a Scorpion survive if he can't rely on his clan?\" He went to another cup of Sake, taking an easier sip... Then looked to her, \"Well, I showed you mine.\" He smirked, looking to her own mask\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Bayushi-san, absolutely nothing happened here tonight save that we enjoyed some sake. And perhaps shall also enjoy some snacks.\" Kotori smiled reassuringly at Tomura, giving his hand a little pat before releasing it. \n\n\"I'm afraid my reveal won't be quite as impressive.\" She laughed softly, reaching up and removing her mask. Without it, she looked younger and, even with the sultry makeup, she looked somehow innocent. The cosmetics she wore certainly enhanced her already stunning looks, but it was likely she was just as beautiful without—perhaps even more so. She stared up at him calmly, evenly. Yes, with their pretty, delicate looks and fair complexion, they could pass as family. \n\n\"Now, as I don't know my way to the kitchen or store rooms, will you show me, or should we summon a maid?\" She grinned playfully. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"If we are to head into the kitchen,\" He picked his mask up, fixing it again to his face. \"I'll fetch some food, somehow watching people take and eat food did nothing to alleviate my hunger, how strange.\" He stood up and gave her a bow \n\n\"Please, care for Baka while I'm gone, when I leave him alone I'm fearful of what havoc he could do, for all I know he plans my death... Or even the destruction of the empire.\" He said almost comically solemn before heading out\n\nBaka for his part simply looked at Kotori as if to say 'feed me'\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"You must take better care of yourself, Bayushi-san. That includes eating at proper times.\" She frowned at him, almost more of a pout. If his health really was as fragile as her own, he was imperiling himself by abstaining from food. \"I will watch him, do not worry.\"\n\nKotori smiled at Tomura and settled herself down comfortably, once again dangling the tassel in front of the little cat. \"He will be back soon, and maybe he'll bring you a treat.\" Then, she had a better idea. She pulled her handkerchief from her kimono and draped it over her hand, making skittering motions across the floor in the attempt to engage Baka. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "The cat's eyes widened as it fell on the floor, chasing the strange thing around, was it food, prey... Why it no catch, need to try harder. The kitten was delighted by the chase, but confused why he couldn't seem to catch it.\n\nIt wasn't long until Tomura arrived, and with Mochi! Settling down next to Kotori, he again took his mask off and, after taking some, bite into it, giving a satisfied hum as he did so.\n\n\"Ugh, that just hits the spot,\" He sighed, taking another one, \"Who knew charity of all things can drain a person so?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She giggled happily as she played with the kitten, watching it bound about the floor and pounce on her hand. She would pause frequently to pet Baka, smiling. At one point, she picked the little feline up and placed it upon her lap, wanting to feel the cuddly warmth, if only for a moment or two.\n\nWhen Tomura returned at removed his mask, she grinned, especially when he let out that hum of pleasure. She plucked up one of the squishy treats and took a bite, making a similar noise that bordered on lewd. \n\n\"Mm, these are so good. We'll have to get these again, next time we do this.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He nodded along, too wrapped up in eating a bit at first... Then the sound came that bordered on lewd, then he shivered.\n\n\"See, pleasure of all kinds before we die, let the Bushi taste the battlefield and be sung of, this, this is our reward.\" He laughed, \"And now, my evening has been made, that... That was music.\" He smirked, playfully cocking his head. \"Sake night... I think it's the start of a wonderful tradition, we should think of ways to... Make each one better then the last.\" If that was a flirt he was not admitting it.\n\nBaka, for his part, swiped a bit at Tomura's mask as it lay on the floor, so used to it resting on his master's face\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"You want music? I can go get my lute.\" Kotori either did not hear Tomura correctly, or misinterpreted what he said if the innocent smile on her face was anything by which to judge.\n\n\"We *Should* Make this a regular tradition.\" She agreed before taking another bite of her mochi, holding it between both her hands like a cute, small animal. \n\n\"What do you think we should do next time, Bayushi-san?\" This innuendo seemed just as her beyond as the first. \n\n\"Oh, I know! Next time we can play a game!\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura just laughed at the lute comment, but proceed to pick up Baka and nuzzle him a bit, just enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the evening.\n\n\"Courtier sake night, where we can bitch, moan, complain, and just shit talk all the stupid Bushi and the other Clan's courtiers!\" Ladies and Gentlemen, Tomura's filter has left the building, \"I mean, you can wield a sword around, big whoop, if being a fighter is all it took to be powerful, Akodo would have been emperor... And the Empire would not have lasted five years.\" He nodded, taking another sip of his drink.\n\n\"Give my a rumor mill over a sword anyday, it takes *Skill* To use nothing but information and words... But a game,\" He paused, considering, \"Anything in mind?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Bayushi-san!\" Kotori sounded absolutely *Scandalized* At his crass language before devolving into a fit of giggles. \"You are swearing like one of the fishermen at the wharves!\"\n\n\"I think those that wield a blade or bow are deserving of respect. Without them, those like you and I would be easy targets. They are the pincers, we the stinger.\" She crooked a finger and made a striking gesture. \n\n\"Though I still think my particular form of venom is harmless.\" This time, she spoke with no self-derision, merely poking fun at herself. \"Unless lulling one into a state of relaxation is a form of poison of which I am unaware.\"\n\nShe nommed one the rest of her mochi, pink tongue darting out to lick her fingertips. It wasn't proper manners, but they were drunk, Tomura was swearing, and the mochi had been very tasty. She considered the question seriously, looking upward and pressing her finger against her chin in thought.\n\n\"I am proficient at go and shogi and konpira fune fune, though my experience with the last one is more limited.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"So?\" He asked with a shrug, \"If I have to be polite to people all day, take shit, nod along, and pretend to give a fuck about them, then damn it woman, I'm going to fucking be free in the comfort of my own quarters, within these small walls, I am the Daimyo,\" He lifted up Baka as if to imitate a scene from a certain movie, \"And I have the blessing of Baka-sama!\" He said triumphantly... Then flomped back down.\n\n\"Shogi sounds nice... And yes, lulling to relaxation can be a poison, a false sense of security is something that, when set, can make one ignore the knife already in there back.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Tomura was almost *Silly* When he was in his cups. Kotori had barely stopped giggling at his antics and foul mouth; she felt like a child breaking the rules away from the watchful eyes of adults. When he lifted Baka, she bowed low, touching fingertips to the floor.\n\n\"Baka-sama is a mighty Fortune, indeed.\" \n\n\"And shogi it shall be, then. I'll have to brush up on it.\" \n\nWhen Tomura flopped down, she looked around the room until she found a small cushion, nudging the side of his head with the pillow teasingly. \"Come, lift your head.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a deep sigh and lifted his head, looking up and her.\n\n\"Baka, Fortune of Unending Cuteness, be warned, I hear charming women often find him to be too adorable, it is a terrible and awe inspiring power.\" He pushed himself back up fully. \"So, speaking of charming women, I'm sure in the time you've stayed with us, surely you've had to have *Some* Attention one way or another.\" He cocked his head and smiled.\n\n\"Come now, we're info dealers, what gossip do you have to share?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She pulled her knees up to her chest, folding her arms across her knees and pillowing her head upon them as she looked back across at him. \n\n\"I do not know if it qualifies as gossip, to be honest. I have been forming, um... Something of a friendship with a Unicorn.\" This she spoke shyly, glancing away. The flush in her cheeks was from the sake, right? Right. \n\n\"And a new Mantis has arrived in the city. He is quite charming, and very shrewd from what I can discern. And I played chess with a Lion some weeks ago. And had something called 'ice cream' at this wonderful little shop. Have you ever had the dessert, Bayushi-san?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He nodded along, frowning a bit at the mention of the Unicorn.\n\n\"Be careful,\" He said simply, from his voice it was clear it was a place of genuine concern for her, \"The Unicorn are our principle rivals here... I won't trust the hand of friendship from one,\" Then he noticed the flush, chuckling, \"Remember, every smile and pretty face might have a dagger behind it... We don't want you getting cut now do we...\" He gave a small hiccup, \"Well, without negotiations and safe words, but something tells me you have no idea what I mean by that, so *Anyway*, yes, Unicorn sus, please, be careful... In fact I met a particularly rude one the other day, man said I *Must* Have been looking for a book...*About masks*, if your going to insult someone, *Please*, find something better then a steretype, it's like asking him if he wanted a horse book, or the Crab a book about walls!\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori remained quiet as Tomura warned her against the Unicorn, but... It seemed very difficult to imagine Takeda harboring such duplicitous intentions. Was it that she couldn't believe it, or didn't *Want* To believe it. \n\nBut, Tomura was more worldly and experienced than she, and surely he would not steer her wrong intentionally. ...Right?\n\n\"Maybe he doesn't know better?\" She hiccuped again, loosening her posture and half laying down to reach the sake, refilling her cup. Sure, she *Could* Have gotten up, but that seemed rather a lot of work at the moment. \"Are not many of them removed from the Empire? Like... Really, reeeaaally far away? And what are safe words? I thought most words were safe in the right circumstances.\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He waved away the 'safe words' thing.\n\n\"Don't worry your pretty little head about, just something about a hobby is all.\" He grinned, then reached over for another cup. \"Listen, the Unicorn want this city, they want us to fail, we're the only clan not invited to their Bazaar, and they're doing everything they can to undermine us... I'm just worried for you ok, your a new face in a big city, clearing looking to make her mark and live her life... I don't want seeing my dear cousin hurt is all.\" He muttered, sipping his Sake, \"I don't trust most other Clans... But in this city, the Unicorn is our enemy.\" \n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I will be cautious, Bayushi-san.\" She cocked her head as she gave him a rather serious look, which was a bit impressive given the amount of sake they'd both consumed. \"I know that many do not wish us well and would like little more than to watch us tumble further.\"\n\n\"But wouldn't it be better if we could befriend them? Or maybe, um, at least not be enemies any more? How can we hope to do that if we don't talk to them?\" \n\nAh, the innocent heart. How much simpler the world might be if such solutions were actually practical. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He gave a sigh, the kind of sigh the tired drunk gives when his brain is working weird.\n\n\"Listen... I'm not saying don't see a Unicorn, it could be very useful to do so, and I do agree that we need to work with the others clan... But, I also know none of them would mourn if we crash and burn... So, while I would cheer being able to work hand in hand, I'm also cautious of those I don't know, especially the very Clan that wants to unseat us here.\" He gave a pout.\n\n\"Just remember, every smile has an agenda, even if it's as simple and trying to seduce or some shit,\" He gave another hiccup, \"Remember what we said, fear and desire, everyone's actions are based on these two principles.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I know.\" Kotori pouted just a little, the way a child might when being chided by an older sibling, tracing her finger around the rim of her cup.\n\n\"It is your turn now, Bayushi-san. I have told you about my meetings—what about you? I'm sure you've charmed plenty of people in the city so far.\" This gossip thing might be better than she thought, so long as she didn't have to be the only one disclosing secrets.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura took a sip of his drink, closing his eyes as if to think on it.\n\n\"Well... Of those in the city I can think of one or two I can call frined, Yasuki Rei and Matsu Rin... Not sure on the Matsu anymore though,\" He sighed, \"Yasuki-san is a teahouse owner, also a consummate gossip, if you befriend her, you'll have your finger on the city's pulse... However, she is a matchmaker and I've found it's a *Passion* Of her's to see couples set up and wed, so be wary wit her... Maybe the most dangerous woman in the city.\" He sipped his sake again.\n\n\"Matsu Rin is... A charming woman, has her head in the clouds in some regards, but good company.\" He said, a bit too simply\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Yasuki Rei and Matsu Rin...\" She repeated the names quietly in an attempt to place them. She knew she had not yet encountered Rei, but the second name... Something about that stuck out.\n\n\"Oh! Was Matsu Rin in attendance in the friendly, um... Spar is it called? The sparring match between Rokugo-san and the Unicorn?\" She bounced a little in excitement, her empty hand flapping twice as realization struck. \"She seemed intensely interested in the match.\"\n\n\"And has Yasuki Rei tried to arrange a match for *You*, Bayushi-san?\" She teased again. It was slightly difficult to imagine Tomura having trouble finding companionship, but even drunk, Kotori knew that companionship and marriage were not always synonymous.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Yes, Matsu Rin was one of those in attendance.\" He nodded his head, \"I thought they where going to be testing blades,\" He sounded mildly dissaponted at that, \"She's... She has a naive view of things, charming in it's own way, but she may find herself getting into trouble, something to keep an eye on I suppose.\" He shrugged, then his cheeks became flushed.\n\n\"She has not tried yet, as far as I'm aware, but I doubt something would happen of it, if I'm to be wed it will be to further the Clan, untill then... We'll, I have Baka at least.\" He shrugged, taking a shot of his Sake\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "A naive view of things... The same could be said about Kotori herself. There was much she did not know when it came to many subjects. \n\nWhen Tomura flushed, she grinned at him, once again pillowing her head upon her arms. \"If she as as formidable as you say, I bet she is compiling the *Perfect* List before she would bring it up to you.\" Clearly, she was teasing him. \n\n\"And yes, we have the mightiest of Fortune Baka to comfort and guide us. We are fortunate indeed.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Bags were starting to roll under the Magistrates eyes in these past few days, had he not cared of dignity the Bayushi would have pulled hair hair out by now. Today was a new day though, Yuto had a new Scorpion arriving in the city, receiving a letter in advance detailing a brief description. Finding duties and assignments for all these Scorpions was going to be a challenge, but he felt up to it. \n\nToday he stood outside the palace within the courtyard, here in the city the Shosuro Palace housed many of the Scorpion, standing taller than every other structure within the city. While under ordinary circumstances a Shosuro or a vassal would be welcoming them, Yuto had taken on extra liberties for the clan. Some would advise against his extra obligations but he didn't care, someone needed to do it. \n\nThe Palace was clean and the courtyard gardens were being tended to, now they simply waited. The Magistrate wore traditional scorpion clothing, a scorpion-styled hairpin, and cherry red haori, with a black kimono and hakama. Both Daisho tucked into the left side of his Obi, in his hand was the file on Yogo Yamori, Reading over its contents. \n\nBeside him Chinatsu stood, wearing a black kimono, nicer than most other servants would wear. As his personal courier and attendant the woman was provided with some extra benefits whilst being a servant of the Palace. She was shadowed by Yutos's tall stature, standing merely five feet in comparison to his six foot two. \n\nTaking a deep breath Yuto waited patiently. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "With a confident stride, Yamori approached the Shosuro palace. He was guided by a helpful hinin, who pointed out the new master he would soon be serving. The Scorpion presented himself in his finer attire, a light blue kimono with a white hanoshi over it; intended to represent the sky. His hakama was a light reddish-pink and the obi tightened around him a creamy white. Patterns of pink flowers were sewn into the fabric as a recognition of the beauty that Spring imparts.\n\nThe samurai had his topknot tied sturdily, without a hair out of place. The daisho tucked into the left side of his obi and the school mon of the Bayushi Bushi on the right side of his kimono announced his position as a bushi.\n\nHe carried a potted flower, with wide short petals which glowed beneath the sun with a golden dew and splashes of playful red. Yamori approached the Magistrate, taking in the size of the giant and the positioning of his own daisho. The closer he strode, the lower his eyes moved out of respect for his new master until finally he stood before the giant.\n\nYamori gave a gracious bow, to an almost perfect 90-degree angle and waited to be addressed. He maintained the formal posture perfectly relaxed like a bamboo that bends but refuses to break. Arms were stretched outwards slightly, hinting at an invitation that the flower was meant to be seized by the Magistrate. If this was indeed the Scorpion Clan Magistrate."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "In the cooler shadows of the verandah, the little Scorpion stood waiting, watching. Another new arrival was expected, and while perhaps not explicitly among her duties, Kotori felt that she should be present to welcome them. Yuto and Chinatsu were also waiting, finely arrayed as befit the circumstance.\n\nKotori herself was seldom seen looking anything less than the image immaculate seduction, and today was no different. Porcelain skin, expoded to the very brink of propriety was contrasted by silks of blood red and the deepest black. Numerous golden ornaments decorated glossy black hair, some dangling down to better frame her beautiful face. \n\nWhen a man approached in colors almost more suited to a Crane, her brows arched up subconsciously. It was a pleasing look, albeit unexpected. And he was carrying... A potted plant? Kotori smiled. What an unusual character! \n\nOnce the man was closer, she slipped into her sandals and stepped down, joining Yuto on his opposite side. She nodded in acknowledgment to Chinatsu, bobbing in a friendly but still socially appropriate bow to Yuto.\n\n\"Rokugo-sama, good day. The receptionroom has been prepared.\" \n\nShe then waited in silence as the newcomer closer the last bit of distance, bowing formally in greeting. She would leave the talking to Yuto for now. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "For a brief moment, one could have seen Chinatsu giving Yuto a quick elbow at the side to wake him up. Dozing off wasn't something the man was known for, but his eyes seemed to drift today. Yogo Yamori was dressed rather informally, had it been another greeter they'd have mistaken him for that of a Crane. Luckily Yuto didn't care for how the man dressed, not in this setting anyway. Long journey in thick layers of kimono weren't the most pleasant, luckily he hadn't traveled here in such a way. \n\n\"Welcome to Ryoko-Owari-Toshi, Yogo Yamori-san, I am Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto; Magistrate and current coordinator of our agents here in the city. Come, I'm sure you've had a long journey.\" \n\nHis eyes would have widened, turning to see Bayushi Kotori who had snuck beside him. If Yuto weren't in the face of company he'd have leapt to the heavens, but he saved face. \n\n*' I need to take a damn nap.'* \n\n\"Good day to you as well, Bayushi-san, you have my gratitude for helping Chinatsu-san prepare. Lead the way.\" Despite his tired expression, Yuto was able to maintain a soft and meek tone suitable for court. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "Yamori straightened his back, greeting Yuto warmly. \"Good morning Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto-sama.\" The right side of Yamori's face was covered from temple to chin with a plain red mask, a gap around the lip shaped like a crescent moon to leave his thin lips exposed. They curled into a refined and practiced smile, his eyes looking gently between both samurai standing before him. His expression was made all the friendlier by the sitting bamboo carved into his mask in black, snacking on a piece of bamboo.\n\nThe brazen visibility of exhaustion rolling off Yoto was plain to see and seemed unbefitting of someone of his station. Perhaps he was ill, overworked, or recently tended to an emergency. Being a Scorpion, it could not be ruled out it was also a mask.\n\nThe natural beauty of the Bayushi beside him was equally impossible to miss; her garments worn in such a way as to invite friendship or more into the hearts of those enthralled by physical temptations. He would choose his compliments carefully on that one, lest he appear to dishonour himself.\n\n\"It is a privilege to make your acquaintances. I gladly accept the invitation to enter your home, as the journey has been long and I am eager to learn how I can be of use.\" The Yogo had softened his own tone ever so subtly, so as not to depart from his own cadence but bringing him a step closer in line with the chained gentleness of Yuto's voice.\n\nBefore the gathering moved indoors, Yamori turned his attention to the small Bayushi. \"Bayushi-sama, may I know the name of the one who moves like a gentle breeze?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "A faint, momentary frown creased Kotori's face when she caught a better look at Yuto in profile. He was clearly exhausted, and yet here he was, standing in the heat and waiting to greet their kinsmen. She resolved to coordinate with Chinatsu to find some way to force him to take some respite, even if only for a few hours. Maybe a visit to the baths and a shiatsu treatment. \n\n\"It is my pleasure, Rokugo-sama.\" Still, she offered him the same sweet smile she always did when he addressed her. The look of a merciless femme fatale was somewhat softened by such a smile, too gentle and too open to be purely artifice. \n\n\"I am honored to make your acquaintance, Yogo-san. I am Bayushi Kotori.\" The little Scorpion smiled at the duelist in turn then, inwardly pleased that he was not another giant of a man. It would be nice to be able to talk to someone without getting a crick in the neck. \"And please, -san is more than sufficient.\"\n\n\"Perhaps Chinatsu-san would be so good as to take Yogo-san's plant for him, so that we may have a page place it in his rooms?\" She doubted Yamori wanted to carry the flower around with him after already having hauled it about for however long his journey may have been. \n\n\"I have prepared tea and refreshments for you both. Please, this way.\" Turning then she began to lead them both through the winding palace hallways, the destination once again the reception room which overlooked the garden. True, she personally favored this room for its somewhat remote location, but the natural lighting was good, and the view was superb. \n\nOnce again, she waited for the men to select their places around the table before she settled onto a cushion herself. \n\n||"
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "He followed after Kotori once the greetings were exchanged, allowing the Yogo to take in the palace and be directed. For a moment he thought it may have been a bad idea to have her do the greetings, was everyone going to be infatuated by the woman? Maybe the long journey built up one's feral instinct, but those thoughts would drift away. \n\nChinatsu nodded at the suggestion to take the plant, smiling towards Kotori. The human was not often treated or addressed so kindly by others outside of the Magistrate. Despite being shy around others, she may have had an interest in getting to know the woman. Had Yamori accepted the offer, Chinatsu would take the place and bow, departing to place it in his quarters. If not, she would merely shadow the Rokugo. \n\nAs they entered the room, Yuto would have gone to seat himself slowly, closest to the door. One may have noticed he took his time until he let his weight drop into the cushion. Taking out the file he placed it on the table, it spoke of the man being a court duelist, but no other talents or skills were written. \n\n\"The clan has told me your worth, but I would like to hear it from you. Your skill in dueling is without question, but, what other assets are you capable of giving?\" Yuto wasn't one to belittle or spit on others' skills, but he wanted to make sure whatever field the man was placed in he'd be confident. \n\n\"I'm not one for putting my subordinates in uncomfortable stations, your confidence and dedication to duty is your strength. I will make sure to assign you accordingly.\" \n\n||"
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{
"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "The frown did not go unnoticed, and it gave weight to the theory that Yuto was not often in this state. If the man looked as though he would fall asleep again, Yamori may have to convey concern. That is what someone who had genuine worry for the wellbeing of their lord would do.\n\n\"Then I shall acquiesce to your request, Bayushi Kotori-san.\" The soft smile creeped wider at the offer to take his plant. \"Chinatsu-san, was it? My apologies, but I have spent several months growing and caring for this ajisai plant. As such, it holds a special place in my heart. Yet, I might not be able to enjoy its company for much longer. So I must savour the short time I may have left with this little friend.\" Yamori gave a polite chuckle, a tinge of playfulness teased into his words.\n\nYamori followed closely behind Yuto, and upon entering the small room he placed his plant beside where he intended to sit. Then, pulled out his daisho and placed it carefully on the katanagake. He sought to show respect that he was safe in the house of his host. Surely, would be expected to especially true within the walls of the Shosuro palace.\n\nThe samurai avoided showing any notice of Yuto's movements. He himself moved into a seated position.\n\n\"Our clan is too kind in their words. I have had the fortune of serving with an honourable courtier whom the Kami deemed right far more often than wrong. Naturally, I expect this to continue for any Scorpion who calls upon me to ask the Kami to guide my katana.\n\n\"Bayushi Miku-sama, the honourable courtier I served, saw fit to instruct me on how a duelist ought to behave in court settings. As such, I have developed some ability to conduct myself with dignity. After all, half the skill of wielding a katana is ensuring you do not have to.\n\n\"I have also pursued the high arts of tea ceremony and gardening. The former I'm especially competent in. This is the state your blade Yogo Yamori comes to you in. Use me as you see fit, and apply whetstone where needed.\"\n\nYamori's eyes focused on Yuto. He would not allow his lord be distracted by fatigue in the final words of his message. \n\n*Use me as you see fit, and apply whetstone where needed.*\n\nThe Scorpion Clan wielded the tenet of duty stronger than any other clan could hope to, and he needed Yuto to believe he was such a Scorpion. Of course, trust is built over years, not a single meeting. But Yamori was patient, and it was important to be liked so he would not be sent to another city. The reputation of the gardens in the City of Lies grabbed his curiousity too much.\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"It is a beautiful specimen.\" Kotori had smiled at the plant, ajisai in bloom being among some of her favorite flowers. She kept that thought to herself, of course. \"You must have green fingers, as they say.\"\n\nOnce Yuto and Yamori were seated, she began the tea preparations. Her elegance was suitable for tea ceremony, even though this was not such an occasion. Yuto was served first, though his tea was placed off to the side to allow him space to unfurl the scroll; Yamori was offered his cup with both hands and a smile.\n\nSo far, this duelist, comported himself with eloquence and appropriate humility; Kotori approved of this, even if her opinion on the matter did not factor. She knew how hard Yuto worked at bettering the situation for them all within Ryoko Owari, and some of the other recent arrivals had been... Prickly. \n\nWhen an appropriate lull in conversation occurred, the little Scorpion gestured to a plate of tea snacks, including mochi, moon cakes, rice crackers, and daifuku. \n\n\"Please, do take some refreshment. I am sure your journey was a tiring one.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Chinatsu politely stood back and helped set the table up after the offer was rejected. Yuto however took a bit of interest, having some skill and education in the likes of gardening. \"You'll find many capable gardeners who I'm confident will be able to save your precious plant. Perhaps later Kotori will fetch one of them to nurse its health for you.\" He seemed a little more immersed in the conversation, likely due to Yuto's own interest and fascination with plants. \n\nAs he continued listening the man seemed to be very accurate to the file. Managing his skills would be a task among the other Bushi he possesses. However, he seemed intent on the gardens, whether it was due to his taste of fancy of Kotori the Magistrate wouldn't bother guessing, it was probably both. Unlike another Scorpion, he felt his tastes weren't entirely polluted with untamed instincts. Yogo Yamori seemed like a worthy man to work alongside. \n\n\"You'll find the opportunity for dueling won't come often, but your courtly skills will prove useful. We've been encouraging our scorpions to think laterally, using their wit to procure information by utilizing skill and coy methods. Building a network of reliable information sources and adding to it is vital, it's a core aspect of our influence. This reason is why I'd like to assign you somewhere.\" The two Scorpions would find Yuto in his work mode, speaking with purpose and dedication. If he was still tired the Rokugo certainly was shaking it off well. So focused he didn't take to the Tea or treats provided for them, that could also be due to his habit of lacking self care. \n\n\"I would like to place you in the Merchants Quarter of the city, we possess a Tea house called the Smiling Friends. You may take well to it, I can try and get your ownership on paper. Every now and then I'd like you to check in on our Dear Bayushi-san in the gardens. She has a Yojimbo, but I'm sure a sharper blade checking in on her every now and then will be appreciated.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "\"Thank you Bayushi Kotori-sama. In truth, I still have much to learn. No doubt the renowned gardens of Ryoko Owari Toshi have much to teach.\" Yamori was pleased to be offered some treats. His appetite stirred at the colourful confectionary before him. He cautiously picked up the mochi with napkin in hand and delicately took several small bits to comfortably fit it into his mouth. Then washed it down with a slow sip of his tea.\n\nHis attention refocused back to the host; seeing this as the opportune moment to make an impact. Carefully he picked up the potted plant and reached toward Yuto. With their difference in height, even when sitting, someone at a distance might think a boy was showing his favourite flower to his father.\n\n\"Thank you my lord. You are a gracious host. It was my suspicion that meeting a man of your stature, I would be compelled to show my gratitude. Thus, I had spent the last few months carefully growing this ajisai. The fortunes smiled upon me, to have it bloom during my travels to your home. While I cannot compete with the artists who have devoted their lives to the Shosuro gardens, I hope this unique breed of flower can find a home for you. Please accept this gift.\"\n\nWhile it was true he had spent months growing this flower, it held very little personal meaning to him. Most things did. But one had to appear functional, possessing passion and care for the things they pursued. So he mimicked the tones and expressions of those passionate samurai he had met in his travels; even his eyes lit up at the excitement to finally be able to present this gift to his lord.\n\nUpon closer inspection it could be seen that the newer leaves were vibrantly green, the lower stems having darkened over the last month, without a spot or tear. A single flower happily in bloom. The ajisai of his home province were quite hardy, suitable for the long journey.\n\n||Should we put Yuto's detailed explanation of Yamori's duties on pause or continue it back to back with the gift exchange? I imagine once the etiquette of gift giving is initiated it would continue uninterrupted and then the discussion of duties would take its course\n\nYamori was pleased at the news that duels did not come often. They were dangerous affairs, and he did not relish the thought of an early grave. The news continued upwards. He was not expecting to conclude this meeting being required to spend time at a tea house. Tea ceremonies were a wonderful thing. When done correctly, few words were spoken and there was little need to show emotion.\n\n\"A delightful name. It would be a pleasure to serve in this capacity and a duty I anticipate I can perform to your expectations and satisfaction.\n\n\"No doubt her yojimbo is capable, or they would not be Bayushi Kotori-san's blade.\" He shifted his focus toward the little Scorpion. \"Of course, what we care for must be especially well-guarded; and this I will gladly do for you Bayushi Yuto-Sama.\" Yamori studied the reactions of Yuto and Kotori. This was perhaps Yamori's most dangerous duty. If romantic interest was felt from Yuto to Kotori, being assigned to Kotori could put him in grave danger if he was perceived to be interested in her; or worse, her interested in him."
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I would be delighted to show you around the gardens once you have settled in, Yogo-san. The flowering season has begun and it is quite spectacular.\"\n\n*Oh good, at least **One** Of them is eating.* Kotori was relieved to see Yamori take advantage of the treats on offer, and offered him another pleasant smile. She remained dutifully quiet until addressed again, knowing her task was to provide hospitality and ease tensions, should they arise. \n\n\"My assigned yojimbo is certainly proficient in his role, but he too has other duties to which he must attend. Another person capable of alternating in that position would be more than welcome on all counts, I should think.\" Another pleasant, perhaps even shy smile touched her lips. \"Within the gardens I believe I am well protected. I would only seek to impose upon Yogo-san for ventures that carry me away from the palace or gardens.\" \n\nShe was almost itching to reassure Yamori that she was neither a trouble maker nor trouble seeker, but talk was cheap and like all members of their clan, action proved more telling than words. This Yogo seemed a calm, almost gentle soul, his training as a duelist notwithstanding. Perhaps, in time, they might even become something like friends.\n\nHow lovely that would be.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto would have of course gone through the painful etiquette of denying the gift twice before accepting. Nodding in affirmation before speaking: \"I am honored to have received such a thoughtful gift, not many appreciate nature as they should. You seem to have a tranquil and steady mind, a useful asset for diplomatic endeavors.\" He was being truthful, Yuto certainly felt a man of his talents was meant for more. Although until later, this was all he could do for him. \n\n\"Your sword will however be useful, but that will be a discussion for another time. There are a few matters I must confirm first, I hope you're not afraid of getting those hands dirty.\" He chuckled a bit, Yamori had zero idea of what was in store for him. Yuto hoped the duelist was as good as he thought. \n\n\"Until further notice, I'd like you to become more acquainted with the city. You are not bound to the Smiling Friends tea house, I'd encourage frequenting the merchant's quarter and experiencing all there is to see. At your discretion and steady caution of course.\" \n\nTurning to Kotori, who seemed a bit nervous beneath the veil of a diplomatic mask. Yuto spoke to reassure: \"I trust your judgement Bayushi-san, I've been meaning to schedule something for you soon. There's a certain Apothecary I'd like for you to meet.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "\"Thank you, Bayushi Yuto-sama. Your words it seems, are as generous as your actions.\"\n\nYamori considered whether to mimic the lord's chuckle, but the contemplation had the moment to join in escape him. Instead he widened his smile and nodded in affirmation. \"A bushi grows accustomed to such things.\"\n\nHe had withdrawn from flowery language, listening intently and making an active effort to allow Yuto to dictate the course and pace of conversation. It would do Yamori no favours to waste the man's time, now that formalities had been actioned appropriately.\n\n\"I shall become as familiar with the quarter as I am my own hometown.\" Yamori's confidence betrayed his oversight of just how vast the Merchant's Quarters were, let alone the whole of Ryoko Owari Toshi.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori remained dutifully quiet as Yuto and Yamori spoke, keeping her hands folded properly in her lap and her eyes lowered. She listened, reflecting on the way the magistrate had interacted with the other recent arrivals. When addressed again, she looked up and nodded.\n\n\"I shall look forward to the introduction, Rokugo-sama.\" \n\nTrue, it would be very beneficial if she were able to meet a trustworthy apothecary or physician in the city, instead of trying to maintain the necessary medicinal formulations on her own. \n\n\"If you require nothing further from me at this time, I would like to make certain that Yogo-san's chambers are ready.\" When the magistrate nodded in approval, she climbed to her feet and bowed to both of the men present.\n\n\"If you'll excuse me, Rokugo-sama, Yamori-san. It was an honor to meet you.\" The little Scorpion gave one more smile before quietly leaving the room, sliding the door shut behind her. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yamori seemed willing to perform any duty for the benefit of the clan, Yuto could appreciate the dedication. These assignments weren't ideal, but they held a purpose, one they could draw benefit from. Increasing their presence in the city and spreading influence was essential, these other clans were beginning to underestimate the Scorpion. After establishing these things Yuto had nothing else to add, except one more. \n\n\"Soon I will require your sword, but such details will be discussed later. For now, that is all.\" He spoke more firmly this time. \n\nTurning his eye to Kotori, he nodded, turning his head back to Yamori as she departed. Collecting his things, he stood. \"Be mindful of your association while in the city. No matter how accustomed you become to the patrons of the other clans, you are nothing but a Scorpion to them.\" He bowed, if there was nothing else to discuss, Yuto would take his leave. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "kangawolf",
"message": "Not wanting to risk damaging a seemingly good first impression, Yamori remained focused and obedient. Responding to the firmness with a confident \"Osu!\"\n\nSomething that might have seemed exaggerated if not for the fact that this was from one bushi to another of higher status.\n\nOnce Yuto gifted his advice, the bow cut away the opportunity for a respectful verbal response. Instead, Yamori returned the bow with a deeper one of his own; still completely relaxed just as he had been when meeting his lord at the front of the palace. Keeping his eyes at all times lowered to the floor he quietly stepped over to his daisho, turning away from his lord to politely tuck it back into the right side of his obi. Then, sliding the shoji open he gave one final bow. Stepping out backwards, he closed the door again.\n\n*Nothing but a Scorpion to them? One can hope...*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Summonings were sent out to the selected operatives for the coming mission. Within the halls of the Shosuro Palace, Yuto tread, behind him was Chinatsu who carried his usual box of papers and writing supplies. He made his way to the dining hall, where all those would meet, believing he selected the Samurai with appropriate skills. Bayushi Kaori, Bayushi Masaru, Yogo Yamori, and of course himself. \n\nWhen he entered the hall, the Ashigaru he summoned were already present and standing on the outskirts of the room. Waiting in silence as each donned a silk red veil, Yuto knew the correct individuals having picked them personally. A simple nod was given as the Magistrate went to his seat, being closest to the door. \n\nChinatsu handed him the box as he set it down on the table, opening it as he picked out a few items. The Rokugo waited diligently, hoping to begin the briefing soon. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru entered the room, clad in attire of deep black, accentuated by crimson highlights. At his side, the similarly red, black, and gold lacquered *Daisho* Scabbards hung. His eyes moved through the Ashigaru, some men and women he knew better now. A select bunch.\n\nHe approached \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The elegant woman who entered next was probably Bayushi Kaori, but the mask she wore was black as jet, carved in the likeness of a furious snarl. She wore her swords on her left hip and both arms moved freely, without any hint of the crippling injury that had become Kaori's signature. \n\nShe bowed to Yuto without speaking, saluted Masaru in similar fashion, and took her place as silent as a shadow. The sleeves of her modestly cut kimono were bound to her forearms with a complex knotwork pattern. There was no hint of the city's most popular thot in the black eyes that stared out of the mask."
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "As the two entered, be arranged some things on the table, before he gave each a look. Had his summons not been so specific he'd have been thrown a loop by Kaori's presence, but her size and shape matched the woman's description. Almost everyone had arrived, thus he figured to get some things out of the way. \n\n\"Word will not leave this room after today. We have a coming effort that must be met with importance and discretion, even through the storm of conflict.\" The Vassal was not often so stern and strict, especially with his subordinates, however this matter proved too great. Bayushi Masaru and Kaori were competent, but their steel was yet to be tested in this matter. \n\n\"Moshi Mai, the Mantis Ambassador has agreed to give us custody of Gaijin Edward Williams so that he may direct us to where the other Kolat agents remain in the city. However, she will be sending a representative of her clan to 'watch' us.\" He sounded irritated, that's because he was. \"We don't know where we're going yet, the prisoner is not to be trusted, however we can expect a trap and a fight. There is however, another goal besides slaughtering the Kolat.\" Shifting his gaze between the both of them, he found this meeting appropriate and of most importance. \n\n\"We must retrieve a belonging without the Mantis or anyone knowing.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru considers, mulling over what is requested and placing a finger against his chin. He was not someone capable of dextrous maneuvering beyond his capacity with blades. He also was confused, as he did not know why what seemed like a matter of simple... Theft... Was being brought to him. Surely if the Clan needed that, there were other...\n\nHis gaze fell to the woman who had arrived and been so silent. *Ah...* He thought. Perhaps her role in the clan was such a thing.\n\n\"What is the belonging, Bayushi Yuto-sama? I believe I can draw sufficient attention that a belonging might be unnoticed for a time.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The black mask remained impassive, the woman beneath it as still as stone. Her hair was braided back against her skull, and she seemed armored by apathy. Her head turned from Masaru to Yuto and back. Her fingers drummed once as she waited to hear the answer to the question. \n\nBeneath the mask her features were relaxed as she stood *Ankle deep in snow at the peak of the mountain, Rokugan at her feet.*\n\nLike an arrow on a string she was perfectly steady, ready to snap into deadly flight the moment she was loosed. \n\n||"
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "What started as a simple night of relaxation between two Courtiers seemed to have evolved into a pattern. Meeting in Tomura's room, the Fox and Musician would meet and well, drink. Sake flowed, gossip was had and much shit was talked. This night however, Tomura was already down on six cups, his mask barely attached to his face as he downed a seventh, Baka looked up in amazement that he could hold down such booze, at least he would he if had the concept of booze, but master was upset and he nuzzled his leg. Tomura himself was dressed in a black yukata, already a bit loose on him after so many drinks.\n\nWhat else was noticeable was on of his woodcuts was... Well, destroyed for lack of a better word, seemed someone went at it with a sword and hacked at it."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "These last several days had been... Difficult. More than ever was their clan the subject of derision and mockery, and this time, there was ample justification for it, at least in the eyes of \"Proper\" Samurai. How a clan said to have no honor to begin with had somehow lost more was a mystery.\n\nThat was why this night was more important than ever. Tomura and Kotori had become good friends, and as such, she had noticed that things were not well. Outwardly he had been little different, save perhaps an additional note of exhaustion in his voice. But his tension, his *Anger* Had been roiling off of his slim body in almost visible waves. \n\nBalancing a tray with snacks—and water— with one hand, Kotori stood outside his room. \n\n\"Tomura-san, it's me.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura lifted himself up from the floor and walked towards the door, sliding it open. Kotori would find that, even his usual 'bedhead' aside, his hair was disheveled, the Yukata slung off him a tad, leavin his right shoulder and some of his chest exposed and... Oh there where alot of books scattered on the floor and several empty cups already.\n\n\"Kotori-chan,\" He offered a smile under his mask, as forced as it was, \"I wasn't expecting you, is it drinks night already,\" He lazily turned his head to look back to his room, then turned back, \"I'm sorry for the mess, I promise it was the result of a single samurai, no geisha have been here.\" Oh he is not giving a fuck today. He then looked down at the tray.\n\n\"Oh, wonderful, I could use some food...\" He once more looked back to his room, then shrugged, just not giving a damn.\n\n\"Please come in, it's... Cozy.\" And he just flopped on the floor"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori almost dropped that tray upon opening the door. \n\nHis room was utterly destroyed, and precious, adorable little Baka, even on his most vicious day and possessed by all the Furies, could not be the culprit. \n\nRushing inside, she nearly knocked the door off its track in her hurry to close it. \n\n\"Tomura-san, what happened?\" She knelt beside him immediately, setting down the tray afterwards and within arms reach. \n\n\"You look like... Like you have been attacked, and not in amorous pursuit.\" She gestured helplessly at his ruined collection. Even if she hadn't entirely *Understood* His interests, she knew those wood cuts had been precious to him. Seeing such wanton destruction hurt her artist's soul."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I made a new work,\" He said absently, \"I call it... Well I'm not really sure what to call it,\" He pointed to, what seemed to be an attempted at drawing a flayed horse. The books where not damaged, merely scattered about like he was reading them over and over, throwing them about when done, something that after he freaked out once when one was not put in it's *Exact* Spot, seemed... Very wrong.\n\n\"I have been attacked Kotori, you where attacked, we all where,\" He took a long breath, \"Generations of work, blood, sweat and toil, destroyed by... By...*Those gaijin savages*!\" He snarled, \"Those self righteous, horsefucking, waist of life!\" He shot up from the floor, \"You where courting one, yes?\" He cocked his head and stared at her for a second, \"No matter, he was obviously trying to use you, perhaps gain a mole for this... Ugh.\" And he collapsed on his back again.\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh, Tomura-san...\" She poured out a cup of water and shuffled closer on her knees, closing his fingers around the vessel. \n\n\"Please, drink this.\" \n\nHe certainly knew where to hit where it hurt the most. Takeda's smiling visage flashed in her mind, and her heart gave a throb of such ferocity it bordered on physical pain. She did not want to believe something so terrible, not when he had been so *Kind* To her. She did not want to, but the memory of his handsome face was tainted now by the smell of burning flesh. \n\n\"I-I know we have suffered a very great loss...\" The little Scorpion murmured helplessly, even as she looked down at him with concern and sorrow open in her expression. \n\n\"...I do not know how to help.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura took the cup in his hands and sipped, letting the cool water flow into him and wash away the hellfire that seemed to burn in his heart and mind, taking a breath and leaning himself onto Kotori, just closing his eyes and thinking.\n\n\"We Swim, we swim... We'll swim Kotori,\" He breathed, \"I... Apologize, for this... Behavior, it's unbecoming of a Samurai but most of all a Bayushi, please forgive me.\" He raised himself and adjusted, sitting straight.\n\n\"I won't go into details, but we will bounce from this I'm just... Shocked, not a word of it, we've been entrenched here for generations, no matter who calls themselves governor it's a Scorpion city... So how the fuck did our spies not hear of this, I'll never know.\" He took another breath.\n\n\"Your Unicorn... I hope you know the true colors of those dogs now Kotori, slaughtering peasants who simply wished to provide for their families,\" He sighed, removing his mask and setting it on the floor, turning to her he offered a smile.\n\n\"Your helping now, just... A soothing presence in the storm.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She let Tomura lean against her without complaint, closing her eyes as he vented his anger. \"These are your rooms. You owe no one an apology within these walls.\" \n\n\"We will swim, yes. Bayushi's children are not so easily toppled.\" She spoke softly, reassuringly, and decided to throw manners to the wind. Small hands reached up and smoothed his tousled hair, pulled his collar into better position.\n\n\"I wish that I had answers to give you.\" \n\nWhen Tomura began to rail against the Unicorn again, Kotori turned away slightly under the guise of beginning to tidy his room. She began by pulling loose papers into piles, tapping the edges against the floor the align the sheets. She looked up, and that smile he gave her caused another painful twinge. \n\nIt certainly did seem truly impossible that she might ever find happiness with that charming farm boy, especially not now. \n\nBut a performer is trained to perform, and so she did. Kotori smiled in return. \"I will take your words to heart.\" \n\n*Even if it is broken.*"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura allowed her to adjust him, helping him be more... Presentable, when she went about aiding his room, he moved about as well, picking up his books and returning them to their proper places, he had a system after all.\n\n\"I hope you do Kotori,\" He said simply, \"I don't want to see you hurt or used, your... Gentle, kind, much too kind for this city, I'm afraid people will try to use that against you.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"You are very kind to worry for me.\"\n\nIt was a good thing she had not yet started drinking. Had her inhibitions been lowered, she may well have blurted out something stupid. Something like...\n\n*Utaku Takeda would not do that!*\n\nThe man had taught her to ride a horse—on his own steed!—instead of trampling her. He had taught her to play shah. He had seen that she was more than her mask. \n\nRemembering such kindnesses made her nose sting and tears began to well unbidden in her eyes. She sniffed them back, hoping Tomura was still too deep in his cups to notice. \n\nSeveral volumes were gathered up, turned so as all to face the same direction. Neat. Orderly.\n\n*Controlled.*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"We're both Scorpion, we're both Bayushi, if we don't look out for each other, who can we trust.\" He offered, once the room was cleaned up he sat back down, \"Your... A true and noble friend Kotori, and one of the only people in the palace I can... Be honest with.\" He shrugged, \"I'm glad to have met you.\" He reached over and picked up the water, taking another sip of it.\n\n\"But, we will survive, we will thrive, it's just... A waiting game.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I am glad that you feel that way, Tomura. I know that I cannot always do much that has practical or quantifiable value to the clan. But if I am able to put your mind and heart at ease, even momentarily, I am glad.\" She meant every word she said, even as she dabbed her eyes with her sleeve.\n\n\"Does it not all seem...\" She sat down and sighed, waving a hand as she sought out the right word. \"I don't know... Unfair?\"\n\n\"People stare at us as though we are common criminals. The sanctimonious glares of others in the streets is sometimes more than I think I can bare.\" Kotori reached out and picked up the sake carafe, pouring herself a cup and knocking it back in one go. Her eyes watered slightly at the burn making its way down her throat.\n\n\"Being treated as a villain is one thing... But now we're being treated like incompetent villains.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Kotori,\" He sighed, moving to sit right in front of her, \"Let me tell you a simple truth.\" He frowned.\n\n\"Under everything, under the covers of nobility and duty... People are flawed, weak, scared, ruled by their desires, the moment Opium was introduced into the Empire, people *Will* Abuse it, it's going to happen, it's a fact, now, what is the better option, for a laweless gang of thugs to control it, or the Scorpion, who would curb the worst excesses and evils of such a thing.\" He took a sip of the sake\n\n\"What happened... What the Unicorn, Lion, and Crane have done... So many people are going to suffer, now that we lost a good chunk of control, they *Hurt* People from doing this, it's short sighted, it's petty, it's cruel... But in their childish minds, they are the righteous heroes...\" He moved his hand to her cheek, wiping the water from her eyes\n\n\"Real heroism... Is waking up everyday knowing the world hates you, covering yourself in the shit and mud so the Empire can maintain it's facade of Bushido, we, the Scorpion, we work in the dark to serve the light... I'm a hero... Your a hero,\" Throwing decorum to the wind her took her hands and held them in his own. \"So, I, Bayushi Tomura, thank you Kotori, for all you have down and will do for the Empire, even if no one else will see it that way.\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The little Scorpion looked searchingly at Tomura, hanging on every word and silently hoping that something he says might take away the ache in her heart.\n\n\"I know that. At least, I tell myself that I do. But... But it's so hard to believe them, sometimes.\"\n\nWhen Tomura touched her face, she nearly bit through her lower lip to keep from sobbing. Several big tears rolled down her cheeks though she kept her eyes lowered; her hands lay helplessly in her lap.\n\n\"Tomura-san... I...I am *Frightened.* I know you said we will recover, but what about until then? If the other clans are capable of such violence—parading it through the city—what else might they do? We are not warriors! Not you and I! What if... If...\" \n\nThe sobs came openly down, the full weight and gravity of the situation descending all once on her. \n\"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura said nothing, but wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, against decorum, yes, scandalous, most certainly, however he gently pet her hair and press her face to his shoulder.\n\n\"It's ok... It's going to be ok,\" He said gently, \"We can swim, we *Will* Swim... Kotori, we are going to survive this, I don't know if we'll ever *Rule* The city in our life time... But we will thrive.\" And that was all he said, for now, he simply held her and and gave comfort.\n\nEven little Baka came up, nuzzled Kotori's leg. Why is the two-legs sad... Be happy\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The little Scorpion leaned into that embrace, hiding her face against his shoulder while she wept. It took several minutes, but the sobs eventually quieted to whimpers, and the whimpers quieted to sniffles. \n\nFeeling a little pressure against her leg, she sat up and looked down, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. At the very least, she managed to cry prettily. \n\nWhen she saw it was tiny Baka, she could not help but laugh softly, plucking up the little cat and cradling him close to her chest. \n\n\"...I apologize for losing my composure. It's just... Just so *Much*, and so suddenly.\" Slender fingers stroked through the feline's soft fur, his fuzzy warmth a great comfort.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"What do you mean losing your composure, just a second ago you were telling me of one of your favorite music pieces.\" He said with a smile and slight shrug. \n\nBaka for his part meowed happily as he was picked up, YES, two legs is happy again, he did good!\n\n\"As for your worries... It's true, the other clans can be... Worse than Gaijin in times of war, they forget civility and sense... But, if they where to turn to true violence, if blood ran in the city, surely even Hantei could not ignore such injustice... I think they made their move the only way the brutes know how... And for now, the'll preen, in the meantime, we'll rebuild.\" \n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She exhaled a quiet laugh, more like a sigh, at Tomura's consideration. He was being extremely generous given that it was an unsightly thing for anyone to lose themselves like that, especially a courtier who is supposed to be beyond such shows of emotion. \n\nShe scratched Baka under the chin, behind the ears. It was impossible to be *Too* Sad with such an adorable kitty on their lap.\n\n\"We will swim.\" Kotori repeated their family motto softly. She looked up with a faint, tired smile. \"I do believe I need swimming lessons. And a drink.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"A drink would be lovely... But prehaps I have had one too many.\" He said, giving a sad chuckle, \"I'm afraid of any more loss of control around such a beautiful woman.\" He laughed, then pour her a cup and sake and himself a cup of water.\n\n\"To the Scorpion, no matter what happens, we'll swim.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"You and I both know you have considerable control over your emotions and actions, Tomura-san.\" She accepted the cup gratefully and with another small smile.\n\n\"Kanpai.\" She lifted the cup, sipping it this time instead of knocking it back like an old drunk. Kotori let out a long breath through her nose, closing her eyes. \n\n\"We will swim.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura drank his cup, letting the sake fill him out and renew his hope and courage. If their was anything that proved the Kami where divine, it was that Hida gave the world Sake.\n\n\"So... Your Unicorn friend, what's that heading towards?\" He asked with a raised brow, the Unicorn publically humiliated them, burned their assets... Maybe Tomura took it a bit personal because he was the Cartel boss... But that was neither here or there.\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori blushed almost as red as her kimono, looking down and away. And here she thought she and Takeda had been reasonably innocuous with their interactions. She sipped from her cup again.\n\"Heading towards, Tomura-san? I don't think it's heading towards anything.\" Her voice had an oddly squeaky quality, clearly indicative of her jangled nerves. \n\n\"He taught me to play a game similar to shogi.\" That was innocent enough, right? \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Ah, then it is the sake that makes you crimson.\" He chuckled, \"I just think you should be careful is all, especially after these events... I would be scared if anyone in the palace thought you were fraternizing with the enemy.\" He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink, \"I like to imagine I know people Kotori, it's apart of my job, it's what I was taught and trained... And I can tell when young ladies swoon over the kind and noble gentleman.\" \n\nAnother small sip, watching her reactions to his words.\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She looked down, thoroughly chastened even though Tomura had been kind, if not honest, with his words. A sigh puffed from her lips as she stared down into her cup, as though the answers may lie within.\n\n\"I *Know* That it is... That it is unacceptable. I know that, and yet my heart aches all the same.\" She almost used the word *Wrong* But that wasn't true. Such feelings couldn't be *Wrong*, could they? \"Is is so wrong to want to be loved, Tomura-san? To want to feel valued as more than a political tool or pretty set piece? I... I felt that was around my friend, as you call him. But I know whatever it is we had cannot be sustained. It cannot be allowed to happen.\"\n\n\"I just wish I knew a way to stop these feelings, and I do not.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura sipped his Sake, giving an amused shrug.\n\n\"It's not wrong, in fact as I've said, we do the work no one else wants to and are derided for it, I think it's natural to *Want* To be seen as the person you are, not as the villain people paint you as, the tool your higher ups see you are, or the pretty set piece you've tricked yourself to be seen as.\" He frowned, \"I want to be seen more as the voice, more than the face, the desk worker, the serpent in the grass... I would love someone to just hold my hand and tell me I'm just... Enough as me.\" He sighed\n\n\"I wish you found that in any other Samurai Kotori, I truely wish you could have met a Hida, a Shiba, a Togashi... Utaku are just not in season as of now... And for that I can't apologize enough.\" He gave a bow to her, as he said this, facing the floor before rising.\n\n\"A way to stop them, I don't know... But a way to distract them, I know several, however I doubt it's advise or teachings you would wish.\" He rubbed the back of his head with a small smile and chuckle.\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"In style? You speak as if men are like kimono.\" She laughed softly, giving him a sad smile and setting her cup aside. Her eyes widened slightly as he bowed, apologizing for something that was in no way his fault. \n\n\"Tomura-san, please. You never should bow your head to me. I am unworthy of such an honor.\"\n\nShe reached out then, and took his hand, sandwiching it between her own. \"You are more than enough in my opinion. You have been so kind to me, and welcoming, and even listen to me when I am... Like this.\" Kotori gave a little smile. \"That is more consideration than was shown to me in my entire life, before I came to Ryoko Owari. I think you're amazing, Tomura-san.\" \n\nShe gave his hand a little press between her palms before letting him draw away, if he so wished. \n\n\"I was thinking perhaps I should start attending plays more often. That would be a worthy distraction, would it not?\" She clearly missed his implications, innocent little dove she was. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Your my friend Kotori, that makes you more worthy of the honor than the Ambassadors.\" He waved her humility away, \"My conversation made a behavior woman upset, so I had to apologize.\" He drank some more of the water she brought, too much Sake for the night.\n\nWhen she grabbed his hand, he looked away as his cheeks grew red.\n\n\"Don't think anything of it, if you have any trouble with men in the future, just... Let me be an ear to vent your frustrations on... I'm just glad I've been able to affect someone in such a way.\" \n\n\"Plays would be a good start, perhaps some reading too, there are plenty of fish in the sea, I would even dare say perhaps you should visit Yasuke Rei.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She refilled her own sake cup, finishing off the carafe. It was good they were not being as indulgent as their prior get together. \"You didn't upset me, Tomura-san. The situation upsets me, but that isn't your doing.\"\n\nKotori did not notice his cheeks redden, and if she had, it would have been attributed to the sake. Tomura was certainly safe in that regard. \n\n\"I have heard good things about Yasuki Rei. I should like to meet her, even if I am not necessarily in need of her services.\" \n\nA quick glance was given to his room. \"Would you like me to help you finish tidying up?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"No, but even if it's not marriage, she likes setting people up, the best way to distract a broken heart is finding someone to fill the void.\" He suggested, \"Even if it's merely as a distraction.\"\n\nHe then looked around the room, wincing at the state of it now that he was more lucid.\n\n\"No... I think for my penance I'll see to it myself... It's the least I can do, I apologize for you finding me in such a state.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Please allow me to help you. You are always so kind to me. And... And we're friends, are we not? Friends help each other.\" She climbed to her feet, plucking up one of the piles of books and carrying it to the shelves. \n\n\"You know where everything goes, but I can at least help you carry them.\" Kotori offered a helpful smile; this time the flush in her cheeks was certainly from the sake.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He gave a sigh of relent.\n\n\"Ok,\" He nodded, picking up some books and placing them in the shelf, \"I have a system, dividing them by genre, the titles in alphabetical order, and the degree of intensity.\" He explained, \"The most... Colorful of them go at the top with... The most salacious in a row behind the one that faces the front.\" He's trusting her with his secret porn location, the most carefully guarded secret in the palace.\n\n\"We are friends Kotori... If there is anyone in this city I trust, it's you.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She beamed at him upon 'winning' their little contest of wills. \n\n\"Shall I read the titles to you and you can place them? That may be faster.\"\n\nWith the books in her arms, she turned one to face the right way. \"Like this one, let me see. 'Lords, Wives, and Whips.' Is this one about horsemanship?\" She waited for Tomura's direction with a smile.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura put away what he had and then turned his head, his face just... A bit blank, more like he was trying to find the right words in his mind.\n\n\"It's about riding... In a way...\" He said, sliding over and gently taking it from her hands, \"It's about... The flavors of passion one can find, how pain and pleasure can be a intoxicating mix, and the amount of trust one has in their partner to... Guide them in finding that vintage.\" He explained as diplomatically as he could.\n\n\"It might be a bit advanced for you.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh, is it written in older script? I am admittedly not as adept at reading more antique pieces.\" She hummed happily, righting a few more of the books.\n\n\"Or this one. 'Honey of the Southern Lands.' On what shelf do you place your culinary works?\" \n\nGods help this poor, innocent fool. She was knee deep in smut and hadn't the faintest idea.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"No... I'd say that also belongs on the top one.\" He wonders if the Crab would be insulted for his 'Love in the Shadolands' collection, \"Just... Nothing to worry about, just tell me a title and I'll place it in it's correct spot.\" He smiled and placed it far in the back.\n\n\"You could borrow any of them sometime, if you wish.\" He offered\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I'll keep that in mind!\" Kotori had cheered up considerably by this point, and the offer to borrow from such an extensive private collection was a great honor.\n\nShe read several more titles, some more salacious than others, but never once asked for a synopsis. After all, she was here to assist, not nose around. \n\n\"For how many years have you been collecting, Tomura-san? I don't recall if I've ever seen such a number of books outside a shop or library.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Well, I'd have to say.\" He gave pause for thought, \"Since I was... About eight I collected ghost tales... Which evolved to flat out horror when I was thirteen... And I added a another... Spice to that blend when I was sixteen.\" He mused, \"All together I'd say this collection is the result of thirteen years of hunting and collecting stories that amuse me.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori nodded, pushing a few spines into place to better align them on the shelf. \n\n\"I, too, have always loved books. They were always a reliable companion for invalids like us, no?\" She flashed a grin over her shoulder. \n\n\"After all, books never grow tired of my company, and never become upset if I must put them aside.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"And you know what to expect, they can't turn on you or betray you.\" He nodded with an understanding smile, \"Books and other invalids I suppose, we're the only ones who can rely on each other I suppose.\" \n\nAs they cleaned up the room, he took a moment to look around there work, nodding in satisfaction.\n\n\"We make a good team.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I agree. We should join forces more often.\" Another smile, and then she hid a yawn behind her hand. \"Oh, please excuse me! Rather snuck up on me.\" \n\n\"I know you said you were often ill as a child. When you were not, were you allowed to play outside?\" She straightened up some of the woodblock prints that had been strewn about, only looking closely enough at them to sort them all in the right direction.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"No, mother was too worried if I'd be out too long, I'd get hurt or catch some other illness.\" He explained, \"I was... More or less confined to my house, my father putting his foot down and ordering I'd be sent to train at the Manipulator School was the first time I'd left Shinomura... And then I've come here.\" He chuckled.\n\n\"I never have seen beyond my villiage, my dojo, and this city... And for the time being, this city is my world, and I intend to master it.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I see.\" She sighed. \"Were you, or are you close with your parents? Do you have siblings?\" \n\nMore books sorted, more organized. Now that they had found a rhythm, their progress flew along.\n\n\"...I never knew either of my parents.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"My father had... Expectations of me, generations ago we had ancestors among the Kuge... But you know how it is, third and fourth sons get spread put, separated from main branches, it was always his hope I would be the one to crawl back up... And the weight of that was put onto me.\" He said simply, the root of his more ambitious nature\n\n\"My mother was from the Crane, a Doji, she was told that I was to die a few hours after my birth... She's been protective of me ever since, to the point where she smothered me, would put up a fit if I so much as had a cut... As for siblings, I'm an only child.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"While I can imagine such attentions can be smothering, as you said, how nice it is to know you are so loved and valued.\" She spoke softly, kindly, uprighting a vase that had been knocked to its side.\n\n\"Did you ever wish that you had siblings? I have three cousins, none of whom are very pleasant... Though I'm not sure I would say I was raised *With* Them.\" \n\nShe paused in their activities, pouring them both another cup of water. She nibbled a rice cracker as well, glad for something to soak up the excess sake. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Sometimes... Maybe if I had siblings my parent's wouldn't focus too much on me... That maybe I wouldn't have to deal with both expectations and worry... But then I feel if I did, I'd be made to compete with them I suppose.\" He admitted, taking a seat once all was done, he nodded to her in thanks as she poured him water, taking a cracker for himself.\n\n\"You said you didn't know your parents... What happened?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"My mother died in childbirth, and my father within a year after.\" She sat down next to him so she might avail herself to more snacks. There was no trace of sorrow in her voice. After all, how can you miss what you never had? \n\n\"So, I was passed to my father's second eldest brother. I was his ward until it was decided I should be sent here.\"\n\n\"I was so nervous when I arrived.\" Kotori laughed. \"I was afraid that I would be... I don't know. Seen as an interloper, I suppose? Isn't that foolish?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I'm... Sorry... About your parents.\" He reached over to pat her shoulder... That's what you do when people lose family... Right?\n\n\"Your uncle... Was he kind to you?\" He asked gently, he heard some horror stories of evil and cruel relatives, \"When I arrived, I didn't know what to expect, just my first posting... I didn't beleive it when it was to be the famed City of Lies.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Your uncle... Was he kind to you?\" He asked gently, he heard some horror stories of evil and cruel relatives, \"When I arrived, I didn't know what to expect, just my first posting... I didn't beleive it when it was to be the famed City of Lies.\"\n||\n\n\"It's alright.\" A smile at him, and the friendly pat. \"I never knew them, so I cannot really miss them, if that makes sense. I *Do* Wonder what things may have been like, but I think that's a bit similar to wondering what it may be like to fly.\"\n\n\"As to my uncle... He was not *Unkind* To me, but I think I was something of an afterthought to him. He saw that I was well cares for, but I was not raised as one of his children, however surrogate.\" She shrugged her narrow shoulders. \n\n\"Despite my fears, I am glad I am here. I have friends now.\" She smiled again at Tomura, pushing back a lock of hair from his face. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "When she touched a look, he gave a small playful roll of the eyes, the physical closeness between them now something he was more used to.\n\n\"If it helps, I'm glad to have met you, your a good friend and it's good to have someone in the palace to apreciate the finer aspects of culture with.\" He chuckled, \"Or just drink the night away, and if anything where to happen to me, who would take care of Baka!?\" He asked, lifting up his cat\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"We certainly cannot allow anything to happen to Baka!\" Kotori agreed, reaching out and giving the little cat a scratch under the chin. \n\n\"I am very grateful for you, Tomura-san.\" One more glance was given to his room. \"I think we've gotten most of it. Is there anything else I may help with?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura let her play with Baka a bit before setting the cat down, a soft sight of content escaped him as he looked the room over, sure he made a bit of a mess of it in his fit of rage... But now that he simmered, he saw just how much Kotori helped repair it, but the room and his mood.\n\n\"No, I think I'm good for the moment, thank you Kotori... For everything, your presence has soothed a storm in me.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"You're welcome!\" Apparently, a good cry and a couple of drinks was enough to restore the little Scorpion to her usual cheerful self. Playing with an adorable kitty didn't hurt, either.\n\n\"I'm glad we could make each other feel better.\" In a different life, in a different world, she would have pressed a kiss to his cheek. \n\nKotori crouched one final time to gather up the cups and carafes, balancing them on the tray upon which she'd brought them. Rising, she went to the door, flashing Tomura one last smile. \n\n\"Sleep well, Tomura-san. Tomorrow is a new day.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Upon leaving the two others to walk the halls of the palace, Masaru continues his step with the diminutive Kotori. He walks a short distance behind, no great distance but enough that were he to need to be defensive, he could do so with relative ease. \n\nHis voice is lower as they walk, private for the environment as their mobile conversation passed through the halls. \"My thanks for your tour, and showing me to my quarters, Bayushi Kotori-sama. I have little enough to do there, and am eager to see everything related to security here. May I ask you... And I apologize for my ignorance having just arrived... Are there many security incidents here?\" \n\nThe man turns a face framed in delicate black hair to glance at her as he asks."
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{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"No thanks necessary at all, Bayushi-san. It is among my duties to make you feel welcome, and I am glad to do it.\" She flashes a smile at him over her shoulder as she leads him through the halls, taking a leisurely pace.\n\nThe inferior halls were dimly lit, as one might expect for a palace of the Scorpion, lanterns spaced only near enough to keep one from tripping over their own feet. Masterful scrolls decorated the walls at intervals; fine sculptures and pottery were nestled in alcoves. The decor was elegant and expensive, but not garish or gaudy. \n\n\"It is easy to get lost in these halls, Bayushi-san. The palace was designed with that intention. I found it helpful to orient myself by way of the scrolls and artworks, to learn my way around.\" \n\n\"As far as security concerns, we have had none since my arrival, and to my understanding, very few before that.\" Another glance was given him, her vulpine eyes glowing gold in the warm, but low lighting. \"Very few are brave or foolish enough to attack a Scorpion in its own nest.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru looks with appreciation at the fine scrolls, occasionally pausing to read one of them, before falling back into step. \"A most sensible design. It seems as though it would do well to keep problens at bay.\"\n\nMasaru returns the look meeting her striking eyes. \"Foolish indeed... And how long have you been here, Bayushi Kotori-sama, if I may ask? I would know more of you right now as the... Caretaker?...Of this place than the design of the place itself.\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Whenever Masaru paused, she did as well. Ostensibly, she was showing him around. In reality, she was hoping the tour may allow him time to relax. Immediately upon his arrival, Masaru had been whisked inside and Yuto had gotten straight down to business. \n\n\"Indeed. Though, as I said, it can make learning one's way about tricky.\" She smiled at his assessment of the palace. Many people found the Palace of Shosuro to be unsettling, the feeling of constantly being watched ever-present. But, for Kotori, that was reassuring. She had nothing of significance to hide aside from her modesty, thus she would make a terribly poor choice for extortion. And, as she was neither bushi nor significant bureaucrat, what reason would anyone have to target her for physical harm? As far as she was concerned, the little Scorpion was harmless. Whether others agreed, she had no idea.\n\n\"Me? Oh, well...\" The question seemed to catch her by surprise. \"I arrived in early spring, so I have only been here a few months. I am most often in the Scorpion Garden, overseeing the bathhouse and providing music to guests. Do you enjoy music, Bayushi-san?\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "\"I very much enjoy music... Though for me it must be as one appreciates a blossoming tree; I can no more create it than I can sprout those beautiful blossoms.\" He smiles below his mask, the light creases appearing even despite the covering.\n\n\"I have often wondered if I might ever be of service in the creation of a song... For I do practice the poet's craft, though of only humble skill.\" \n\n\"Are you a musician, Bayushi Kotori-sama? You have... Certainly the lithe fingers that would speak of a musician.\" It is not unclear in such a comment that Masaru is in no way immune to an admiring gaze at the other Scorpion."
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{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"And I have no gift for poetry.\" She uttered a soft laugh and did not hide her smile behind her sleeve. It was a relief to see his eyes smiling, even if his mouth remain concealed.\n\n\"We must collaborate at some time in the future, Bayushi-san. I would be most interested to know what words you might set to some of my compositions.\" Even her voice had a musical quality, bright and clear and very obviously excited by the prospect if collaboration.\n\nShe held up one small hand and wiggled her fingers, her smile turning into a playful grin. \"I am indeed a musician. Perhaps later this evening I may play for you if you should like, after you've had some time to settle. The first night in a new place can often make sleep an evasive thing.\" \n\nAlong their journey, Kotori paused to point out the locations of various rooms in which the bushi may be interested, from the library and archives to different reception rooms, the formal tea room, and so on. Many of the other important facilities such as the armory were located in another wing to which she seldom ventured. \n\n\"If you should like to visit the bathhouse later, please do let me know. I would be glad to show you the way there.\" \n\n||"
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{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru would indeed notice that the tour focused mostly on places that fed the soul and mind, and he would appreciate those greatly, but he would be curious as it would seem things like the armoury would be on their tour. \n\n\"Shall you lead me to the store of weaponry, and the training areas of the Ashigaru? Or must I suffer a different guide for those?\"\n\n\"To your other offers, there is little that would please me more than to combine our skills in harmony. I gladly accept your offer of music, since as weary as I may be from the road, I believe sleep would not find me were I to miss out on hearing your playing immediately.\""
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{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"The armory?\" She stopped momentarily, placing a finger against her chin. \"While I can offer no guarantee that I will take you by the most direct route, I most certainly can guide you there.\" \n\nShe changed directions then, taking him down another hallway with more turns than seemed possible given the typical layout of a castle. \"I will look forward to it. Perhaps we might do some moon-viewing as well.\"\n\n\"Are you skilled with a bow as well as a sword, Bayushi-san? Please forgive me if the question causes offense, but as I said, I know almost nothing of the martial arts.\"\n\nThe artworks decreased in frequency as they continued, replaced in niches by war items like helmets and tessen. Scrolls now depicted various battle scenes or famous warriors, including the mighty kami of their clan. \n\n\"I think perhaps this may be it...\" Kotori stopped at one door and slid it open to reveal... A store room.\n\n\"...Or not.\"\n\n||"
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{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "The warrior found himself laughing lightly as the door slid open to the store room. \"I have little skill with a bow, I am afraid. Rarely a day goes by that I am not training with the sword, though. That is where my skill lies... As you heard when we first met. Being able to act as the steel that backs up... Well... That backs up people like you, Bayushi Kotori-sama.\"\n\nAfter looking at a particularly masterful sculpture of one of the ancestors delivering a subtle strike, he looks back. \"I sometimes think everyone is trained in some manner of battle... It is easy to be so blinkered when one is a bushi. Yet you seem to have avoiced such a thing. Your question of my knowledge could come as no offense, and shall be at your service.\""
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The little Scorpion laughed at her error as well, sliding the door shut again. \"Well, should you ever need to know the location of a store room...\" She left the statement unfinished, clearly meaning it as a jest. \n\n\"I think it a marvelous thing that you train so diligently. Of course, it is my hope you will never need defend me with your blade.\" She stepped up beside him to look at the same sculptures, studying it with an appreciative eye.\n\n\"It was decided early on that my skills would be best suited to other disciplines.\" There was an odd hollowness in her voice as she said that, like it was a phrase she'd had to provide many times before. \n\nWith a slight inclination of her head, Kotori indicated they should continue onward.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Continuing onwards, he follows the thread as well. \"We all have ways we are drawn to serve the clan, and they have shaped us as much as the hands that formed the sculpture. I meant no slight to ask about your lack of martial training; I find it to be a strikingly interesting quality.\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori smiled up at Masaru as they walked. \"No, I take it as no slight, Bayushi-san. It is highly uncommon for those of our station to lack entirely in any such training. Perhaps some day I will be able to tell you why.\"\n\nShe managed to unveil another store room before opening the door to a spacious room with polished, bare floors. \"We must be getting closer, now. I believe this is meant to be a practice room.\"\n\n\"Shall we see how many more store rooms I might find?\" She smiled ruefully, a not unpleasant expression on her lovely face. One could be forgiven had they expected Kotori to be arrogant, but either that quality was lacking or masterfully hidden. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "The laughter once more comes easily, as this is clearly becoming a series of such affairs. \"I certainly can think of many things that would be appealing in such an exploration...\" Masaru says, as he trails off leaving it to be interpreted as either suggestive or chaste. \n\n\"Perhaps after a few more such storerooms, we should return to the more decorative corridors. My appetite for seeing to the accoutrements of this new position wanes with the hour. You spoke of seeing the moon... Is it very high now? Perhaps it is to that gazing we should go.\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Just a little further, Bayushi-san. I would be remiss in my duties if I did not see you to your destination, and there cannot possibly be *That* Many more storage rooms.\" Another smile, another twinkling laugh. \n\nIndeed, they must have been getting closer, from the air began to take on a faint scent of oil and steel. With one final attempt, another door was opened, and this revealed a sizable training room, replete with practice weapons organized on racks, wooden sparring posts, padding and so on. The entire far wall was compromised of shoji doors, likely leading to the exterior training grounds. Voices outside indicated there were others finishing some later afternoon training sessions. \n\n\"Ah hah!\" Kotori smiled triumphantly, stepping aside to allow Masaru to enter.\n\n\"I believe this is what you sought.\" Only after he entered would she step in, looking around with open curiosity.\n\n\"The moon is not yet at its height, so we have time yet.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "The other samurai lightly bows in recognition of the accomplishment in reaching their final destination, and he steps into the room. Noting Kotori's curiousity, he gestures towards one of the sparring dummies, clearly recently replenished with fresh shoots. \n\n\"You have shown me many sights tonight, and I would repay your performance with one I might manage. Do you often get to see the art of iajutsu, Kotori-sama? There is...\" He lays a hand against the dummy...\"Something of poetry to it. I could demonstrate, if such a thing would not seem garish to you?\" He raises a brow with the question as he looks back towards her."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Oh! I would be honored to see a demonstration!\" She clapped her hands together once in her excitement, smiling brightly.\n\n\"Iaijutsu... That is the single strike technique from a sheathed weapon, yes?\" She cocked her head, unsure of her terminology. Or maybe iaijutsu was a single strike from an *Unsheathed* Blade. She bit her lower lip for a moment, wishing she could remember.\n\n\"Ah, where should I stand, so I am not in your way, Bayushi-san?\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "He considers for a moment and then helps her to line up in a spot that will be angled towards himself, but not fully so, so as to keep the dummy in full view as well. \"About here... I think,\" He says, nodding with satisfaction that there is a sufficiently wide area. \n\nHe steps back and moves towards the dummy, bowing perfunctorily, and laying a hand on the hilt of his katana, lowering himself into a more centered stance. His voice, as he speaks, is quiet; as though he is narrating. He circles the dummy.\n\n\"A strike that comes from a sheathed blade; a single blow. But that is not where we begin. We begin... With appraisal. A muscle twitch indicates which angle the sword will slide from the sheathe. A remnant of metal on the hilt causes a shift in weight; the blade's location can be predicted. The breathing... Your opponent breathes but perhaps just one breath is too deep as you reach the spot they wish you to be in...\"\n\nHe reaches back to the point he left, facing the dummy. \"The pulse reveals when the moment comes. The eyes try to keep their secrets but you know...\"\n\nIn a blur, his sword flashes out and two ends of the shoot fall to the ground just as his blade disappears back into the sheathe. Were they limbs, the opponent would have lost them. \n\n\"You must be faster than the strike can be measured.\" Another perfunctory bow, and he rises, taking a step towards Kotori. \"I hope it was a satisfactory demonstration.\"\n\n\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori moved herself out of the way as Masaru directed, standing absolutely as still as possible as she watched. \n\nThe bushi took this demonstration very seriously; she had no idea if he would have been so focused were she not present, or if this was all show for her benefit, but the more he spoke, and circled, and studied, the shallower her breath became and the faster her heart began to beat. He'd spoken of pulses, minute twitches. Kotori wondered for a moment if others could read her in a similar fashion. It seemed likely. \n\nWhen the blade flashed out, she had barely even *Seen* It, but when the now severed posts clattered to the ground... She let out an audible gasp, covering her mouth with her sleeve. \n\n\"That was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.\" The little Scorpion uttered a nervous laugh, a bit of color rising to her cheeks. Remembering herself then, show bowed politely to Masaru.\n\n\"Thank you for the demonstration, Bayushi-san. Your skills with a blade are fearsome, indeed.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru had indeed been elsewhere in his moments of narration, as he walked through the process of delivering the blow. \"That method of dueling encourages a certain separation of mind and body, to be able to read your opponent effectively. Even if it was only in sport,\"\n\nHe returned the bow, his eyes drawn to the color rising in her cheeks. \"I hope... I hope I did not startle you, Kotori-sama,\" The warrior said quietly, earnesty hoping he had not upset the other Scorpion. He cursed himself inwardly for a braggart, and worse, some indelicate sword-hand."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"It was startling, but... It was also exhilarating. Such speed and power are incredible.\" The color that had settled into her cheeks rapidly faded, leaving her slightly sallow—not the typical porcelain of her complexion, but something faintly sickly. \n\n\"How... How long have you—oh!\" One moment she was smiling up at him, and in the next, the world was suddenly on a tilt. Kotori swayed on her feet and staggered, dropping to the floor; she caught herself with one hand which prevented her from smacking her face and head against the hard wooden boards. \n\n\"P-please forgive me, Bayushi-san. I sometimes am prone to fainting.\" She bowed her head in embarrassment, even as spots began to encroach upon her vision. \"I just... Need... A few minutes.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Without truly stopping to think, certainly without stopping to think of the propriety, Masaru immediately takes to one knee, reaching out deliberately to help steady Kotori in whatever direction she seems most prone to fall, offering his arm, or hand, should she need it, but steadying her nonetheless. He would not insult her by assuming that she needed his intervention, but he would also do what he was able.\n\n\"Kotori-sama... How can I aid you? What do you need of me?\" \n\nHe looked around to make sure that no one was nearby, as he listened. He would find a way to secure the situation to allow her to save face if he heard footsteps."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I'm so embarrassed...\" She uttered a breathless, humorless laugh, blindly reaching out and grasping his forearm. Her weight, slight as it was, leaned against him for support; it was a certainty she would have fallen flat without his assistance. \n\nHer mask concealed most of the faint sheen of sweat that beaded on her brow, though her hands had become almost clammy. Propriety was a word that did not register in her brain at the moment.\n\n\"I am so sorry, Bayushi-san. And after your wonderful demonstration.\" Kotori tried to straighten up, but swayed again and went right back to leaning on his arm. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "He glances around quickly and spies a low cushion to the side of the training area, probably intended for spectators who might wish to watch a few strikes. He walks with her yo those, and helps her to them. \n\nMoving quickly off, he returns moments later with his hands full of two things; one, a small draught of water taken from a nearby stand, and the other a screen taken from... Somewhere. He would undoubtedly retun it later, but for now he erected it around the two of them.\n\nHe resumed his seat, now taking back the support he had offered. \"There is no need for embarassment,\" He says, as he proffers the water.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "*What a kind man.* Kotori could barely hear her own thoughts above the high pitched whine in her ears, but this she knew without question. \n\nEven now, Masaru showed concern for their reputations, arranging a screen to shield them. While one could argue such a thing would immediately draw *More* Suspicion, it woul take only a glimpse of the little Scorpion's face to know she was unwell. \n\nShaking hands accepted the water and she drank it gratefully before collapsing onto the gathered cushions. After a few minutes of laying supine, her color began to improve and her breathing evened out. \n\n\"I am very grateful to you, Bayushi-san... I do not like to think what may have happened without you here.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Seeing her condition much improved in the intervening moments, he hazarded a smile as she spoke. He had waited and watched, keeping brief vigil over her reclining form.\n\n\"It was my honor to be here to aid you; you seem well on your way towards recovery now, unless I am mistaken?\" The last rises in a question, as he does not know the exact nature of what befell her. \"Is there anything else I can get for you? Or do for you, Kotori-sama?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She turned her face away from him, humiliation taking hold. While not an arrogant woman, Kotori was proud as should befit a daughter of Bayushi. To be quite literally laid out was terrible. Perhaps this was punishment by the Fortunes. \n\n\"I am feeling better. I have...\" A soft, trembling sigh escaped her lips, \"...Thin blood, as the physician describes it. Sometimes I grow faint, like this. In the past, I have fainted away entirely. It has left more than one knot on my head.\"\n\nVulpine eyes closed for a long moment before fastening upon him again. \"If... If you would just stay here, for a few more minutes, then... That is all I ask.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "He had never heard of the condition, and he suspected it was because of his own school that he had not. Such a condition would not cause one to last long in positions of battle, for such a thing would lead too much to the enemy's advantage.\n\nBut one thing was clear, and that was the distress that the manifeststion of this ailment caused. Not, he noted, the condition itself so much as its ancillary effects. \n\nHe remained where he was, offering his physical support, arms bearing up whatever weight is given him to carry. There was no discontent on his part in doing so. \n\n\"As long as you wish, Kotori-sama. There is... Nowhere else I would choose to be.\" The last words were offered with something of a gesture of comfort. It was truth, and truth was a precious coin among the Scorpion. Inadvertently, a truth of hers had been revealed, and so he traded one of his own. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Had her mind been clearer, Kotori might have responded to Masaru's stark honesty with a playful smile and a waving off of such flattery, but given her current addled state she just looked up at him, doe-like and gentle, another little blush rising in her face. \n\n\"You are very kind, Bayushi-san. I am again very grateful to you.\" \n\n\"This doesn't happen with any sort of regularity. Sometimes it just... The only warning I get is that my ears begin to ring and my vision goes grey.\" While probably unnecessary, she could not help but offer up excuses and explanations, even though he hadn't asked for any. \"\n\n\"I meant to ask for how long you have been working at delivering such impressive strikes.\" Once again using his arm for assistance, Kotori sat upright, the fingers of her other hand pressing to her forehead. After another moment, she began to get to her feet, hands held out for balance.\n\n\"I hope this will not color your opinion of me in a negative light, Bayushi-san.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "\"It will not colour my opinion of you in any way that is negative... But neccessity drives me to ask if you would like me to lead you back to *Your* Quarters,\" He says as he remains nearby, continuing what help is required.\n\nSpeaking low, still, even now in private he addresses her question. A return to normal ground, perhaps. \"Nearly all of my life, Kotori-sama. I don't recall a time, to tell the truth, when I did not hold a sword. First wooden, then iron, and now... The katana. You may find it amusing... The real reason I write poetry.\"\n\nHe smiles once more, remembering - and sharing - a fond memory. \"As I trained, the poets' studio was the farthest room from the training grounds. When I needed to... Be elsewhere... It was to there that I retreated. Never for long,\" He hastened to add, \"But just long enough to find the appeal in ink as well as steel.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Yes, I think that may be the best thing. Besides, your quarters are on the way to my own, so your escort shall serve two purposes.\" She smiles very softly, taking small, slow steps as she did. Once or twice, she staggered and grabbed onto Masaru's sleeve; she smoothed it out immediately after to remove the wrinkles. \n\nRetracing their steps took almost as long as the trip to the training hall, and yet, it seemed it was not the same path at all. There were different artworks, albeit the halls themselves all looked similar.\n\n\"Iron? Goodness.\" Kotori tried hard to imagine the weight of swinging a metal pole, executing the countless practice swings demanded of swordsmen. \"I shudder to think how exhausting that must have been to wield, and how painful upon contact.\" \n\n\"I think such a reason carries a melancholy poetry of its own.\" Kotori commented softly at his explanation, \"Is there a particular form you favor over others?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru thinks back to the long hours enduring the training that would hone his muscles to the point where they could deal such deadly blows. They were grueling, indeed. \"The skills gained came at a price, and it was one I was certainly willing to pay. It has brought me here, to this new place and this new role. Well... The role is new, at least.\" \n\n\"For form... I favour *Haiku* As I rather briefly demonstrated in our first meeting. But I also enjoy *Tanka* And... With a suitable partner, *Renga*, if you know of the form. How delightful it is to talk of this form rather than others!\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"*Renga* Is challenging but rewarding. The hearts and minds of the composers must be in harmony.\" She smiled again at his expression of pleasure regarding the discussion of his more artistic pursuits. \"I appreciate the skill and beauty of haiku, but perhaps it is the musician in me that enjoys the longer forms.\" \n\n\"I suppose haiku are similar to trying to convey all the depths of a song in just a few notes. Of course, I know they are not the same.\" A breathy laugh escaped her as they turned a corner in the seemingly endless halls. \"I hope to hear more of your poetry in the future, Bayushi-san.\" \n\nShe then stopped in front of a set of doors and slid them open. The chamber within was spacious, fresh tatami mats laid out on the floor and a wide window allowing ample light in through the paper partitions. There were standard furnishings provided—a table, desk, a number of cushions, and so on—and his luggage had likewise been carried in.\n\n\"These will be your chambers, Bayushi-san. My room is just a bit further up the hall.\" She gestured he enter. \"The bedding is in the closet and a servant will lay it out for you, should you so desire. Do you notice anything lacking? If so, please tell me so we may have the deficiency remedied.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "The samurai takes a look into the room, seeing his sparse luggage, the comfort of the room and nodding in appreciation. \"This will do nicely; it is most generously appointed. If there is anything I need, I shall certainly let you know. You have been a most gracious host on this most... Eventful evening.\"\n\nWith that said, he turns his attention back to a previous line of conversation. \"Perhaps, we might collaborate soon on a work, when our respective duties allow. I know this had been a treasured respite, but I fear upon the morning's light, I will need to attend to the matters of security.\" \n\n\"But for now though, will you still allow me the honor of seeing you to your room?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Of course, Bayushi-san. We also must take an evening for moon viewing.\" \n\nShe barely managed to contain her sigh of relief when Masaru declared his room suitable. With three news arrivals in such a sort span of time, it had been something of a mad rush to make sure everything was ready to receive the newcomers. \n\nShe waited patiently until he had the chance to give his room a quick inspection before she stepped back out into the hallway. Three doors further down and on the opposite side of the hall Kotori stopped again. \n\nUpon the opening of the door, Masaru might catch a glimpse of the feminine domain of the little Scorpion. Several musical instruments—all of a string variety—were arranged on stands; stacks of paper were piled on the low desk, presumably music; there was a painting scroll depicting fiery red maple trees hanging upon one wall; and the whole room smelled vaguely spicey-sweet, like cinnamon and vanilla and orange blossoms. \n\n\"Thank you for seeing me back here, Bayush Masaru-san.\" Another sweet, albeit tired smile settled onto her lips. \"I feel much safer knowing you have joined us.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "He smiled once more, below the mask, and bowed. \"And thank you for a most enjoyable night.\" He begins to turn, and then turned back. \"It occurs to me... That if you should feel... Uncomfortable... Again as earlier this evening, it would be wholly appropriate for me to investigate. I will remain vigilant. Until next we meet, Bayushi Kotori-sama,\" He says, turning to return to his quarters.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"Thank you, Bayushi-san. I wish you a pleasant evening.\" Kotori bowed politely to Masaru before she stepped inside, offering up one final smile before their encounter ended. \"And... I shall bear that thought in mind. Good night.\"\n\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "|| I thoroughly enjoyed as well! Thank you"
}
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{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Spring was definitely in full effect. The mornings were still pleasant enough, just a bit cool, and warming up steadily throughout the day. Some flowers were already in full, blooming splendor, and others, like the beautiful dripping wisteria, would soon be unfurling their petals in all their stunning glory. As was expected, the embassy was in absolute perfect order—everything was spotless and tidy, inside and out. The paths had been painstakingly cleared, the greenery pruned. \n\nThe little Scorpion herself was likewise in her most presentable form. Her furisode bore the striking colors of their clan, accented with white and gold, the epitome of elegance even if it was worn in a more provocative styling with the collar opened wide to expose her clavicles and part of her shoulders. The dangling jewels on her mask glittered in the sunlight whenever she turned her head; the numerous hair ornaments she wore jangled softly, catching the light with almost blinding brilliance. \n\nIf she was to be something of the public relations and good will representative of the clan, it was important that Kotori pressed her most striking asset to full potential, and that asset happened to be her striking appearance.\n\nDainty hands remained clasped lightly before her as she awaited their newest arrivals. It was unfortunate that Yuto was unable to be present, but his duties were many and required his attention. The little Scorpion was happy to step in and assist in the welcome. \n\nHearing the rattling of carriage wheels, she turned her vulpine gaze towards the gates and waited.\n\n\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*Shosuro Kaze fanned himself lazily as he walked into the palace. As a Shosuro it had rankled to learn that a Bayushi was placed above him in the Clan's hierarchy here. Not so much that it would affect his performance, of course, but enough that he felt the need to lodge subtle protest. That need would have been enhanced had he known that he would not be his superior greeting him, but rather a courtier given the task, as if his arrival were something of lesser import that could be delegated to a more junior official. Kaze was a Scorpion and he would do his duty, but the beginning of this assignment did not feel right to him.*\n\n*His protest was a small one, of course, and subtle. He strode into the palace grounds with a more confident posture than was truly appropriate given his circumstances, and his manner of dress hinted at his displeasure too, in failing to present himself so formally as he would have done otherwise. Kaze's hair and kimono were both loose, the former framing his black, gold, and crimson mask and the latter managing to stay bunched in some places to threaten to slip away in others. The attire looked very comfortable, though, and perhaps as a testament to the quality of the clothing it never did reveal anything. It carried only the promise of inappropriateness but never quite went further.*\n\n*Upon reaching Kotori he acknowledged her with a slight tilt of his head, before bowing appropriately for a superior; not that he was sure that's what the woman was, but she was no doubt acting as representative of this 'Bayushi Yuto' who held prominence in the Shosuro city which the other Clans thought to claim. His stomach churned at the notion, but none of it carried through in his voice.* \"Ohayo Gozaimasu, Bayushi-sama. I am Shosuro Kaze, and our masters have deemed it wise that I be stationed here. Meeting you here this morning is a singular experience,\" *He offered, words polite and pleasant, but ultimately non-commital.*"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru had ridden in contemplation on the entire carriage journey. The trip had been strange, at once familiar and at the same time achingly different. He had left here last as a mere child, untutored in the art of war that would become his companion in adulthood. Certainly when he was last in the city things were... Different. A difference in leadership that was difficult to countenance. He thought to bring out his small book, and this he did, making a few marks of notes on the color of the sky and other idle whims as he rode. Until the carriage ground to a halt. He gathered his things and strode off the carriage.\n\nHis kimono was arrayed tightly, girded for respect to his superiors here, long hair hanging in a rakish manner down his back. It was unkempt, but in a carefully chosen display. His robes were flowing, concealing the shape and contour of his limbs in an effort to obscure assessment of his capabilities. He made sure his katana was clearly displayed; it was this he was here for.\n\nHe saw the other man walk in and followed him at some distance so as not to appear to be following at his heels. As the man finishes speaking, he does as well.\n\nHe bows low with respect to the delicate woman before him. \"I have likewise come to serve our clan here, Bayushi-sama,\" He says, words coming from below a soft black mask. \n\nHe turns to face the other man, to whom bows appropriately but no further. \"Shosuro Kaze-san; it is good to meet you.\"\n\nHe turns back to the woman, angling himself to speak politely to both. \"I am Bayushi Masaru, and for my part I was ordered to bear my sword to service here.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Today might have been the first and only time the Magistrate was late, believing he had more time between the investigation and coordinating temple plans. While these things were coming together positively, the fortunes had not blessed his punctuality, something he cursed himself for. Luckily he wasn't too late, falling in behind the new arrivals as they already entered the palace. Taking the haste out of his step, he made himself to the group of others with a moderate pace. \n\nEntering the building, the others would have seen the towering scorpion donned in standard clan colors. If it weren't for his clothes they may have thought some Hida was making a poor attempt at being a Scorpion. Unfortunately for them, Yuto was the real deal. A silk veil covered the lower half of his face, with his hair done up in a topknot, letting the rest of the hair fall and decorate his Haori. \n\nBefore he greeted the newly arrived agents, he gave an affirming nod to Kotori who stepped in. Assigning her station near the palace was certainly beneficial when things like this happen, maybe having her be a backup wasn't such a bad idea... Shaking his head he turned to Masaru and Kaze, having already read letters of their arrivals and files of their person. \n\n\"I hope your journeys were smooth, welcome to Ryoko Owari Toshi, Bayushi Masaru-san, Shosuro-san.\" Despite his stature the man spoke in a small meek tone. Shifting a glance back to Kotori, \"I take it you and Chinatsu-san have prepared somewhere for us all to commune?\" He inquired. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "*Of course* Both would arrive not only on the same day, but at the same time. \n\nFortunately, Kotori had prepared for this possibility. \n\nWhen both men approached, she made a silent assessment of the two. The one to arrive on foot, Kaze, seemed slightly bedraggled; in fairness, maybe he'd had a long journey. Masaru, who had arrived by carriage in a manner not terribly dissimilar to her own, looked a bit more put together. Her expression remained welcoming and gentle, almost sweet, as she bowed in return to them both.\n\n\"Welcome Bayushi Masaru-san, Shosuro Kaze-san. I am Bayushi Kotori, and it is my pleasure and honor to welcome you to the palace. Rokugo-sama is slightly delayed by his magisterial duties, but will be available to greet you personally soon. Please, follow me.\" She paused just a moment, her smile growing slightly playful as she looked at Kaze. \"Perhaps in time your judgment of our meeting will shift from merely singular to almost pleasant.\" \n\nShe then led them both inside, and fortunately, Yuto was approaching from the other direction. Dutifully, the little Scorpion stepped to the side to allow the men to better greet and assess one another. When asked about a meeting place, she dipped into a ladylike bow, flashing a genuine smile. \n\n\"Of course, Rokugo-sama. A reception room overlooking the east garden has been prepared with refreshments for you and our new arrivals. Quarters have likewise been readied for Bayushi Masaru-san and Shosuro-san.\" She looked in the direction of one of the winding halls of the palace, those halls that always seemed filled with shadows. \n\n\"Do you wish me to attend, Rokugo-sama? Whether pouring or playing music, you need only impart your needs.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*Kaze offered a smile, but it was a perfunctory thing; it was a bare crinkling of the skin about his eyes behind the mask that concealed most of the rest of his face. Those eyes were expressive though, and intense. Not to mention alert, taking in details as readily as the tilled soil would soak up a timely rain.* \"Rokugo-sama,\" *He said politely to the Magistrate, though in keeping with his feelings on all of what he'd walked into the bow that followed was perhaps a whisker too shallow. Not enough to comment upon, but enough for a practised eye to note.* \"It is good to meet you. And you, Bayushi Masaru-san. Bayushi Kotori-san; thank you for your greetings, but I should add that it is more accurately a welcome *Back* To the palace of my family. I spent some time here in my youth,\" *He added cooly.*\n\n*His eyebrows raised, and he looked around the garden, glancing meaningfully back toward the grand doors.* \"It seems that it has become a rather more cosmopolitan city in my absence. May Bayushi no Kami bless us with the wit to find the opportunities that these circumstances bring.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "saulkx",
"message": "As they walk, Masaru takes in the whole scope of the halls, always surprised and pleased with how powerful the edifice was. It was a shame the Clan had lost it. Almost by instinct, he took a step behind all of the others. He knew no threat would likely dare strike them here, but it would not stop his preparedness.\n\n\"Thank you for your hospitality, Bayushi Yuto-sama. My journey was tolerable enough, though I am glad to be here once more. I too was from this city. It certainly has grown.\"\n\nAs much as he tries to prevent it, Masaru finds it difficult to take his gaze from Kotori. The Clan was wise to keep such beauty as a welcome to their embassy."
},
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The man had a rather bland expression, not having any impression or feeling toward the present Samurai. Bayushi Masaru and Shosuro Kaze had yet to impart positive or negative influence, but this was merely the beginning of their journey in the city together. Yuto gave another approving nod to Kotori as she detailed where they'd meet, till he became confused by the woman's inquiry. \n\n\"Of course, I want you, Kotori-san.\" He spoke simply, \"Now, would you lead the way?\" He let her walk ahead of them all, putting some space between the courtier and the two men. While this wasn't intentional, protective instincts overcame the Magistrate. \n\n\"Whether your time here is a first or repetition, you'll find the city of lies is forever changing. I'm certain you and Bayushi Masaru-san will be useful.\" Reading between the lines, he found it an appropriate response to the Shosuros words. \n\n\"Rokugo-sama!\" A woman raised her voice, and in the distance, a small courier made her way to the group. This was Chinatsu, an attendant within the palace, assigned to Yuto as his servant. She wore plain clothes befitting her station, some would say they were a bit nicer than the average Heimins kimono. A testament to how he cared for his subordinates, however, the most prominent feature was the woman missing her right hand. Despite this disability, she served dutifully. Offering the Magistrate a wooden box that he graciously accepted. \n\n\"Thank you, Chinatsu-san, dismissed.\" He spoke softly as she turned and left. Yutos eyes watched her leave for a moment before turning back to the group. Once they finally made it to the reception room, he placed the box down on the table. After everyone was seated, he formally introduced himself. \n\n\"The display of patience is appreciated and commendable, soon I'll be briefing everyone on an important matter, but first.\" He bowed respectfully. \"I am Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, Magistrate of the Scorpion here in the city, and current coordinator of our agents and assets. The contact for your needs.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*As they walked and spoke, Kaze continued to watch, listen, and develop his evaluations of the three Bayushi. Certainly his manner had been a touch pointed as he lodged his unspoken protest to the circumstances of which he disapproved, but he was here to serve rather than dwell on his own displeasures.*\n\n*Masaru, thus far, gave him little to work with in his assessment. The man fell into a guard's position at the rear of the others, but as of yet Kaze was unsure whether that presaged duty, humility, or merely a desire to watch Kotori's buttocks shifting beneath her kimono as they made their way through the palace. For now, he was assuming that any or all could be true.*\n\n*The woman herself presented a pleasant demeanour. He'd known many Bayushi Courtiers and Shosuro Actors who were eminently capable of such a disarming display, and their targets had been fools to lower their guards. Shosuro Kaze was not such a fool, and so he remained appropriately guarded. The clear skill and charm with which she spoke would no doubt be of use, however.*\n\n*As for the Magistrate, Yuto managed to put Kaze more at ease in his initial impressions. The professionalism with which he spoke even when Kaze deliberately let his own falter to make his point was something that the Shosuro found respectable. As was the strangely jarring contrast between the man's Crab-like build and his Phoenix-like soft words. Behind Kaze's mask a smile flashed briefly. Of the other Great Clans the Crab and Phoenix were undoubtedly those he found easiest to respect, though he hadn't expected to see their qualities mirrored in quite this combination.*\n\n*And then there was his comment to Kotori. 'Of course, I want you.' It was a loaded phrase worthy of a pillow book, and the fact that it seemed unintentional made it all the more amusing to the worldly shugenja.*\n\n*After hearing out Yuto, Kaze nodded respectfully. His posture had shifted from one which hinted at lazy disinterest or perhaps underlying arrogance to a straight-backed* Seiza *Posture at the table with his head subtly lowered in submission. Yet it was hard to say exactly the moment that the change had occured.* \"Though my role for the Clan often places me in the courts,\" *Kaze explained,* \"My training was as a Wardmaster.\" *A strange thing indeed; the Yogo almost never trained someone outside their own family. Though Yuto's reports on Kaze would no doubt have explained the man's adoption by a Yogo shugenja after his father had been interred in Traitor's Grove for blasphemy against the Celestial Order.* \"I place myself at your disposal in both capacities, Rokugo-sama.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "While the soft and pleasant smile and demure expression remained on her face, inwardly Kotori was rankled.\n\nShe expected such brusque comments from members of other clans, but not her own. It was not often she encountered samurai who met her kindness upon first meeting with such disdain, and it was even less frequent that such reactions bothered her so. This Shosuro Kaze was carefully filed under the category of \"Caution\".\n\nBayushi Masaru, on the other hand, was much more subdued. He spoke less than the other new arrival but comported himself well. He was still firmly in the \"Unknown\".\n\n\"As you wish, Rokugo-sama.\" Kotori bobbed into a small bow befitting both a lady and the situation before she began to lead the group to the aforementioned room. Fortunately, she had turned quickly at Yuto's comment, hoping the faint blush in her cheeks remained undetected. Her hair worn up and collar worn wide did provide an enticing view of the nape of her delicate neck.\n\nThe halls of Shosuro Palace were labyrinthine, and it had taken her a solid week to learn her way around. Even now she would occasionally find another corridor she couldn't be quite certain she had ever seen before. She walked slowly, not only because she was so much smaller than the three men, but also because she wanted Masaru and Kaze a bit of time to take in their surroundings. \n\nAfter a walk that seemed circuitous and yet could not have been so, they arrived at a spacious reception room. The sliding shoji doors were open to allow both a soft breeze and a splendid view of that portion of the garden; a low table was arranged in the center, around which were a number of cushions and arm rests. A tea service was already arranged and waiting; a tray, presumably holding tea snacks lay covered by a thin cloth. \n\nKotori waited deferentually for the others to choose their seats before she settled into the empty space and began the tea preparations. She served each of them in turn, the cup offered graciously with both hands and a polite smile. \n\n||"
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"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru follows the assembled company in silence, taking in the sights of the palace as he finds his way to the garden where the tea service is to be found. He found himself wondering about the wardmaster. He knew something of that magic, but also knew it to be the domain of the ill-fated Yogo family. There were interesting layers to this Scorpion, but... Why would their not be? Their clan was meant to be layered.\n\nThe Magistrate... Was also intriguing. A towering figure, it was scarce to believe he was not on the Wall, not that he would ever dream of the thought, nor did he mean it negatively. It was a positive; strength and raw power was unexpected amongst his clan; it would serve to throw their enemies off.\n\nAs he selected his seat, he did so in such a way as to be able to clearly see the three Scorpions who were with him. When Kotori reached out with the cup, he accepted it with both hands, fingertips for a moment grazing those holding the delicate cup. He spoke, his voice not that of a trained orator, but the words hoping to make that not a matter.\n\n\"A pool of water\nBeauty between softened stones\nThe stones draw my eye\"\n\nHe smiled behind his mask after delivering the poem, lowering a gentle bob of his head in acknowledgement of the tea to accompany the poem."
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*Kaze was beginning to place a little extra weight upon his buttocks theory of Masaru's positioning.*"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "As they all sat down and became situated, Yuto opened the box. Inside was his personal chop and some writing material, while it was rather rude to write while in his briefing with the two, Yuto was a busy man. When Kaze spoke of his role in court he flicked an eye upward for a brief moment, knowing he was a Shugenja from his file. It wasn't impossible for one to do both, but it did raise some suspicion. \n\n\"Here in Ryoko-Owari-Toshi, our Clan has many pursuits, you'll find your varying talents will be exercised to the fullest during your services here.\" He spoke with his words layered in meaning, letting that sit before transitioning to Masaru. \n\nWithout surprise but much disappointment, he witnessed the Bushi trying to woo Kotori. Yutos face was unwavering, as he began brushing ink within a scroll. \n\"A storm of swords, \nA single flower, \nIn my heart a blade, \nMy hand reaches for the petal.\" \n\nAfter he delivered the poem his eyes shot back upward to Masaru, a sharp glance that essentially told him to focus, not wanting to deter the tension or the room. Before too much time passed he spoke once more: \"Bayushi Masaru-san, I'd like to speak with you on your file. Based on your skillset you seem a favorable duelist, you're probably preference suiting to be a Yojimbo. Though there is some repute in your experience with strategy. I would like to hear more from you on this.\" \n\nIt was then he raised a hand to Kotori, gesturing for her to sit beside him. Offering a hand if she needed it. While the Magistrate was kind, this seemed a formality for a test. \n\n||"
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*The Wardmaster allowed himself a small smile at the Magistrate's poem. It seemed that his own eye was on the courtier now seated beside him. That, of course, only made her seem more dangerous in Kaze's esteem, and ensured that he was more inclined to avoid entanglements of the heart with this Kotori.*\n\n*Otherwise, his gaze moved to the other Bushi, whom it seemed was now being invited to elaborate on his own skills.*\n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori fit her small hand into Yuto's much larger one as she settled onto one of the cushions, every gesture elegant and graceful. It was unlikely the men had any appreciation for how heavy a layered kimono could be, so the offered hand had been a welcomed aid even if it was a violation of decorum. She withdrew almost immediately; after all, she had a duty to fulfill.\n\nWhen fingertips brushed Masaru's her smile turned shy, eyes flicking from his face down to the table. Goodness, and then poetry, not only from the new arrival but Yuto as well? She kept her eyes lowered modestly, willing herself to keep from blushing. She was not immune to flattery, after all, and being the presumed inspiration of impromptu poetry *Was* Quite flattering. The whole business left her feeling a bit dizzy for a moment. After serving tea to them all, she folded her hands in her lap and merely listened.\n\nIt seemed the cool one, Kaze, was a shugenja. The was a bit of a surprise. The meanings behind his veiled words made it seem like he'd have been much more comfortable in court. Perhaps some kami responded favorably to such brusque interactions. How Kaze and Tomura might interact with one another was a potentially frightening thought—they might get along swimmingly, or they might immediately begin to plot the other's demise. \n\nThe poet, meanwhile, was not only a bushi, but a duelist. She had not anticipated that, either. The palace was ever full of surprises, these days. That brought another small smile unbidden to her lips. \n\n||"
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"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru watches the scene unfold. Protectiveness? Interesting. That was something he had not fully expected. He might have been compelled to continue his focus on the diminutive Scorpion, had not the question come from the Magistrate. He let his attention come back to the substantial Scorpion.\n\nHe nodded, deferentially. \"Though my boldness may shame me, I find no shame in truth. I am a skilled duelist, and there are few to best me. The majority of my training and my service thus far has been to assert the truth of our courtiers with my blade. I have trained in war, as is my duty as a bushi of our clan, but my skills are honed for a different venue.\" He did not boast as he spoke; to the contrary, there was a small measure of apology that he was not more skilled at warfare and command."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Scoffing as he could tell the poetry clearly didn't get a point across, Yuto listened intently to the man speak. It seemed the Scorpion was sending another duelist, however, he needed more than a mere Yojimbo in his ranks. Putting the first scroll aside, he grabbed another, beginning to write based on what Masaru told him. A duelist trained in some war but not as seasoned, just perfect. However, he'd still prove useful. \n\n\"So, Bayushi Masaru-san, your skills will be useful indeed, but I hope what I'm to inform you of doesn't discourage. Many of my agents here either possess a Yojimbo or do not require one, however, for important meetings and endeavors I can rearrange you wherever needed.\" \n\nReaching for his teacup, the Rokugo didn't just sip but rather slammed it down. Drinking the hot tea in one gulp before placing it back down, he wasn't bothered by the temperature. After drinking he took a deep breath. \n\n\"I would like to appoint you as head of security of the Shosuro Palace and various establishments we Scorpion still own around the city. We have Ashigaru who could also use some training and preparation for potential emergencies. While I'm aware you aren't as seasoned in battle and commanding soldiers, I'm certain your skill can rub off. Would this be favorable to you?\" \n\nHe gave Kaze a glance, they'd have to have a conversation in private, for now, Yuto focused his attention on Masaru. Shifting his eyes to Kotori, \"Kotori-san, I'm certain you'll appreciate some extra security for the Scorpion Gardens, yes? I trust you'll make sure Bayushi Masaru-san and the Ashigaru beneath him are well taken care of.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*Kaze sat without comment, his* On *Intact as he listened and wondered. Did Yuto know who he was? What his real duty was? A question for quieter company to be certain, which was just what Yuto seemed to be trying to arrange.*"
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"message": "\"The gardens are beginning to see more traffic as the weather warms. Additional security would not be remiss.\" Kotori spoke quietly, everything she did unobtrusive and meant to soothe and comfort. She moved aside Yuto's now empty tea cup to allow him more space for his writing, even checking that enough ink had been prepared.\n\nLooking from Kaze to Masaru, she placed her fingertips on the teapot in silent question as to whether or not they should like a refill, vulpine gaze flicking from one man to the other as she waited for some indication of their wish. \n\n||"
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"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru nods in response to Yuto's command, deferentially. \"No harm will befall what is put in my charge as the head of security, Bayushi Yuto-sama.\" \n\nHe does not with a slight tilt as well to the silent question proffered by Kotori's touch to the tea, and moves to receive the tea. \n\n\"Will Bayushi Kotori-sama be good enough to show me around my new areas of responsibility?\" He deliberately phrases the question so as to allow for Yuto to give the response but offer no slight to her decision either."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Masaru didn't seem to protest the decision to make him Chui, he seemed a fine warrior. Organizing their Ashigaru and keeping a record would be important, Yuto couldn't stretch himself too thin. There was some relief knowing this influx of Scorpion had merit, seeing as he was given his assignment and wanted alone time with Kotori, Yuto found what came next appropriate. \n\n\"It will take a while for you to settle in as Chui, taking control of the Ashigaru, and becoming familiar with the palace, gardens, and city. I'll meet with you at a later time Bayushi Masaru-san. Bayushi Kotori-san, would you like to show him around the palace? I'd like to speak with Shosuro Kaze-san, alone.\"\n\nDespite it being a request, Yuto meant it as a polite dismissal of the two. Now he had another person to worry about, Shosuro Kaze let off a bit more than what was perhaps intended. The written file Yuto received was vague, perhaps the man could paint a picture for him. \n\n\"Shosuro Kaze-san, you won't mind if I keep you a little longer now, would you?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*Kaze's* On *Was impenetrable as the conversation unfolded into these later stages. Gone was the subtle swagger with which he'd entered the palace. Gone, indeed, was all trace of emotion. How much of the edge in his first impression had been deliberate? He hadn't shown the same tendency toward following his other baser instincts - assuming, of course, that women were his target of choice for those. Though Yuto was a pretty man, and Kaze certainly hadn't swooned in that direction, either.*\n\n*He gave a subtle and appreciative nod toward Kotori when she offered a refill of tea; though he hadn't been so eager as Yuto to finish his, it was done by now. As he nodded he closed his eyes, as if to make the gesture deeper than the small motion he showed. They remained closed until he raised his head once more and returned his attention to Yuto. He was quite sure what the upcoming portion of the conversation would be about, now.*\n\n\"I would be delighted to enjoy your company for a while longer, Rokugo-sama.\""
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The little Scorpion nodded to Yuto with a demure smile. She knew she was being told to leave, and to take Masaru with her. \"Of course, Rokugo-sama.\"\n\n Before she stood, she refilled Kaze's cup; for a fraction of a moment, she caught his gaze, and her own was colored by... Concern? Worry? The expression had been so brief it was hard to say exactly what look she'd given him, even for Kotori herself. What it had *Not* Conveyed could be discerned at least, and that gaze had reflected no warning, no suspicion, no anger. \n\nBut, the moment had passed, and she carefully got to her feet, giving her furisode a little shake once she'd risen. She bowed to Yuto and Kaze both, before turning her smile on Masaru.\n\"Let us begin with the palace, Bayushi-san. Allow me to show you to your chambers.\" Once at the door, she slid it open and stepped through, waiting for Masaru to follow. \n\nWhatever Yuto had to discuss with Kaze was not for her ears, and she was grateful to be given reprieve. \n\n||"
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"author": "saulkx",
"message": "Masaru dismisses himself from the two men, nodding to each and rising, straightening his attire and ever so slightly adjusting his katana so it hung just right were he to need it. \"Bayushi Yuto-sama; Shosuro-sama; it was good to meet you both.\" \n\nHe takes a step to fall in behind Kotori, eyes already flicking around to try to recall every contour for when he took up his duties fully."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "With the two now dismissed, he could get on to the next phase of this meeting. Shosuro Kaze seemed to give face just a little, meaning Yuto's hunch was correct. It was risky to take such bold actions, yet one's gut instinct persisted. The man was more than a mere Yogo Wardmaster, there was something else to him. Yuto having been in the city for quite a while met his fair share of Shugenja, even working alongside them. Now that they were alone, Yuto placed his file onto the table, giving it another read. \n\n\"You have much experience for one so young Shosuro Kaze, you're not much older than I am, I'm impressed by your track record. The clan will certainly make good use of you here in the city of lies.\" Yuto said, \"I would like to appoint you as our Spiritual Head in the clan, more professionally known as our Temple Overseer. The Bayushi, Shosuro, and Stoic Boulder Temples are all assets we can make use of. There's much information to be acquired from the temple district of the city, I hope you are up to the task.\" He spoke firmly despite having such a meek tone. \n\nHis stare suggested there was more, a sharp gaze that almost looked through the man. The faint diplomatic smile he wore fell clear, as he addressed the man once more: \"Now that we've gotten the cover taken care of. Why don't you tell me why you're really here, Shosuro Kaze-san.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "\"By the will of the Kami, I will serve as the Clan directs,\" *Kaze said, his own tone giving way to a little airiness in response to the Rokugo's firmness in assigning his tasks. It gave him a vaguely monastic air, as if he were quoting some obscure scripture of the Tao. The ability to present his intentions as just slightly otherworldly was one that Kaze had cultivated, aided by his role as a shugenja. Many people expected it from him, after all. Yet Yuto's stare kept him from going further, or asking anything more about that task for the time being. It was a silence that was rewarded with the most pertinent question of the day.*\n\n*The question hung in the air for a moment before Kaze bowed his upper body toward Yuto in what seemed to be a somewhat apologetic fashion.* \"If you will excuse me for just one moment, Rokugo-sama,\" *Was all that he said before rising to his feet. He went to each of the ricepaper doors and closed them fully. It was hardly the most secure precaution for their conversation, but the Shosuro seemed to find it important. The reason he saw it as such was lent some clarity when a moment later he pulled a strip of paper from within his silk haori sleeve. It was near as wide as his palm, and a little over twice that as long, and upon the surface there was drawn a complex mandala in a practised hand. Several seemingly unrelated kanji occupied the corners in small script.*\n\n*Kaze placed his hand firmly upon the frame of the exit, up high. The paper stayed behind where he pressed it, and the ink that made up the symbols flared a pale blue before fading to fiery indigo and finally returning to the darkness of the ink in which it had been drawn. With that, the wardmaster turned back to the table and in two steps rejoined the magistrate, settling into place as easily as if he'd never risen at all.* \"That should ensure our privacy,\" *He said, apparently concerned for who might overhear even here in the beating heart of his family's territory.*\n\n\"I don't mean to avoid your question, Rokugo-san,\" *Kaze said, switching the honourific now.* \"But to give it context. Do you know the history of this city in the 8th century? Of the city being taken by force?\" *He was referring, of course, to the Bloodspeaker army which had marched through the territory with the aid of countless undead.*\n\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Watching keenly as Kaze secured all the exits and places one could eavesdrop, Yuto raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Certainly this secret was confidential if the hushed lips within the palace couldn't know of it—just what was he hiding? Both hands rested in his lap, though his suspicion did make him bawl a fist in anticipation. \n\nOnce he reached for his sleeve, an instinct shot through his spine, but Yuto knew the man wouldn't try anything—not now anyway. Once he saw the paper, his curiosity drowned the warrior impulses beckoning him. A Ward; Yuto couldn't say he was the most knowledgeable of them, but he knew when one was being cast. Soshi Sayako displayed an underhanded use of the Kami's magic, had Kaze intended to do the same? \n\nAs he returned to his seat, the Rokugo gleamed the room, on guard and eccentric. This Shugenja certainly had a lot of explaining to do. The inquiry about the city's history wasn't amusing, and assuring their privacy to ask questions wasn't a good way to start. \"I've dabbled into the citys many stories a few times, you'll have to remind me. You didn't ward our conversation to merely ask me about accounts of the past. Take your mask off and speak.\""
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*The Magistrate seemed irritated by the turn Kaze had taken. Or was it the shift of honourific? A split-second's consideration told him it was not so; there had been a tension in the larger man's body when he'd turned around from placing the ward. Kaze guessed that it was simply the sharpness of the shift, perhaps combined with the lack of an immediately clear answer. The request to remove his mask, though? That was presumptuous, even for a superior. There were Scorpion who forgot the look of their own faces, for lack of removing their masks save to sleep. The mask remained on his face, though the Shosuro tried to comply in spirit, relaxing his posture somewhat and speaking more plainly.*\n\n\"Mid-way through the 8th century this city was taken by an army of maho tsukai and their undead servants. There are those even in Rokugan who serve the Ninth Kami, and Jigoku. Those who seek power at the cost of their own soul, and others'. Our Clan learned this lesson with the loss of Ryoko Owari centuries ago, and since then there have been a small number of Scorpion secretly appointed as Magistrates with the task of seeking out enemies of the Celestial Order within Rokugan itself. Like my master, who captured my father and bound him in Traitor's Grove for his sins. When he retired, his duty was passed to me.\"\n\n*Kaze watched the Rokugo carefully. He was looking for any signs of recognition, or alarm. Anything that might hint that he should consider Yuto a target or suspect. After all, his own father had fallen to the allure of dark sorceries; Kaze could not and would not trust anyone implicitly. It was what made him as effective as he had been to date.*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Listening to the man's story, this bit of history sounded somewhat familiar. Anyone who dug enough could find this account in the old books, Yuto didn't have the time or real desire. Kaze was certainly a unique individual, seeing as he briefed a lesson in history he didn't make a fuss over not taking off his mask. Rather Yuto tapped the table with a finger a few times, as if gesturing to focus.\n\n\"So you're one of these special few individuals hm? You travel, look for leads to find and destroy those that verse themselves in Maho. The Kuroiban I think they're called, yes?\" || Lore: Scorpion 4 with an organization emphasis to demonstrate he's heard of their existence || \n\nHe collected himself, choosing not to write any of this on paper, some secrets could only be whispers and thoughts after all. Details of the Kuroiban's interior weren't known, but he's known of the rumors. \n\n\"That leaves the question—what are you doing here? I would take it that you're on a confidential assignment to investigate suspicious activity before it gets out of hand. Or you're sent here to destroy a target.\" He gazed sharply, Yuto wanted to know his intentions. || Investigation 5: Notice || Afterward he placed the files back into his box and closed it, standing up. \n\n\"Whatever it is you're doing here in the city, I expect a report if it intervenes in my Operations. Whether the Kuroiban care or not about our progress here in the city, I do. Arrangements will be made to give you a cover. I have a task for you; if it succeeds you'll be in a better position to conduct your work. Walk with me.\""
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"author": "archermonkey",
"message": "*Internally, Kaze was mildly surprised by the fact that Yuto knew enough to name the Kuroiban. He had always believed that the best approach to take when maintaining his cover was to give enough information that he could go about his duties but not so much that those he spoke with truly understood the nature, scope, or remit of the Black Watch. For the most part that had worked, though on one unfortunate occasion he'd needed to have a superior killed for becoming too curious about matters that did not concern her. To find someone with relatively low status in the Clan who knew enough to know the name from the bare description Kaze had offered was... Interesting. Though immediate instinct caused his suspicions to rise, logic quickly took over; one who had reason to fear the Kuroiban would surely not draw such singular attention to themselves. Still, it gave rise to caution.*\n\n*Externally, Kaze showed no response to the revelation. This was aided by the mask, of course, but more than that he had his* On *Firmly in place with this conversation, and had disconnected his heart from his face as his Shosuro instructors had always advised.* \"The details of my missions are not something that I am able to discuss freely,\" *He told Yuto in an apologetic tone.* \"Not unless they intersect with your duties, and even then only to the extent that is required.\"\n\n\"However, I can say this: I am a Scorpion as well as a Kuroiban. The Clan is in my heart, always, and as a Shosuro this city holds personal meaning for me. I will not see it kept free of Jigoku's taint only to let it become a hub for Gaijin ways,\" *The shugenja explained firmly. And with that he rose, walked over to the frame where he'd placed his ward, and collected it. The paper was folded twice and slipped into his obi before he turned to follow the other magistrate.*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Walking through the halls of the palace, Yuto treads not far ahead, being directly beside Kaze. If he were sworn to secrecy the vassal wouldn't make him break those oaths, there was only hope these confidential operations wouldn't get in his way. Until then, he had another assignment for Kaze. \n\n\"It's within interest to appoint you as Temple Overseer, that district of the city is important and I'm sure there's much information to extract. It'll allow you to connect to others with your talents as well, I currently have one of our Shugenja working on remodeling an old ruined temple anew. You'd be alongside them but I need your talents elsewhere.\" \n\nYuto turned his head toward Kaze, making sure the man was paying attention. He had important information to relay. \"I've made efforts to broker an alliance with the Phoenix, however, we cannot proceed until we rid their embassy of a cat.\" He said almost bitterly, \"Bayushi Tomura, one of our courtiers had taken a visit to the Crane Embassy, Doji Rika implied they knew of our attempts to court the Phoenix. They have someone in their walls listening.\" \n\nTaking a breath he almost turned red, everything they tried had a hole to fill. There was always another ring that cast a flame to jump through, nothing could ever be as simplistic as one hoped. Yuto ought to get used to it. \n\n\" You'll go along with Soshi Sayako, she has skills in underhand infiltration. Capable of even changing her face entirely by beckoning the Kami. You will meet with Ambassador Shiba Iemon and his Karo Asako Sanumo. Personally Hand them letters that enter their hands and no one else, then make sure Asako-san is angrily dismissed. Speak of raiding the Ide Residence and Grand Bazaar. The Karo's 'anger' and your 'plan' will draw the cat out and allow Soshi-san and Asako-san to find them.\" \n\nIt was a long plan but he expected Kaze to remember it word for word. \"Once the cat is found ensure the phoenix keeps them alive. You must find them at all cost, our trust and alliance with our cousin clan demands this to succeed.\""
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "The Scorpion Palace was the jewel of the Noble Quarter, at least the Scorpion seemed to think so. It was a symbol of the Clan, it's power, reach, and the fact the Scorpion *Built* This city, the other Clans had embassies and worth places, but this, this was a *Palace*.\n\nSadly though, this was not a hight point of Scorpion control, so it was more or less a fancy embassy at this point, but that did not take away from it's beauty and splender, indead as the sun ran orange and red from the sunset, it seemd to make the Palace dance with shadows and colors as Lady Sun retreated for the day.\n\nBayushi Tomura waiting outside the palace, his mask only covering the top of his face, giving a view of the youthful and delicate features of his jaw. He wore a crimson and black yukata, with blossoms falling down, althought they seemed to be crimson, as if stained with blood... Or just in the shade of the sun. He waited patiently for his... Guest."
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Rin was getting better at this. Rather than just asking for directions along the way and getting an headache navigating the countless streets of the city, she had studied the map keenly, and managed to find the Palace on the first try! (Okay, third try, but she had recovered very quickly). Opposite to the Scorpion, her clothes were as bright and straightforward as her, flowing yukata in orange tones and a headband to back her red hair. Under her arm, a small book she had brought all the way from home: she had heard incredible things about Shosuro Playwrights, and just to make sure she wouldn't fall off in comparison, she had read this collection of famous plays all over again. It was a mystery how she was able to do this, and then fall asleep two pages In a strategy book.\n\nShe didn't notice her host until she was quite close, occupied admiring the building, but when she realised she was standing in front of him she stopped abruptly and stumbled into a bow. \"Tomura-san, thank you for having me! I've been looking forward to this day!\" She knew her voice was a bit too loud for circumstances, but she couldn't help herself: When her mood was high, so was the tone of her voice.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "'Tomura-san' he smiled at that. First name... This was going to be fun. \"Rin-san.\" He said back, taking it as a sign to say her name, \"Please, your the one blessing me with the joy of your company.\" He offered, guiding her inside, the Palace was a maze of art, heirlooms, armor, tapestries. \"Your light brings much joy to these halls.\" He offered, leading her down a hall. Their where servants scuttling about on one task or anohter, masked bushi and couriters silently going about their buisness. Even when they where alone in a hall, their was a feeling... Of being watched.\n\n\"The play is just starting, I hear the Shosuro have done an amazing job, a new feature, so we'll be among the very first to view it.\" He smiled, looking at her, she was a rather fetching woman, and her hair... Unique, eye catching in it's shade. \"You look amazing.\" He offered, as they walked, a soft noise could be heard, a small grey kitten walked over, and nuzzled itself against her foot. He leand down to pick the cat up. \"I apologize, this is Baka, my assistant.\" He chuckled"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Unaware of the social landmine she had just dodged, she nodded her head and followed Tomura in gingerly. The Palace was... She didn't know how to describe it. The inside was beautiful, of course, her whole village didn't have the value or refinement of a single room in here, but it was all so quiet, like a temple. Had something serious just happened? Or were they just always like this? Either way, she tried her best to muffle her footsteps, as a courtesy to her hosts. \n\nBut Tomura was making it hard. Not only she was going to see a Shosuro play, but it was a *Special* One, something she would be the first to see? She couldn't believe her luck! This assignment could be overwhelming at times, but in this moment she was truly glad to be in the city, witnessing things she otherwise would have never imagined. \"Do I? You look very nice as well, Tomura-san! I like this other mask, shows more of your face!\" The compliment was honest, and yet without an inkling of what it might have entailed. She was just happy she had dressed well enough to impress a true courtier, and she thought the best accessory for a face was a smile. Why the Scorpions insisted on wearing those masks anyway? People might have been more trusting with them if they didn't...\n\nHowever, the purr cancelled such anthropological reflections out of her mind. Her eyes literally shined as she swallowed a squeal, and she raised on her tips to give the cat a better look. \"Oh Heavens, they're *Gorgeous!* Are they male or female? How old are they? Can I pet them?\" She shot out all these questions without a pause, raising her hands tentatively towards the cat. If she wasn't usually the brightest, her brain basically turned to a soft mush at the sight of a cute animal; her own family had several at her home, and for a part of her life they were her best friends.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura chuckled at the reaction to Baka.\n\n\"Baka here is about... A year or two old, he's a baby.\" He sighed, offering him to her to hold, \"I found him on my way here, cold and abandoned by the road, I just had to take him in, if I didn't, who would? He asked, as if the choice to adopt him was obvious. He then lead her to a chamber which held the theatre of the palace, quietly leading her to their seats.\n\nLeading her to their spot, he knelt down on the ground. \"Most of the audience are Scorpion, so that would make you the first Lion, if not outside the clan to witness this play, had to pull some strings for the ok.\" He chuckled, was that the truth, who knows. \n\nThe play started, setting a story of a Lion warrior of the Matsu family, sent to guard an Ikomo courtier on a diplomatic mission, they are set upon my bandits on the way, the Matsu finishing them off, but her charged is killed, however their seems to be a letter implying a Samurai from the meeting they where going to has hired these thugs, thus she continues to find the root of his dishonor, and avenge her charge.\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Her look to the Scorpion as he recounted the tale was one of reinforced admiration. See? She knew he was actually a good guy, Scorpion and all! *Who knows, maybe he isn't the only one like this? They are also samurai under their mask, after all, they just happened to be given an harsh duty.* She resolved to be more open-minded in her dealings with them, feeling very wise for this decision.\n\nHowever, the flame of this intention was almost instantly snuffed as she entered the hall. For once, she didn't need Tomura to realise that all the people in here wore black and red, and that she awfully out of place with her bright yellows. She would have almost preferred if someone directly gave her an ill look, but experienced courtiers could do this thing where they don't actually look at you but it's like they are, and she hated it. Her only comfort in the situation was Baka, whom she had safely nestled between her beefy arms, and she held him like a lucky charm as she walked sheepishly to her place.\n\n\"O-Oh, you shouldn't have, Tomura-san, I don't want you to get in trouble for a whim of mine...\" Now she worried for Tomura as well. For all her philosophical musings, she had grown up with horror stories of the deadly intrigue of Scorpion courts, and for a brief moment she imagined the young man lying in a puddle of blood. Morbid thoughts. Just focus on the play, it'd help her relax.\n\nAnd indeed, it did. In a few moments, she was completely focused on the show, leaning towards the stage as if she was going to fall into it. The actors were up to her expectations, nothing like the spontaneous but unrefined interpreters they had in the province, but so far the plot was pretty common, if the Shosuro considered it a daring experiment it meant the twist was yet to come...\n\nAnd yet, all of these considerations remained stuck in a marginal part of her mind. Her secret to enjoying Kabuki so much was being able to erase the barrier with the fictional world, and live the story from the eyes of the characters, without pretentiousness or prejudice. \n\nIt also helped when one of the characters in question was a brave, honorable hero she could relate to, like the Matsu in question.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Please, Rin-san,\" He whispered, \"It brings me joy to see you enjoying our hospitality... I know we're the subject of some... Vile rumor and slander,\" He said, his voice saddened now, \"I just hoped, prehaps, you could see that we are not all the villains the plays make us out to be.\" He said, gesturing to the play.\n\nThe Matsu indeed had arrived at the conference, where a refined Doji, a wise Togashi, and a suspicious Bayushi. The Matsu knew then and there, clearly the Scorpion was the man who killed her master. She just had to prove it.\n\n\"Yes, their are some... Tactics we use, but all is in service to the Empire, all are so we can live in a world where no one need dirty their hands...\" He smiled brightly, his voice filled with some hope, \"At least, that is my dream.\" He shrugged, then leaned in a tad close, whispering in her ear. \"I do hope... We could be friends, Rin-san.\" He said softly, Baka making a small meow.\n\nIn the play, the Matsu was met by a servant, claiming he overheard some supicous activity, she leaped at the chance to catch the Scorpion, and lied in what. The bandit leader, disguised as a soldier, arrived for payment, and who could it be but he Doji! The Matsu learned it was the Crane who killed her charge, and challenged him to a duel, his Kakita Yojimbo represented him.\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "If some people had a heart of stone, Rin's was made of mochi, so Tomura's saddened tone was more than enough for it to start pumping droves of empathy (so much, in fact, that she completely glossed over the \"Tactics\" He mentioned). She started turning her head to communicate him just that, but he wasn't where she had imagined: instead, he was right next to her, blowing a warm breath in her ear. Involuntarily, she turnt as red as her hair, and stumbled a bit on her answer. \"O-Of course, Tomura-san, we're already friends for me...\" This interaction was weird. Did all city people spoke so close to each other? That almost felt more like flir-\n\n*Nah, what am I thinking, he just said he wants to be friends!* This thought erased completely the realisation that had been surging in her mind, suffocated instantly by her naivetè. Still, she adjusted the collar of her hakama. It was kind of hot in here.\n\nIt didn't take long, however, for her to be sucked again in the play. She had almost been assured this would be yet another play with a Scorpion, a tried and true classic, but the twist caught her off guard. Sure, Lion plays weren't exactly kind to the Crane either, but usually if a Scorpion was on the scene, they were the villain or were helping the villain. In the corners of her mind, she started to realise why this play could be seen as offensive to other clans, even if personally she didn't understand why. It was fiction, so why be so sensitive over it?\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "As the play went on, the Kakita and the Matsu met at sunset, a duel to avenge her charge, her friend. So, as Matsu and Kakita once fought, so too did this young examples of Bushido. It was not quick, they dueled with equal skill, the Kakita almost gaining victory, but Lady Sun reflected on the sword of the Matsu, blinding him enough that she was able to slash his gut, winning victory. The Crane's treachery was exposed and the Matsu avenged her friend. Later, seeking the servant who aided her, the Matsu could not find the young man.\n\nLater, at nightfall, the play showed the lone Scorpion retiring to his room, removing his mask to reveal the servant who aided the Matsu in finding justice, content that he worked in darkness to serve the light of righteousness. \n\n\"Are you allright, Rin-san?\" He asked, his eyes concerned as the play ended and she seemed flustered, \"It is rather warm, mayhaps we can walk the gardens, the sun has gone down and the night air may provide a cooler environment?\" He suggested\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Rin did not answer immediately, still staring at the now empty stage with the look of who's still in another world. A web of wrinkles appeared through her soft face as she tried to fully grasp the meaning of the play: surely it was meant to be celebrative for the Scorpion, no doubt. However, their maneuver had been dishonorable, hadn't it? By helping the Matsu dishonorable they had also dishonored her. But did that still count if she wasn't aware of it? Surely the Ancestors wouldn't punish you for something you weren't even aware of. Overall... She thought she understood better the Scorpion philosophy from when she had started. \n\n\"Oh?\" With a bit of delay, she finally realised that Tomura was speaking to her, and hurried to answer. \"A-Ah, of course, that would be much appreciated!\" Indeed, she was always someone to prefer staying outdoor when she could. Besides, she wanted to chat more with him about the play and it felt inappropriate to do so in a public place.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura stood up and lead Rin outside, the sun had indeed set and the moon provided them with illumination, along with the crimson lanterns that hung above the garden. As he walked he looked at Rin, a soft smile forming on his face.\n\n\"I must deeply thank you for accompanying me to the play, I found it quite thrilling, I did not expect the Crane to play villain.\" He admitted, \"But, I'm curious to your own thoughts on it, Rin-san.\" He cocked his head, following them of course was Baka, when Tomura was in the palace, his cat was never far behind."
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"author": "turans",
"message": "\"No, no, thank *You*, Tomura-san! Were it for you I might have never been able to see such a beautiful play!\" Now that she was out of the theatre, she could finally express all her enthusiasm without embarrassing herself, struggling to contain her strife into a proper stroll rather than a full blown march. \"The Crane as the villain was a surprise indeed, it is unusual In a tragic play... Perhaps it's because the Cranes write most of those?\" She casually expressed a scathing insinuation that would have definitely earned her a challenge was she in presence of any son of Doji. It wasn't meant to be insulting though, as she was simply thinking aloud.\n\n\"But to me a bigger surprise still was the Scorpion in the role of the helper... There's a few plays in which they're the heroes, like *Father and Daughter*, but I don't think I've seen them in the role of supporting the main character. Is this something that happens in real life, Tomura-san? A Scorpion helping while remaining unseen?\" She turnt her large eyes at him, full of childlike surprise. It took quite long, but eventually, she had come around the point of the play.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He chuckled, looking up to the moon.\n\n\"It is... An interesting twist,\" He admitted, walking down the garden path, they were currently alone, save for the cat, the soft sounds of crickets were their primary companions.\n\n\"Their is a saying I'm fond of, that the Crane and the Scorpion are simply reflections of each other, two faces but truths of court... My mother was a Crane,\" He admitted, \"So maybe I'm the whole thing.\" He mused.\n\n\"But in any case... Before I answer your question, please, let me ask, what did you think of the Scorpion, before we met?\" He turned to face her"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Her eyebrows raised. The Crane and the Scorpion... Two halves? She did recall her sensei saying something on those lines, that a Scorpion was just a Crane that didn't pretend to be honorable, but she had always thought it was just one of her cranky moments. \"Well, congratulations then! If you're the whole thing, you have an advantage on everyone else!\" She still didn't understand what exactly he meant, but it seemed like a good thing, so she complimented him.\n\nHowever, his words made her pause. Her cheeks reddened, feeling like she was being accused of something: and yet, to be honest, there wasn't anything she should have been embarassed of. If someone would have asked her, she would have certainly agreed that all Scorpions are villains, but she would only be repeating what she had heard from her kin and seen in plays. Her heart didn't hold any true hatred for them, as she was kind of ashamed of that, since it seemed to her that a proper Lion is angered by a lot of things. She had hoped that visiting Ryoko Owari, the ultimate Scorpion stronghold, could have roused in her the righteous fury she lacked. But now... She wasn't so sure.\n\n\"I... I think the best way I can explain it is that I was confused.\" She murmured softly, looking away. She fiddled with the tie of her obi nervously as she spoke. \"I just couldn't understand why you'd be dishonorable all the time. I mean, we all know of the Celestial Order, right? I couldn't see how you could be aware that you were hurting your dharma and still do what you do... I don't know how I feel about it now. But I think I understand why.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura chuckled, stopping in the middle of their walk and turning to her, he cocked his head and stared into her eyes, an amused smile on his face. \n\n\"Think of it like this, if we are the villains everyone says we are, would the Emperor, in his wisdom, not have us destroyed?\" He pointed out, \"Yes, we use cunning, but everything we do... Everything *I* Do, is for the Empire, for the Emperor, for Rokugan.\" He gestured to himself, \"Look at me, I'm a harmless boy, I'm hardly even an experience samurai yet, what schemes could I come up with, from my glorified desk job?\" He asked.\n\nThen he smiled, leaning in and bringing a hand to her cheek, stopping *Just* Short of touching her, merely hovering beside her.\n\n\"I hope... That one with your warmth... Honesty... And beauty, can see that we don't sting... But we just want to protect.\" He whispered, \"I hope you can see that... Rin-chan.\""
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"author": "turans",
"message": "She blinked: eh, that was a fair point. However, she didn't like seeing him putting himself down like that, so she hurried to speak up: \"D-don't say that, Tomura-san, you're doing great! You're so young and already the chief courtier in Ryoko Owari, and I could never work with papers and administration like you do, I'm sure you could concoct a lot of schemes- Ehm, I mean, if you wanted to.\" She was about to further excuse her inappropriate attempt of a praise, but before she could do that, something strange happened.\n\nShe felt something tickling her hair, and as she glanced that way, she realised it was his hand. Her eyes widened almost comically and she opened her mouth, but before she could say- something he started doing that thing again, whispering when there was no need to conceal your words. She didn't know why, but it made her feel weird. *Beauty? How does beauty even matter here?* She could appreciate his compliments, but beauty didn't seem to match with the rest of the list. Did *She* Have beauty, even? It wasn't an attribute people used with her a lot. Okay, okay, even admitting it was just a misplaced word, why was he close to touching her cheek?\n\nShe needed to find an explanation: at first she tried looking in his eyes for an answer, but suddenly, it was hard to do so, who knows why. *Okay, there must be a reason here. Think, Rin, think. Where did you see a scene similar to this one? Right, in that pillow book when the heroine... Wait! It can't be... Is he...?*\n\n*I get it!* \nHer hand raised, coming close to his- and going straight past it. \"Ah, thank you, I hadn't noticed it!\" She was referring to a strand of hair that had come out of her messy knot, and she hurried putting it back in clumsily. This time it had been close, so so close. But even when could reach it with logic, her complete inexperience in these matters clouded her judgement again. \"I think I will, Tomura-san! I don't know many Scorpions yet, so I can't speak about all the clan, but you definitely look like the protector type! Ah, if only everyone was like you, surely our clans wouldn't fight anymore!\" As she spoke cheerfully, she unceremoniously undid and then remade her bun (even messier than before), not only killing but straight up axe murdering the vibe. However she looked up, realising she had missed something. \"Ah, also, I don't mind being called Rin-chan, just so you don't worry about it Would you like to also call you Tomura-kun as well?\" After all, that was a normal way to refer to friends.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura just blinked under his mask... Where all Matsu this stupid. He just started to giggle... Then chuckle... Then laughed, laughed and laughed.\n\n\"Yes, you can call me Tomura-kun.\" He chuckled, then looked right at her. \"Rin-chan... I'm going to go against centuries of tradition and every instinct in my body as both a Scorpion and a Courtier, and say this frankly so their is no misunderstanding.\" He didn't move his hand from hovering.\n\n\"Your amusing, your genuine, your beautiful, I asked you here as a date, and I want to spend more time with you, frankly I wish I could kiss you now but clearly that's not on the mind.\" He chuckled, finding this so amusing, \"I've been droping hints like crazy, but if this is the way I need to do it, with honesty so be it.\""
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"author": "turans",
"message": "She didn't know what they were laughing for, but his laughter was contagious, so she eventually joined in, her voice ringing way too loud in the empty courtyard. This was fun! They were here chatting, laughing, on a date-\n\n*Oh.*\n\nHer whole body froze, as she finally internalised what he had said. This was a date?! Why had nobody told her? Heavens, her first date and she hadn't even been aware of it for the longest part. Wait, back on track, what should she do now?! She had involuntarily put herself in a scathing situation, possibly dishonoring her name and her family and all that stuff! If word of this came to her embassy, or worse, her cousin...\n\nBut hold on. First of all, how did *She* Feel about this?\n\n\"Tomura-kun...\" She began, and then stopped. Her mind was completely empty, just staring into his eyes as if she could fish out the answer there. \"I-I-I am flattened, b-but I don't have an answer to this as of now... We barely know each other, after all, and a samurai should save themselves for-\" She was about to say \"For marriage\", but then she remembered that all her favourite love stories were essentially based on adultery, and thought it would have been hypocritical of her to say so. \"-I just don't know. You're funny and smart and noble and... Good-looking,\" Her face turnt so red that it almost blended with the crimson walls, \"But right now I can't tell if I feel about you that way. Would it be fine for you to... Wait? Think about this? I don't want to give a rushed answer and possibly ruin our friendship... It would make me very sad.\" Her eyes fell down. Ugh, why did things had to become this complicated? It was so much easier when they were just on friendly terms. Maybe it was her fault? Did she somehow provoke him with her behaviour? But picturing herself as a man eater was so ridiculous that she would have laughed, were it not for the situation she was in.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Under his mask he raised a brow, Matsu where truly some of the most frustrating Samurai in the empire weren't they, but outwardly he simply smiled.\n\n\"Please, accept my humble apologies if I have offended you in any way.\" He moved back and gave a bow, \"Of course, if you would rather us be friends, then so be it.\" He put on a bright smile, \"Take all the time you need.\"\n\nBaka, being a cat, muzzled Tomuras foot knowing the courtier wished he could dissappear into the Shadowlands right now\n||"
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"author": "turans",
"message": "Her heart shrunk two sizes at his apology: suddenly she felt terrible, and didn't know why. Is this what pretty people had to deal with all the time? That sounded terrible. \"N-No, please don't apologise, Tomura-kun! There is nothing wrong with expressing your true feelings, I know it wasn't easy for you as-\" She was about to say \"As a Scorpion\", a thought pattern inherited from her clan, but she stopped herself out of fear of offending him.\n\n \"S-Still, I swear I will take your proposal seriously. Can we keep seeing as, uh... Friends? That way we can know each other better. I am sure this would help both of us making up our mind.\" And who knows, maybe when he'd see just how messy she really was, he'd lose interest. Hopefully. Or hopefully not? Ugh, her head was hurting now.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura raised himself from the bow, looking at her with a slight smile on his face.\n\n\"No, please, It was my lack of communication that brought us here,\" He assured, \"And yes... I do wish to be friends with you, Rin-chan.\" He said, leaning down and picking up Baka, \"I... Don't wish to hurt our friendship, I assure you though, my feelings are not hurt nor my heart shattered, I'm just a tad embarrassed mostly.\" He shrugged, then looked up to the night sky and sighed.\n\n\"I'm not the greatest of men, I'm no warrror, I'm a twig,\" He holds up an arm, showing a lithe and delicate build, \"So... I can understand, why I may not be the kind of person you would wish... To be close with,\" He simply chuckled, \"But if I can be your friend, at least, I would love that.\""
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"author": "turans",
"message": "\"No!\" Her answer was way too loud, reverberating in the empty courtyard like the sound of a song. Immediately her ears turnt red again, but she could have not done anything to contain the vehemence of her answer. Her tone is unusually determined, as if she was sure of what she was saying for once. \"T-Tomura-san, listen to me please. There is no shame in not being a warrior. We all have our gifts, don't we? I was given a strong body, but I don't have much in here...\" She Points at her head, \"...While you do. My ma used to say that everybody fights their own battle: bushi fight against other bushi, courtiers battle against other courtiers, doctors battle against illnesses, even farmers battle against pests and weather to grow crops. Your role is not the important thing, but rather how valiantly and honorably you fight. That is all I care about.\"\n\nFor a moment she falls quiet, having exhausted both her breath and her profundity of thought in her speech, and this pause is enough to make usual clumsy Rin resurface. \"I-I mean, not just in a partner, also in a friend, but what I said also counts for a partner- uh, how about we go back inside? I kind of wanted to speak with the actors, and changing topic could help make things less awkward again!\" She realised too late the last line would have been better left unsaid.\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura rubbed the back of his head and blinked... Maybe he was teasing her too much, part of him starting to feel bad.\n\n\"Of course... And thank you for your kind words, truly.\" He looked back the palace, internally sighing as he was sure this little play would be the subject of palace gossip for the next few days. \"In any case, I'm sure the Shosuro would love to hear what you thought of their project, I heard it's been cooking for few months.\" He smiled.\n\n\"I'm glad your my friend, Rin-chan.\" He said simply, then led her back into the palace, all the while mentally bashing his head agains the wall"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The Shosuro Palace was grand, housing many Scorpion and spaces of work for them inside its halls. Some of those with status and respect had various rooms dedicated to their leisure. Yuto was not one of them. Here in his room, he often reorganized it throughout the day based on his needs. Not only did it serve as a bedroom, but his place of work as well. Typically he'd move things around with the help of the servants afterward. \n\nCurrently, the room was quite desolate. Near the back wall was the rack which held his Daisho. In the middle of the room was a table with tokurri and cups for Sake. Along the side were two scrolls, both were copies of one another. This enlisted a detailed plan he wanted to discuss with the two he summoned. \n\nYogo no Tansaku Kiyo and Soshi Sayako would have received letters of the day and time of the meeting. While he normally would have done a restaurant to appease the Wardmaster, the topic of conversation was confidential. \n\nChinatsu, a humble servant of the palace and personal attendant to the Magistrate waited outside the door. She'd be the one to greet and let them in to begin. \n\n||"
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"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "*Sayako takes her silent steps up into the palace and towards the meeting room. As she reaches the destination, she smoothly transitions into a small bow to the servant waiting outside for her and her soon to be acquaintance. With a smile hidden behind her mask, she addressed the woman,* \"I hope the day is finding you well, today?\" *When motioned to enter the room, she takes one last look around, ensuring she knew where people could enter and exit from out of habit.*\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto was glad to see Sayako come in, one waited patiently for their arrival. There was much to discuss and a lot to break down, he had a special assignment for her. Waiting for the Shugenja to settle in, Yuto had tea poured for her. \n\n\"I'm glad to see you in good health, Soshi-san, the day does find me well. I've been wanting to speak with you about a few things, assigning a duty to you has been a thought of mine since after we first met. Hope you're ready to assume responsibility, I wouldn't want to force you to work so soon after your arrival.\" \n\nHe was sincere, Yuto did care for his subordinates, but in each one, he saw an opportunity. Utilizing them to their strengths is why they were here and the Magistrate would not hesitate. \n\n\"Before you showed me a spell allowing you to switch faces, what else can you do? Can you be perceived with a different height, voice, or something else?\""
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo hated meetings. She didn't see this fact changing in the future. Unfortunately, life is a series of meetings. Discussions, negotiations, plotting, and maybe even some friendly socials. Those last ones were probably the worst most of the time. It's long since she made her peace with her disinterest in participating in these essential human things, but she certainly wasn't going to not complain (mentally) even if she has already resigned to participate.\n\nShe arrived not too long after Sayako, although it was separate enough that she had to wait until Shinatsu finished leading the Soshi to her seat and return before she would be led in herself. While she figured that she could probably walk in herself, she didn't think that was correct for her to do and, most importantly, she didn't really want to. She wasn't given long to delay her entry. Servants have a tendency to rush to serve her, and Chinatsu seemed did not deviate from what seemed to be the norm and hurried to seat Kiyo in the palace room.\n\nShe couldn't say exactly what she expected to hear today, but she imagined that the scroll likely contained a decent amount of it. Seems Yuto understands what Kiyo really wanted in this meeting. Given that the other two had already started the conversation, she figured that she'd be fine to leave them to it and inspect the scroll without giving either of them a greeting. She would respond if met with any words but currently she does not seem to be paying any mind to the rest of the table."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "There was some relief in seeing Kiyo arrive, the Tansaku wasn't too late which didn't bring any impediment. Yuto gave a nod of approval to Chinatsu and turned to look at the fellow vassal. He knew her to be disinterested and unenthusiastic to these meetings, part of him hated calling her for knowing this fact. However, duty beckoned and she possessed the skills he needed to fulfill a proper goal. The Scorpion in the city needed a lot of wins, starting with a small one would have to do. \n\nWhen he saw her eye the scroll, he placed a hand on it and placed it before her to read. It was a copy of the letters exchanged between himself and Matsu Tatsuji, the secretary beneath Otomo Tanimaru: the Overseer himself. \n\nGiving her a few seconds to read it over, he'd then speak to her personally: \"I was going to go and handle the meetings myself, but a few urgent matters are pulling me away. I felt it appropriate to call upon you for this meeting. Getting the temple remodeled into something new with one of the Scorpions as its manager will give us an Edge. It'll also take away funds from another construction plan we don't want to go through.\" He explained. The next scroll he placed before the Yogo was another set of copies. \n\n\"This project should tip the scales in our favor. The temple district demands respect from all, a crumbling temple is a sight not many will want, it will also demonstrate our dedication to the city and ability to solve several problems in one step. I know I promised you the meetings you find frivolous would cease, but I can only be in so many places at once.\" Yuto despite his words and tone couldn't create a remorseful look. A lot of weight was on his shoulders, passing some of it on would be a lot better than falling and breaking the carried stones. \n\n||"
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"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "*Once inside, Sayuki drops to a respectful knee briefly before rising again to speak with her commander and await their companion.\"Thank you, I am glad to see you are well yourself. I appreciate the care I have been quite eager to get started on my duties\" *She moves a bit closer to have a more comfortable conversation while she listens to his further questions and answers them* \"I am able to alter my height In a minor capacity, and further alter my appearance beyond minor facial changes, but it takes more time. I can't magically alter my voice as of this moment, but I did put effort into knowing how to do so naturally, among many of the other skills the kami aid me with.\" \n\n*Sayako smiles with a bit of pride, feeling that Yuto appears to truly appreciate her capabilities. When she hears the door slide open, she turns to face their new guest, and gives them a courteous bow.* \"Would I were more established in the city, I would not mind attending the meeting alone. Hopefully that would alleviate future stresses for you, my Lady.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo quickly read the first scroll. Temple refurbishment? It's about time someone did something about that eyesore in the district. Better yet that someone else was paying for it. What she is not sure of though, is she was the right person to champion the project. Her distaste for others was quite the problematic attitude when meant to seek out cooperation on a project, although this was dwarfed by an additional issue that would come up. Kiyo truly and deeply hated the imperial families, and she wasn't sure she was very capable of hiding her disdain to them. Still... Perhaps she may be able to live with it just long enough to make sure their resources were heading into the Scorpion's pocket. The idea of playing nice did disgust her though. How did courtiers live like this?\n\nShe would respond to Yuto's explanation \"I have some... Doubts... About your selection for this project. I am no diplomat, nor architect, nor a particular expert on the fortunes (she was assuming the temple was for a fortune, as Scorpion religiosity tended to focus more on them). That said, I can do my best to advance our interests.\" An unspoken 'Don't expect much' seems to be appended to that sentence. \"When are these meetings?\" She asked after letting the previous statement simmer for a brief moment.\n\nKiyo had no knowledge of Sayako. Her disposition seemed sunny, which always seemed to grate on Kiyo, and Kiyo's definitely reading some immediate desire for approval from her, and that's probably going to get old quickly. Still she had to concede that a friendly person in these meetings would probably be better than doing them all herself. She would return the bow and give her standard greeting that those who spend quite a bit of time around her are quite familiar with. \"Yogo Kiyo, Wardmaster and one who maintains a few temples in the Temple district.\" The bow is a bit shallow, showing that she assumes that she is higher status, but the greeting has a practiced politeness to it. \"I don't believe we've met. ||It's entirely possible we have and Kiyo doesn't remember|| Having an additional person in those meetings would probably do us some favors.\" She has to suppress a *As you may not have noticed, I'm not exactly a people person*."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Sayako seemed to be in high spirits, something he appreciated. The woman was eager to get to work, and what results she'd bring he hoped would be exemplary. Her skills were suited to a specific situation he had in mind for her. However some confusion came as she believed to be part of the temple project, and Kiyo as well was under this misconception. Yuto sighed. \n\n\"Forgive me, you two are being given different assignments. I'm very short on time so I decided to meet with you both at once.\" He hoped they wouldn't be too upset. \n\nTurning to Kiyo he spoke, \"I know you hate meetings and don't think yourself suited for diplomacy, to tell the truth, I'm running out of hands to extend.\" He signed again, part of him almost felt bad. \"You have a good head on your shoulders, despite not having perfect expertise you possess skills that will serve the temples purpose.\" Yuto was sincere, however, he wasn't sending her in alone. \"Agasha Kokuto, an apothecary and shugenja from the Dragon will be accompanying you to the meeting. She's no strong diplomat either, once you two relay the temples purpose and how it'll be ran, I'm certain they'll favor you over the Mantis bathhouse project.\" \n\nShifting his attention to Soshi Sayako. Her job was an even larger headache, he hoped she could pull it off. \"I'm afraid your task is a bit more dangerous. I need your skills for an upcoming meeting with the Phoenix, there's a spy in there walls who've leaked our meetings with them to the Crane. We've let the Phoenix know discreetly, but we need your skills to dig them out. Shosuro Kaze will be assisting you, holding the meeting while you go in disguise as a servant to see who's listening in.\" \n\nGiving both a quick glance, he rested both hands on the table, almost pressing his weight onto them, but he stayed upright. \"Seeing as you two are Shugenja, I have... Another question, if you know of course.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "frodoandbilb",
"message": "*Sayoshi kicks herself a little mentally for the mix up. Yuto certainly appears quite attentive and she feels she should have known that he would choose a mission more in her skillset. While she is certainly able to handle meetings and bureaucracy, there's usually more of an angle that she is pushing or some sort of deceit than the temple meeting.* \"Of course, sir. My apologies for misunderstanding. You can be certain that we will locate them.\" \n\n*Her mind starts to flood with the possible actions she can take. She doesn't have enough time to embed herself truely with the servants, so there's a good chance she will need to take some risks to uncover who the spy is.* \"Is there any way I can get a look at the meeting location and its surrounding area ahead of time? I should be able to do so undetected and I would like to figure out where they might likely be listening in from. That is assuming that I am correct and my job is to find any spies that are outside the room, as opposed to inside it\"\n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "A misunderstanding? Whatever. So, what did Kiyo need to be doing then?\n\nAh, interesting. Kiyo hadn't spoken much with the Dragon (she had no opinion on the Dragon, it was hard to have one when the clan was as irrelevant as it was). She's sure Agasha Kokuto didn't fall into every Dragon stereotype either, but if she did that meeting was going to be a hassle. \"Sure, I can meet with this Agasha. Anything I need to know in particular about this project?\" ||Assume I know nothing about this plan OOC, because that's pretty close to the truth|| She'd probably ask about Kokuto around the information side of the clan, they might have some useful stuff to tell her.\n\nThe final question is a bit of a puzzle. What did Yuto intend to ask of them?\n\n\"By all means, I can attempt to answer a question.\" She replied."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "With the misconceptions out of the way and assignments being understood, they could now get to making progress. While he would have loved to give her an opportunity to surveillance the embassy, there was no time, nor could they risk compromise. \n\n\"If the spy learns we're onto them, they'll further secure themselves within the embassy. We're already taking much risk going after them, I'm afraid there's no time to heed your request.\" He spoke with a bit of remorse. \"Shosuro Kaze and Satoshi will help you in this endeavor. You won't be alone in this endeavor.\" \n\nTurning back to Kiyo, besides the letters he showed her there wasn't much—although he could reiterate. \"Otomo Aoi sent us a copy of letters, the mantis wishes to arrange a bathhouse in the city. I won't allow them to profit while they court our enemies. Using our request to remodel an old construct in the temple quarter is more noble, designing it to be a bathhouse, apothecary, and clinic will lean purpose into our cause. I will arrange your meeting with Agasha Kokuto-san.\" \n\nAs for his personal question. It would be directed to the two of them, they were both experienced Shugenja with more knowledge than the Magistrate possessed. \"Is there a spell that allows one gifted with the Kami to read the minds of others?\" \n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Hmm. More open ended an assignment than she'd prefer, but she could roll with it. This renovation project would probably look a bit more like her own pet project in that case. The basic direction was something she could go on. The city had a slight shortage of apothecaries, and it might be a way for her to make an even bigger name for herself here, not that she really wanted that. It could also be a nice way for her to make quite a bit of money, she was not in short supply of medical supplies and if she were the supplier, well, it would suit her just fine. Not that a proper samurai should care about money, but Kiyo wasn't very good at being proper anyway.\n\nNow the question about the spell was cause for concern. She didn't expect to hear Yuto ask for someone to use it, Junshin that he is, so it might not be that. She suspected that it was more likely that he was asking about it after the fact. \"Well, there sort of is, it's commonly referred to as 'Know the Mind'\" Kiyo explains, \"It doesn't exactly let you learn what someone else knows, but from what I've read it does let you hear/see what they're thinking at the moment.\" Kiyo decides to give a bit of practical advice on defending from it. \"So if someone seems to be asking leading questions, you'll give them all the information they're probably looking for. Although that would probably be a little obvious if you know the trick of it. There's another downside to it: It doesn't last very long, so if you suspect that someone is trying to pry into your surface thoughts you may be able to delay them out of the spell by taking your time speaking to them. Additionally, and this is always good advice, be wary of talking to shugenja who are known to be strong in air, as this spell requires high air, and air spells are often nefarious. More so than any other element.\" Kiyo didn't care that she was sitting with a Soshi illusionist, it was the truth, and if feelings were hurt because she told the truth about air invocations, so be it."
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The evening fell upon them, and while many would prepare to rest and ready themselves for the next day, the night was just starting for the Scorpion! Ever since he had sent word to the Lion, he had been eagerly working to put together the perfect banquet to knock them off their feet. While this wasn't necessarily a formal occasion he wanted to go all out, hoping to ease tension and establish good relations with his neighboring clan. His request to requisition a large portion of the palace was approved, surprisingly, so there was much anticipation. \n\nMany servants within the Shosuro Palace worked quickly and diligently, cleaning the floors, walls, tables, all to make this visit most enjoyable. Other servants tasked with preparing meals for residents in the palace especially pushed themselves, having quite the long list of dishes to perfect. Haste filled the castle today yet there was a smile on many of the heimins faces, and that usually was not the case. \n\nYuto himself was getting ready, wearing a plum purple nagagi and black hakama. Over these garments was a garnet haori, red always seemed to be in fashion for the Scorpion. While red wasn't his favorite color the man couldn't deny it was an attractive pigment. Draped over the front and back of the Samurai's shoulders was his dark hair, wearing it in a topknot that seemed voguish. After tidying himself up the Magistrate put his mask on, now going to check on the progress. \n\nIn the main dining hall a long brown Zataku table stretched from one end of the room to the other, with Zaisu seats alongside it. The room was filled with ornaments and tapestries, favored by the Shosuro, despite the added flavor it was simple and traditional. While the Heimin usually kept this place cleaned to the tiniest speck of dust, today the palace had much more shine. He wondered if there was a certain reason for it.\n\n\"Excuse me, Bayushi-sama!\" One of the servants approached, bowing as they greeted the man, wanting to bring news. \"Your guests are almost here! Shall we send someone to escort them to the dining hall?\" She inquired. \n\n\"No, I'll do so myself. Will you go and check on the kitchen for me Chinatsu-san? It would be a shame for them to have arrived and the meal isn't ready.\"\n\n He responded gently, despite him making her life ten times better than it was the man felt bad. Chinatsu was the same woman who tried to kill him weeks ago when the Scorpion and Unicorn Ambassador discovered the bandit camp. When she came at him with a spear the Magistrate lobbed her hand right off, but after taking her back to interrogate and being given much cooperation, he extended a mercy. Now she was a servant of the Shosuro palace! Much better than being dead alongside the other rogues. \n\n\"Of course Bayushi-sama!\" \n\nAfter she scurried off the scorpion himself made his way to the entrance of the palace. Tucked in one's obi was normally the man's Daisho, but today he only had the Wakizashi by his side. He waited patiently for the party of Lions to arrive, hoping to see Kitsu Himiko joined with new faces. \n\n\"A great honor it is to have the Proud Lions dine with us tonight! I'm Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, Magistrate of the Scorpion, serving as your host tonight. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.\" \n\nThe man bowed happily. \n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo hated meetings, she hated parties, she did not like gatherings, and yet here she was, at all three of them at once. Life was always so patently unfair. She had made herself comfortable while the hustle and bustle of the setup was going on, she had no intention of being a good host, and it would show. Still, she felt herself necessary for this event, part of her seeing out what Yuto had planned involved her actually be there for a few of these things, and maybe even being helpful during them. Maybe.\n\nShe clearly did not get to choose her outfit today, this one was made of finer silks than she would be caught dead owning, and actually had a pattern instead of being a solid color. The biggest giveaway that it wasn't hers is that it lacked a single ink stain, one constant of her other outfits. Even more non-Kiyo was her hair was done up more than a simple ponytail, and she even wore jewelry, but any attempts to make her wear a mask was met with a hard refusal. Whoever dressed her made sure she at least looked like she was dressed properly for this sort of event. One could suspect that it may have been the work of the attendant that she seems to have brought with her, although Kiyo does not seem thrilled at this arrangement. She would be hard pressed to act like she belonged though, even with the attendant's suggestions for proper etiquette. Perhaps she was meant to contrast with the true host. Perhaps she was just being her usual difficult self. It was likely both.\n\nShe debated just waiting in the dining hall, and not joining Yuto at the entryway to meet the Lion. At a gentle urging at her attendant, she was persuaded to follow him. She would follow up Yuto's introduction with her own much briefer introduction, \"Yogo Kiyo, Wardmaster.\" Meeting them with a bow one would give to an equal. She did not pretend to have any hand in this party. She debated adding 'shall we move to the dining room?' and ultimately decided against it.\n\n||"
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"author": "deimos027",
"message": "In the serene setting of a traditional temple, a graceful figure emerges, moving with the fluidity of a gentle breeze. The samurai named Akechi stands tall, his noble presence accentuated by the beautiful white kimono he wears, adorned with delicate and elegant golden designs that shimmer in the dappled sunlight.\n\nThe patterns on the kimono seem to mirror the intricate flow of the cherry blossom trees surrounding him, creating a harmonious connection with nature. Akechi's movements are precise, reflecting the discipline and mastery he holds as a skilled samurai. His every step exudes a sense of tranquility and inner strength, a testament to the balance he has achieved between warrior and artist.\n\nAs he gazes out towards the horizon, his eyes shimmer with determination, mirroring the golden accents of his attire. The gentle rustling of his kimono adds an aura of mystique to the scene as if nature itself has embraced him as one of its own.\n\nAkechi's presence commands respect and admiration, not just for his formidable swordsmanship, but also for the grace with which he carries himself. The contrast between the pure white fabric and the ornate golden motifs speaks of the duality that lies within him – the calm exterior concealing a fierce and honorable warrior, dedicated to defending those in need.\n\nGiving a humble bow to the hosts of the festivities, as the one named Yuto would introduce themselves with enthusiasm. The other scorpion who greeted them was more direct, surely giving off the aura of being uninterested. Although what truly threw him off was the fact she wouldn't be wearing a mask, unusual for a scorpion — but she did seem quite familiar to the samurai, he just couldn't recall from where. \n\n\"The pleasure is mine, the name is Akodo Akechi. Hopefully, I won't be a bore in today's festivities, wouldn't want one of the attendees to have a miserable time.\" \n\nHe said as he directed his gaze at the the female scorpion; seemingly unable to contain his joy, his face lit up as he beamed with pleasantry while he awaited his Lion brethren. \n\n||"
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"author": "toedeledoki",
"message": "Behind Akodo Akechi appeared a dark being. It contained no color and all hair. Ilu. Besides the giant dog appeared the Lion ambassador. Her heterochromic eyes stared at the lion in front of her introducing himself, giving a glance of *You better don't make trouble or you'll regret it*. A small girl, pure golden hair and some scarring all over her face, hands and whatever skin was visible. Her hairs had been forcefully tied between her in a tail, not that it removed the effect of the grand amount of fluffy hair that had always dangled behind her, but it at least seemed polite. It wore the hairpin that she had received from the previous scorpion ambassador. A small smile grew upon her face as she bowed down. \n\n*\"I am honored to be here. Thank you for the invite.\"* \n\nThe girl stood beside the Akodo now as she made several steps forward. She seemed as comfortable as she had been in the dining place earlier where she and Yuto had crossed paths. \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "Walking up behind the Lion Ambassador, to her left and within her shadow, stalked a serious looking bushi. Her garb was simple when compared to the Kitsu and Akodo. A solid black colour, her clothing was only adorned by the gold threading that proudly outlined the Lion mon on her back, and the mon of the Matsu on her right shoulder. The Matu's daisho was tied on her right, against the natural draw of a blade as a sign of respect for the peaceful dinner this was to be. She did not come expecting violence, but the Matsu was always prepared for it, as any good bushi was. Regardless of where her blades sat, the bushi, clearly identifiable as Himiko's yojimbo for the evening, appeared to exude 'THREAT' without even trying, leaving observers unfamiliar with her often ill at-ease. ||flaw: lounging lioness :P||\n\nHotaru stepped forward after Himiko, offering the Scorpion Hosts a respectful bow in greeting. \"I am Matsu Hotaru, Bayushi-sama, Yogo-san. It is an honor to be in attendance this evening\" She greeted succinctly before stepping back behind Himiko.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "With every arrival the man's face grew brighter, being happy that Kiyo also partook in welcoming the guest. While she wasn't as enthusiastic, Yuto had enough optimism to cover for a whole group of people! He gave a quick nod to the Wardmaster while they approached, first greeting Akodo Akechi. \n\n\"Hah! I assure you your golden presence will not tire, our servants have been working joyfully to prepare this occasion for you all. They've never been more fired up, Akodo-san!\" \n\nHe spoke cheerfully to the man, feeling quite the respectable admiration he boasted. It was rare to see such carried in the city, an honor it was indeed to stand before the Lions. Before he noticed Himiko he noticed the large dog, almost losing face as adulation fueled the man. He had always wanted a dog! But before he could react, Himiko introduced herself. \n\n\"It gladdens me to see you in good health Kitsu-sama, there is much to look forward to!\" \n\nThere was indeed much to look forward to, this banquet was the whole parade, worthy of the Lions to feast on! While he really wanted to ask about the pupper, another Lion had made their presence known. Matsu Hotaru... While her Daisho was on the right, he had no doubt the woman would be able to quickly draw, seeming to be on guard. The magistrate couldn't blame her, but putting the Lion at ease was in his best interest. \n\n\"It's our pleasure to welcome you into our home and serve, an honor it is indeed to have you here Matsu-san. I hope you're hungry, we've prepared many dishes for your satisfaction. But first I must know...\" \n\nBeginning to sound serious with that last line, the Samurai kneeled down as he stared intently. Finally getting to ask the question that's been on his mind. \n\n\"Who is this marvelous little creature you've brought with you! They're unlike anything I've ever seen! So fluffy and precious!\" \n\nYuto was an animal lover, and while the dog was gigantic he was quite a big man. Only being one hair shorter than Akechi.\n\nPutting his hand forward gently, he hoped the dog would let him pet it, having completely taken interest in the animal. Yuto had been wanting a dog, another pet to keep his turtle company while he was away. Was finding a big dog in this land even possible? This surely had to be a mythical creature only the Lion knew how to tame, perhaps it was a lion? Yuto had never seen a Lion other than the Mon of the clan. Of course he'd never admit that, but it was certainly a surprise! \n\n\"I bet you're looking forward to dinner aren'tcha fluffy? Wittle cuties gonna eat good tonight! I'll find a ton of treats for y-\"\n\nHe spoke in a cutesy tone, completely forgetting where he was until remembering. Standing up as he coughed, readjusting his tone to assume a more formal pitch, he spoke once more. Yet the smile never faded, it probably looked weird for a masked Giant to show such an adorable display towards the animal. But he assumed them bringing the dog was admitting they were also pet lovers! \n\n\"Anywho, we've requisitioned much of the palace so it'll be a night spent with us. We'll escort you right this way to our dining hall, the meal should be finished!\" \n\nGesturing for them to follow, the Scorpion began walking. The Shosuro palace was vast and had much attention given to it, it was an abundant place to get lost and explore. Perhaps he'd offer a tour after the dinner. After climbing the stairs and entering through the main doors, there was the first room that led into many hallways and corridors. It was a very traditional palace, with tatami mat flooring and shoji doors, being much more spacious due to it being their personal home in the city. As the party entered, there were servants waiting on them to remove their footwear and realign it for when they leave. Afterward one of the Heimin would speak. \n\n\"We'll be serving the food momentarily, Bayushi-sama, right this way.\" \n\nGuiding them to the dining hall, he'd follow after the servant, allowing the lion to take in the beauty of the castle.\n\nIt was no surprise the aesthetics of the palace matched that of their clan, donning the red and black colors as many tapestries, ornaments, and other various artifacts could be found on the walls or displayed. It was a bit of eye candy for the guest to take in before reaching the dining hall, the servant would slide open the door as they'd enter the room. A long brown zataku table made of fine wood was glistening, stretching from one end of the room to another. Having plenty of space for a large party to feast, it'd be perfect for them to dine here. Alongside the table were Zaisu seats with cushions added for comfort. As they all entered and took their seats, the servant hosting them would bow and speak. \n\n\"The feast will be out momentarily! For now we'll bring refreshments!\" After speaking they slid the door closed, leaving the party within the dining hall. \n\nYuto himself would sit closest to the door, a sign of safety and trust to not raise any unwanted suspicions of a heinous act. Tonight was going to be a good one, and he'd make sure of that! Waiting for everyone to be seated, he spoke once more. \n\n\"Akodo-san, Hotaru-san, since this is my first time meeting with you two, I must know. How has the city treated you? I hope it's been welcoming.\" \n\nWhile they waited on the food he decided to pick up some casual conversation, hoping Kiyo would sit closer to the door with the Magistrate. \n\n||"
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "The Lion ambassador had no such hazy memory associated with her, Kiyo distinctly remembered meeting her. How could she forget a woman who made Kiyo's work a subject of investigation? Still given how that day went and the fact that she knew Himiko was coming, she had no strong opinions towards Himiko. Still, she hopes that no further questions about her work are asked.\n\nFinally the Matsu. Kiyo couldn't help but feel a slight bit of humor in this whole affair. While any good yojimbo knows to protect their charge, the best know not to intimidate their host with their manner of acting. Leave it to a Matsu to insist upon causing a scene, Kiyo supposes. She wonders if this guest would make this party interesting in a fun way or interesting in a dangerous way. Either way, Matsu are rarely bores.\n\nShe would leave specialized introductions to the host, but she couldn't help but notice him get distracted by the dog. A bit strange, but no stranger than a dog being here in the first place. Yuto's reaction to the dog seems to imply the dog wasn't specifically invited. What poor manners on the canine's part showing up uninvited. She would leave the dog be, it did not interest her.\n\nShe would follow Yuto as he led the way to their dining room, a comfortable but still close distance. When the guests were to be seated, she did not follow nor sit next to Yuto. Sitting next to the host of an event? Not on her life. She would find her way to a different spot, one that would afford her space. She would not be in the center of the conversation, and while she didn't choose to be as distant as she could, there was a decent space. For the guests of course to be entertained by the host of course. No other reason.\n\n||"
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"author": "deimos027",
"message": "As the guests gathered in the ornate palace, Akodo Akechi's piercing gaze shifted between the figures before him. His lion-like presence emanated a sense of calm authority as he observed the diverse assembly.\n\n\"Bayushi-sama, I am honored to be present here. Your efforts are truly commendable, and your hospitality is appreciated.\"\n\nIn the corners of he would spot Himiko giving him a side eye, he knew this look well as she commonly would give him this look so he wouldn't cause trouble. Surely acting like a younger sister he never asked for, he would chuckle to himself, realizing that despite her efforts, Himiko's watchful gaze couldn't completely deter his mischievous tendencies.\n\nHis gaze then flickered towards the large dog that had captured Yuto's attention. \"It is indeed a unique creature, and I can sense its majestic presence. A fine addition to this gathering.\"\n\nAs the party moved toward the dining hall, Akechi maintained a composed demeanor. His steps were measured and purposeful, the weight of his kimono and katana giving a rhythmic cadence to his movements. He took in the intricate details of the palace, appreciating the Scorpion's dedication to elegance and design.\n\nSeated at the zataku table, Akechi settled with an air of ease, his posture reflecting the disciplined training of a warrior. \"Bayushi-sama, Matsu-san,\" He began, his tone respectful yet resolute, \"The city holds an air of intrigue and mystique. My time here has been enlightening, and I find myself drawn to its secrets.\"\n\nHis eyes glinted with a hint of curiosity as he continued. \"The balance between harmony and subterfuge is delicate, much like the dance of a warrior on the battlefield. Your city has shown me both sides, housing some of the most startling amusement venues. Yet in the background there lurks something mystifying, and I'm curious to learn more about it.\"\n\nAkechi's words were measured, each one chosen with care. His focus shifted to Kiyo, a subtle acknowledgment in his gaze. \"And to you, Shosuro-sama, I extend my regards. Your presence adds depth to this gathering, and I find myself intrigued by your quiet demeanor.\"\n\nWith that, he settled back, ready to partake in the feast and engage in conversation, his presence a blend of strength, honor, and the wisdom of a samurai who had seen his share of battles.\n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "Hotaru found the Bayushi's reaction to Ilu most amusing, though she did not allow such sentiments to show on her face. She understood the reaction, the fluffy dog did indeed brig great joy to witness with its goofy smile and adorable floof. She would not allow such an open display to disarm her however. As far as Hotaru was concerned, the Bayushi posed no less a threat.\n\nThe Yogo was interesting to consider. Hotaru held the shugenja within her gaze for a few moments before the Magistrate let them into the complex. She seemed... Out of place and Hotaru was left to ponder the purpose of this particular Scorpion at their dinner this evening. \n\nHotaru allowed Akechi to dominate the conversation, he was far better at it than she, as she settled down to the Ambassador's left. Hotaru had learnt early in her career that she was best seen and not heard at court. While not the same, this setting was similar, so she intended to keep her words to a polite minimum. She would be remiss if she did not answer the Bayushi's question however.\n\n\"I have not been within the walls as long as Akodo-san, Bayushi-sama. But I have found the city amenable throughout the time.\" Hotaru intoned respectfully. \n\nIn truth, Hotaru cared little for the city. The location had its comforts, which she did enjoy, but Hotaru was a proud samurai and it chafed on her that there was little she could do to rid the corruption-infested city of the individuals that stained it. It did not sit well with her that streets existed within Ryoko Owari where it was dangerous for even samurai to walk. Perhaps she was just naive to cities of such scale, but it did not sit well with her that exploitation and suffering were easy to find within the city of lies.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto frowned seeing as Kiyo didn't sit next to him, though it wasn't all that big of a deal. The lions were on guard and it was their duty to put them at ease, tonight was going to be a special night! They came in good faith with even greater news, though Akodo Akechi seemed to radiate good energy. It resonated well with Yuto. \n\n\"I'm glad the city has kept you well Akodo-san, you're not wrong about the mystique, there is always something to be unraveled here. As Magistrate it's my obligation to maintain peace and ensure safety, a belief we may share upon the battlefield and in the city is that lives are guaranteed and not thrown away meagerly.\" \n\nWar was more than slaying the enemy in front of you, it was the preservation of those behind you, and Yuto believed his job as a Magistrate and a common Samurai was the second part of that. As Akechi spoke towards Kiyo, the man smiled under his mask. Hopefully he'd be able to bring about her more social mood, though she didn't seem to be social by itself. The importance of this was greatly spoken of, asking her as a collaborator and a friend to attend. \n\n\"Well Matsu-San, I hope the city finds you well. It's ambience can be disturbing, but there are wonderful places to visit! The gardens and restaurants are all enjoyable. But I hope what we've prepared tonight will outdo them all!\" \n\nThe Bayushi spoke cheerfully, after he did the servants slid the door open and entered with their refreshments. One holding a tray with tea and the other holding a tray with Sake. Their Yunomi cups were made fine, having a rather ornate feel patterned with flowers. Very comfortable to hold in the hand, as they set the cups down Yuto would have gestured. \n\n\"We have many refreshments to choose from. I personally don't drink Sake, but we have much to choose based on your taste of course! Junmai-shu, Ginjo-shu, Honjozo-shu, Arabashiri, and of course Umeshu! (Plum Wine Sake)\" \n\nHe then turned around and addressed their Teas. \n\n\"Then for our Teas we have Sencha, Hochija, Gyokuro, and Jasmine! My favorite. Which would you all like?\"\n\nHe was ready to happily serve them, but first! The man took his hand and peeled the mask off of his face, it was about time he did. Eating and drinking with a mask on was impossible, trust me he's tried. As he took it off, his face would finally be revealed to the Lions who haven't seen it. Yuto had brown eyes, and a scar that laid across his face, beneath his eyes and over his nose. Laying flush, it was years since he's received it, and it healed very well, but it was the man's most notable feature. Setting it aside he smiled brightly, now his expressions could be seen and perhaps be taken more sincerely. \n\n\"That's better, now! Which shall I serve you?\" \n\nThe food was to be brought out soon, as the cooks made final preparations, wanting their meal to be fresh and at its best. Tonight perfection was demanded, and the servants did what they could to meet and shoot beyond all expectations. \n\n\"The meal will be brought soon, we will also bring fresh water and meat for the dog.\" A servant spoke and bowed. Excusing themselves from the room. \n\n\"Thank you.\" Yuto replied softly, his high spirits is what allowed the servants to not be stiff as sticks. Turning back to their guest he reached back behind his head, pulling the band that held his hair up in a topknot. Despite him already having dark silk hair draping the front and backs of his shoulders, even more fell down as he waved his head a few times. A scorpion letting their hair down was a sign of relaxation and comfort. Though part of him might have wanted a positive reaction from the Matsu, still seeming to be tense. \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "Hotaru had been wondering how their Bayushi host had intended to eat. As their mask was removed Hotaru could not help but muse over the revealed scar. Hotaru had her own of course, reaching from the base of her chin on her left side, trailing all the way up to her temple; Hers had been a lucky miss. Hotaru found herself musing over the origin of the Bayushi's scar, wondering over the story the healed wound told. Realizing perhaps she had been staring too long, as Yuto's offer to pour cut through her musing, Hotaru shifted her stoic gaze to the beverages on offer.\n\nThe assortment of sakes greatly tempted Hotaru. Of the beverages, sake would have greatly been her preference, had she not been presently undertaking her duty as Kitsu-sama's yojimbo at this affair. Hotaru was dedicated to her duty, she would not allow a preference for sake to dull her sword arm should Himiko take great offence to anything their Scorpion hosts did or said. \n\nHotaru shifted her gaze to the teas on offer with consideration before coming to a decision. Looking back to their host, Hotaru's reply was on her tongue as Yuto was turning his attention back from the staff and... He was letting his hair down. Hotaru's lips pinched ever so slightly in consideration, wondering if his action was some ploy to disarm them or a genuine attempt to create a relaxed atmosphere. It was always hard to tell. Hmm. This was why she hated diplomacy. The battlefield was so much clearer when it involved only swords. \n\nIn light of the pretty scorpion letting his hair down, Hotaru reconsidered her choice of beverage. She would accept the sake and just ensure she drank with moderation. An unfortunate caveat, but one she would ascribe to regardless. \n\n\"I would be appreciative of the Ginjo-shu, thank you, Bayushi-sama.\" Hotaru intoned. While Hotaru would be willing to consume just about anything alcoholic, she favored the sweeter varieties of sake.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo participated more as a people watcher here than anything else. It was an interesting thing to sit in on this sort of event and really have nothing important to do. She was no ambassador, nor was she going to pretend to be. Still there was a meal to eat and she didn't seem to be crowded. Perhaps she would enjoy this after all is said and done.\n\nFirst though, she's being talked to. At least she thinks. He's looking at her, but it seems that he's mistaken her for someone else. A Shosuro-sama, it seems. He probably didn't mean anything by it, but she found it a tad strange considering she introduced herself. She would respond to his comment, \"Yes, it seems you're not the only one to think that of me being here. Still, the kind words are appreciated.\" The last sentence seemed a bit practiced. In actuality she hated flattery, but she was still trying to be on her best behavior.\n\nHer mood seemed to noticeably improve once the drinks arrived, although she refused the cup and utensils provided, with a clearly second nature refusal, for a cup and utensils that she kept on her person, pulled out of her left sleeve. They were rather spartan, but it was fairly common for Scorpion to provide their own cups, and Kiyo seemed to follow that tradition. She would have the Junmai-shu sake, hesitating little while picking it. It is clear that she never even considered picking tea. Yuto taking off his mask came as a small surprise, mainly because most Scorpion don't do it under any circumstance. Kiyo appreciated the sentiment though, she elected to never wear a mask for almost the exact same reason. It is a hassle. She doesn't much like hassles.\n\nWhile Yuto did his hostly duties, she had already finished her first cup. It was clear the large woman had the poise and grace of a sumai wrestler, although if anyone were point it out she would likely to counter with the fact that sumai requires more grace than it looks."
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"author": "deimos027",
"message": "Akechi observed the dynamics of the gathering, his trained eyes catching the subtle shifts in demeanor and unspoken thoughts of those present. As Hotaru's words drifted through the air, Akechi's respect for her commitment to duty resonated with him. He understood the delicate dance of courtly interactions and the art of maintaining a composed facade even in the midst of intriguing conversations.\n\nWhen Yuto's attention turned to him, Akechi inclined his head in appreciation of the magistrate's words. \"Indeed, Bayushi-san, the city's mystique is undeniable, and your dedication to preserving lives aligns well with the Lion's values on and off the battlefield. Your approach speaks of wisdom and honor,\" Akechi replied, his tone reflecting a genuine respect for the Scorpion's role in the complex web of the city.\n\nAs the conversation continued, Akechi found himself nodding in agreement with Hotaru's sentiments regarding the city. It was clear that beneath the city's surface, there were layers of corruption and darkness that troubled her, mirroring his own concerns. Akechi, too, felt a sense of duty to uphold the honor of the Lion Clan and cleanse the city of its stains, but he recognized the challenge it posed.\n\nWhen the choice of beverages was presented, Akechi's gaze shifted to the assortment of sake and teas. His mind briefly wandered to the Lion's strict training and the discipline that came with it, a stark contrast to the temptations of indulgence present before him. He made his choice, his tone firm and respectful. \"I will partake in the Sencha tea, Bayushi-san. Its simplicity and clarity resonate with the ideals of the Lion.\"\n\nAkechi couldn't help but watch as Yuto removed his mask, revealing a face that bore the mark of time and experience. The scar spoke of trials and challenges faced, a testament to the resilience of the man before them. Akechi acknowledged the gesture with a nod and a sincere smile, appreciating the trust that had been extended to their party.\n\nTurning his attention to Kiyo, Akechi observed her actions closely, noting her preference for the Junmai-shu sake and the distinctive cups she produced. Her refusal of the provided utensils and her strong, composed demeanor intrigued him. With a respectful nod, he addressed her. \"Yogo-San, your actions exude a sense of strength and determination. It is an honor to share this gathering with individuals who hold their convictions so steadfastly.\"\n\nAkechi's gaze lingered on each guest, appreciating the unique qualities they brought to the table. With the impending arrival of the meal, he knew that the next course of conversation would reveal even more about their hosts and their intentions. Inwardly, he remained vigilant, ready to navigate the intricate dance of diplomacy and alliance-building in the pursuit of the Lion's goals.\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "One of the first things Yuto noticed was the lionesses stare, perhaps him removing his mask greatly disturbed her? While the man wasn't particularly conscious of his scar, the Bayushi was insecure over his look and how others perceived it. Although he kept smiling, his expression did soften. After hearing her choice he would soon reply. \n\n\"An excellent choice Matsu-san, while I myself don't indulge with Sake I can't deny the pleasantness of a Sweet!\" \n\nHe smiled as his hands weaved over to grab the cup and tokkuri. Moving delicately with Grace, the man wanted to serve as a great host, Yuto dedicated himself to this might. While he poured the Matsu her sake, he spoke towards her again. \n\n\"Forgive me if I've caused a disturbance with my features, I will gladly put my mask on to not soil your food and drink.\" \n\nThe Magistrates tone was meek and gentle, after he poured her sake he smoothly slid the cup before her. Giving off one more smile before turning away. Akechi's compliment of his words reflecting wisdom and honor made the scorpion feel better. Hmph! Everyone always spoke to him like he wasn't, but he had a brain behind his head! \n\n\"I'm greatly appreciative of your words Akodo-san. I dedicate myself to Bushido and rely upon its teachings to strengthen the resolve in my judgements.\" \n\nThat was the truth, everyday the man's loyalty to Bushido and as a Scorpion were tested. Very rarely did these two things align, finding the balance was impossible, very often it made him ache inside, but to see such acknowledgement filled the man with even more integrity! \n\n\"Sencha Tea is wonderful! I'll also be having some.\" \n\nA soft smile soon became brighter, as he poured the two their Sencha Tea, gracefully passing the man his cup. If it weren't for Akodo speaking towards Kiyo he wouldn't have noticed she poured her own drink, and with a completely different cup from the given set! Blinking a few times in... Whatever Yuto was feeling, the scorpion pouted but soon brushed it off. \n\n\"I'm sure you all must have fascinating stories since arriving in the city, there's always some exhilarating tale to be told. I'm eager to hear how you've experienced the city.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "\"Thank you\" Hotaru intones, receiving her sake and taking a sip before addressing the Bayushi's comment, \"I am not disturbed by your features Bayushi-sama, merely curious.\" Hotaru clarified, truly not bothered by the healed wound, \"I apologise if my gaze lingered too long.\" She finished succinctly with the slight incline of her head in apology. \n\nHotaru was a soldier at heart, and the tales behind a warriors' scars were always of interest too her. She might have inquired into the origin of the scar, if the topic wasnt likely to be inappropriate for the formality of the dinner."
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"author": "taenarius",
"message": "The compliments are getting old. She experienced this during her dinner with Yuto too, and her response there was to do nothing. That didn't help. Perhaps she would do something else this time. But what? She didn't feel like brusquely pushing off one of the hosts *Honored* Guests (she figured the Lion would appreciate more being a honored guest than otherwise), but that was really the way she desired to operate. Why beat around the bush when you can go right through it? She supposes the only reason is you don't want to damage the bush. Was this a bush worth protecting? Unsure.\n\nShe decides and speaks, \"Akodo-san, while the fact that I exude strength is obvious ||(Kiyo is 6'1\" And very well built, especially for a shugenja||, I'm not sure where you're getting the determination. Is it the choice in sake? I assure you I didn't put much thought into it.\" And neither should you, is left unspoken. \"While the flattery was nice for a while, I'd appreciate if you stopped. There's quite a lot that could be talked about that is not me.\"\n\nShe hopes that wasn't unreasonable, but it probably was. She guesses she isn't hoping that badly now that she re-evaluates the situation. She was definitely getting lectured at the end of this. Tragic. She wondered how Yuto would react to her unsurprising reaction to this situation.\n\nUpon hearing Yuto's words involving Bushido she couldn't help but feel like the outsider here. Why wouldn't she be? She didn't believe in the honor tenet, and only believed in the other tenets as much as was practical, except Duty, which she wholeheartedly agreed with. Were it not for that tenet she wouldn't even be here. Funny that. She guesses in one way she may be alike the other guests. A real avid follower of Bushido she is. She takes a little more of her sake, slower than the first cup. The first cup is always a scouting mission, there to make sure the area is safe for the rest of the sake that will arrive.\n\nShe figures the question of stories wasn't aimed at her. Not that a story she told would be particularly compelling, excessive facts and no embellishment do not make a good story. She knew that. That said, she did have a desire to hear some stories. \"Yes, I must echo Bayushi-san's request here. Surely there must be something to tell. I care not if it is of the city, let us learn more of our guests.\" Is that how you host? She's pretty sure she doing something, but is it right or wrong? Yuto will fix the situation if it was bad, he seems to have this whole hosting thing covered."
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"author": "deimos027",
"message": "Akechi observed the interactions with keen interest, his eyes resting on Kiyo for a moment longer as she spoke her mind and set her boundaries with a directness that intrigued him. When it was his turn to address her, he responded with a nod and a respectful smile, appreciating her honesty.\n\n\"Yogo-san, your straightforwardness is a breath of fresh air amidst formalities. Your wishes are duly noted and shall be respected. If there's anything you'd rather discuss or any topic you'd like to explore, please feel free to lead the conversation.\"\n\nHis tone was measured, showing his admiration for her assertiveness. The strength in her demeanor resonated with him, and her presence was becoming increasingly captivating.\n\nAs the evening continued, Akechi poured himself a cup of sake and allowed his gaze to wander across the group, listening to their tales and anecdotes. He raised his own cup to the group, acknowledging their request for stories from their 'esteemed' guests.\n\n\"Hmm — where could I begin, I have quite a few. There's one where I had an encounter with a demonic-like creature during my first day in the city. I think it was called a Yōkai? Or that time I had an encounter with an underground criminal organization... Or that time visited one of the hou— actually, let me reserve that one to myself.\"\n\nWith a nod of camaraderie, Akechi toasted to the forthcoming exchange of stories, hoping to get some intriguing tales from the interesting group of individuals present. \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hotaru responded easing the man's insecurities, partially making the Scorpion blush for a moment. Averting his gaze to not give off the obvious fluster he experienced, should he share the story? It wasn't a war story but definitely a fighting one, though was that appropriate at dinner? He didn't know, and besides it wasn't like he could ask. Who'd even have the answer to that? \n\n\"Your gaze is appreciated Matsu-San, it isn't often someone stares without the eyes of harsh judgement. I'd be delighted to share the story with you if you're interested. Though be warned it's a violent story.\"\n\nIt was then that Kiyo spoke, which made the Magistrate slightly widen his eyes. Letting out a breath, he relaxed them once more, before jumping the gun he needed to see how the Lion would take it. To his relief Akodo was very understanding, giving the scorpion more affirmation this meeting was in good faith. After pouring everyone their refreshments, Yuto would finally pour himself some Sencha Tea. Going on to speak. \n\n\"Your flattery is most appreciated Akodo-san, I can tell you look forward proudly in good faith. It puts us all at ease.\" \n\nFeeling the need to say this so it didn't seem as though he were harshly scolded, the Scorpion gave the lion another smile. Whilst he didn't look Kiyo eye to eye, he hoped the woman would pick up on the sign. Couldn't she just take a compliment for tonight?! That could have gone wrong, and who knows what would have happened. Luckily things proceeded well, so he'd spare her any speculating looks. \n\n\"A... Yo... Yokai!? What did it look like? How big was it? Did you kill it yourself? How strong was it!?\" \n\nWithin an instant the Bushi's fascination shifted, wanting to hear every detail. Coming across a Yokai wasn't something you did everyday, as a matter of fact it was something you could go a lifetime without! Not that it was an inviting thing to do, but the experience must have been thrilling. Yuto relished fighting and all it had to offer, so he was most ecstatic to learn more.\n\nIf he had a tail it'd be wagging right now. Though before he could speak anymore, the doors to their dining hall slid open, followed by a warm steam casting beautiful aromas within the air. The feast was finally prepared as the servants entered. \n\n\"Excuse us. Tonight's feast has been prepared.\" \n\nIt was about time. Not one or two, but almost a dozen servants entered, each carrying their own platter of a wondrous dish. Yuto had brought it upon himself with the recommendation of the palace heimin to fix certain dishes, and there was a variety to choose from, even more so than the drinks! One of the first dishes served was Nikujaga, a flavor rich savory dish of meat, potatoes, and assorted vegetables simmered in soy sauce, mirin, sake, and sugar. It was a very homely dish, one of his personal favorites! \n\nThe second was Unagi no Kabayaki, freshwater eel fillets brushed and serenaded in sweet soy sauce, cooked to perfection. It had a strong and alluring smell, if they hadn't drunk their beverages their mouths would be watering! \n\nSide dishes consisted of Rice, edamame, natto, and Mentaiko, with other delicacies such as Kashi Pan. Every good meal had some sweet bread! \n\nOne of the Bayushis favorite meals were the spicy noodles served, as the noodles were marinated in a spicy red sauce, ones nose could flare at the smell of them. The Magistrate was excited, shaking in his own seat! \n\nOf course last but not least, food was brought for the dog, Ilu. Containing raw meat, rice, tamagoyaki, and other assorted vegetables mixed in. Soiled down with chicken broth to mix the flavors, while it didn't look like a great meal for a human, the fluffy wonder would certainly appreciate it. \n\n\"More will be brought out soon.\" A servant spoke as they all bowed, excusing themselves. \n\n\"Thank you all for your services!\" Yuto replied happily. \n\n\"Now! It's about time, I hope you all saved room, ittadakimasu!\"\n\nHopefully the meal would liven up the mood, one of the few things he knew about Kiyo was that she enjoyed a good meal. Perhaps some fuel would make her a little more conversational with the Lion, though a part of him was at fault. He could have prepared her more for the dinner.. \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "The corners of Hotaru's lips quirked up slightly as she sipped from her sake cup, amusement lighting her eyes at the notion that the Matsu bushi might shirk at all from the notion of violence. \n\n\"Many of my own stories are of such a nature, Bayushi-sama. I can assure you I have the stomach for trading such tales, though the rendition will likely have to wait for a more appropriate setting. I would not be adverse however, perhaps another time.\" \n\nHotaru would not deny her curiosity. To her, scars represented the strength of a samurai's willpower. It took much to be skilled enough to avoid more severe wounds that would kill and much again to persevere and survive wounds that resulted in great scars. The tales behind the marred skin always spoke to a bushi's spirit. Such events deserved acknowledgement.\n\n||"
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"author": "toedeledoki",
"message": "Himiko had not really spoken that much, it seemed her fellow lion had done the job for her. Thank the kami. She was on guard. Even Ilu had noticed and behaved as such. This had never been visible however as Ilu covered up the guarded feeling perfectly. Simply looking like she was cuddling Himiko a lot. So she simply was eating the food peacefully after bowing down to the servants, Yuto and Kiyo to show her gratitude. Attempting to look interested in the conversations the others were having. Occasionally taking a bite of food before petting Ilu again. The dog had stared at her in curiosity. \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Now that the food and drinks have been served, things seem to relax and calm down. Right? Himiko was quiet and just listened to the conversations while enjoying her meal. Was her mood down perhaps? Wanting to maintain a positive atmosphere, the scorpion had a big decision to make. Would he give it to them this early? He'd have spoken to the ambassador but was attracted to what the Matsu was saying. She didn't mind the nature of their stories, that was good, the scorpions never heard any Lion tales. Perhaps that would be something fortuitous to hear later. It wasn't often to hear someone so similar to himself talk about such things. \n\n\"I look forward to hearing them Matsu-san! But first..\" \n\nReaching into his sleeve, he'd have pulled out a letter with his unbroken chop sealing it shut. This time he was looking towards Himiko, smiling even brighter. What went with a good meal? Good news! \n\n\"I was going to pass this onto you later in the evening, but I guess I'm too excited to share it now. You'll be quite pleased with the news!\" \n\nHe'd have slid it across the table between the dishes of food, the parchment itself wasn't really important, but what it told was. If she had gone to open and read, it was a monthly fee the Scorpion were going to pay the Lion. Not only to reimburse their damaged lands, but compensate the people affected by the catastrophe they were struck with. Details of how the shipment would be sent and how often were inside the letter. \n\n\"No matter if a scar is left behind we must clean and treat the wounds. I don't want your clan coming out of expense by any means, refunding the reparation of your lands is the first of many favors I intend to do.\" \n\nWhether or not Himiko would share the letter with her lions would be up to her, but it was quite clear on what Yuto was talking about. \n\n\"I hope this news is joyous to you all!\" \n\nHe shouted cheerfully! \n\n||"
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"author": "valvren",
"message": "It was not hard to pick up on what the Scorpion was referencing. There had only been recent conflict with them that had been bad enough to warrant the Lion being overly upset afterall. Infact, Hotaru had been touring within the afflicted lands only 1-2 months earlier. Memories of the lands was precisely why she had desired to come to this meeting, so that she might bring them to bear in the face of any duplicitious action and remind herself, and her clanmates, of the Scorpion's deciet. \n\nAs it stood, the notion of reparations shocked her. It took a great deal of will and her expereince remaining stoic in the background of political meetings, for Hotaru to not react as their host spoke. From her experience, rarely did another clan *Admit* Wrongdoing and pay for damages. It was not unheard of, but it was rarely voluntry. Behind her measured face, Hotaru was left to ponder this move by the Scorpion. She could not entirely let herself believe that their host's action were not somehow two-faced, though he did seem genuine... As genuine as a scorpion could.\n\nShe could also not help but imagine the smile that would surely light her friends face, once Kenshin learnt of what the Scorpion were doing. The man had taken the blow to his lands about as well as one could hope. She was sure the promise of assistance in rebuilding, even if it took time to move through the beaurocratic wheel, would lighten the man's heart and lead him to worry less about his family. The impact this would have on their affected heimin did also not pass by her. It lightened Hotaru's heart that the stuggle of those people might be eased to a degree as they rebuilt.\n\nAny comment Hotaru might have had on the Scorpion's action remained unspoken. It was the Ambassadors place, not her own to do so. Still, through her face, her appreication perhaps shone through in the pause of her meal and the considering looks she gave across the table."
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"author": "toedeledoki",
"message": "She had denied it twice like the tradition had stated before she accepted it. She chose to not share the letter after it had been read. Details were not necessary as Yuto had clearly shared the intel in the letter. To her frustration. One spy here and word would come out the Lion was out of money and started to beg at the door of the Scorpion. Diplomacy. The lion would bow down and thank Yuto for his grand gift before turning back to the food. She was polite and restrained. Much unlike how Yuto had met her in the sake place. \n\nShe had nodded her head to the lion to confirm nothing bad had happened and for them to continue to feast. Himiko wore a polite smile before she continued to eat. *\" Bayushi-san. Thank you for the gift.\"* She would speak towards him. Her smile was at least genuine. \n\n||"
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"author": "deimos027",
"message": "Akechi listened intently as Yuto expressed his fascination with the idea of encountering a Yokai. Akechi couldn't help but smile at Yuto's enthusiasm, for he himself had a gripping tale to share. As the dishes were being served, Akechi decided it was the right moment to recount his encounter.\n\n\"Well, Bayushi-san,\" Akechi began, his voice commanding the attention of those at the table, \"It was a night shrouded in darkness, much like the one we have now. The Yokai was a fearsome creature, trying to take a couple as its victims. It was a grotesque amalgamation of various creatures from our nightmares. Its eyes glowed with an eerie crimson light, and its limbs were gnarled and twisted.\"\n\nAs Akechi spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Kiyo, who had been the unexpected savior that night. He continued, \"I stood alone in that forest, facing the Yokai's malevolent presence. But first, I had to ensure the couple made it out safe, so I dragged them to our embassy as the Yokai lunged at me, I felt a sudden surge of power. Afterward, the Yōkai attacked an old brewery. That's where I met Yogo-San for the first time, it was us and a handful of other samurai.\"\n\nAkechi paused for a moment, allowing the tension to build, and then continued, \"Together, we fought that Yokai with all our might. It was a very swift battle like no other, a struggle between the forces of darkness and our unwavering resolve. Everyone took part in handling the creature to give me an opening to behead it.\"\n\nAs he finished his story, Akechi turned his attention back to Yuto, who seemed utterly captivated by the tale. Then proceeding to gaze back to Kiyo, \"I am curious though, where there any development in the investigation of artifacts we retrieved during that outing? It's hard to rest at night knowing something dangerous could still be lurking out there.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing the lion's story of the Yokai, the scorpion was practically in awe of the man's achievements. Aspiring to be fierce and strong like the Lion one day, he paid close attention to the story. Akechi and Kiyo had history, with a handful of Samurai they quickly dispatched the thing? That was beyond impressive, while he respected Kiyo he didn't know the scary and emotionless Scorpion was this fun! \n\n\"You are courageous and strong, Akodo-san! Your story will certainly be a fire to inspire me in times of adversity. Slaying a Yokai is not something many Samurai can claim to have done, I hope to achieve your level of valor one day.\" \n\nHe smiled before turning back to the Ambassador, having received and read the letter detailing the bill. Of course it was better they kept it in confidence, so he didn't make a boast or big deal about it. Raising his cup of tea once more the Magistrate would speak. \n\n\"Of course Kitsu-sama. I believe we must use the past to carve a positive future. While this does not mend the wounds, I hope this can be a start to creating positive bonds between the Scorpion and Lion. To serve our people and of course, the Empire. If there is anything you require, we will do our best to provide.\" \n\n||"
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{
"author": "taenarius",
"message": "Kiyo had little to say on what happened to the artifacts. She had managed to somehow convince not the previous governor Orochi, nor the leader of the Crab delegation but the man who would be delivering the notice to the Crab to not deliver the letter that would sign away these artifacts (in the name of a friendly overture). Then Orochi made his **Big Play** And got himself killed, so her life got even easier. She burned that fool's order and that was the end of it. His replacement was more reasonable. She sealed them and had them transported for safe keeping with the Kuroiban. \"They're safe, Akodo-san. Those cursed artifacts should not be seeing the light of day any time soon.\"\n\nKiyo had little to say on much else over the course of the dinner. She mostly responded in non-committal ways, and generally made talking to her a difficult endeavor as she refused to carry the conversation. She clearly was here for the food and drink, and while the prospect of some sort of goodwill in the city was nice, she really had no strong feelings. Politics was for courtiers and she was blessedly not one."
},
{
"author": "deimos027",
"message": "Akechi listened attentively as Kiyo provided a brief explanation of the outcome regarding the tainted artifacts. While he appreciated the insight of the artifacts being taken care of, his mind was still preoccupied with a different concern—the presence of the Yokai in the city.\n\n\"Well I'm glad to hear that the matters of the artifacts were handled accordingly,\" Akechi acknowledged with a nod, showing his appreciation for her work. \"However, what I'm more interested in is the situation with those Yokai. Have there been any further sightings or disturbances caused by them in the city?\"\n\nAkechi's expression became more serious as he inquired about the Yokai. The safety of the city and its residents was of utmost importance to him, and he couldn't rest easy until he was certain that the threat posed by these supernatural creatures had been fully eradicated.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "taenarius",
"message": "How does she go about talking about this subject? It's very much meant to be a small investigation team, made up of hand selected hunters. She supposes there's no real harm in addressing that at the time the investigation had gone a little cold.\n\n\"We're working on that at the moment, although it's very much a waiting game until the next lead arrives.\" Kiyo admits. \"There should be no further danger until then.\" She adds after a thoughtful few seconds.\n\nShe hoped the message that was passed on was 'things are under control' and not 'we can't find them'."
}
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura was currently in the garden of the Shosuro palace, his kitten Baka was playing with a ball of string at his feet as he sat on a bench. The young scorpion was getting familiar with his new home, already learning the faces and names of the servants, memorizing halls in order to plan emergency exists. \n\nHe was wearing his fox mask, fully covering his face, all black save for red features around the eyes and in a grin at the mouth. He wore a crimson red kimono and a black haori with the Bayushi mon on the back. Other then playing with his cat, he held a book in his hand and chuckled as he read it."
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "A furious tirade could be heard in the distance, an angry voice raised in reproach. Judging by the uninterrupted flow of words this was probably not a quarrel but rather a scolding, and the hasty footsteps that retreated down the hall on the other side of the paper wall probably implied the retreat of the servant. \n\nThe scolding subsided into angry muttering, which grew closer as small feet stomped up the hall. It wasn't until Kaori came to the door that let her into the common area that she paused to compose herself, then glided out as silent and serene as a black swan. Her face seemed curiously naked without a mask, her mouth pulled into a perpetual smirk by a scar that puckered her right cheek. Her hands were folded serenely. A keen eye might note a slightly elevated breath rate, but otherwise there was no sign of the shrew. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura rasied his head from his book at the noise, it was a rather loud ruckus, however he didn't wish to impose so rather then say anything he simply looked to the woman, breathtaking to be sure but also, despite a lack of mask, one of his Clan, thus more then likely dangerous. He did however offer a polite nod\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Returning the nod with a regal gesture Kaori carefully skirted around the cat. She had mixed feelings about the beasts. On the one hand they killed vermin and bathed fastidiously. On the other hand, so did burakumin. She did enjoy their arrogant body language, it was somehow familiar, but their hair had a nasty habit of clinging to her skirts when she didn't dust off her cushions often enough. \n\n\"Cousin,\" She greeted, reading his mon accurately. \"You are a new face in this palace. I have not had the pleasure before. Is that your, ah, thing?\" She indicated the cat delicately. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura put down his book and nodded to the women, observing her atitude for Baka. He looked to her with his fox mask and gave a smile underneath it.\n\n\"I have only just arrived into the city cousin, my first posting after my Gempuku, and yes Baka is my pet, I have learned that turtles however are the companion of choice.\" He chuckled before standing up and giving a deferential bow, \"Bayushi Tomura, formerly of Chuuou province.\" He introduced himself, \"I'm a courtier of the manipulator school.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Bayushi Kaori,\" She returned the bow and flicked her hair back. \"I have heard excellent things of the manipulator school. My weapon is the katana, when my arm is in form.\" \n\nSaid arm was drawn into her outer Kimono, her sleeve pinned neatly. Her left hand produced a fan and idly toyed with it. \"Have you been to our estate then? Or will you be living here in the palace? I do love the games of court, but after a day's excitement I prefer the quiet of the Bayushi manor.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura knew better then to ask about the arm, but made a mental note of it.\n\n\"I have not had the pleasure of visiting the estate yet, I have already been given board within the palace walls, but I would love to be among kin in this new environment, I should make a point to stop by sometime.\" He said, taking his book and looking it over, \"Already I've found the market has some treasures that many would look over,\" That really was just an erotica novel, \"But yes, Yuto-san has expressed that he thinks I'll be used best in court in dealing with the other Clans, I've been told of our situation.\" He said, some concern in his voice, \"My wit is at the disposal of the clan, if you have any task for me, do not hesitate to put me to use.\""
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I stay out of the great games of court and politics,\" Kaori shrugged. \"My duty is to look beautiful and imply the benefits of an alliance. Occasionally I swing a sword if your tongue gets you into too much trouble, but I ask that you refrain from provoking duels till the start of summer.\"\n\nShe flexed the fingers of her right hand. \n\n\"Do you have a yojimbo of your own? In our city it seems courtiers have little need for constant bodyguards, but if you need an escort for any diplomatic missions I can give you an excellent recommendation.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He nodded as he followed her words, seemd Kaori-san was both honeypot and dagger, someone not to anger. He chuckled at the mention of dueling.\n\n\"If my words provoke a duel without intent, then I have failed in my duty... That and dueling was never something I had much skill with, I was sickly as a child and my parents where informed I would not last the night when I was born, thus my direction to the life of court.\" He shrugged, \"While I have two bushi who accompanied me from home, I alas do not have a dedicated protector, your recomendations would be most welcomed.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"For your daily protection I recommend making a friend out of Rokugo Yuto,\" The little Scorpion said without hesitation. \"His physical presence is a good deterrent, and despite his demeanor he is a ferocious warrior. He nearly took my head off during the dueling tournament. I've seen him kill before. Be his friend and you will be the safest person in the city.\"\n\nShe nodded sagely. \"And the key to that is easy, if you can bear to show interest in that horrible reptile he consorts with. I do not speak metaphorically, he has a...\" She gestured, \"A *Thing* He carries about as a pet.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Yuto-san was the first person I met and the one who escorted me to the palace, his disposition was... Diffrent then I expected from a magistrate of our clan, but most welcomed considering our current position...\" He rubbed the back of his head at mention of the turtle, \"Yes, when I asked if pets where permitted in the palace, he asked me what kind it was and said 'it must be a turtle', he seems... Captivated with the species.\" He said as dimplomatically as he could, \"If I may ask, a day ago I ran into a Mantis who seeemd to allude to some buisness that was 'settled' between our Clans, what happened on that front and is it anything we should continue to be concerned with, I'm still making all the connections in my head about the local political theatre.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"I have personal knowledge of the Mantis's ideas of discretion,\" Kaori's soft lip curled in disgust. \"Their ambassador is a vindictive serpent. I would trust her no farther than I could kick her. I am on good terms with one of their shugenja, Moshi Kana, but I despise that clan as a whole and I would be sorry to see us ally with them again. Keep your dealings with them strictly transactional and legal.\"\n\nShe sighed. \"A shame, on the surface it would seem a good match with us. But I think my project over the winter will be to root out and destroy their underhanded business interests.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He nodded, already putting the Mantis in 'thorne in the side' category of his mind.\n\n\"The encounter was on their pleasure barge, one of the bushi struck up a conversation, a shame, the establishment was a nice one.\" He mused, \"I've already begun planning my own project, not directed at the other Clans but towards the commoners, the hearts and minds of the general population can be a wonderful tool when used right.\" He smirked under his mask, \"But yes, best *We* Control any underworld buisnesses, who better then the Underhand of the Emperor.\" He said conspiratorially. \n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Ho ho, such funny jokes,\" Kaori said dryly while making a pointed gesture to remind this newcomer of where they were. Anyone could be listening in the palace. \"But this is a serious place, where such things might be misunderstood by those who do not appreciate your wit.\" \n\nThe cat came towards her and she carefully side stepped. \"I am glad to hear you are so devoted to the plights of the common people though,\" She added. \"Even in this city there are those who struggle. Your patronage will be a blessing.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He shrugged when the joke landed flat, \"People often like to grasp at ghosts where their are none, I'll keep in mind to be less humorous around such dignified persons.\" He reached down to pick up his cat, holding the kitten in his arms.\n\n\"Yes, it is our duty to be their stewards after all, some like to forget who really suffers in their pointless wars, so I think I'll direct some resources to aid the Heimin... And if there are any who would not mind... Getting their hands dirty, prehaps even distribute food to the most needy of the Hinin.\" He said, \"For even though they are the lowest, they still have their place in the divine order do they not?\" *And how grateful they will be the hands that feeds* He thought \n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "The little scorpion blinked slowly. *Are we now putting on a show for potential evesdroppers? Very well, I shall play along.* \n\n\"I think that is an excellent idea,\" She said aloud. \"Nothing is more merciful than lifting people above their Divine Reward. I am sure you will find no shortage of volunteers.\" \n\n*It isn't blasphemy if it's intended to deceive right?* \n\n\"My sister is a priestess here in the city. I'm sure she has contacts and acquaintances that could facilitate your idea. Perhaps she would even know of a good pool to draw your volunteers from.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded, grinning under his mask.\n\n\"Excellent, I look forward to meeting her then.\" He chuckled, \"It is mercy that a lord should give their subjects, for in turn those subjects will not want to lose said lord... Would they?\" He smirked under his mask, \"People could be driven to many acts if they felt something that's good to them is threatened, I just don't want to see them become... Restless.\" The smirk under his mask became almost sinster\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "Kaori couldn't see the point of letting commoners think they had an opinion, but there seemed to be a new school of thought coming out of the Manipulator School. *First Junichi and now him?* Shrugging, she said, \"Do you think that it's wise to do so now, before we actually regain the city? I would hate for your hard work to go to the glory of someone else.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"The key would be making it not something that goes to the city government, but the benevolence of an individual patron.\" He shrugged, \"Of course it will also serve to remind them that we're the reason they do so well, without us...\" He shrugged, \"They need us, we'll just remind them of that fact.\" He said, and is tone conveyed his thought of what it is 'they need us and if they think they can prosper without us, then we'll prove them wrong', \"Nothing, not even good chairty, is ever done without consideration of it's effects.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"Well, I will watch your process with great interest,\" The little Scorpion said. \"I would be delighted to see your process in that area.\"\n\nShe drew her fan and fluttered it gently. \"Oh, have you been out on the water yet? As the season gets warmer I find that the river can be a source of relief. I'd be delighted to keep you company out there sometime.\"\n\n*We need to talk safely.*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He nodded and gave a light bow.\n\n\"I have always been a fan of the water, I would be honored for your company.\" He said, *Understood*, he looked over the palace, despite Yuto's assurances, seems it's not as safe as he could be. \"If I may ask someone whose wiser in the ways of our locale, would you recommend any good places for purchasing books or even the simple pleasure of a good bath house, I've always enjoyed a nice cleansing soak now and then, and I find that with a good novel is heavenly.\""
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"There are a few good bookstores in the merchant district, though I can only speak for their lighter material,\" Kaori gave the name of two different establishments. \"But we do have the most excellent of bath houses. It is located at the Scorpion Gardens, they have private and mixed pools, hot stone massages, and occasionally the *Special* Event.\" The lecherous smile suggested the nature of those events. \"I go every day. But as to our river excursion, I will let you know when I am free next, and we will make a half day of it.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He chuckled at the mention of *Special events*.\n\n\"Thank you for the recommendations, I'll be sure to check both of them and the Gardens later.\" He gave a short bow, \"I shall with anticipation for the river, I look forward to working with you and serving the Scorpion faithfully, it's a blessing to find such welcoming kin in this new home.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "._ouroboros_",
"message": "\"The blessing is mine, I have no doubt,\" Kaori gave a bow. \"But you must excuse me, dear cousin, as I have to go scream and curse at a Mantis for half an hour and I must prepare my voice.\"\n\nShe indicated her wounded arm. \"It always rains at the Bayushi estate around this time of the day, this day of the week, so bear that in mind when you decide where to lodge. Be well, Bayushi-san.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I find the rain calming... Mayhaps I will choose to relocate to the estate.\" He mused, \"I pray for your speedy recovery, untill next time Bayushi-san.\" He nodded before taking his cat and book and heading off\n||"
}
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "It was another day in the Palace, as much as the palace and clan have a rather, ominous reputation among their peers, much of the actual work in the palace is the same as any other clan, Tomura's days have more often then not become filled with reports, paperwork, meetings, and the boring details of bureaucracy, but it was work he did in stride. Wearing simple courtier robes in crimson and the black mon of Bayushi on his back, he walked thru the corridors on some buisness or another."
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "When it came to the usual comings and goings around the Palace, Emika was entirely unfamiliar with the people and their titles. Things like that were important, sure. However, at the same time she viewed them with little consequence. As a Shugenja, she knew her station and where she sat in the grand scheme of things. It was now up to her to be of use to the Clan.\n\nEmika took in the view of the place as she walked passed ornate paintings and ink prints. It was when she saw Tomura, she paused and offered a bow of greeting to her fellow clansman. The dangling lanturn shapes and bells on the edges of her half-face mask, which covered her face from the tops of her cheeks up, jingled delightfully with the gesture of greeting and respect. Her eyes peered kindly to the courtier as she folded her arms neatly in front of her. \"Greetings. I hope I might bend your ear a moment?\", Emika asked politely. \"I am Soshi, Emika. I am a Shugenja of the Soshi family sent to offer my services.\", she added in introduction. She was a model of beauty, and her voice seemed to match the melody of the various baubles that adorned her horned visage."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura stopped and turned to the woman, looking her over under his mask and giving a bow, \"Ah, greetings Soshi-san,\" He replied, his voice was that of a younger man, perhaps in his early twenties, it was sicky sweet in a way, \"A new arrival to the city I take it, our halls are made all the more brighter by your presence, how may I be of service?\" \n||"
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "Emika's smile widened slightly by the polite and kind reception of her fellow Scorpion. \"It is my hope that I might establish quarters and be near if my services are required. Though, the halls are many and sometimes it feels like a maze here.\", Emika admitted with a soft blush of her cheeks. \"Perhaps you could enlighten me on potential accomodations for one such as myself? It would be most appreciated.\", the Soshi woman remarked in response for his question of how he might be of assistance to her.\n\nEmika, on closer inspection, would be around similar age to Tomura, approximately Twenty-one Seasons herself. Though from her fine kimono, the wakizashi at her waist, and the divination coins which jingled on a string on the opposite side of her hips as her small blade... She might have seemed older. Not too much older, mind you. She just took great care to present herself as well as possible given what she was, and the family she belonged to. Everything about her was a calculated presentation meant to impress the beholder."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded and followed along with her words, \"I see, many of us live in the palace, my own kin have their own estate but I find it easier to live where I work, if you would wish Soshi-sama, we can have the staff prepare chambers for you, I'm sure their is a room available for one of your station.\" He suggested. \n\n\"Have you checked in with anyone else, if not I can inform Shosuro-sama of your arrival,\" He then seems to realize something then tapped the forehead of his mask, \"Where are my manners, Bayushi Tomura, at your service, please excuse my discourtsy.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "Emika shook her head gently. \"I have not checked in with anyone else. I had arrived without any expectations. It is better that way, you know? Disappointment is a taste more bitter than cheap tea.\", the Shugenja remarked whimsically. It was nice to meet a well mannered person like Tomura. Respectful, but not reverent. Some of the peasantry tended to treat Emika and Shugenja like her as if they were divinity incarnate at times. It was a good thing, but the end result was boredom with the behavior. \"But, yes, might as well alert them that I am here.\", Emika added after a brief pause.\n ||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Please, don't think on it, I'll inform the higher ups of your arrival, please spend this time getting used to your new home.\" He said cheerfully, then led her to the part of the palace that held the quarters for those in resident, \"Now, their is a free room that does not have anyone laying claim to it, it's quite spacious as well, I'm sure you'll find good use of it.\" He nodded as he led her down the hall, like any other Scorpion holding of note, the layout and decor was designed to confuse any visitor, to the Scorpion however, it was easy to the navigate, \"So, Soshi-san, may I ask where you hail from, forgive my curiosity but my duties often see me becoming bored to death, I enjoy a good story.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "Emika nodded at the line of question that followed the explanation of the explanation of usual living arrangements. It was good that she had run into Tomura, as so far, he was the most informative and helpful of the people she had encountered thus far since arriving to the Shosuro palace. \"I come from the Yuma province, one of the Soshi family's holdings. Though, until recently most of my time was spent in the Dojo of the Closed Eye. Studies, practice, and cultivation of my talents.\", she remarked with a wave of her hand dismissively at her own words. \"Selected by the Fortunes, and now I am here to assist with the things a sword cannot.\", Emika further explained with a soft smile at the end of her sentence. \"You do not look like much of a warrior either, and I mean no offense in that observation. Perhaps you too have a skillset that is employed in a similar fashion?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He chuckled, \"None taken, Soshi-san, I'm hardly a warrior in any capacity, and to be honest, I have never even rode a horse, much less fought someone in single combat.\" He shaked his head. \"Nor am I well versed in magic or, besides morning prayers to Bayushi, Jurojin, and Sadahako, have much insight on the nature of the Fortunes and Kami.\" He opened a door to an unfurnished room, sizable and respectable for one of her station. \n\n\"This should serve your purpose, I hope.\" He smiled under his mask, \"No Soshi-san, I am a simple man of little consequence, here to support and aid the Scorpion in any way I can, which in my case, can often be just standing in a room, providing conversation, and offering people that which they need or desire, if their is anything you desire, please, do not hesitate to ask me.\" \n||"
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "Emika took time to examine Tomura as they walked, listening to the way he described himself. Everything in Scorpion culture was hinted with some form of deception. Perhaps by understating his value to nothing more than a mere servant capable of holding conversation he was intending to lower her guard, or relax her natural paranoia to plot and intrigue? She could guess at a few reasons for the surmised humility, but instead chose to let it go. For now, she intended to let Tomura's self-evaluation of his own skills stand.\n\n\"This should do nicely, I will send for my things shortly. I intend to be available in case matters concerning my arrival need to be addressed.\", she then thought for a moment on how she might reward Tomura for his service. The way he spoke, he did appear more in line with the commoners, and so perhaps knowing a bit of what the future held in store for him would be nice. \"Perhaps once I have settled in, I will cast the Kawaru in your favor? Seek the Fortune's plans for your near future?\", she offered. Some found the art of divination to be peasant magic, however, the Soshi family had this down to a reliable talent."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Examining Tomura, one would see a lean young man, pale from either being cooped up in doors all day or perhaps a bad constitution, silent and attentive. \n\n\"I thank you for the offer, but I would hate for you to use your skills on me when their are more important matters, I'm sure the Ambassador will have need of you soon once he knows you have arrive, your charming company was more then a reward for me, Soshi-san, perhaps we will find ourselves working together in the future.\" He replied, \"Is their any questions you may have, I would hate to leave you without answering anything that I could assist with.\""
},
{
"author": "achanasonozaki",
"message": "Emika was not keen on demanding Tomura take some form of payment for the services he had rendered thus far. She was the shrewd type to take what she could get, and for as little as cost as possible. It was not a vile way of living, not to her. It was simply natural order, and the baser animal instincts of surviving and thriving. \"I will be fine from here, Bayushi-san, until I am needed. I am sure that once they receive word from you Shosuro-sama will not waste much time with delay on summoning me.\", she said with a kind smile and a bow of her head to him in respect and regard. \n\nThere was almost a sisterly kindness displayed to him. Sure, Tomura was no warrior, like her deceased twin. However, she could not put her finger on it directly. Something about him seemed to remind her of Ichiro. Then she made up her mind, she would cast the Kawaru for Tomura in private later. If anything, to sate her curiousity about the future and what part he might play in her time here among her fellow Scorpions. And it was not unlike her to simply do something to spite another if it served her interests all the same. \"I am intrigued to see how you contribute around here in the future. I am certain you play a more vital role than perhaps you are aware of? Time will show us the path. However, with that in mind, we should both rest and prepare to walk it.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded, \"I thank you for your kind words,\" He smiled under his mask, \"I will leave you to unpack then, I look forward to working with you in the future, Soshi-san, prehaps in the coming days I could show you around town, theire are many sights to behold.\" He offered, then stepped back into the hallway and went on his way"
}
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{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "A day had passed since Sanumo received Yuto's letter. After much deliberation, he had left his own schedule unaltered and put in some time for Iemon to go out on the town for a necessary, but boring appointment.\n\nAn appointment that didn't exist.\n\nYou could never be fully certain when it came to letters, but between the colors present, the thought-provoking ending, and the seemingly thoughtless refusal to visit the Phoenix on their own grounds, something was amiss.\n\nAnd they were about to find out what.\n\nHaving found a suitable moment earlier in the day, Sanumo had urged Iemon privately to leave at the appointed time, but to completely ignore the required task. Instead, Sanumo would leave around thirty minutes later, meet up with Iemon at a non-descript storefront, and explain himself.\n\nAnd that was what had happened, save that the Karo had arrived carrying two parcels. He bowed woodenly to his superior, the objects getting in the way somewhat.\n\n\"I am sorry about the delay, Shiba Iemon-sama. I can provide ample explanation, if you'll please come with me. »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon quirked his eyebrow slightly at the two parcels, returning the bow, and then glanced around the nearby storefront. His eyes breezed over the small baubles and saw nothing of necessity or interest to him, especially in light of the current curiosity presented to him.\n\n\"While I can't say that I was particularly attached to the assigned appointment, deviation is not something that I have come to expect from you, Asako Sanumo-san. The ample explanation you promise will be welcome.\" Though the words themselves were seemingly blunt, Iemon could not keep a note of amusement from his words, denoting the trust he had in his Karo. There was undoubtedly a good reason for whatever course he had set, all he had to do was await the reasoning. \n\nWith a nod, he encouraged Sanumo to lead on.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Leaving with Iemon in tow, he made sure to speak only when he thought it most likely that the two wouldn't be overheard.\n\n« I received a letter from the Scorpion yesterday. While the meaning of letters is always up for debate because of various interpretations of color and symbolism, the one that seems most likely to me in this case is, 'danger of unclear form.' They very pointedly ignored our request to host them and instead invited us to the palace, which is where we are en route to at this very moment. They urged discretion and good judgement, hence the... Deviation, as you put it. I don't know the danger and so I am treating everything as a potential hazard. »\n\nThe Karo was doing his best to act naturally, briskly walking along his set course and keeping his mind on what he could control, rather than what he couldn't.\n\n« One of these parcels is our gift to our hosts. The other is a cover. If anyone asks, you were unable to fulfill your appointment because of a double-booking. Rather than cause a scene over it, you went to the market and bought yourself a new Shogi board. That parcel is twice-wrapped with differing appearances and I was seen leaving our embassy with it. Before we return, I suggest you remove the outermost layer of wrapping so as to maintain believability. »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon's face became an impassive mask as he nodded wordlessly to Sanumo's analysis of everything being a potential hazard. He kept pace easily enough, hand coming to rest in a casual manner on his katana's sheath. \n\n\"It seems you have considered every contingency in this. If we are to take the warning seriously, at the barest minimum such measures will, I presume, be respected by our soon-to-be hosts to abide by such indications.\" He masked his slight unease with a veneer of humor. Sanumo had always impressed him with his thoroughness, but to see his capabilities applied to a course of action that seemed to border on the fanciful tales of espionage pillow-books? \n\n*How I have underestimated him!* \n\n\"Do we know who we are meeting with?\" He asked mildly, letting his eyes continue to rove casually at the stalls they passed to better add to his appearance of nonchalance.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "« If not all contingencies, let us hope that I have covered enough. »\n\nThe plan had been put together on short notice and with imperfect information. Whether it would hold up under these conditions remained to be seen.\n\nHe led Iemon on a somewhat circuitous path, wanting to make it unclear where they finally intended to go for as long as was reasonable.\n\n« If the letter is accurate, the Ambassador himself. I'm unsure what other company may be present. » The writing had seemed to intimate that Yuto would join them, but he was already dealing with many assumptions. One more seemed ill-advised.\n\nSanumo seemed content to linger in silence, or at least in the dull mindlessness of idle chatter, as they travelled to the Shosuro Palace. The distraction helped to ease his nerves.\n\nArriving outside, he deferred to Iemon to introduce them to the approaching ashigaru.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon nodded, engaging in idle small talk to add to the facade of ease. He noted their path as being indirect, but gradually taking them closer to the Shosuro Palace. Only occasionally did he let his glance rove behind them, unsure if he would notice anyone following them. \n\nFinally, they arrived. Iemon gave a small bow to the ashigaru. \"Greetings. Ambassador Shiba Iemon and Karo Asako Sanumo of the Phoenix Clan to visit with the esteemed Scorpion Ambassador.\" Iemon allowed his words to take on a self-assured tone of command appropriate for addressing someone of lower station without being denigrating.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "When the two Phoenix arrived, they'd not only be greeted by an Ashigaru, but the Magistrate of the Scorpion himself. Yuto awaited their meeting with much anticipation, standing tall just before the gates into their courtyard. He showed much respect to the Phoenix, believing those of such status should be greeted by someone of importance—not just a mere soldier. Besides, news of this meeting was to be within solid confines, and this was a show of that. He bowed deeply to greet the two. \n\n\"Welcome! Shiba-Sama, Asako-Sama. It gladdens me to see that you two have arrived safely. Forgive the abruptness of the occasion, and of course standing before you in my poor condition.\" \n\nThe man boasted injuries from his last expedition. They were still healing, while he could still manage his duties, it was noticeable. One eye was covered in a bandage and an arm within a wrapped cast, besides these additions the Bayushi wore traditional scorpion attire. Still wanting to look appropriate for the occasion. Another notable sign of trust, of course it could be assumed due to his injuries Yuto wouldn't carry it, but he was without his Katana. Merely carrying his Wakizashi on the right hip. \n\n\"And of course as apology for not accepting the invitation to your embassy, I've prepared gifts that'll be given to you later. Please, come in.\" \n\nHe'd have guided them into the desolate palace, having arranged this beforehand with his Ambassador, accommodations were prepared. Having Chinatsu, his servant inform Komori and Tomura of their arrival. Their dining hall would be open and free for them to discuss several topics, and most importantly it's where Shiba Iemon would come face to face with Shosuro Komori. While Yuto pushed for their union, he could only do so much. Hoping such efforts could bear fruit here. \n\n\"I appreciate your prudence in coming here, I'd like to introduce you to my Ambassador, Shosuro Komori, and our diplomatic face, Bayushi Tomura. It is my hope that we'll find ourselves more acquainted moving forward.\"\n\nHe sat down waiting for everyone to settle in and brace themselves. Having servants pour them all the choice of freshly brewed Tea or Sake. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura didn't really enter the room as much as slide in, silently entering and walking to where the rest where seated, stopping to bow to the two Phoenix. He was wearing the robes of a minor courtier, crimson and black in the colors of his clan, his face was completely covered by a Kitsune Mask, as black as midnight.\n\n\"Shiba-sama, I am most honored to finally meet you,\"He said bowing to the ambassador, then he turned and bowed to Sanumo, \"Asako-san, it is wonderful to see you once more.\" Then he turned to the space between them in order to bow to both, \"Bayushi Tomura, a humble servant of the Scorpion, I hope this will be the start of many pleasant conversations between us.\" He lifted himself then silently walked to a chair, sitting down.\n||"
},
{
"author": "hida",
"message": "\"Indeed. Let us enjoy each other's company.\" A deep voice accompanied to a man of proud bearing echoed through the dining chamber. An aging samurai in black, crimson and gold patterned robes walked into the room nodding to his subordinates and bowing to the phoenix emissaries. \n\n\"An honor to meet you both, dear cousins. I am Shosuro Komori, new Scorpion clan ambassador to Ryoko Owari Toshi.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon's face quickly showed his concern for the visible injuries Yuto sported. \"Why, Magistrate Bayushi Yuto-san! I hope that your wounds are not overly burdensome. If there is anything we can offer to speed your healing, please feel free to ask.\" He says, quick to offer a bow in return. \"No need for apologies, it is a privilege to meet with you once again\"\n\nFollowing Yuto inside, he offered his katana for sharpening before entering, following to the offered seats in the dining hall.\n\nIemon rose to bow in response to Tomura's introduction. \"It is an honor to meet you as well, Bayushi-san.\" His eyes lingered on his Kitsune mask. *Impressive to manage such detail on midnight black materials.* He spared a slight glance to Sanumo at Tomura's words to him. \"I hope the same, of course.\"\n\nThe final arrival elicited an equal bow from the Phoenix ambassador. \"An honor to meet you, Ambassador Shosuro-sama. I am Shiba Iemon, and I am privileged to be your counterpart from the Phoenix clan. Congratulations on your new appointment!\"\n\nHe reached down, picking up to offer one of the parcels brought with the Phoenix delegation. After the customary refusals, it would be found to contain a bottle of sake. \"I have had the privilege of receiving a small sampling from a favorite brewery from my home city of Nikesake. This is the first bottle from that order and I would be honored to have the first taste go to you and your fellow Scorpion samurai.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Whereas Iemon showed his concern for Yuto's injuries openly, Sanumo only let it show through his gaze - his brow knitting slightly in worry for the Magistrate. \n\n« We appreciate your apology, Bayushi Yuto-san, even if it seems unwarranted in light of... Recent developments. »\n\nAccepting the offer of tea, Sanumo rose to bow to Tomura while it was poured for him. The bow was slightly less than what the Scorpion courtier had offered, if only because he was a Karo and Tomura an envoy. He saw no point in making a fuss over the pedantics of honorifics at this time.\n\n« Bayushi-san. It is a fine day to share with one another. » He would have seated himself then, had it not been for the arrival of Komori. Sanumo bowed deeply, but allowed Iemon to speak for the both of them in greeting and entreating with the man of higher station. For now, at least.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "He was appreciative of Iemons offer, and relieved his apology was accepted by the two. Yuto certainly dodged an incoming arrow despite his clear breaches of etiquette. With Tomura and Komori entering the room, a feeling of satisfaction came across the man's lips. The two were more seasoned diplomats and suited for these kind of meetings, finally connecting them with the Phoenix would be a pleasure. He was happy to see their pleasant greetings and congratulations. \n\nThen there of course was the offer of sake, to which Yuto placed a palm over his own cup, before the servant could fill it. In truth, the Magistrates protective nature instinctively kicked in. Mostly due to not knowing who prepared such a gift, still unaware if they were compromised or not in coming here. \n\"Quite an evocative offering to share something from your home, I'd certainly honored to share it with you, Shiba-sama.\" \n\nWhile he of course wouldn't protest Komori or Tomura partaking, Yuto would have made sure he'd be the first to do so. Offering up his cup for the Sake to be poured, the Magistrate was shocked by the delightful taste. Not being one for sake, this would be a pleasant surprise. \n\"It has been many nights since we last conferred, it gladdens me to see you both well and enthusiastic for this meeting. There is an ardent feeling present within the room that I hope we all share.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Komori was the Ambassador, Yuto the Magistrate, for the moment Tomura elected to speak when spoken too and let the higher ups have their talk, he would know when he was needed. For now, he simply sipped on the sake, a satisfied smile forming on his face at the taste of the vintage. \n||"
},
{
"author": "hida",
"message": "Komori smiled warmly at the phoenix as the drink was poured and raised his cup. \"To fruitful conversation and kinship.\" \n\nHe waited a moment before taking a drink of the delightful brew. A look of pleasant surprise marks his face. \"A light sweetness that is pleasant entirely. Masterful brew. Thank you, Shiba-sama.\" \n\nWith a practiced concern, Komori looked over to his bandaged magistrate. \"I'm glad you both have come at such serendipitous timing. I had been meaning to reach out to you about a few matters regarding the city and some concerning spiritual matters but those can wait for the moment. Yuto- I believe you invited the ambassador and his advisor. What is it you wished to discuss?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon bowed at the complimentary words. \"Sake is best shared in good company. I am grateful that this arrived in time for our sudden meeting.\" He gave a thankful glance to Sanumo for his choice of gift that he had packaged. *He does know me well enough that it is just what I would have picked to bring.*\n\nHe set the bottle down in the middle of the table, turning his attention to Yuto. Finding out the reason for such an unannounced visit had roused his curiosity.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "With them all settling in and enjoying the company of one another, Yuto was quite pleased. When asked of the topic of discussion, the Magistrate was unsure of bearing the bad news to the phoenix. Shifting a gaze over to Tomura, it was all to their courtier that this information was received, and not in a pleasant way.. \n\n\"Yes, Shosuro-sama, first I'd like to discuss the anonymity of our meeting. I believe Asako-san took the necessary precautions to discreetly arrive here without unwanted ears listening.\" He nodded to the Karo, then gestures towards Tomura. Without him they'd have not known this information. \n\n\"We've reason to suspect intelligence belonging to the Crane housed in the walls of your embassy. Hence why I ordered Chinatsu-san to hand the letter directly to Asako-san. It was with utmost importance we make you aware without them catching wind.\" He spoke softly, not entirely sure how they'd take this information. Not well the Magistrate imagined. \n\n\"It's thanks to Bayushi Tomura-san, that we have this information. Our relations with the Crane are uncertain, as are their intentions. Moving forward with our endeavors I'd like us all to exercise caution. Until more is known.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo stiffened, a sense of cold washing over him. Slowly, he produced his fan and used it to cover most of his face, stopping just below his eyes. When he spoke, it was with a more distant, detached-feeling tone.\n\n« I think it best that this is explained to us, **Immediately.** It sounds an awful lot like you are suggesting that my predecessor or I have failed terribly. »\n\nIt wasn't unfathomable that such a thing could be true, but it could prove disasterous for the little niche he had carved out for himself.\n\nAnd **That** Was unacceptable.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I was called to an unexpected meeting with Doji-sama, after it turned out my invitation to their embassy was not formally approved... During this meeting she made mention that the Scorpion seem to be searching for allies, with a book of the Tao, an edition quite popular in your libraries, was out in an almost display.\" He explained, \"I notified Rokugo-san that night.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon's face betrayed little as he nodded at the implications here. Not that he would blame Sanumo for something like this, but he knew the younger man well enough that *He* Would take it as a personal failing that intelligence was leaked by someone on their staff.\n\nHe considered the words of Tomura carefully. \"So it seems we are not the only ones having unexpected meetings. Whose approval for your invitation was lacking?\" He began with, sipping from the offered tea their hosts had given.\n\n\"I would hope that the Tao of Shinsei was more popular than just in *Our* Libraries, though its origin in the handiwork of Kami Shiba-sama is undoubted. Likewise, our previous visit had not been made in secret, so it is not impossible to surmise their assumption from that alone. What else gave you indication that they had procured information from within our walls? Certain words quoted?\"\n\nThe line of questioning was not so much to hope to reveal some slip from the Crane, Iemon was certain they would have been careful to assess their choices of words carefully. This was more to see the thought process of this Scorpion diplomat and weigh his judgment against Iemon's own.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded.\n\n\"I had begun a passing aquaintince with the Crane known as Daidoji Adohiro, my hope was to foster a weak link within ther Clan, but it already prove breaking, he invited me into their embassy and offered to become *My yojimbo*, overhearing this was the ambassador, who scolded him and took me to her office as I had been meaning to introduce myself as clan emissary... Of course I meant no offence to the Phoenix by visiting them first, by my hope was to get a feel of the Unicorn, Crane, and Lion early due to their... Prejudice.\" He chuckled, \"However, she used the meeting to flex and play head games, the type of tao would have been one that the halls of your Embassy just by looking at it, and her gift to me Kintsugi set, to comment on the state of the Scorpion, it was very much a 'show rather then tell' threat.\" He turned to Yuto, \"I must admit though, I am unsure where the Mole is placed, but it is clear that such an operative stands against all our intrests.\" \n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Their reactions were expected, sensing a genuineness coming from both the Karo and Ambassador. Due to it being Tomuras experience, he let the young diplomat say what was needed. It made sense for the Ambassador to test their judgement, how could they truly know if the Phoenix possessed a mole? Whilst their previous meeting wasn't in particular a secret, it was still discreetly arranged. \n\n\"While our previous meeting was indeed not secret, Myself and Asako-san met by coincidence, there's no possibility for anyone outside both our respective clans to know.\" \n\nHe hoped that fact would bring things around. Sure letters were made and returned, but Chinatsu was a trusted servant whom took record of who she passed the letters off to. As Tomura looked to him, unsure of where exactly a mole would be placed, Yuto would be able to provide resolve. \n\n\"We've assets in place to prevent cracks in our walls, the same assets I intend to propose to you. If there is cracks dormant in your Embassy, we'll be more than happy to identify them, and have them sealed shut. Unlike the Crane, we've approached you respectively with our intentions. We believed this information should be delivered urgently, and discreetly.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo's fan stayed in place, his grip upon it rigid and unforgiving. « This seems awfully... Speculative so far. » His gaze flicked between the Scorpion present.\n\nBut he was at least, begrudgingly, willing to entertain the idea. « Let's say that, hypothetically, we were to assume you are correct and act in accordance with your best judgement. What would these assets be and what would you require of us? That is not to mention the fate of the purported offender, which I believe we should take into our own hands. »\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Daidoji Adohiro... There is a name I would not mind being forgotten in the annals of Rokugan's history.\" The youth had presented himself with such audacious temerity in his own Embassy, it was no wonder Iemon hadn't considered visiting the Crane a high priority after such a display.\n\n\"No offense is taken, Bayushi-san, learning the lay of the political landscape is perfectly understandable.\" The mention of Kintsugi so soon after discussing it with Kitsu Miu was almost *Too* Coincidental.\n\n\"Truly, the thought of the Crane operating in such a way is disquieting to say the least. What about the book made its intended message so plain to you?\"\n\nIemon nodded at Sanumo's assessment, adding nothing else but awaiting the Scorpions' reply to his Karo's inquiries.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "The fox mask seemed to stare blankly at the samurai gathered in the room and simply shrugged.\n\n\"It is what I would have done,\" He simply said, \"I have no proof, no certain words spoken, what I have is a gut feeling and the voice in my head saying, 'why would I do the exact same thing in there position'.\" He sipped his drink, \"Perhaps I am simply seeing daggers in the shadows, but then again, maybe it's not mere shadows, however I would ask the room to humor me.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "There was an uncertainty and tension within the air, one Yuto knew all too well. To the phoenix, they could have been seen as speculative, paranoid, and perhaps lacking critical judgement. Yet the scorpion couldn't be more certain, for the Crane were simply their reflection in the water. Relying upon slick tongues and deft messages, using underhanded tactics and petty maneuvers to gain advantage. Learning of their meddling and proving it to their cousins would be quite the play, then there was of course the intent. \n\nHad Lady Doji simply been pulling the Scorpions sleeve? The phoenix were their cousin clan, while they knew the scorpion sought allies, there's the potential their brothers in warm red would be a first pick. Though Yuto refused to give them that much credit and wit, in truth the scorpion were taking a gamble, but when were they not? Responding in plain confidence, the Magistrate spoke up. \n\n\"The crane have their ways of being adroit and shrewd with their words, messages, and intentions. You may believe our 'speculative' story to be specious, but we can all agree that action will bring clarity to the veil casted by this situation, yes?\" \n\nHesitation and uncertainty this late would only make them lose credibility, and make them look like fools. Placing a finger on the rim of his cup, he trailed the edge around it. Until dipping his finger into the Sake. Looking back up to Iemon and Sanumo, his general expression never changed. Even when his hand reached up to take off the crimson silk that made up his mask. \n\nYuto allowed his face to be seen, the two had seen it during their last meeting. Letting the silk fall and coat over his fingers, his eyes trailed back up, hoping to have their attention. \"Even though we cannot see the knife beneath the shroud of silk, the shape the fabric takes will reveal the blades presence.\" \n\nThis analogy was so they'd understand where the scorpion stood. While the Cranes dishonorable nature was not plain, here were the signs foretelling of what was to come. \n\n\"All I want is to offer a chance to assure your safety, expose the encumbrances, and prove our earnest intention to fortify positive relationships between our two noble clans. The invitation extended to dine at your embassy remains, does it not?\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Faint shifting could be heard as the Karo adjusted how he was seated. The pair had a point that the Crane were known for their subtlety and attention to detail; how else would the Kakita ever live up to their claims of perfection.\n\nIt would also explain why the Crane had seemed to leave the Phoenix to their own devices for so long. They wouldn't need formal meetings with an informal informant. Negligence wasn't the Crane way, not when it came to diplomacy.\n\nThat thought resonated with him and he spoke upon it's realization. « Unless Shiba-sama seeks to say otherwise, that is the case, yes. » He looked to Iemon sidelong, his opinion ultimately being the most important among their delegation.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon had calmed his initial response to Tomura's shrug, his memory still sharp in recalling the previous Scorpion governor's debacle. *But it is not fair to judge them by an older incident that they were not directly a part of. We offered the same courtesy to the Unicorn, it's only just to extend it here to the Scorpion as well.*\n\nThen Yuto had spoken, and Iemon found himself *Impressed* By the sincerity he presented. Not that Yuto had shown himself contrary to this in their interactions, by any means. But his sincere desire to seek to expose a potential threat to the Phoenix was firmly impressed upon Iemon. That it would benefit the Scorpion to expose that threat was inconsequential, especially since it was an honestly declared intention on his part. \n\nHe offered a slight bow in acknowledgment of the words and gesture of Yuto. \"Indeed, the invitation stands. Your Sincerity does you credit, Bayushi-san, you shall have your chance.\"\n\nHe turned to Tomura and offered a small bow as well. \"Apologies, it is not out of a lack of wishing to humor you that I questioned your words. All I sought was as much clarity as I could to see what you had seen.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Had his words made an impact? One had to be careful with their words, for they could be a convincing muse, or a deter. The Phoenix and Scorpion both sought for an auspicious future beside one another, and the last thing they needed were another clan meddling in their affairs. While there were still seeds of doubt, it would be the Scorpions place to remove them and plant roots to foster trust. \n\n\"There's no need to apologize for your prudent nature, Shiba-sama, it is an admirable attribute. Impetuosity will only lead to missteps.\" \n\nBeing given their chance, the Bayushi would ensure it'd not go to waste. Exuding confidence was important, but there were still many things to consider. The crane could have wanted to stir something between their clans, make them think there's something—where there is nothing. \n\n\"Our meeting now should not be compromised, your knowledge of these agents should be unknown to the Crane. This is key to drawing them out. Moving forward, be weary of where suspicion is displayed, and who you unveil it to.\" \n\nYuto would have bowed once more in apology, knowing that there were hopes to establish connections. Though it seemed they had larger priorities. \"Forgive me, I know there is mutual aspirations to achieve between our two clans. I fully intend to pursue them with you, but corroborating the safety of you and all your **Loyalty** Subordinates is our first priority.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "The Karo set his fan down, but found himself unconsciously crossing his arms afterwards. His face unobscured, it became clear that he had adopted a stony countenance; a necessary precaution with how he was feeling right now.\n\nHe took a deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose. \"Your concern is noted and appreciated, both of you. Rest assured that I will do my best to guide the Phoenix along a path of *Shared* Unity.\"\n\n To anyone who might know what to look for, a building pressure was being kept at bay behind the courtier's façade. Something under his direct purview had been called into question and, rightfully or not, it was yet **Another** Problem that sought to divide the Phoenix from their erstwhile allies. He was *Angry* And was already formulating how best to channel that into a suitable solution.\n\n\"What a poor bird we would be if we did not shed a few feathers from time to time.\" The sentence was uttered with a calmness that failed to reach his heart.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "There was certainly tension in the air, and a LOT of it was coming from Sanumo. Yuto couldn't fault the man however, believing he himself failed. However, he did not fail at all. The scorpion would not allow this to proceed, it was best to calm their tensions. \n\n\"I hope to put your stress at ease, Asako-san. As a Magistrate I'm trained to indulge in observance of suspicious activity, deciphering lies, and uncovering uncanny truths. I'm sure with our combined efforts we'll achieve favorable results.\" \n\nYuto would have gotten parchment and ink from Chinatsu. \"It can be easy to gain information from a mere servant. To them, offerings of money, clothes, meals, or threats are motivation to comply. If you are comfortable, I have some questions I'd like answered. This will allow us to isolate the potential agents.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo massaged the bridge of his nose. \"I agree that the best way to resolve this is in tandem with you.\" He gauged his words briefly. \"My frustrations are with these circumstances, specifically - not your airing of them.\"\n\nLeaning forward in his seat at the mention of questions, he huffed, but acquiesced. \"Very well, Bayushi Yuto-san. You may begin your inquisition.\" His eyes flicked to the Magistrate's paper as he nearly asked for writing utensils of his own. What stayed his hand was the knowledge that he couldn't bring whatever he wrote back to the embassy without risking operational security. \n\n*What a damnable pain this whole affair is turning out to be.*\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "His smile became pleasant as Yuto was reassured by the Phoenix, though he of course knew the scorpion weren't the problem. However, did they fail, there would be another one. Now that he had ink and material to write upon, one arm reached for the silk sleeve to slightly tug it back. Assuring no ink stained his Haori. His eyes lifted back up to face Sanumo. First he'd inquire. \n\n\"Besides the respective members of your clan, do you house anyone else within the embassy? Guests? Servants? Anyone that wouldn't be there under normal circumstances? Of course your willingness to disclose this information is entirely up to you.\" \n\nHe was ready to get details and pinpoint whomever the contact for the Crane was. Yuto as a suspicion seeking man regularly let his mind run, allowing one's openness to find truth. \n\n\"Does a Samurai of your keep directly conduct the organization of servants within the embassy or is there an installed manager among the heimin themselves?\" Yuto would try to ask key questions. Hoping the two phoenix would catch on to wherever the cracks could be in their halls. \n\n\"Typically, information can be found and received by callous gossip, some may not even know they're giving said information to the contact. I hope these questions I'm raising can raise precision in luring this agent out. How we approach this endeavor will be important.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "Sanumo shook his head, his hair lightly swishing. \"No guests beyond our own clansmen. Our servants, however, are all housed on-site.\"\n\n*The better to keep them from such actions as these.*\n\n\"Directly beneath myself are two heimin managers, Shin and Setsu. The former was, until recently, orchestrating the efforts of our ashigaru during the transition between one Captain of the Guard and the next. He no longer has this duty, but still holds some esteem for having stepped up in a time of need. The latter is an old man who has been with the embassy far longer than myself and focuses on orchestrating embassy maintenance, hospitality, and the like.\"\n\n\"Our new Captain of the Guard is still settling in, so I'm not certain how Shin's role can or will change, but Setsu organizes the servants into delegated groups as needed to keep up with anything Iemon or I pass his way.\"\n\nThe Karo didn't feel it was out of line to offer this information. None of it seemed terribly difficult to obtain, especially not in the heart of once-Scorpion territory. He did, however, dislike how readily his mind picked apart what he knew about these heimin to try and dissect what motives they could possibly have. He **Liked** Them, but would have to make sure they were handled appropriately if they had truly sunk so low.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "As the man spoke he wrote down the relevant information accordingly. If none other clan delegates were within the embassy, it was likely a servant. Had the crane employed a head servant than everything transpiring in that embassy was theirs to know. They were certainly suspects, but the crane were subtle with their intentions and actions. Perhaps someone of little significance, who knew which questions to ask and how to keep their head down. \n\n\"Shin and Setsu, do they regulate all of the Heimins task for the Clan Samurai? How often do you or other members of the Phoenix commune with the lesser servants?\" \n\nHe kept a steady hand, waiting to draw up more but wanted to help Sanumo understand. Perhaps more information could allow him to pinpoint and speculate. \n\n\"Often an agent doesn't bother to place their ears upon doors or pour tea while you discuss affairs. They'll receive information from other servants from casual gossip by asking the right questions, and often finding where this intel regulates among them within the embassy.\" \n\nTypically the kitchen or gardens would do the trick, even whispers within the bedrooms. Judging from the intelligence received by Sanumo, they'd likely have to be careful in approaching the two head servants. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "leduelist",
"message": "\"That pair do regulate all of the heimin's tasks, yes. My personal policy is to only speak to those beneath them in cases of discipline, clarification, or urgency, but no mechanism stops other Phoenix from doing otherwise.\"\n\n\"That said... If the key indicator you have is the book you mentioned you had on display, Setsu's team would have easier, more plausible access to our tomes.\" He frowned.\n\nDissecting his own staff as though they were all potential enemies felt foreign, with the exception of the Isawa, of course. Though it felt wrong, it needed to be done.\n\n\"We recently acquired a Phoenix to act as caretaker of our libraries, among other things. I can speak to her and our Captain of the Guard, also recently arrived, about what they may have observed. Both are new enough fixtures that they **Shouldn't** Be part of the problem and their perspectives are novel and insightful.\"\n\n\"And, barring any success there, we can keep our ears open where tongues are prone to waggle.\" While the servants frequented most of the embassy out of necessity, all within their walls were prone to visiting the temple. It seemed a likely place for information to circulate amidst the various rites.\n\nIt seemed outwardly like he had a plan and, while not fully confident it would work, was ready to see it through.\n\n||"
},
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"author": "baronvark",
"message": "Iemon had sat thoughtfully, allowing the others to discuss while he considered all that had been brought forwards in the meeting, and only occasionally sipping at the tea before him. His appetite was firmly suppressed by the weight of this decision, but Sanumo had handled the peculiarities of the embassy's staff discussion admirably. *Indeed, better than I would have.* He thought to himself. \n\nThe charge of the Scorpion that there was a spy operating in their embassy could, he supposed, be something that reflected negatively on both of the Phoenix here. Sanumo's candid and measured response, though clearly tense, showed his reliability in the face of such stress. \n\n\"That does assume the book was an intentional clue, rather than a feint. In dueling with both words and blades, the Crane are well known for their clever cuts.\"\n\nHe turned to Yuto. \"Speaking to your duty as a magistrate, what will you do when you catch this individual with their testimony?\" No question of whether Yuto thought it was possible, the ambassador's face had become an impassive stone mask as he considered the further ripples of this stone in the pond of the City of Lies. The unspoken acknowledgment of what 'receiving' of testimony often meant in Rokugan hung in the air, a difficult part of the judicial system. One that Iemon was glad not to have direct responsibility for.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto and Sanumo went back and forth quite coherently. Much useful was provided by the Phoenix and written down by the Scorpion. Knowing the two Heimin managed and conducted the lower servants, there was likely some room for an agent to sneak in. Looking back up to the karo after he finished writing, Yuto had a content look. While the Phoenix were certain to find this situation negative and of low moral, the scorpions were here to aid. \n\n\"Thank you, Asako-san, this information will be useful.\" \n\nIt was then that Shiba Iemon spoke up. He was listening and ruminating over the discussion. Judging by the man's words, he too could see the traces of a Cranes game. Nodding in agreement, he would wait patiently for the ambassador to continue. When the question of testimony and what they'd do came up, he raised An eyebrow. \n\n\"First, we must expose the cat and ensure its claws aren't ready to pounce. Then, we must learn of its intent and how long it's been within your shadow. We know not if the Crane are your enemies yet if they are. We will gather evidence of their perfidy and I'll trust in your judgment moving forward.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "baronvark",
"message": "\"Indeed.\" Iemon considered the words of the Magistrate. The explicit acknowledgment of not only the duty of his role, but how highly he considered the value of the wellbeing of the Phoenix further showed the ambassador the sincerity of the Scorpion.\n\n\"Your use of the word 'trust' says much, Bayushi-san, and I am appreciative that it is a mutual word we can share in this case.\" He bowed to the Scorpion as a further sign of respect. \"No matter the outcome, you have shown yourself to be a friend to the Phoenix, and we hope for the opportunity to show our friendship to you in turn.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Trust being mutual between their clans was all he wanted. Yuto carried a genuine nature in his character but the colors he wore always gave hesitance to others. Progress in building positive relations was important. Now the Scorpion was being put to the test, having to prove the Crane were indeed spies. Despite this test, the Magistrate remained calm and confident. \n\n\"It gladdens my heart that you feel such a way, Shiba-sama. Our goal here is sincerity and a prosperous future in this city for both of our clans. Together we won't follow past histories', but forge new ones.\" He spoke resolutely and soundly in his words. Exchanging a look of approval with each present and returning a bow to the Ambassador. \n\n\"We will send a letter soon accepting your invitation, whomever the cat is. We want them to be aware of our arrival, the prey is most susceptible to the predator when they don't know they're being hunted.\" Yuto would have to acquire the right person for the job. Even though he was an attentive Magistrate he'd need help from another. \n\n\"If there's nothing more to discuss in the meantime, I'd invite you to stay and enjoy a meal. However, if you wish to make a swift return to your embassy to not alert or raise suspicion, then we will understand. It has been an honor having you. Knowing that you trust us is an honor, one we will continue to earn.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura was lucky that he had run into Yuto-san, no need to find his superior when you have afternoon tea as a meet and greet. He followed the magistrate to the Shosuro-palace, a magnificent structure that stood to remind the city who Owari's true masters are. Tomura had heard how many times governorship has changed hands, but no matter who claims her, she always returns to the Scorpion, a thought that made him smile under his mask. \n\nFollowing Yuto, Tomura felt a sense of honor at being counted among the Scorpion that called the city home, the city was considered by many in the clan to be the jewlel of the Scorpion lands, and even if the clan was not in direct control at the moment, she'll return to them, she always did. \n\nOnce it seemed they had reached their destination, Tomura gave Yuto a respectful bow, \"I am honored to be placed in the service of the clan in this most storied city, Yuto-san, I hope I can prove myself a worthy servant.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Having escorted the newly arrived to the Shosuro palace, they'd have reached the courtyard. An open space boasting a beautiful garden and of course the large palace. It housed many scorpions taking residence in the city, and had plenty of room to add in others. Having no desire to waste time, the man made his way inside. \n\n\"I'm certain you'll prove an asset to us all Bayushi-san, and while it gladdens to hear you address me as Yuto-san, don't be shy to call me Nii-san!\"\n\nHe teased of course but didn't mind. The Shosuro palace on the inside was very traditional, housing many rooms and displays of artifacts, treasures, armors, and weapons. Their clan in particular were very glorifying of their traditions. Having made his way through the palace and down the hall, the man's room wouldn't be too far from his own. Sliding the door open he'd have stepped aside, letting him be the first to enter. \n\n\"I'm just a few doors down myself, empty for now but you're free to make yourself at home and of course decorate as you like.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura walked in and looked around, a smile can be seen as he removed the lower portion of his mask, he turned to look over the room.\n\n\"I'll make it my own,\" He nodded, already picturing some book shelves, a desk for writing, some nice tapestries on walls, it's all forming in his head, \"Oh... There is someone who came with me that I hope won't be a burden... What's the palace policy on pets?\" He shrugged, \"I couldn't just leave Baka alone, what would the poor cat do without me.\" He have a chuckled, \"I promise he won't get into anyones hair.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing him speak of a pet intrigued the man deeply so. Did he have a dog? A cat? A turtle? The man needed to know, thus he inquired with an excited tone, speaking slightly louder than he usually did which wasn't loud at all. \n\n\"Ooooo, you didn't tell me you had a pet Bayushi-san! Of course they're allowed! As long as you keep it out of trouble, what kind of animal is it? Let me guess, it must be a turtle!\" \n\nThe man really just wanted another turtle lover in the city, there were hardly any! Though any other pet would have been acceptable, while many wouldn't believe it the scorpion did fancy animals. Their gardens were littered with various creatures each fascinating to the eye, some were kept in the palace under the conditions no one would be disturbed. \n\n\"My turtle's name is Kame, Kame-sama is a rare horned turtle never seen before! He's one of the more unique animals in the city if I do say so myself.\" \n\nHe said it with a smug tone. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded as Yuto seemed to go into turtle mode.\n\n\"Baka is a cat, just a kitten really,\" He said, \"Kame... Sama, he must be a intresting turtle indeed.\" Tomura was already trying to figure if this was some sort of mask Yuto wore to test him... Or if he really loved turtles that much. \"I found him abandoned on the road when I was returning home after finishing my school, oh yes, I'm a courtier of the Manipulator School,\" He said, better to know how to use him knowing what he's trained for, \"Found the poor think alone on the road in a storm, I couldn't leave him to his fight now could I?\" He laughed\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "A cat huh? Well it seemed to match the young man's personality, especially if he went to the school of manipulation. One didn't think to meet another with a slick nature, perhaps it'd be useful to them. Upon entering the room he'd shut the door behind them, responding to him speaking of the kitten. \n\n\"I'm sure no one will have issues of Baka-san if he's well mannered. After all you've done for him the little fur ball must be grateful and obedient, otherwise cats prove to be a handful.\" \n\nTaking breath he'd sit down, gesturing for the young man to join him. It was time for the Magistrate to relay some news to the courtier, seeing his expertise is what we needed... He may prove his worth. \n\n\"I have some important information to share with you, Bayushi-san. It'll affect how you go about your dealings in the city and where you'll prove useful. As of right now things are unorthodox.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded, taking a seat across from Yuto, he took of the top part of his face mask, to convey that at this moment, all is to be clear between them, his full face was youthful and delicate, the typical Bayushi looks can be seen. His hair was short and messy, without the mask a few strands of bangs came down over his eyes. \n\n\"Any advice you have is most welcomed, as well as what to expect in this city, I have heard of the Otomo taking temporary control, although unclear their was some whispers in the wider clan, I didn't want to give much credence untill I saw for myself, just how unorthodox is our situation?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto would have removed his own mask in response to the courtier's gesture, giving a brief smile before focusing on his words. While the two were aware of their clan's situation, certain details needed to be discussed. Taking a breath he proceeded. \n\n\"Currently we have no acting Ambassador assigned to oversee our operations and presence in the city. Due to the lack of authority I've taken the liberty of assuming it until further notice. Meaning if you require anything, and of course acquiring tasks, you'll be coming to me for those dealings..\" \n\nThe man spoke meek but blunt. Their clan wasn't in the best of positions, and the gravity of that needed to be known. \n\n\"We've lost face, trust, and most importantly the city. Proving ourselves by achieving stability and positive relations with the other clans is a must. Every action we make is political and detrimental to our chances of getting our city back. So before any slick or risky actions are taken, I suggest thinking twice. Our clan can't afford to make mistakes from here moving forward.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded as the information was given, things were worse then he thought, he frowned despite himself. \n\n\"Ryokō Owari Toshi is the crown jewel of our lands, no matter who gains it for a time it always comes back to us, like a loyal geisha... However, time apart hurts the Clans when it happens, that's not something we can allow to be.\" He considered, \"Whatever task need of me, I'll do it, Yuto-san...\" He tapped his finger on the desk, \"I already have an idea brewing, and it's unlikely to insult the other Clans, and if it does it should be easy to paint them villains of any dispute of it... What do the Heimin of the city need?\" He asked, \"Perhaps some attention to... Benevolent public works can win the people, while many would scoff at the idea, the commonfolk's love can be a usefull tool... Especially in regards to governorship.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Tomura was right, the city would surely be hard to take from their clan. Though history foretold this city would always come back to the scorpion, their enemies knew that as well.. It was likely whatever was next to come could result in a long term, and perhaps permanent hold of the city. Their greatest threat was the Unicorn, but there were others scheming as well. \n\n\"Despite the well known history, we cannot presume the other clans will let go of our city with ease. I'm certain many are making preparations for if they do take the claim.\" \n\nThe magistrate was never one to underestimate the cunning of others. His biggest worry other than the unicorn were the lions, hoping he could establish positive relations. \n\n\"Whatever project you intend to work on, think it through thoroughly and bring it to me. I intend to use you for political meetings and other tasks that suit your skills, nothing specific so far. For now I'd work on building an information network within the city that our clan can use, discreetly.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura frowned at the idea of a permanent hold on the city, his face was a mask but his hand gripped at the idea of another Clan holding the most important city *Within* Scorpion lands... Enraged him. \n\n\"I understand... We cannot afford to lose this city, tourism, medical supplies,\" Read opium, \"It's too important to allow even a year in another hands, let alone a century.\" He gave Yuto a bow, \"I am at your disposal, use me as you see fit and I'll see to the network, I am already developing a stratagem in that regard, but I would need some resources... And names of those who would be willing to... Debase themselves in the eyes of the Celestial Order.\" He said, trying to think of the best way to put it.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "His eyes relaxed, not staring too harshly at the young man when he spoke. The city was indeed important, whoever had power over it was extraordinarily advantaged, having much influence with its distribution. Though what the young scorpion spoke of intrigued him. Chuckling softly he looked back up and spoke. \n\n\"You're in the confines of the Shosuro Palace, Bayushi-san. If there's anywhere a Scorpion can speak plainly, it's within these walls.\" \n\nWhatever this plan was the boy had in mind he hoped it was good. The magistrate was putting pressure on every step, assuring there was no room to tumble and fall. \n\n\"I'd like to hear this play of yours, if you don't mind.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura smiled, \"As much as there are those who think it not true, the love the Heimin is important, loose lips and extra eyes can be formed just from loyalty alone... Patronizing merchants, helping make houses of aid for the children, rebuilding homes destroyed by fire... Feeding the starving children of even Hinin... Those who are shown no love or respect would come to be loyal to a hand that feeds, would they not?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "The young man's words brought a smile to his face, not many shared his love for Heimin, feeling a genuine warmth from hearing another express it. If these were his intentions it seemed the man didn't have to peek over the boy's shoulder so much. Unlike other clan members... \n\n\"Your plan sounds wonderful, I hope to see its fortuitous future. Perception is reality, and if the people favor our clan over the others, it will add to our cause in getting the city back. I suggest treading carefully in the more unsafe districts.\" \n\nIt was best to give warning, especially after hearing of the man's poor constitution. Of course he'd likely have a Yojimbo, he definitely needed one. He could assign a skilled Yoriki to him, which seemed to be most favorable. Maybe Kaori would do it? Wasn't like she had any other assignments to fulfill for now.. \n\n\"Besides your diplomacy skills, what other assets do you possess? I surely hope you have a last resort if your Yojimbo fails.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a tired sigh.\n\n\"Besides the two bushi you saw accompy me into the city, I'm afraid I don't have a dedicated Yojimbo.\" He shrugged, \"Besides diplomacy, I've been trained in using my people skills in network building, give me some time and I'll spin a web, I'm also something of an amateur writer in case we need to let some gossip or rumor spill under a pen name, I should mention one why I got loose lips to speak in the School... Well, people will say anything once their weak in the knees.\" He chuckled, \"Some people find me charming I've been told.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "In reality the scorpion didn't have much sympathy, requiring a Yojimbo meant more than protection. You had to be someone so important and vital that others might try to kill you, at least that's how Yuto himself saw it. A simple courtier was certainly an easy mugging opportunity, but he was a Scorpion noble. It was rare to run into someone with the actual tenacity to try something without being punished soon after. Though with things changing he figured one would be recommended for the young man. \n\n\"Your skills will be suitable, as long as I'm around you'll be safe. Same goes for when you're in the presence of Bayushi Kaori, she is another capable swordsman. You'll meet her sometime soon.\" \n\nHearing of his skills the man laughed at the mention of writing. \n\n\"Hah! I'll keep that in mind, though I'm quite hesitant. Our clan has had a reputation of forging shitty letters.\" \n\nHe didn't necessarily understand the weak knees or charming part. You were charming for hitting someone in their knees? What school taught him that crap. \n\n\"I'll be looking forward to your career here in the city, to tell you the truth. Due to our lack of leadership and anyone willing, I've stepped up and undermined a great deal. Despite our working together, keep your distance from me, for your safety of course. The next Ambassador could be installed with orders for my head, I wouldn't want yours lined up with me.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded to Yuto's words, and even he knew he was far less vital for a full fledge protector, and that's how he liked to be seen, a man of little to no consequence.\n\n\"I see,\" He said in regard to Yuto being on the 'blame for failure' list, \"If it comes to it, I promise I will throw you to the wolves in order to survive, you legacy shall go on.\" He said with an innocent smile\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "He laughed hearing how innocently the young scorpion spoke such words. It was funny, but of course Yuto fully expected him to do so. On that note the man looked forward to how he'd bring favor to their clan. The scorpion didn't have another meeting lined up yet, that was mostly what he needed the young man for. Both Lion and Phoenix had begun fostering better relations with them, things were looking good but needed to be maintained. Perhaps he'd send him to one of their embassies bearing gifts, that could be a good idea.. \n\n\"Bayushi-san, outside of your own arrangements, how would you like to bear gifts to the other embassies? Get to know the other clansmen and give them an estimate of yourself? You're my diplomat now, I see no reason for you to expand and merely... Introduce yourself, to the Lords and Heimin.\" \n\nHe hoped the young man would catch on. There was nothing ill being planned, but of course such details were left out. \n\n\"I will of course present you with chops letting them know I sent you, but what gifts would be appropriate hmm?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura smiled.\n\n\"I would be honored to be the face of the clan for the small niceties,\" He bowed, \"I won't go making us enemies, so you won't have to worry about that.\" He chuckled, \"Hmmm...\" He considered, \"Gifts for the other clans... The Crab perhaps something practical would be best, they prefer deeds or something that could be used in their... Defense of the realm,\" It's poor form to mention the Shadow to the south, \"Perhaps a shipment of arms, armor, or even food would be a worthy gesture, the Unicorn... They do not lack for Horses, mayhaps though finely crafted saddle...\" And why would a grand city of Rokugan be lead by the least Rokugan Clan, \"The Lion, I don't know what our relationship with them is, I would say hand them a copy of Lies but that would only serve to anger them I'm sure.\" He chuckled\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing him go over and choose which gift would suit a clan was amusing, at least he put thought into his actions. Something that was surprisingly rare among the scorpion these days, but he wouldn't speak on such. Though he would give him the clans most recommended for these niceties. \n\n\"Our relationship with the Lion has had positive improvement, I reimbursed their lands for the damage done to it. Saving them some koku. While that doesn't mean they're solidified ally's or our friends, we're past the stage of judgemental grunts. Your gifts don't have to be extraordinary, just make sure their meaning isn't insulting or left to be interpreted.\" \n\nKeeping a soft smile on his face, he'd continue speaking of the other clans. If Tomura wanted to build a network worth something to us, this would be the best way. \n\n\"The Phoenix, Lion, and crab have the highest priority on the list. Whether you're comfortable visiting the Unicorn is up to you, they hate us more than the other clans combined and are aware we know it.\" \n\nThose were the three clans Yuto himself had the most interest in, others like the mantis, crane and dragon came second. With the Scorpion and Mantis no longer being Ally's but harboring no ill will, there was no desperation to build something new. \n\n\"The dragons don't have a notable presence in the city, so it's up to you if you'll pay them a visit as well, maybe make sure they aren't dead in their embassy. Moshi Mai, the ambassador for the mantis, is quite tired of the Scorpions, especially after ending our alliance. So be careful in your approach, as for the Crane? Eh well they're in your blood not mine, you'll figure it out.\"\n\nHe stood up, making his way out to give the man time to settle into his room and think of the assignment. Turning back to give an approving nod before leaving. \n\n\"Welcome to Ryoko Owari Toshi, the City of Lies.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura silently walked the halls of the palace, his kitten in his arms and looking every bit as dangerous and cunning as his owner, Baka is a fierce Scorpion, yes.\n\nTomura himself was wearing only the top portion of his mask in the palace, he was safe... For the most part, within these walls. After his failed attempt of a date however, he was a bit more sullen then usual, som servants cleaning the palace found many books and art torn up in room as well as crumpled up death poems of all things, he may be a courtier, but he was still a young man in his early 20's after all.\n\nTonight, he found himself simply wandering the palace, no real aim other then to be with his thoughts."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori herself sat on the verandah, overlooking the gardens and enjoying a spot of moon-viewing and sake. For once, she did not have her instrument with her, but her book of compositions was beside her with a graphite stylus resting in the spine of the open pages. A sake carafe and two small cups were on a tray beside her, along with a small plate of rice crackers. \n\nIt was a lovely night. Just enough of a breeze to chill one's face, making the warm flush from alcohol all the more pleasant. The wind rustling tree branches was soothing, the soft droning chirps of the crickets almost hypnotic. \n\n*\"I would quickly depart here and go back.\nIn the distance, I can see my parent's home.\nIn the distance, I can see my parent's home.\"*\n\nShe half-sung, half-sighed the melancholy little song to herself, pouring herself another cup of sake.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura heard the voice of the their new resident songstress, and followed, curious of what she was doing up so late... Then again he was hardly one to talk. He walked over to her, simply standing and holding his cat.\n\n\"Evening Bayuhsi-san.\" He nodded, looking up at the moon, \"It seems I'm bot the only one having troube sleeping tonight.\" He shrugged and smiled, although his smile was more tired then anything, \"Care for some company, I could use a drink... Although I disagree with the sentiment of your lyrics.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Hearing a voice behind her, she turned and upon seeing Tomura, she smiled. \"Bayushi-san, and Baka-san. Good evening to you.\"\n\n\"Please, would you join me? I would be honored by your company.\" She patted the space beside her, moving her things aside to make room. There was plenty of space, of course, but the gesture was meant to show he was welcome more than anything else. Without further prompting, Kotori poured a cup for him, offering it to him with both small hands.\n\n\"With which part do you disagree?\" There was no accusation in her voice, only open curiosity.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a bow and, after putting Baka-sama aside, knelt down on his legs.\n\nHe gave a nod of thanks as he took the cup from her, taking a deep sip and smiling as the alcohol warmed him, the feeling flooding his body and soothing the senses. He gave a smile and hum of satisfaction.\n\n\"I personally think going home would be a step backwards, not that I have issue with my parents, but I find this city far more intriguing, sights, sounds, people,\" The women, booze, vices of the big city, \"I'm thankful for this posting and have come to see it as home, life is about moving forward afterall, even the Kami couldn't return to their parents.\""
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"A very wise evaluation.\" She nodded in agreement, turning her face back towards the dark gardens. \n\n\"I am finding myself feeling very much the same about this city. Though, I haven't the same sort of home to which I may ever return.\" A complicated expression crosses her pretty features for a moment, a strange intersection between longing, loneliness, and peace. \"I would not mind at all if Ryoko Owari was to become my permanent residence.\"\n\nSipping from her own tiny cup, she lifted the carafe again. \"Would you care for another cup? If you will forgive me for saying so, Bayushi-san, you look exhausted and not merely in body.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Another cup would be lovely thank you.\" He smiled, turning his head to look at her. \"The city... Is the perfect representation of the Scorpion.\" He smirked, \"It has a reputation of ill repute, yet people are drawn to it, it's seen as a stain of sin, but people are willing to fight over it, it's called a City of Lies and seen as an affront to Honor and Virtue, but without the medical supplies made here, the Empire would suffer.\" He drank deep of his cup again.\n\n\"Honor... Virtue... Such pretty words, but at the end of the day, they *Need* Us, we do what needs to be done for the greater good, the Crane preen and speak of culture, the Lion speak of valor when they want power... But it's the Underhand that the Hantei know are their loyal servant.\" He downed his drink at that. \n\n\"We're the most honorable samurai in Rokugan... Because we dont' hide behind honor.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori listened as Tomura vented his thoughts and apparent frustrations. He certainly did have a point, and she nodded in agreement.\n\n\"While *We* Know all of this to be true, and *We* Know our value... It does get tiresome to be met with constant suspicion at every turn.\" \n\nGolden eyes dropped to the small cup cradled in her delicate hands, staring down at the liquid within. \"But it is our duty, and we perform it without fail.\" \n\nShe was silent for a moment then, but then summoned a smile and nudged the plate of rice crackers towards him. \"Is there anything in particular that has you waxing philosophical this evening?\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"It's something no one else will ever see, and it's better they do not, for if we are loved, how can we serve the Empire?\" He nodded, Baka nuzzled next to him, giving a soft meow as it acommpied his owner.\n\n\"It was more... An observation, on why this city is our jewel, *Our* City.\" He smiled, \"No matter what, it's a Scorpion, she may be married off to the Otomo, Unicorn, or anyone who tries to take her, but at the end of the day, she's a Scorpion.\" He smiled softly, then at her question turned to her in some confusion.\n\n\"Oh... No, not really, my mind has been wandering a bit is all, had a bit of hiccup recently, but nothing too serious.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I know...\" Though she did not sigh, one could easily hear the weariness in her voice. \"I take great pride in what we do. I just... I suppose I wish that the 'necessary' part of necessary evil was acknowledged once in a great while. But it is much easier to recognize evil, no? And I suppose it gives other clans another uniting factor.\"\n\nHearing Baka's mew, the musician turned her head to look at the small feline. It was difficult to remain in a pensive mood when faced with such an adorable animal, and a smile bloomed unbidden on her face.\n\n\"How comforting it must be to have a devoted companion.\" She wanted desperately to find out if Baka was as soft as it looked, but propriety stilled her hands. \n\n\"I think there is just enough for one more, should you like.\" The sake bottle was lifted in offering. A slight flush had settled intently on her cheeks and neck, the pinkish color disappearing beneath the collar of her kimono. \n\n\"I hope you are able to find your peace, Bayushi-san. Hiccups, however brief, may still be painful.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura looked down to Baka, a soft smile on his face, and then looked to Kotori, giving a silent nod of permission to touch his companion.\n\n\"I think I would like another glass, thank you.\" He said, holding the cup up, once it was poured he took a more restrained sip. \"What have you found to be... Enteraining in this city, if I may ask?\" He looked to her, \"Sure, music seems to be your specialty, but surely you have other outlets?\" He mused. In his line of work, it was always a boon to learn what his Clan mates desired, it could give him a way to incentives or reward his peers, as much as he did the paperwork, he also had more... Clandestine duties, and he had to make agents of everyone. \n\n\"I'm sure a woman as lovely as yourself as no issue finding some small entertainment in the city.\""
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The smile on Kotori's face become an outright grin as she reached over, gently petting Baka's head. It was a markedly girlish expression for a woman that otherwise looked like a devouring tigress herself. In fact, she even giggled. \"Such beautiful fur!\"\n\nAfter a few moments of petting, she withdrew her hand again and poured the last of the sake for Tomura. \"Oh, the city is a wonder in my eyes. There is so much to see and do every day.\" She looked back at him, letting her eyes meet his steadily. \n\n\"I have interests outside of music, certainly. I enjoy the theatre and have been studying games so that I might improve in that area as well. But I have spent much of my time making the acquaintances of other samurai in Ryoko Owari.\"\n\n\"I harbor no delusions about my value, Bayushi-san. I cannot wield a blade, nor do the kami whisper to me I know that my most powerful asset is my appearance. So... I am doing my best to make proper use of it, and will continue to do so. I know Rokugo-sama intends to place me at the bathhouse, but we wait for that to be made an official decision, it is all I *Can* Do.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded along, and chuckled as she finished.\n\n\"Well... I've been so sickly since birth I've never so much as riden a horse, I'd die the moment someone decided to fight me, and I'm pretty sure I'll die before I'm grey due to some health issue... But we're the Scorpion, not the Lion or the Phoenix, might and magic are useful tools, but they are just that, tools.\" He looked back up the stars.\n\n\"The mind is the most dangerous weapon at the disposal of the Scorpion... That and a pretty face, with these two hallmarks of our Clan, and to a lesser extent, the Bayushi, we will *Always* Prove that the fan is mightier then the sword, a sword can kill a man, but a few words have been known the destroy hundreds, you just need the right ear.\"\n||"
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori laughed softly. \"I have also never ridden a horse before.\" She too returned her attention to the night sky, drinking the last of her sake. \"I, too, do not expect to see old age. Who knew we had so much in common?\" A slight, somewhat sad smile touched her lips before flying away into the night. \n\n\"It is strangely reassuring to learn that someone knows, at least in part, what it feels like...\" She did not elaborate on that further, giving a little shake of her head and tucking a loose lock of hair back behind her ear. \n\n\"I still have much to learn.\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura simply giggled at that.\n\n\"We should be careful, we might give people the impression that the Baysuhi are all chronically ill.\" He smiled as he finished his sake, picking his cat back up and nuzzling him a bit. \n\n\"What if feels like to be confined to your room entire days, travel the world through the written word, be mocked and riduculed by the other children and often be told, 'this may be your last winter'?\" He asked, cocking his head, \"Some people, those who truely know me, may describe me as a hedonist, that's only because I had to come to terms at a young age, life if short, *Live it*.\""
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{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori found herself nodding in agreement as Tomura spoke. Everything he said was striking a chord within her, in rapid succession. \"To be denied the ability to even play as a child. To be told your face is your only merit. To spend countless hours alone because you are not seen as worth the effort.\"\n\nWatching Tomura nuzzle Baka brought another smile to her face, and she once again gave the cat a little scratch beneath the chin. How miraculous was the ability of an animal to soothe a tumultuous heart. Kotori understood immediately, in that moment, why Yuto was so fond of spending time in the gardens. \n\n\"I admire your courage to indulge in your desires, Bayushi-san. I have spent so long terrified of everything *But* Shadows I sometimes find myself at a loss as to how to embrace living instead of merely surviving.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Bayushi family curse prehaps?\" He mused, leaning back to lay on the floor, only his elbows supported him as Baka simply curled up in his stomach. \"But I play it to my advantage, everyone see's a weakling with his face buried in books and paperwork, they won't see the stinger.\" He turned his head to look at her.\n\n\"It's not courage, it's the simple fact we're going to die, the two of us perhaps younger then most, so If I'm going to be snuffed like a flame in my youth, I'm going to burn with passion, song, drink, music, food, flesh,\" He chuckled at that last one, \"I'll indulge every last one before I burn out, every flavor I can get my hands on... Of course this is for my own time, duty to the Clan always comes before self indulgence.\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "When Tomura adopted a much more casual pose, Kotori allowed her own posture to relax as well, shifting so as to rest on her hip and thigh on one side as opposed to her calves. \"That is because you know you *Have* A stinger.\" She offered a little smirk, the alcohol-flush in her cheeks slowly starting to spread down the slender column of her throat. \"I sometimes wonder if I mine is merely slow in coming, or entirely absent.\"\n\n\"I still think your ability to chase your desires it is a type of courage. To know such an inevitability is lurking, and still be able to pursue what you want without fear is an admirable thing, in my eyes.\" Her smirk broadened slightly, teasing. \"On your own time, of course.\"\n\n||"
},
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He shook his head as if in some slight disappointment. \n\n\"Dear cousin, your a scorpion, of course you have a stinger, it's merely a matter of finding what your poison is.\" When Baka hopped off him, he lazily turned on his side to face her.\n\n\"Your music disarms and captures the senses, lulling people into a sense of security, not to mention that such music is coming from such a beautiful woman... Think of it this way, you can be both the tide and the rocks, and they are more then happy to crash into you, as long as they can bask in the art you create.\"\n||"
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "*\"Dear cousin\"* \n\nSuch a simple address. Just two little words. Even Kotori herself had not expected they would have such a profound effect on her. \n\nEven the cousins alongside whom she had been raised had rarely addressed her as such. It caught her so by surprise that she inhaled sharply, like she'd just pricked herself on a needle, or perhaps more fittingly, the thorn of a flawless rose.\n\nAnd beyond that... He was being so kind and encouraging. Without even realizing it had happened, Kotori's vision blurred with unshed tears. \n\n\"Tomur—Bayushi-san,\" She blinked those tears away, a beatific smile lighting her features. \"I am afraid the sake has dulled my wits and made my tongue heavy. Please forgive my lack of eloquence, but thank you. Thank you for your reminders of my place, and my worth.\" \n\n||"
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He simply raised a brow under his mask and shrugged. If their was anything Tomura took pride in, it was that he was a Scorpion and held the name Bayushi, the most noble of the Kami.\n\n\"Think nothing of it, I'm simply speaking facts.\" He offered simply, \"You wear the mon of Bayushi, wear it with pride.\" He looked down at his empty cup, \"That was a fine vintage, I thank you for sharing it with me.\"\n\nHe reached his hand over, petting Baka who in turn leaned into the hand that was offered, \"This is a nice distraction.\"\n||"
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"It was my pleasure.\"\n\nWhether it was the sake or Tomura's words, something inside her clicked. Realigned. Reignited. Her eyes took on an almost feverish light as she looked at him in the soothing darkness, the tears vanished and replaced by some new, unnamed emotion. \n\nStraightening up to a proper seated position again, fingertips pressed to the floor and she bowed to him. What other way could she show her sincerity in that moment. \n\n\"I feel as though a veil has been lifted from my eyes, Bayushi-san. Again, I thank you.\"\n\n\"I would be delighted if we might do a bit of moon-gazing again in the future.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "He looked to her bow and nodded, gazing back to the moon.\n\n\"I would be glad to, I'm more of a night owl anyway, so I'll be found wandering the palace these hours anyway, should prove to be a lovely pastime.\" He raised himself to sit up straight, \"Be sure to be bring more sake.\" He chuckled \n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I, too, find the night time hours more agreeable. And having company on occasion would make even more so.\"\n\n\"And as you wish,\" Kotori nodded and grinned. \"I will be sure to bring more sake.\"\n\n\"Good evening, Bayushi-san. Baka-sama.\" She gave the little cat one more caress before getting to her feet. \n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "It was another day at the Shosuro Palace, overseeing accommodations for all the present scorpion within the city. Despite it not being one's place traditionally, exceptions were made due to their being a shortage of staff. The castle stood tall over the noble quarter, being arguably the most luxurious piece of architecture in the city. It was hailed for it greatness and housed many of the Scorpion assigned to this city. \n\nYuto had been making preparations, having Heimin servants prepare a room to situate the new arrival in. Outside and present at the gates, the large scorpion stood. Wearing the usual norms of fashion one would expect of his clan. Though notable features would be the cast that held his arm, and the bandage over the man's eye. Despite his poor state, the clan Magistrate made himself appropriate as can be for the new arrival. \n\nWho on earth would the clan send? That was the question being pondered, he hoped someone eligible for the needs they possess. Taking a breath and closing both eyes, he patiently waited. The city of lies was a dangerous place, whomever this person was, he hoped they were ready to face it. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Behind him, Tomura was going over some reports, the lithe young man wearing the court robes of a minor functionare and his full face black kitsune mask. New arrivals either ment reinforcements, someone to take care of, 'take care of', or the chopping block for then, so he joined Yuto to try and get a read for himself."
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "The swaying of the ox cart was enough to lull one to sleep, and it was not until the cart slowed and eventually rolled to a stop that golden eyes slowly open in the shadowed interior. The oxen snorted and stamped, there were noises outside... But she was in no particular rush, not yet.\n\nThe cart itself arrived with no fanfare at all, unless the following wagon loaded with trunks and traveling cases might count. In addition to the drivers of both the cart and wagon, there was a smattering of attendants, one or two with posture too correct to conceal their true roles. Two heimin scurried quickly to assemble the portable steps at the end of the ox cart, flanking the each side and bowing low as another attendant with close cropped hair approached. The attendant, a man, looked hard at the two Scorpion present before leaning in close to the cart and speaking. A moment later, the interior curtain was pushed aside.\n\nA delicate, pale hand emerged first, fitting into the proffered grasp easily. A sumptuous sleeve followed—little by little, the lady emerged. Bayushi Kotori made her way carefully down the wooden steps, eyes demurely lowered until she stood upon solid ground. Once settled, she raised her head and her foxlike gaze immediately lit on Yuto, and she dipped into a slow, elegant bow. She did not yet notice Tomura, but then again the young magistrate *Was* Rather a giant.\n\n\"You must be Bayushi no Rokugo. I am honored to meet you.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "She certainly must have been important, arriving in quite the high fashion.. One thought to himself, as Yuto observed the ox cart and wagons of luggage that came with it. Whatever branch of the Bayushi family she came from, they certainly had their daughters spoiled. Plastering a soft smile to his face, he awaited the woman's introduction. Of course he already had been given the bare minimum of information presentable. \n\nOnce she stepped out of the wagon and bowed, the Magistrate did the same. \"The honor is mutual, welcome to Ryoko Owari Toshi, Bayushi Kotori-san.\" He spoke in a meek tone, for such an intimidating presence Yuto was very soft spoken. Having no need to raise his voice or command attention. Once the greetings between the two were exchanged, he stepped aside, gesturing to Tomura. \n\n\"This is Bayushi Tomura, our courtier who handles diplomatic pursuits here in the city of lies. You two may find yourselves working together in the future. Shall we?\" He then turned to walk, gesturing for the two to follow. Heading back toward the palace. \n\n\"I've organized accommodations to make your stay at the Shosuro Palace welcome and comforting. There will be servants to abet your every need and fellow Samurai such as myself, and Tomura-san that you can rely on.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "If there was one thing Kotori did have, it was style. Everything about her was poised and polished to be as enticing as possible. Her kimono, while not the most extravagant she owned, was one designed to make an impression with its pattern of camellia flowers and vibrant colors. A smell reminiscent of cinnamon and orange blossoms emanated from her, and even her voice was soft, sweet in tone, just like a little bird which reflected her name.\n\n\"Most gracious thanks for your hospitality, Rokugo-san. Bayushi Tomura-san.\" She again bows, and then angles herself towards Tomura and does the same again. As she straightened again, her gaze dragged over them both, eventually having to crane her neck up to look them both in the face. Her eyes softened slightly as they swept over the bandages on Yuto's arm and head. \"I hope that you are well on your way to recovery.\" \n\nAt his gesture, she turned and began to walk towards the castle. Being so much shorter than either of the men, she naturally was much slower than they, but she made a show of looking around and admiring the grounds. \"What a beautiful palace. Have you been here long?\""
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura have a bow once he was introduce.\n\n\"Bayushi Kotori-san, a pleasure.\" He said sweetly, one could imagine him smiling under the mask, once the two passed him walking he followed, staying in the back of the small group.\n\n\"We hope your journey was safe, it's always a blessing to see a new face in the city.\" He said, \"The palace will become a fine home for one such are yourself, if you need anything, please, my office is open to all.\" \n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I am sure I will seek out your guidance once I am settled, Bayushi Tomura-san.\" She smiles at him over her shoulder, a genuine smile bereft of artifice. \"My journey was without—quite fortunately—without event. I was worried, at first, hearing so many stories of bandits roaming.\" \n\nStill walking slowly, she looks up at the edifice of the castle, at the high eaves and arches, and she laughs. \"I can see myself becoming lost in the coming days.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "He simply nodded at her hopes of recovery, Kotori seemed good at carrying herself. As the two conversed Yuto simply escorted them into the colossal estate. For some it was like a maze, having a dozen halls decorated with tapestry, heirlooms, armor, and other various trinkets. As one of the emperors hands firm in their belief of upholding tradition, this castle represented just that. Some would inquire how they could house so many, but upon entering such questions would fade. \n\n\"I've been working in the city since Winter Court.\" He answered simply. There wasn't much to discuss about himself, not yet anyway. This first welcome and meeting of theirs would begin with a debriefing of all that's transpired. Of course news spread across the empire quickly, but perspective was key. \n\nUpon reaching the appropriate lodging, the Rokugo slid the door open and stood to the side. Allowing Kotori to be the first one within the room, so far it was relatively empty besides a few essentials. She'd have been given the leisure of decorating it herself during her stay. \n\n\"If your safety is in question, arrangements can be made for a Yojimbo. You'll find many problems during your time here, maybe you'll aid in providing solutions.\" He nodded, giving reassurance speaking in a positive tone. Yuto continued: \"If you are tired you may rest for now, soon I'd like to personally get you up to speed with our affairs here in the city.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "As the three walked, a soft mewing can be heard as a small kitten walked toward them, moving to nuzzle Tomura.\n\n\"Baka-kun,\" He chided, moving to pick up the animal, \"Come to welcome our new friend?\" He code switched like a motherfucker when his cat entered the picture.\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"What an adorable creature!\" There was no disguising the delight in her voice upon seeing the kitten and the affectionate way in which Tomura speaks to it. \n\nThen, upon remembering herself, she schools her expression into one much more subdued and fitting a noble woman. Straightening up, she folds her hands and inclines her head respectfully to Yuto. \"A rest would be welcome, but I am eager to begin here. While I am of no use with a blade, I am sure you will find other ways by which I may aid our clan.\" \n\n\"I... Would request a yojimbo, if I may. At least when I must travel about the city. But of course, we can discuss all that later.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "The arrival of the young kitten gave way to learn of the two. Possessing a genuine excitement upon seeing the kitten, a soft empathy was shown. Yuto kept himself poised, simply letting the smile plastered remain. For a moment he reflected upon his own joy for animals and pets over the years. With the woman's shown eagerness to get started, the Magistrate nodded. Turning away he'd have trailed down the corridor, this time venturing to the dining hall. \n\nLit with candles as many cushions were placed alongside the long zataku table. Here would have been Chinatsu, Yutos personal servant whom tended to little things for him. Offering tea or the preferred sake, she'd inquire the two and pour. A notable feature of the woman was her hand, one of them was but a mere stub missing. Despite one's disability she did her job dutifully without error. \n\nTaking his seat, he'd wait for Tomura and Kotori to get situated. A deep breath allowed him to ascertain and focus, there was quite a bit to discuss after all. \"There is much to be done here within the city, but first I wish to know your understanding and knowledge of our circumstances here in the City of Lies.\" Learning what she knew would help him to debrief and assign her a proper task. He spoke softly as usual, paying attention to what she'd say. \n\n||"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori sinks down on one of the cushions with practiced poise, the outer layers of her kimono fanning around her like a *Hinamatsuri* Doll. She murmurs her request for tea softly, offering a small but kind smile to Chinatsu. If she noticed the woman's maimed hand, she made no indication. Folding her hands daintily in her lap, she looked straight across at Yuto, gaze calm and assured. \n\n\"In perfect truth, I know very little of the situation. I have heard rumors, of course, but I place little stock in that which does not come from the mouth of fellow clan members.\" Maybe she ought to have been embarrassed by her lack of insight on the situation, but again, her face betrayed not a whit of shame, not even a blush. \"I have spent much of my life sheltered, but I desire to prove my worth.\""
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura simply smiled behind his mask.\n\n\"Ah, then we might be kindred spirits.\" He said the life of being sheltered, \"We will bring you up to speed, mayhaps an excursion could do you well, their is a tea garden in the temple district that may provide a sense of comfort after your travels, the owner is a woman of good repute and connections.\" He offered"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Her golden gaze slides over to Tomura, maintaining that same unflinching focus. \"That would be delightful, Bayushi-san. I am likewise eager to establish what connections I may in the city.\" Picking up her teacup, she hides her face behind her sleeve when she sips. \n\n\"Do you have any questions of me? I do not know what you may have been told before my arrival, and would fain clear up any points of concern or confusion you may have.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Hearing she was sheltered brought some concern to the Magistrate, would they really send someone like this to the city of lies? There must have been an ulterior reason, perhaps her skills were spoken for by those Yuto had not met. Communication between he and the higher ups wasn't as direct or fluid like the scorpion wanted. However, he worked with the assets at his disposal. \n\n\"Once we get you situated and working the excursions will be appropriate. First, I'll debrief you on our city's situation.\" He spoke meekly, wanting their full attention. It was quite a long explanation after all. \n\n\"Prior to last winter court, Our clan caught wind of the Unicorns interest in the city, thus officials determined to steer their attention away from it by invoking a conflict between the Unicorn and Lion.\" He took a breath. \"Our Samurai donned the Unicorn clans colors and launched a raid on Lion territory, successfully creating tension between the two. Later the Lion not knowing the true culprits took arms with us alongside the mantis, until our previous governor Shosuro Orochi made a blunder.\" \n\nHe never thought he'd have to recite this story but it was quite the news around the empire. \"He forged documentation of the Unicorns 'planned' assault on their lands, hoping to press the matter in court. Which ended in our allies the mantis, whom weren't in the loop to invoke the Kami and discover the letters origin. Revealing it was written in the Shosuro Palace, unraveling our plot.\" \n\nThere was a bitterness in Yutos words. Possessing and cultivating many mixed feelings of the situation, this was a hard blow to recover from. \"Orochi and the former Unicorn Ambassador dueled and struck each other down, which resulted in brief vacancy of leadership for them, but a loss in our governance of the city. As well as losing the Mantis and Lion as allies, at the same time making enemies of both. Otomo Tanimaru, and his extended family now control the city. Until the next winter court that is..\" \n\nHe paused once more, allowing them to take in the information. Yuto believed Tomura knew all this, but in case there was a gap the man could fill he would do so. \"They intend to bestow governance to the clan they believe can control and maintain the city best. Our main competitors being the Unicorn, Lion, and the other clans who seek to dig their claws into it. We've fallen and have taken blows, but we must prove ourselves worthy above all others to obtain the city of lies once more.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Esentially, idiots where allowed to run free, they where not as clever ad they think they where, and now we must clean their mess.\" Tomura said coldly and frankly, if a tone could be venom, an army would die from his"
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "She nods as Yuto speaks, watching every twitch of his face, hearing every vacillation in his voice. The bitterness was sinking deep into him, a familiar poison to those in their clan. \n\n\"I see. I am grateful for the clarification. The versions I heard were decidedly more... Colorful.\" She lowers her eyes in thought then, touching her fingertips to her chin in a gesture designed to draw attention to her mouth, painted red as her kimono.\n\n\"So our most immediate threats then are the Lion and Unicorn, and any other upstarts that may attempt to usurp our rightful place.\""
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{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "There were many things Yuto could fill the two in on, but were those details relevant? Well, despite his desire to not tell them, he'd focus more so on the objective rather than the small details. Their clan has an opportunity, preparation for this winter was key. Yuto had his own tasks set out, but he had to utilize the two courtiers the best way possible. While he had not the authority, he was the highest established scorpion present within the city. \n\n\"I've begun talks with the Lion in hopes to appease relations, but wherever it goes we do not know. Any potential union with the mantis clan is lost, and the Unicorn have their eyes set on extinguishing our presence. The Phoenix and crab are open possibilities, but I'm not desperate for their cooperation. We must appear strong when we are weak.\" The Scorpion couldn't seek solution in other clans, it would only show desperation and weakness. Something he knew more than anyone that they were not weak. \n\n\"So, Kotori-san, tell me about yourself. A letter can only give me surface information. I'd like to utilize you to your talents. Whether I have you assist Tomura-san in his endeavors, or give pursuit to your own will depend upon your abilities.\" \n\n||"
},
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"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"The Crane are not among the interested parties?\" She took another sip of her tea, watching Yuto over the edge of her sleeve. \"I would think they'd have stuck their proverbial beak the moment they so much as suspected we had stumbled.\"\n\n\"What has so damaged a potential alliance with the Mantis? I heard no rumors of this.\"\n\n\"Regarding myself, I am happy to answer any questions I may. I was raised as a ward in my uncle's home, after the deaths of both my parents in my infancy.\" There was no sorrow in her voice. After all, how could she possibly mourn people she never knew? \n\n\"My primary skills lay in the realm of music. I have been trained since childhood, and am considered well proficient. Further,\" Kotori paused, a small, rueful smile touching her expression, \"I have no delusions that my appearance does not contribute to my acclaim. I would certainly rather be known for my talents and skills than my face, but I will make use of all that is available to me.\" Golden ornaments dangling from her hair pins glittered in the candlelight when she tilted her head, as though she were perfectly aware of just how fetching the sight could be.\n\n\"If both of you could assist me in making contacts among the other great clans, I believe that I am capable of creating positive relationships that will prove beneficial to us.\""
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "\"As of right now we're waiting to learn of the Cranes intentions, I believe them to be enemies, but I won't hastily make that judgement.\" He replied, not wanting to respond to the second question regarding the mantis, but... It was important to fill the woman in on those affairs. \n\n\"They were upset being left in the dark during our scheme at winter court, especially since they were our allies whom accidentally exposed us. Some time after, their ambassador and one of our own Bayushi Kaori had trouble. She trespassed into their embassy, and attempted murder on Moshi Mai's daughter.\" He took a breath. It was best to leave out the other details, but of course he'd hint. \"They had a special relationship, I was able to smooth things over with Moshi Mai, but relations were hurt. We won't be allying with their clan ever again.\" \n\nThankfully the topic rolled over to the woman's skills. It was no surprise that she took to more entertaining practices, a Musician could prove useful. However, Yuto did not seek to rush her into creating contacts. Though with his idea he felt they'd come naturally. \n\n\"I do believe you will inspire positive relationships, which is why I'd like to entrust an important task to you.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I'm sorry, she did what?\" Tomura asked incredulously \n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "Kotori listened attentively as Yuto spoke, never for a moment allowing her posture to relax into one more casual or comfortable. She remained poised and focused, nodding at the appropriate moments as Yuto filled her in. \n\n\"Are not the Crane always our enemies?\" The tone of her voice and the slight smile she gave indicated she was making a jest... Probably. \n\n\nWhen Yuto finished, she remained silent for a moment before offering an ambiguous \"I see.\"\n\nIt turns out she'd been dispatched to a far more tangled web than she had been led to believe, and after Tomura's question, it seemed he must be in a not terribly dissimilar position. The name Bayushi Kaori was one Kotori had heard before, but she knew nothing of the woman... Save she was now a failed assassin. \n\n\"Injuries take time to heal.\" She glanced pointedly to both the cast on his arm and the bandage covering one of his eyes. \"But in time, heal they do, even if never restored to their original state. Sometimes the scars and golden repairs create an additional depth of aspect or admiration.\"\n\n\"I am at your disposal as you see fit, Rokugo-san. However I may be of use, I shall fulfill my assigned task.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Chuckling at her question about the Crane, he felt they were friends and enemies to whomever conveniences their ego. Of course the Scorpion however couldn't judge, to many it seemed their clan needed help from outside. He intended to prove that wrong, for the longest time he'd been present within the city without an overarching ambassador. Taking initiative Yuto had set some stones in place, hoping they'd fall where he needed them to. However, there was much to do, and he couldn't do it alone. \n\n\"Your dedication and willingness to contribute to our duties is most moving, Kotori-san. As a matter of fact, there is something I would have you do.\" \n\nWhile the scorpions mindset slowly deteriorated and soured, compassion was still dormant in him, even if it was shattered into fragments. Kotori was a musician, and while she didn't particularly want to abuse her looks, the woman was more than willing to do so. Yuto, would find a way to make her strengths utilized. \n\n\"Our gardens, and of course by extension the bathhouse could use more precise managing. Many nobles and those affiliated use its services, there's much information to be extracted. Besides, many of the other fellow clans do not partake in it. Some wish to request the Otomo to build a new one in the merchants quarter. That will weaken our influence—We should combat this by strengthening our Bathhouse, widening its services and getting the other clans to partake in it. Wouldn't you two agree?\" \n\nTomura of course had his own duties, utilizing him would be a challenge due to his diversity. That and he seemed eager to take on any challenge he could mount, though that would be a separate conversation discussed later. For now he focused on helping Kotori settle in. \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I shall see it done.\" \n\nShe would prove she was useful. It was as much a vow to herself as to the others, and she offered a small bow to punctuate her sincerity. \n\nIt was a relief that Yuto had already given some consideration to what role she may be assigned. The entire journey to Ryoko Owari had seen Kotori worrying in secret that she would be treated as she had been before: a pretty little prop to be trotted out for display, the mechanical nightingale that could sing but rarely. Here, perhaps, she would be able to prove her worth. \n\nNo, she *Would* Prove it.\n\n\"If I may then, Rokugo-san, while we are working to revitalize the current bath house, we must also do what we can to discourage the creation of any other. We will have to offer what another facility cannot... Though if such a facility never comes to fruition, all the better.\" \n\nClearly, Yuto had a good grasp of the workings of the city and was well-informed. As their ambassador, such important business dealings would fall under his purview. \n\n\"I will need access then to several documents, including any maps and blueprints to which we may have access, any logs of visitors, and any financial documents. I will need to familiarize myself with all the workings of the bath house that I can.\" \n\nKotori then turned to Tomura and dipped her head politely. \"Of course, Bayushi-san, any help you can provide would be most appreciated. It seems you are well connected socially.\""
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "She seemed eager, good. The role she could play could be seen as limited, but with such a strong compelling dedication to duty she couldn't fail. A smile came over him, pleased with the Samurai sent to them. While they wouldn't pursue any of these actions tonight, it was grand their mind was on achieving them. \n\n\"Your determination is noted, Kotori-san. However I won't put you to work right away. I'm sure you are tired from your journey. Besides, there's much I'd like to know of you.\" \n\nPicking up his cup, he took a sip of tea before placing it back down. Trailing one's fingers around the edge of the porcelain cup. His eyes shifted from the Tea back up to the Bayushi. This time he addressed both of them. \n\n\"Soon I intend to call a meeting and rally our reliable agents and begin a cooperative effort. I believe it'll do us all some good to connect and decide upon a mutual goal. Would you two be willing to attend such a meeting?\n\n||"
},
{
"author": "cagliostra",
"message": "\"I am grateful for the reprieve. To be truthful, the journey was more tiring than I anticipated it to be, though I did nothing but ride in a carriage.\" She gave a playful, if not rueful smile. \n\nPicking up the tea pot, she shifted her gaze to Yuto and Tomura both, in silent question as to if they would like their cups refilled. \"I shall endeavor to answer any question you put to me, Rokugo-san.\"\n\n\"Do we have a trust worthy apothecary or physician here? Unfortunately, I suffer from a poor constitution.\" No sense in telling them too much yet. After all, did either of the men *Really* Need to know about her peculiar condition? It was not a subject likely to come up, and not a secret she cared to reveal unless necessary.\n\n\"And of course I would be willing to attend such a meeting. As I have said, I am at your disposal.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": "coverty",
"message": "Learning her constitution wasn't strong, he believed her journey to be more tiresome than it was for most. When she asked for an apothecary, he somewhat sat confused. Not because he didn't know one, but did the Scorpion possess one of such skills? That little brat Satoshi liked dabbling his hands in everything, maybe he could assist her? \n\n*' If I send her to that scoundrel and he does something stupid it'll ruin my credibility...'* He thought privately to himself. \n\nHe then went to speak up, \"Agasha Kokuto, a skilled apothecary for the dragon. I'd suggest her for your troubles, building strong relations with the woman can be beneficial. Though I warn you, she is unique.\" Now that he thought about it... Was she any better? Well, at least she wouldn't kill the courtier on accident. \n\n\"I'll relay more details to you of the meeting at a later date. Information about the bathhouse will also be provided, I intend to get you settled as soon as possible. For now, rest. I wish you a safe stay here in the city.\" \n\nHaving finished his tea, he'd have stood up. If there was nothing else, he'd bow and take his leave. The man's first impression of the woman was weary, but he knew how she could serve her use. She may be one to build positive relations better than any of them.. \n\n||"
}
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{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Bayushi Tomura had found that the Scorpion Gardens where indeed becoming one of his favorite locations within the city. It was calm, beautiful, an oasis of silent prefection in one of the most corrupt cities in the empire, the baths where of course a major perk.\n\nHe wore his black yukata, a crimson scorpion tail rising to curl at his shoulder. Currently the young Bayushi was reading a novel, his Fox mask only covering the top half of his face as he sipped a cup of tea. It had been a lovely day and he was allowing himself some respite.\n\n||"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "Adohiro decided to make way here. He had a lot of stuff to do but was on his lunch break. Working was a hard life, wasn't it? He gives a soft sigh as he soon saw someone reading a novel. He thought he recognized the novel which piqued his interest. \"Oh excuse me, Scorpion-San. What are you reading?\" He asked curious about the book. Hopefully it was an interesting book! The crane was dressed in a blue yukata that had cranes on it."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura blinked at the sudden interruption, looking up from his bench, under the mask a slight brow was raised, a crane out of the blue, either he wanted to duel with words or subtly threaten him.\n\n\"It's a ghost story, about a man who falls in love with a spirit, it's a good read so I won't spoil too much for you, however I know their are not many who enjoy these tails, I'm sure no one wants to hear about tales of the dead.\" He gave a chuckled before standing up to bow in greeting. \"Bayushi Tomura, at your service.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "Adohiro noticed he looked surprised over the interruption. \"Oh sorry, I just wanted to find some new books to read, Scorpion-San.\" He said sheepishly. When he heard the details of the story, that interested him. \"Oh that sounds interesting.\" He said. He didn't mind books on the dead. He heard his name as he gives a bow in greeting. \"I'm Daidoji Adohiro, yours for the asking.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Well, Daidoji-san, would you care to sit with me then?\" He asked, sitting down and tapping the other space on the bench, \"I'm new to this city and am still trying to make friends, I would not mind a conversation partner to pass the time with.\" He gave a friendly smile, \"I can recomend some books.\"\n\n||"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "Adohiro saw the very nice Scorpion welcome him to chat with him. Smiling, he sits next to him glancing at his book. \"Oh I didn't want to disturb you, Bayushi-San.\" He said. \"But I like some novels. But I can be super picky about some. It's hard finding a book that I enjoy.\" He spoke up."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Horror, mystery, romance, adventure,\" He listed some genres, \"What suits your fancy, I'm sure we can come up with something,\" He waved his hand, \"Please, your not disturbing me at all, meeting new people is one of the small joys of life.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a thought when he's asked for a genre he enjoyed. \"I like adventure, fantasy, and horror. I guess mystery can be interesting, Bayushi-San.\" He spoke. \"What about your favorite genre, Bayushi-San?\" He asked wondering if he had favorites. \"Romance can be okay, there just has to be some kind of conflict or adventure.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Horror,\" The Scorpion replied, \"I enjoy a good fright, ghost stories and such, it's an acquired taste.\" He gave a lazy shrug, \"Fantasy is also wonderful, adventure is amusing, romance is nice but I prefer spicy tales of gossip then swooning over tales of 'true love',\" He gave a small exagerrated gag, \"Prehaps... How about a story of a river haunted by a Kappa?\" He suggested, \"I have plenty of horror novels, if you wish to borror some?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "When he heard his interest in horror, he gives a nod. \"Horror is interesting. I like those novels.\" He said giving a a glance over at the pretty scenery. He chuckled a bit over his exaggerated gag. \"Sure I wouldn't mind borrowing them if you don't mind, Bayushi-sama.\" He said #."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura rached down the side of the bench, where he had three other books stacked, he took the one off the top and handed it to the crane, at 'sama' he gave a laugh.\n\n\"I'm not that important, but thank you, I'm just a minor courtier, and what of you, Daidoji-san, how do you serve this fine city?\" He asked"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He saw the stack of books and he was quite surprised at the amount of books. \"Woah.\" He said, he didn't expect to get this much. \"Oh, I'm a yoriko.\" He gives a smile. \"I guess you're a big bookworm, Bayushi-San.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Well, I was born with poor health, so I never became good at martial prowess or riding... I'm afraid I've never even been on a horse,\" He chuckled, \"So rather then that I stayed inside and explored the world by turning page after page, in my mind I have pictured the Islands of Spice and Silk to the Burning Sands, it's... Liberating, in a sense.\" He shrugged, \"I'm sorry, that must sound boring.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He was a bit shocked that he never did anything of those sorts back than. \"Are you still healthy?\" He asked wondering if he was. He didn't look too unhealthy anymore. \"Oh no, it's not boring. Don't worry.\" He smiled. \"I had all sorts of lessons here and there growing up, but I wasn't the most studious.\" He chuckled. ."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura gave a lil 'eh' motion with his hand\n\n\"I'm able to function, shouldn't have to worrying about falling over dead, but I still need to take medicine every morning and every night, force me to run and I might fall over and I'm afraid I'm useless in a fight, but if I'm ever in a fight to begin with, I have already made some serious mistakes that day.\" He laughed, \"The most physical activity I've had...\" He pauses, \"Anyway, me being studious was me excersizing the one muscle that seemed to be able to work well,\" He tapped his masks forhead, \"My mind... What about you, how did you get to become a Yoriko, I mean no offense but you look as if you've had your Gempukku only recently.\" He chuckled"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He seemed healthy enough though. When he heard his ailments he gives a nod. He wondered if his sickness had a specific cause or name for it. When he heard him ask he chuckled softly. \"Oh I guess people always think I'm young.\" He chuckled. \"I was recommended to help and all.\" He said. \"What about you? How did you become a courtier or what made you want to be one?\" He asked. There probably wasn't a lot of job options for him with his health issues."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Well, couldn't exactly be a bushi,\" He chuckled, \"So I was trained in the Courtier school, this is actually my fiest assigenment after my Gempukku,\" He nodded, \"Honestly, I love it, the intrigue, the dance of the conversation, how a look can mean a thousand things and may even prove more deadly then the blade.\" He gave a wistful sigh, \"Court is far more interesting then the battlefield, in my opinion anyway... Maybe it's both my Father's and Mother's blood making it more apparent, my mother was A Doji before her marriage.\" \n\n||"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He chuckled a bit at his bushi comment. He definitely couldn't if he was that ill. He heard he was on his first assignment. \"Oh really? What is your assignment if I can ask?\" He said curious about what assignments courtiers were given. He gives a nod at his statement about court being more interesting. \"I think both are equally interesting. But battlefield definitely is difficult sometimes.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Diplomat, I've been assigned with good will building with the Great Clans of the city,\" He gave a shug and nod, \"It seems I've been given the role of the face of the Scorpion, hopefully I prove one that is not too tiring.\" He sighed, \"So yes, new city and all I have are my books and my cat, but like any book, the new chapter is always intresting and I await to see what's at the end of it.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He heard about his mission which sounded like any typical diplomat mission. He gives a nod hearing he had a cat. \"Oh I love cats! I would love to visit your cat if I'm able to, Bayushi-San.\" He said. \"What's your cat's name?\" He asked wondering if it had a cool name or even named after a book he read."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Baka,\" He chuckled, \"He's just a kitten, but if you wish to visit him I'm sure he would love the company, he's been having a fun time exploring the palace.\" He looked back to his book, \"I've been finding the city agreeable, I love the idea of hundreds of people being packed together in this single environment, their are thousands of tales being played out before us and I hop to be able to catch some exciting ones.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"Why is he named Baka?\" He asked thinking that was a strange name to name a kitten. He heard he could visit the cat which made him happy. He was glad he was enjoying the city here. He knew some people weren't a fan of large cities sometimes. \"I agree it can be nice.\" He said. \"Oh what are your hobbies besides reading?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"It's a small superstion, Daikoku's favored animal is the rat, so as not to insult the Fortune of Wealth we name out cats... Less then flattering names, I don't put too much stock in it but it's... Well, tradition.\" He laughed, \"I write... Well attempt to write, I enjoy people watching and conversation, if I can't find a tale in a novel I'm certain to find it play out before me, like a Crane and Scorpion having a conversation on books and cats.\" He smiled"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He heard the tradition which sounded interesting. He wasn't too sure of what he should name a cat if he had one. He heard about his writing which interested him. \"Hmm I've never been much of a writer. But I guess it can be interesting since you can make your own stories and all.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Yeah, I've got the idea for a ghost story in my head, trying to work out all the details,\" He shrugged, \"General idea is a lord who has no heir swears he doesn't care what the child will be like, as long as he has someone to pass the castle too, so his kid ends up born... Well, that's spoilers, what about you, got any hobbies?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "His story sounded interesting to him. \"Oh that sounds interesting. I think that might be an excellent story.\" He said. When he heard him ask what his hobbies were, he'd speak. \"I like cooking, visiting restaurants, and doing all sorts of activities. I like to call myself a jack of all trades.\" He said. \"I also like doing crafts.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura laughed and rubbed the back of his head, \"I like to go dark, sometimes it offputs people,\" He admitted, \"Cooking huh, got any good recipies, I'd love to trying new foods, although I'll admit I perfer sea food.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"Seafood? I'm not a big fan of it but I like poultry.\" He said. It was odd as a crane to not like seafood. While he would eat it, he preferred poultry if there was an option. \"I have some good recipes. I can show you some. I don't know them at the top of my head though.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I'd love to see them, if your ever up for cooking I'd love to try them too.\" He offered, \"Roasted chicken is something I could never say no to, if you ever need to bribe me, use food instead of koku.\" He joked"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"Of course. We can actually visit my residence and I can give you some copies of my recipes.\" He offered. He would laugh at his joke. \"You're too funny.\" He chuckled at his joke. \"I think chicken is the juiciest and tastierst meat.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I wouldn't want to impose on you day anymore then I have,\" He said, \"But if it's not too much trouble, I would be intrested,\" Then he considered, \"Chicken is good, but when it comes to meat I'd have to go with beef.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"We can go!\" He said with a small as he stands up. \"I ask think the imposing was the other way around.\" He joked. \"It isn't a long walk, but it'll be a nice walk to my place.\" He smiled. \"Beef is good. But I think chicken is supreme compared to beef.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura stood up, \"Well then, thank you for imposing on my day so that I know may enjoy delicious food,\" He put his hands with his sleeves, \"Mayhaps this is the start of a beautiful friendship.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a smile at his friendship comment. \"Of course. It's good to have friends in this world today; especially with how it is now.\" He said. \"Let's head to my place so we can maybe make lunch together.\" He said. \"What are you hoping to make or eat? Something salty or sweet? Or maybe both?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura puts a hand to his chin as if in thought, before making a 'hm' sound and nodding, \"I'll leave it to you to surprise me.\" He smiled"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod, maybe teriyaki chicken would be a good choice. It would be full of flavor and juicy. He would lead him in the lovely walk to the place. Soon he reached his lovely home that was well kept. \"Well here it is.\" He said. It was located at crane embassy area but was its own standalone house. \"Well, feel free to make yourself a home.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura looked around the place and gave Adohiro a bow before waling in.\n\n\"Thank you for your hospitality.\" He said, walking inside and taking off his geta, \"You have a lovely home, Daidoji-san, you must do very well for yourself, I'm quartered in the palace, I'm surprised you have your owh place.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He saw the bow and was surprised. \"Oh you're welcome. No need to thank me.\" He said. Well doing well wasn't the truth really, it was mostly his family. \"You're welcome. I guess it is nice.\" He said. \"So I'll grab my recipe book.\" He'd find a stack of papers in the kitchen cupboard. \"Here's some recipes. Let's make this.\" He grabbed his recipe for teriyaki chicken."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura looked at the recipe and looked around the kitchen, \"Ok, what do you need me to do?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"Hmm maybe get the pots and pans needed. And some of the ingredients.\" He said. He thought maybe making him do the while recipe while he monitored would help him improve his skills in cooking and he'd have fun too."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded, heading around the kitchen and taking out the needed tools and spices. He wasn't used to cooking himself, such work was usually left to the servants, it felt... Rewarding, to assist in making a meal, it wasn't too daunting for him either, a smile formed on his face at the since of acomplishment he gained from the act."
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "The first part of the recipe was to make the spices.The spices were typical to make the teriyaki flavor. \"Okay so we need to combine the soy sauce, brown sugar, and these spices together.\" He said. \"Than let the meat soak for 10 minutes in it. Than we can make the rice while it soaks.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded and got to work on the sauce, sugar, and spices, \"Is this good enough, I'm not used to cooking myself, I hope my work is servicable.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod. \"You just need to make sure to mix it well so it isn't chunky.\" He said as he glanced at the sauce. \"You probably want to taste the sauce too to make sure it tastes like teriyaki.\" He said. While the recipe did have instructions, it still was good practice to taste test it."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura dipped his finger in the sauce and tasted it, \"Mmm, coming along nicely,\" He muttered, \"How's the meat?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"Well we should put the chicken in the sauce and let it soak. We need to make the rice and all.\" He said. \"And the vegetables.\" He said. \"We can fry the vegetables with the meat though. But let's season it.\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Listening to the Crane's instructions, Tomura proceeded to put the chicken in the sauce, then adding the vegetables and meat to fry them"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "When the meat soaked, he allowed him to fry up the meat and the vegetables. Giving a small smile, he glanced over at Bayushi as he watched him fry the meal. \"Well want to add a tablespoon of water to the sauce too.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura silently got to work adding the water to the sauce, wiping his brow from the heat that was coming from the frying"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "After a few moments, the chicken looked cooked and the vegetables were the right tenderness. \"Okay I think you can remove it from the heat.\" Adohiro had started on the rice and it was all done. \"I think we can eat now.\" He said smiling softly."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded and assisted with setting up, once they put the food down and sat, he claped his hands together.\n\n\"Itadakimasu.\" And then began to eat, \"Mmmm, this is delicious, where did you get the recipe?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "Adohiro would get his portion of meal as he sat down. He also did the thanking tradition as he frapped his chopsticks. When he was asked, he'd speak up. \"I found some recipe books so tweaked them a bit until I thought they were tasty.\" He spoke up."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"So some experimentation, your labors bear delishous fruit,\" Tomura chuckled, \"I haven't had a home-cooked meal in weeks, you've given me a great gift this day, Daidoji-san.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a smile shaking his head. \"No need to thank me. I just like to cook when I can. It's fun. Maybe you should try cooking. I can give you some copies of some recipes too.\" He offered."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Prehaps.\" He mused, \"Is there anything gossip wise I should know about, I love a good saucy story.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"Gossip? Hmm I know maybe a certain teahouse has some gossip but I haven't heard anything exactly.\" He told him. \"I think you can find some gossip in some places.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I see... I think I know the one you're referring to, the Crab establishment, I was surprised finding a diamond like that one in this city.\" He continued to eat"
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod. \"I don't really go there. I have no point to go unless i and specifically invited there. But I heard from others it should be a place you stay away from.\" He pointed out as he finished his meal. \"Don't go there often?\""
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Now that earned a raised brow\n\n\"Hmm, and why should I stay away from it?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"I dunno, that's what I heard some people say. People say to not go there.\" He said shrugging. He wasn't too sure in why people said that, maybe it was dangerous sometimes? He had no clue."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Strange... I should look into why... What places would you suggesting visiting then?\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "\"Hmm maybe a Yakitori place I like that near the crane embassy. It's quite delicious. Hmm other places, probably the tea house close here. It has good tea and it's all locally made there.\" He brought up. \"I can't think of any. I mostly go to food places like the small marketplace nearby here. They have good sales there on Sunday.\" He told him."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Yakitori is nice... I'll stop by it sometime and check it out.\" He said, as he finished his meal, \"I thank you again for your hospitality, sadly I must head home, Baka is surely wondering where I am,\" He gave a chuckled, \"I hope to see you again sometime, and remember, feel free to visit Baka if you wish.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod thinking that was a good idea. He than saw him finding his meal and say he needed to go. \"Sure, give Baka a cuddle for me!\" He said with a grin. \"Do you want me to accompany you so you don't get attacked by thieves?\" He asked"
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura chuckled, he didn't know if Adohir joining him would deter theives, but he couldn't deny he enjoyed the Crane's company\n\n\"Thank you, I'm sure they will quake with fear when they see my escort.\""
},
{
"author": ".drstone.",
"message": "He gives a nod hearing his comment. \"I've brought down thieves recently. I think I can easily protect you.\" He told him with a small smile. \"Let's go, we don't want it to get too late so your friends won't worry about you.\" He said. He knew Tomaru was weak and couldn't fight well so he'd help."
},
{
"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Lead the way my friend.\" He smiled, gesturing for Adohiro to walk out of the door first, \"I'm glad to have met such a welcoming soul in this city.\""
}
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "After the meeting held by their new Ambassador, a time and date was set for them to meet once more. This time a more discreet encounter with just the two of them, assuming he'd be acquiring some task. Though Yuto in particular had some information to report to Shosuro Komori, a man who he hoped would restore their presence here within the city. The Magistrate had some information prepared to give to the Ambassador. \n\nStill in the comforts of the Shosuro Palace, their little assembly would actually take place in the Rokugos quarters. Things were arranged to make it more comfortable, it was a relatively small room with a Zataku table in the middle with two cushions on each side. Atop the wooden surface was a Pot of Tea and cups if they fancied a drink. Beside it was a scented candle, casting an aroma into the air of the room. \n\nAs for the rest of the Magistrates quarters, it was relatively bland. Having a rack to set his Daisho and Mask aside, though for now the veil that covered the scorpion's features rested on his face. Unlike at the meeting, Yuto wore all black. His kimono, hakama, and haori. While they were made of a fine fabric it was rather basic clothing. \n\nAt the door a female heimin servant named Chinatsu would await and tell the man when the Ambassador arrived. A notable feature is the woman only had one hand, with one arm coming up short with a stub. They'd await their Lord patiently. \n\n||"
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"author": "hida",
"message": "Komori found himself walking the halls of the Shosuro palace. I had been nearly a quarter century since he'd darkened these hall prior to his arrival. He wasn't even sure the pup he was going to meet had even made his first cry but never the less he needed to take measure of him to see if he was ready for the task at hand. He needed Samurai with the conviction and loyalty to get any job asked of them done, no matter the cost. Soon he would have his answer one way or another.\n\n\"Tell your master I've arrived.\" Komori said the the one-armed heimin as a curiosity passed in his mind. And wrote itself onhis face in the form of a raised eyebrow.\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "As the man approached, Chinatsu gave heed to her master, following the Ambassadors instructions. Yuto would of course show proper respect to his lord by greeting the man at the door, as he himself personally slid it open. Giving an appropriate bow, he'd have stepped to the side, letting Komori inside. \n\n\"Your time is appreciated, Ambassador-sama. I'm certain you've found many responsibilities to tend towards since your arrival. It'll be brief, please sit.\" \n\nDespite his size and body language, the scorpion spoke in a gentle meek tone. While one's voice could go unnoticed, usually his large presence captured attention. Not that he tried to intimidate anyone, it was just natural. \n\nOnce they sat, the Magistrate took hold of the teapot, pouring them each a cup of fresh Kabusecha. After offering the cup, he took a moment to breathe. Inhaling the incense of the Warosoku candles he lit, allowing him to ease the nerves and remain calm. \n\n\"While we were without a proper Lord to take charge in our endeavors, I took a few matters into my own hands.\" \n\nThe scorpion took off his mask, setting it aside so he could take a sip from his cup of tea. He'd then continue. \n\n\"Two meetings were conducted within Palace walls, one with the Ambassador of the Lion, and another with that of the Phoenix. I'd like to discuss the details of those meetings.\" \n\n||"
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"author": "hida",
"message": "\"Of course.\" Komori said, graciously accepting the tea. \"A shame you've had to operate without proper leadership for such a considerable stretch. I'm sure you've been working to the best of your abilities.\" He said looking at the larger man. He inwardly cursed Orochi and his blunder. The damage done will take such considerable effort that could best be used elsewhere and now this hulking pup is holding meetings instead of using his obvious talents to advance our agenda.\n\nHe glanced around the room having a sip and nodding in approval before returning his attention to Yuto.\"Well now, Let's hear those reports, shall we? What have the other ambassadors spoken with you about?\" \n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto had much to report on their affairs in the city. Hoping these efforts wouldn't go to waste and be put to use by Komori. The man seemed prudent, reserved, and nimble-witted. Though that was the impression he left in their first meetings, hoping he'd be better than Orochi and Junichi. \n\n\"The absence of leadership was onerous but enlightening. It unveiled those determined to push our endeavors forward, it revealed those who were indolent with their duties, and humbled the ones who stood on a fabricated plateau. While I focused on my dedication as the clans Magistrate, I hope these extra efforts will be fortuitous and pleasing to you.\" \n\nSpeaking in a soft and gentle tone, Yuto was hoping to receive the man's approval. Wanting to know his efforts weren't a waste, thus he began. \n\n\"First the Phoenix. Their Ambassador Shiba Iemon and his Karo Asako Sanumo. They're interested in forming a pact with us and cooperating our efforts in the city. They would also like to purchase medicinal opium. I agreed of course, but another topic of interest came up.\" \n\nHe paused but continued. \n\n\"They desire our gain in more, underhand influence within the city. Choosing their words carefully of course. Though a name was brought up, Silver. An underworld figure I assume, they seemed very displeased with his presence. Wanting to form a pact between the Scorpion, Phoenix, and Crab to root him out. Though I talked them out of such and said we'd 'look' into it. Shiba Iemon-sama wants a follow-up meeting, now that you're here I'm sure you'll find some way to advance that building relationship.\" \n\nOverall the meeting was positive and could be followed up to enhance their dealings. \n\n\"As for the Lion, Kitsu Himiko, their Ambassador is open to us both trying for more positive relations between our clans. Even more so after I extended a kind gesture to them. Using the personal incentives I've collected and saved up, I presented them a bill. Purposed for reimbursing their damaged lands, they were very pleased. Perfect timing seeing that the Phoenix wishes to purchase from us.\" \n\nHe nodded, ending both reports. Though he had one more thing to add. \n\n\"I hope this information pleases you Ambassador-sama, though I very well understand I undermined authority and will accept any punishment you deem worthy. Standing by and slowly watching others dig their claws into our city was unacceptable, so I acted. Now that you're here, I intend to leave the politicking to you.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "hida",
"message": "Komori listened to the young man as he spoke of deals and proposals for clans. He knew the bereft of guiding and informative leadership he took things into his own hands. Drank from the cup Yuto provided and tried to keep his face as neutral as possible. Earnest was hard emotion for most Scorpion to process fully and Komori did his best to hold his tongue. Until all the details were spoken.\n\n\"Yuto-san, Let's speak plainly for a moment. I want you to understand the weight of the things you've told me and the repercussions of them. You, without proper forethought agreed to a Pact with the Phoenix To control the cartels and market *We already control* For Medicine. We've agreed to deliver them a tangible good for what exactly? To destabilize the city be getting rid of a major player in the market with no replacement of our choosing to seize the power they wielded? Where is our gain, child? **Where is it?** Is there an expectation that there will be some benefit to the Scorpion? If it's building a relationship with them, it should be because we *Allow* It. Do not be so cavalier with the charity and goodwill of our Clan. We cannot afford to have clans thinking we require their aid especially after all of the blunders up until this point. When we do reach out, we offer it because we both have something to gain from it. I shall speak to the Shiba about this \"Deal\" You've accepted. There may be a chance that this can be negotiated further to our benefit.\" Komori said leaning back. He sighed and smoothed his sleeves before continuing.\n\n\"I'm glad the Lion are amenable to a relationship with us, but again you offer them something for nothing and intended to spend anything we did stand to gain from the Phoenix agreement by reimbursing the Lion for their agreement in a scheme both previous leaders made. Where is you-\" Komori stopped to take a breath . He could see an attempt was made by someone wishing to trade in fairness and charity. Disgust crept along his face for a moment. He was truly Junshin but that wasn't exactly a failing on his part. He overreached and, true to his nature, admitted to it. He sat for a moment and pondered over his next words, remember his daimyos advice: \"Failure and success are never permanent we seek to turn any outcome to something for our advancement.\" He took another breath and on a deep sigh, continued.\n\n\"Yuto-san. The steps you've taken, while noteworthy, have not been the ones with a sense of scope you should take when making deals for the Clan. Personal feelings, and favors should be used to further our bargaining power, not as a salve to begin negotiations. You've done work and *You* Will turn it into good work. I will aid you to a point and if you're successful, I'll offer you a proper reward. However, consider this the last grace I offer you. Any misstep and misgivings beyond this point will be dealt with harshly. Do we have an understanding?\"\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Yuto was stoic and neutral in his body language and expression. How the man conducted himself in his profession was profoundly different to outside of it, the Junshin fully expected the Ambassador to criticize and shame his efforts. His pupils dilated when he asked where the gain was, a slight smile crept up but he pushed it back down. In these moments of being underestimated, the Rokugo truly felt at peace. \n\nHe of course let the man finish talking, not wanting to interrupt or misspeak to his new Ambassador of all people. Shosuro Komori was quick to be condemnatory towards the man, assuming he was without critical thinking and foresight. Once the Magistrate put his detached expression back on, he spoke. \n\n\"I understand Ambassador-sama, your mercy and support in future travail aspirations is appreciated. But if we are still speaking plainly to each other, I would like to confabulate some things to you. Decorously of course.\" \n\nHis finger moved down to his tea cup, trailing the rim of it. Awaiting the man's approval as he collected his thoughts, ruminating over past experiences. Yuto has had a lot of time to gather impressions and see the city's situation. \n\n\"After the last Winter Court, we lost our Governor, the city, two of our ally's, an Ambassador, overall Influence and.. The Validity of our words. Granted, with our reputation many believed we had no validity in our words, but our scheme had taken away any we possessed. I've spent time with Samurai of the other great clans, I've spent time with the people of Ryoko Owari Toshi. Our great clan has taken a fierce blow in this city, injured prey waiting for one of the predators after it to deal the killing when they have the chance.\" \n\nHe spoke holding back his emotion, yet some would leak through. He did his best to speak respectfully but address their current situation in the city. \n\n\"I understand your concern toward looking weak and requiring the aid of the other clans. The Phoenix **Need** Us, and I intend to **Use** Them. They need our medicine and attachment to the hand we have in this city. We can use their influence and gain multi-clan validity in our efforts alongside their resources. I assure you I acted with prudence, I've made no such litigation towards Silver. I know not to feed a dog before it does what it's told. With your help I can deter their eyes from him.\" \n\nIt was then he took another sip from his cup of tea, going on to refill his and Komori' cup if he wished. He wanted to show that he was no fool, and had a proper view of things. \n\n\"Our gain with the Lion is not as immediate, but our positive relations have risen and continue to rise. We struck their lands and they are not ones to forget, I showed a gesture to prove our genuineness in improving relations and forming a pact. They are wounded, and a bleeding lion cannot tell the difference between a sword and a stitch. Especially when it's dealt by the same hand. With my gesture they will think twice about moving against us and sabotaging their chances with the most influential people in this city.\" \n\nHe laid his palms flat on the table, with his fingers spread out digging into the wood. The Junshin leaned forward, he knew this was ambitious, but he wanted to prove his worth. \n\n\"I know there is a risk to what I've done Ambassador-sama, but I assure you. Use me and see this through, and soon you will be Governor, and all the clans will be at your feet with open hands. **Begging**.\" \n\nHe awaited the Ambassadors response. \n\n||"
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"author": "hida",
"message": "Komori watched Yuto's demonstrative display. A smile slowly grew underneath his silk mask. It was a strange thing to see someone so open in their manipuilations and so willing to seek improvement and opportunities for it. Yuto could become a Scorpion spoken about for ages or he could be dead before the new moon and scoured to the winds. The thought was far too savory to hide with muted features.\n\n\"I hope, for you sake, you're as successful in your gambits as you expect to be.\" Komori said, graciously accepting the tea being poured. \"I will be watching your endeavors with interest. While you're working on those things. There is a task I need you to complete: Collecting the old leadership of the Thunder guard and bolstering them back to their once great ranks. I've been informed that since the arrival of the Imperial Overseer, the Thunder Guard's leadership has been replaced by Imperials as is their purview. But I cannot have people with such skill and know-how of the city's operations be allowed to festers and slough or worse, become detrimental to our goal. Let us make sure to have our own house in order. We have Important business to attend to and it won't do us any good to find ourselves caught ill-prepared.\" Komori said finishing the tea and standing up.\n\n\"I'll be expecting updates of these ventures regularly and expect to hear of a successful revival of the Guard before summers end. \"\n\n||"
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"author": "coverty",
"message": "Had his words resonated with the man? One couldn't tell as he received a different reaction from the Ambassador. Taking a light breath, a small smile crept up forming an expression. It seemed they could move forward acting together, that's what he hoped for. \"Thank you, Ambassador-Sama.\" \n\nAs the next topic came up, the Rokugo was quite surprised. Why? Before he had inquired to do something about the state of the Thunder Guard, only for him to be turned down by Soshi Junichi. What changed? \"This is quite unprecedented. I had been informed due to the Imperials reign we had no authority to intervene with them. I suppose the situation has changed.\" \n\nHe needed to know more, would he be installing the old leaders back into their positions? If so that would require much, or did he want the Magistrate to overtake the guard entirely. \"I assure you I'll have these task done, though I'm curious on how one of my status will accomplish this task. Is there a vacancy in their ranks? Or am I getting my hands dirty?\""
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"author": "hida",
"message": "Komori smiled at Yuto. \"You will simply need to talk to them about restoring them to their former positions. Tell them to come by the embassy and speak to Ashi-san. They may test you to reveal your true intent but I have no doubt you will succeed any trial they place before you. I expect my first report soon, Bayushi-san. Do not Disappoint.\" He says, walking out the door and deeper into the palace.\n||\n-END SCENE"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura was not expecting a letter from the Crab, something about a trade deal... Odd, he wasn't told anything about such a proposal and, in the time he had arrived in the city, he had done what he could to catch himself on the local Clan dealings and politics, Yuto and Kaori are fine Bushi, but someone had to the paperwork around here. He was working on some documents when a servant walked in and bowed.\n\n\"Yasuke-sama is here for you, Bayushi-sama.\" He said, Tomura nodded, his face covered by the black fox mask.\n\n\"Thank you, send him in please.\" The young courtier replied, he wasn't in anything too fancy, the simple robes of a minor courtier, simple red and blacks, he went back to writing the document as the servant fetched the Crab.\n\n\"Bayushi-sama is this way.\" The servant bowed to the visiting Crab."
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Yasuki Umeo followed the servant through the opulent corridors of the Shosuro Palace, his senses alert to the subtleties around him. The air was thick with the scent of exotic spices and the soft whisper of silk. The palace was a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, a stark contrast to the straightforward strength of Crab architecture. Yet, Umeo moved with the confidence of a man who knew his worth and the power of the resources he controlled.\n\nHe was dressed in a formal kimono of deep indigo, the fabric rich and heavy, embroidered with the Crab Clan mon. He carried a small wooden puzzle box, with pearl, ivory, and chitin intricately inlaid on all but one side. The servant slid open the door to Bayushi Tomura's quarters, bowing deeply as Umeo entered. The Crab took in the sight of the young Scorpion, noting the simplicity of his attire, the deliberate understatement that was a statement in itself.\n\n\"Bayushi Tomura-sama,\" Umeo began, his voice a resonant timbre that filled the room with its depth. \"I am Yasuki Umeo, and I come bearing a series of gifts.\" His bow was respectful, but controlled. There was not a millimeter lost to sloppiness. \n\nAs he straightened, Umeo presented the first gift. He placed the puzzle box on the table between them, deftly opening it as he did so. Inside was a set of exquisitely crafted jade sake cups. Each cup depicted a different scene in delicate silver inlay, illustrating a swarm of crabs overtaking a crane and devouring it. They glinted softly in the room's light. \n\n\"These are but a humble token, a passing appreciation for your time.\"\n\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura looked up from his paperwork when the Crab walked in, raising from his seat to give a respectful bow to the visiting samurai, and after the three refusals, accepted the gift.\n\n\"Thank you, Yasuki-san,\" Under the mask he raised a brow at the scene, he knew of the old rivalry, but prehaps it was hints of Crane in his blood that made note of it, \"The craftsmanship is extraordinary, please make yourself comfortable.\" He chuckled, \"My time is spent doing paperwork and meeting people across the city, your visit is a welcomed change of pace, not many bother to seek me out, although I must admit, your letter brought me much confusion, something about a trade deal?\" His voice and tone remained polite and professional, although to the trained ear, at the mention of this 'trade deal' their was a hint of confusion\n\n||"
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{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Yasuki Umeo settled into the offered seat with the ease of a seasoned negotiator entering negotiations. His posture was relaxed yet alert. The Crab's dark eyes, sharp and assessing, traveled the bureaucrat's office. \"Ah, yes. That,\" Umeo began, his voice maintaining its diplomatic cadence. \"As for the trade deal, it appears we find ourselves entangled in a web of misunderstanding—one that I hope to clarify with your assistance.\"\n\nHe paused, allowing the silence to settle like dust after a caravan's passing. \"A proposal was presented to my clan by a member of your esteemed Scorpion Clan. It was... Unorthodox. I felt it necessary to confirm that the Scorpion Clan, renowned for their subtlety, was suggesting an arranged marriage between the children of one of their vassal families and the progeny of the Crab Daimyo.\" The broad-shouldered Merchant set the Rokugo's proposal next to the puzzle box.\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded at the words... And then stopped nodding at the mention of the marriage, at first he assumed thier was a mix up, maybe he didn't hear of this deal or something was sent to the wrong person but then... Under his mask his eyes widended. \n\n\"I apologize... Prehaps I misheard...*What* Was suggested.\" He said in an incredulous tone. He took the proposal in his hand and read it over, with each word taken in his grip on the page went tighter, \"Who... Who is Bayushi no Rokugo Ukagahiko?\" His tone gone from incredulous to infuriated.\n||"
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Umeo watched as the young Scorpion's composure wavered, the mask of diplomacy slipping to reveal a flash of genuine emotion. It was a rare sight that spoke volumes to the Crab diplomat. He remained silent, giving Tomura the space to process the information, his own face a bastion of calm. He already knew the proposal's contents, after all.\n\n\"Bayushi no Rokugo Ukagahiko,\" Umeo repeated the name with deliberate neutrality. \"I am not privy to the internal hierarchies of your clan, Tomura-sama, but it seems this individual has overstepped. We could say it was either due to youthful exuberance or misguided ambition that brought that document into the office of Ambassador Koyama's Karo.\" His low voice was measured and firm. He spoke with the tone of a man rarely crossed twice. If some courtiers were described as swords wrapped in silk, you might describe Umeo as a club covered in velvet... Smooth, comfortable, and undeterrable. \"The proposal was presented with such confidence that it prompted me to seek clarification directly from a more... Established authority within your clan.\"\n\nHe leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked onto Tomura's, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. \"I trust you understand why such a proposal cannot be officially entertained without causing considerable... Discomfort between our clans,\" Umeo said carefully.\n\nUmeo's finger traced the rim of the jade cups, their gory display glinting in a vaguely discomforting juxtaposition of refinement and overt violence. \"I solve problems, Tomura-sama. Please help me ensure this one was solved discreetly. And not repeated.\" He looked at the documents on Tomura's desk. The scrolls and papers there spoke of a mind attuned to the finer details of courtly intrigue. A tense beat passed.\n\n\"You know, so far, I have resisted the urge to purchase those small baubles hawked along the streets. A small model of the waterfront, a painting of Teardrop Island, or even a Mask of some sort. You know, something to remind me of my time in this city. I know, I know, they are such a cliche thing.\"\n\n\"I must admit, though...\" The Crab Karo's voice took on an icy tone, his meaning evident, \"I saw a Rat Mask that would look good on a corner of my desk. A reminder of the importance of Grace and Patience, if you will. I would be most content should you run across one and think of me.\" His suggestion hung in the air, a morbid bridge extended into uncertain waters.\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"Representative-\" He read the document again, \"As far as I was aware, I was made representative to the embassies, this isn't just 'youthful exuberance' or 'misguided ambition', this is a gross overstep into another's duties, Yasuki-sama, I deeply apologize to the Crab on behalf of the Scorpion, I'll look into this... Rokugo immediately, if it where up to me, being made Ronin would be a mercy.\" He said coldly, as for the paper, he immediately held it over a candle.\n\n\"I apologize for the affront this fool has made, the Crab are the reason we sleep soundly in our beds, to offend the children of Hida-sama is to offend the defenders of Rokugan, that... Insult, was not from the Scorpion, I can assure you, the individual had no such authorization, to be honest I was to visit your embassy and present a gift... Instead it has been you giving me a gift to know this incident has happened.\" He bowed again, \"I apologize for the break of my composure... That was... If it where up to me, heads would roll.\"\n||"
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "The Yasuki nodded, his face still composed and tone hard, \"Yes, it is a shame we do not have the authority to put those things into motion ourselves.\" A half of a moment, an intake of breath, \"However. I do believe that as expert, well-versed in his trade, you may be aware of who does have that authority. You may also be privy to the words required to gain their attention and stir them to action. Perhaps, in this matter, we should speed along the most the succinct solution.\"\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura nodded.\n\n\"We are of the same mind, I will notify my superiors to this immediately, I promise you the parties responsible for this insult will pay.\" He sat down in his chair, after taking a breath a sense of calm returned to the Scorpion, \"Once again, I beg forgiveness for that slip, I usually don't break like that it's just... I'm surprised someone who wrote that thing was able to pass his gempukku.\" He picked up brush and went back to writing his paperwork, \"The idea of a vassal marrying kin of a Great Clan Daiymo, why stop there, maybe he could arrange his daughter to become Empress.\" He scoffed, \"In all my days, I have never seen something so... Detached from reality, sense, and reeking of vanity... Our magistrate is of the Rokugo family, I'll speak to him as soon as I can.\"\n||"
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "The powerfully built bureaucrat bowed in response. \"I appreciate your confidant response to our rodent problem. You will forgive me for pointing out that he sounded equally confident in his delivery.\" The youngest samurai Tomura had ever seen with crow's feet smiled, though. Umeo's attitude was notably calmer and an air of *This-is-just-how-it-is-for-us* Began to form. \n\n\"For my peace of mind, do let me know when the matter is settled.\" The merchant leaned back in his seat, his deep indigo robes quietly rustling. \"Oh, and I meant what I said about that mask, too. That part was a personal request, however.\"\n\n\"You had mentioned paying us a visit soon, is there anything you would like to cover in advance to make it smoother or more productive when you do come to call on our hospitality?\"\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"The life of a courtier, cleaning up after the mistakes of others,\" He chuckled, \"Well... Seeing how he *Lied* About his position, claiming to have my role of all things, I don't think it would be too much of a leap in logic to see this for what it was, a Ronin trying to storm his way into the ranks of true samurai, maybe a bandit who looted someones gear off a battlefield even, wouldn't you say?\" He smiled, offering a story to wrap this whole ordeal up.\n||"
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "The understanding was clear and easy between them, like the currents of a cool mountain stream. \"That is an astute observation, Bayushi Tomura-Sama. That sounds, to me, like a Scorpion matter for the Scorpion to handle as they see fit. I think we would both appreciate it to stay that way, as well.\" Neatly wrapped, indeed. \n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"This ronin shall feel our sting,\" He chuckled, \"Now that that's out of the way, I thank you for alerting us to this rouge, and I think now would be an excellent time to speak with your ambassador should he be free for one, I still need to pay my respects to the Crab, and for this gesture, I'll bring you a gift when I visit your embassy, one which I'm sure you will appreciate.\" He smiled\n||"
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Yasuki Umeo quietly watched Bayushi Tomura, the young Scorpion's posture slowly regaining the composure befitting his station. The Crab's eyes, however, held the weight of the sea—deep and unfathomable, hiding currents that could either guide ships to harbor or dash them upon the rocks.\n\n\"Bayushi Tomura-sama,\" Umeo began, his voice the rumble of distant thunder, \"Your assurances bring a measure of solace to an otherwise turbulent matter. I shall await the news of this... Rogue's fate with great interest.\"\n\nHe stood, his movements reminiscent of the tides—predictable in their occurrence yet commanding in their presence. \"As for your future visit to our embassy, it would be an honor to host a reasonable samurai such as yourself. Unless there is something that you require, I find myself satiated for the moment. I do not wish to be too big an interruption in your day's duties.\"\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura smiled and his eyes eyes looked the crab over under his mask, \"I thank your for bringing this matter to my attention, I always pay my debts.\" He assured, \"There is... One small matter that perhaps you may find interesting, and if you wish my debt to you to be even greater, if it would be no trouble.\" He said, the weight of his voice emphasizing the risk of giving another reason to owe the Crab, \"May I ask, have you ever enjoyed yourself in the Scorpion Garden?\"\n||"
},
{
"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Yasuki Umeo's gaze lingered thoughtfully on Bayushi Tomura, the mention of the Scorpion Garden piquing his interest. The Crab diplomat's expression remained composed, yet there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, a subtle shift that spoke of his intrigue.\n\n\"The Scorpion Garden,\" Umeo echoed, his voice maintaining its steady timbre. \"I must confess, my duties have kept me from exploring many of the city's delights. However, I am not one to shy away from new experiences, especially those recommended by a discerning host.\"\n\nHe paused, considering the implications of such an invitation. The Scorpion Garden was renowned for its beauty and the subtle, often hidden, dangers it contained—a fitting metaphor for the clan that tended it. Umeo's mind, ever analytical, weighed the potential benefits and risks of accepting such an offer.\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "\"I think you should consider a visit... However, it would seem some in this city think otherwise, their are certain parties who wish to expand their own interests into such businesses... Now, while I have nothing against enterprise, their is a certain tradition to things, we all have our roles, our specialties, I was wondering what your opinion on the matter would be.\" He said, coolly and pleasantly, \"The Yasuki family is famed for their insight to the flow and ebb of commerce, which, even if some consider distasteful, is a life blood to the Empire, one such as you must surely have wise insight.\"\n||"
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Umeo's eyes narrowed slightly as he picked apart the possible meanings that may have been layered into Tomura's words. The Scorpion Garden was more than just a location—it was both a place of beauty and intrigue, was more than just a location. It symbolized the Scorpion Clan's influence and control within their domain. The suggestion that other parties were attempting to encroach upon this territory must have been of significant concern to the Emperor's Underhand.\n\n\"The flow of commerce, like the flow of a great river, is indeed vital to the Empire,\" Umeo began, his voice steady and thoughtful. \"One might consider, however, that many streams supply the strongest rivers. If a little healthy competition were bad, then the Emperor would not have seen fit to have us all competing for governance. Is it not so?\"\n\nHe paused, choosing his next words with care. \"Respect for tradition and our roles in the Empire is paramount. Any action that undermines this respect is short-sighted and potentially dangerous. The Yasuki, as stewards of commerce and trade, would advise caution and consideration to anyone that believed otherwise.\"\n\nUmeo leaned forward slightly and made eye contact with the bureaucrat in the fox mask as he spoke. \"As for the rest of my opinion, Bayushi Tomura-sama, it is this: A completely balanced board is static, predictable, safe, and boring. Thus, truly dynamic opportunities arrive only through the application of tiny imbalances.\" \n\nUmeo's expression remained calm, but his eyes conveyed the seriousness of his stance. \"If you were to send an invitation to visit the Scorpion Garden to understand your problem better and discuss it in finer detail, then I would be inclined to accept.\"\n||"
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"author": "emperortremere",
"message": "Tomura just kept on smiling and being pleasant.\n\n\"I would very much like to show you what the gardens have to offer.\" He nodded, both clearly knew the real topic of the convo, and while the Crab seems to be on the fence, leaning more towards more the opposition, Tomura would just have to try and change his mind. \"Consider it a gesture of personal apology, for the undue trouble that this affair must surely have brought, my treat.\"\n||"
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"author": "marcusgottlesby",
"message": "Umeo nodded and looked from the bureaucrat to the door, \"Then, send the invitation to the Embassy when you have allotted such a time, and we will discuss it further at such a time. I am afraid as pleasant of an offer as it may be, now is a poor time to ask my opinion about festive matters.\" The broad-shouldered Karo's face held a stern, if sympathetic, expression. Courtiers had their duties, after all, but the Scorpion had chosen a poor time to press an invitation to a garden stroll. A major diplomatic incident had only just narrowly been avoided moments before, after all. \n\n\"I am also afraid that, barring a very pressing matter, I will need to excuse myself. On another day, however, we will discuss lighter matters.\" Yasuki Umeo gave the Scorpion functionary one final bow, *Exactly* As deep as etiquette demanded, \"Now, if you will, I must say good day.\" With that, the tall Crab left Tomura's office. His embroidered kimono swished behind him as he walked with a determined, if slow, pace.\n\n||"
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal nodded slightly as she watched Varis approach. She reached an arm out between the bottles and jars in front of her and parted them. Allowing Varis a spot to sit on her rug. She scooted back slightly, giving the mer some more room. She smiled behind her veil. Astal reached to her side and grabbed a small bowl made from shalk chitin. Turning her pipe over she emptied the contents into it, killing off the embers and snuffing them in ash and dried mushroom. It would be rude to force such an eager customer to partake in her vices. She began to speak again, waving her hand slightly. \n\n\"Information is always helpful Serjo. I like to know who I am reading for. Azura is gracious, her knowledge is a blessing. But people are easier to talk to.\" Her voice is laden with a dry humor. She extends her palm, pale white fingers waiting for Varis to present his own. \n\n\"I am known as Astal, and you, young wizard? \"\n\nIf Varis were to look closer at the talismans around her neck, peeking out underneath the fringe of the veil. Between the hammered copper amulets, etched with the sigils of the good daedra, sat several depicting the house of troubles."
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Telvanni watched Astal carefully, delighted to find someone from their respective homeland. As she spoke in Dunmeris, a look of serenity came over his features as he straightened his back and focused. Then, his eyes shifted toward the talismans around her neck. The Good Daedra, *And* The House of Troubles. His eyebrows furrowed a tad, before he looked back up to her eyes and he answered, \n\n\"Hm. Fair enough. Varis Xai'Shen, Spellwright of House Telvanni.\" His eyes shifted back toward the talismans. \"To know oneself, one must know thine enemies.\" He looked back up toward her. \"You know your enemies well, I suppose?\" Referring to the imagery of the House of Troubles."
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "\"Spellwright eh? Impressive. It has been long since I last had the honor of speaking with one of your illustrious rank.\" Astal pleasantly muttered. Many of the Telvanni she had met were of a lower rank. But the few that climbed higher, she had found were more enjoyable to interact with. A low rumbling chuckle emanated from behind the veil, and she bowed her head towards him. \"I am Astal.\"\n\nAstal caught the movement of his eye and raised a hand to the string of copper amulets. Her thumb brushed over them, settling on the central and most burnished one. The brighter copper was etched with a tribal depiction of Sheogorath. She rubbed along the metal as if it was ritual. \n\n\"Hmmmm, enemies, perhaps. And yet we still placate them. We still worship them. Faith is curious indeed. \" Astal moved her hand away from the chain of talismans. Leaning forward. \"You speak the name of Our Goddess of twilight with such reverence. Faith amongst Telvanni waxes and wanes like the tide. But you must be particularly devote. Either that, or you have been imparted an experience with our divine shepherds.\" \n\nAstal leans back and plucks the bones from the rug. The small chunks clink and scrape, as she rolls them in her palm."
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The man raised his eyebrows. In foreign lands, few Dunmer were so eager to remain polite with a Telvanni. Even in Morrowind, if a Telvanni stepped out of their own territory, it would often be followed by mockery and disgust, only for them to be slack jawed at a true Wizard's knowledge and skill. \n\nThough, as she spoke, he tilted his head slightly as he observed. A look of amusement played across his features, aloof nobility, as he said, \"My devotion is greater than most of my colleagues, this much is true. As much as I would enjoy the full worship of all three Good Daedra, I am most partial to Lady Mephala. Her teachings speak to me the most. Even the False God, Vivec, spoke well of her nature. A nature I most appreciate.\"\n\nVaris looked toward the copper talisman to Sheogorath, pondering it. Was it the oldest, or the one most dearly kept? Such constant, ritual touching would imply they would all show their age in order of devotion. Though, the manner of devotion, was the question. Did that level of polish mean she warded herself most against his influence, or delighted in his worship the most?\n\nThe Sorcerer suspected it might reveal itself over the course of their conversation, as he asked, \"You speak as though you know of the Telvanni well. Do you come from Eastern Vvardenfell's Ash Wastes, or, a knowledgeable observer?\""
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal swirled the bones in her palm as he spoke. Mephala, a good choice. Her people were partial to the Lady of Dusk and Dawn. But to those particularly ambitious, Mephala would light their path and dash the bones of their enemies at their feet. It felt fitting, for a Telvanni to favor her. \n\n\"Hmmm, alas no. I hail from the prairies of Deshaan. Between the jungles of Blackmarsh, and the spires of Mournhold. When I left my tribe, I made pilgrimage across the breadth of Morrowind. And there was a time, about a decade ago, where I traveled to the ruins dotting the inner coast of the east. I had the privilege of meeting many of your housemates. Good people, strong. I had the delight of spending a week within the company of a magister, as a... Cultural advisor. \" She stopped moving the bones. Haphazardly tossing them into a small bronze dish. Watching carefully as they bounced and settled in the metal. \n\n\"It is a shame, the lack of faith within your community. Wisdom does not correlate with intelligence it seems. One cannot view the princes, good or bad, as simple patrons to transact with.\"\n\nHer tone soured slightly. It was the one quality of the Telvanni that she disagreed with. The ever present skepticism."
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Easterner's eyebrows rose as she mentioned where she hailed from. *Deshaan*. He had read about those lands, but had never been. Morrowind was large, and Varis would have to visit when he returned to complete his ascendency to the rank of Wizard. \n\nShe spoke of her pilgrimage, and his eyebrows rose as she expressed her time among the Telvanni. *Housemates*. A term he had heard before, uttered by Ashlander siblings and extended family. Not exactly said with praise, back then. Though, he made no issue of it, as she continued. \n\n*It is a shame, the lack of faith within your community. Wisdom does not correlate with intelligence it seems.*\n\nHe made no overt change of expression, but he seemed to lean in a tad, intrigued by those words. As faithful as he was, his mother was an advocate for self-established moralities and virtues, building off the basis of the Daedra, but not worshipping them. Varis' father had always cautioned Varis away from such a path, as it could lead to disaster in one's mortal life, as experiences were limited, while emotions of resentment were eternal. \n\n\"I agree with your last part. To an extent. The Good Daedra are the ones worth worshipping. Namira, Hircine, Molag Bal, and all the rest, are but enemies. Enemies to the State of Mortal Existence. Any deal with them, as foolish as it may seem, must be in the mortal's favor, and rend the Prince of honor and decency. It is all such feeble spheres of influence deserve.\"\n\nHe rolled his shoulders back and raised his eyebrows. \"I wonder, do you invite the House of Troubles into your life for more than transaction?\""
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Wizard observed Astal as she spoke on his knowledge. A grin formed as she mused about his blood, and nodded subtly. As she continued, his features became more stoic, as he watched her cautiously. She was providing philosophy regarding these mongrel Gods. Varis observed, eyes narrowing as she spoke of begging and sacrifice to them. In his time, he had always spat on them and their shrines. \n\n*Both Altars*. He mauled over the idea, and immediately dismissed it. \n\n*The teachings they offer.*\n\nVaris observed her, and grinned. \n\n\"My father is of the Urshilaku. I attempt to stay in touch with my roots.\"\n\n\"As for the House of Troubles... Slavery and rape. Mania and dementia. Revolution through chaos. Excrement and Hypocrisy.\"\n\nVaris summarized the House of Troubles in a matter of words, smiling passively. \"Yes, I believe there is much to learn from these spheres of influence. However, it seems you put an emphasis on what they can provide, rather than what examples they make to shun and refuse to fall into. I may be Telvanni, but I am a reformist - abolitionist. I see the folly of the trade, and how it placates directly into the hands of one of the Corners. Upheld and spared of consequence by the Old Tribunal.\"\n\n\"As for our Three Good Lords, I pray not for their protection, but their guidance. In these prayers, I am reminded of their teachings. The contradictions of which hold deepest truths. Tell me, of the spheres I equated to the Corners, what are their contradictions? According to the Codes of Mephala, there is no difference between the theorist and the terrorist. The spheres of our Good Lords are the columns that hold up Civilization, and give order to chaos.\""
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal nodded approvingly, when Varis told of his lineage. As a mainlander, she knew a limited amount of the tribes on Vvardenfell. The general respect between Ashlander tribes was strong. When there wasn't conflict, of course. The water separating the two chunks of Morrowind meant that, Astal's tribe had no ancient grudge with Varis'. Astal watched as the other Mer spoke. It had been long she had conversed over such matters. Certainly not while being in Skyrim. As he finished she sat still for a moment, Contemplating his words. \n\n\"It is, familiarity. Familiarity is what splits our good daedra, from the bad. In our culture, it is our closeness that allows us to dive into these associations. It is what allows us to reason if they are good or not. Take Boethiah, to all but us Dunmer, she is a betrayer, a master of torture and slaughter. But to us, she is our champion lord. Her betrayal allowed us to drift from the Aldmer, and we became who we are.\" Astal moved a hand to her chest, finger tapping on the central talisman.\"\n\n\"Sheogorath, the prince of madness. He drives those who spurn, and worship him to madness. But with him I see a lesson in predictability. To outsmart an opponent, one must learn the other's behaviors. But to keep oneself from being outsmarted, it helps to make them keep guessing.\"\n\nAstal stared at varis from behind her goggles. Expression hidden from view. She folder her fingers together, and leaned forward. \n\n\"Dear Serjo, I do have to ask. Are you here for a service? If not, I would prefer we move this conversation to somewhere less bright. Where we can properly speak, face to face.\""
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Dunmer listened closely to Astal's words. These issues were something of great debate back on Port Telvannis. Typically, it ended with some agnostic daring to challenge Varis in combat. The conjuring of a Clannfear ended all such feeble minds. Though, here, in Skyrim, he had to regulate himself. He could not lash out, and smiled to himself, as he knew she would not either. They could have an open discussion without the threat of violence. \n\nUntil, of course, someone said something so outrageous it demanded reprimanding. \n\nAs she spoke, his eyes narrowed, as she referred to the other races of Tamriel. Their lack of perspective was what made their inferior. Of course, she had to know this. And, when she brought up Sheogorath, and his alternative means of success over an opponent, a slight grin formed. Before he could retort, she asked about a darker local. \n\n\"Ah, yes, I am forgetful.\" He held out his hand, for her to read his palm. \"We decided on a fortune, earlier, and I got lost in the discourse. Afterward, if you are interested, I would gladly go somewhere more suitable.\"\n\nAs for Varis' palms, he exposed his left hand, it was a mismatched network of lines, as most people's were, but his were covered in lines and zig-zags. Such lines pointed toward hypertension, anxiety, and unwanted thoughts. And yet, as Varis held his hand out, it was as still as a surgeon's. \n\nThough, some truth were in the palm, only in his eyes. They were darting and observant, as if danger were from all sides and within. His tattoos, scars, and exterior all served as a good defense from fools and the ignorant, but those who would appreciate his death? Especially for someone who seemed so brazen and confident in his conviction? It was a magnet for danger, and if anyone would be anxious and have high blood pressure, it would be a Telvanni. \n\nAs for fortunes and divination from the palm, Varis held his head up, intrigued to see what Astal might find."
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal nodded. As he offered out his hand. She gently took it in her own and held it closer to her face. As she gently grasped his wrist her free hand moved towards her face. She slid the bone goggles up, exposing the pale white skin beneath. Her pink eyes twitched back and forth, white lashes crinkling as her vision adjusted to the light. She spoke as she did this. \n\n\"Many thanks, Serjo. I prefer to debate somewhere where I can look my fellow in the eye. Much more personal, makes the argument that much sweeter. Out here I am simply looking for business.\" She muttered out softly. Astal turned his hand over, taking a look at both the front and back of it. She ran her thumb and forefinger over his digits, checking the nails before flipping the palm upwards. Her long nails trailed over the lines, her eyes scanning them like a scholar reads a scroll. She clicks her tongue slightly.\n\n\"Firstly, you may want to consider eating more fatty fish.\" She taps a line with a circular shape beneath his ring finger. \"Eye problems in your future, you may want to read with more light as well.\" She traces more of his palm, noting the breaks in the central crease of the palm. Mental issues. She glanced up towards his face. The serene but ever watchful look of it. He likely knew, or had overcome them. Nothing worth bringing up. Astal return her sight to his palm, taking a deep breath and letting her magicka well up.\n\nVaris, a trained mage, would be able to recognize the tang of mysticism. Her's was old, like many of the wise women of the ashlands. Astal stared at his palm, iris's shaking, light from her eyes gone. A deep chuckle resounded from her and she blinked, tension releasing from her body. \n\n\"Well now. In your future I see, an apotheosis. Great mage you are and great mage you shall be. But I see an abandonment of all you hold dear. True to your roots, you shall wander. There is a fog about your future. Flickers of all types of potentialities. Towers and spires, cold dark wastelands. An abandonment of sensibilities. Great power, but I warn you. Keep close to your morals, cling to your culture like a vine.\" She spoke with a sure tone. \"Generally, I get a clearer picture. But with you, I think your potential and ambition make the path shudder. I get sparks of one reality, only for them to fizzle out. Replaced with the flashes of another.\" \n\nAstal gently releases his palm."
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Telvanni's eyebrows rose as her face matched her pale-white hands. *A Vampire?* No, there was not that hunger typical to such a kin. Her eyes were a pale red, not the volcanic ash-waste tone of his father. She was an Albino. *Fascinating*. He had never seen one up close, at least, not one with such an obvious condition. He had half the mind to dissect her and see what else was different on the inside, but elected not to, as he listened to her *Predictions*.\n\n*Fatty fish? A bright light while reading?* He looked at her with mild disinterest, unamused by these readings thus far. While he did enjoy seafood, he had always preferred a vegetable and fungi based diet. Meat was delightful, but there was no need to pay exorbitant fees for the kinds he actually enjoyed. \n\nThen, *Magic*. His eyes focused, like a feline focusing, and he could *Feel* The pull of arcana throughout the air around them. His eyes narrowed a tad, focusing on what could be divined from her expression of power. An eclectic, old form of mysticism. He recognized it, had managed to study it before, and found it just as strange now as he had long before. \n\nThe prediction commenced, and at first, Varis grinned. *Apotheosis*. An astute assessment. Though, as she continued, his grin became more downward, as his eyebrows pushed themselves together and watched her cautiously. *Potentialities. Abandonment. Cling to my culture?* The prediction was troubling, to say the least, because he could feel the power she was using. It was a truthful divination, or so, she was seeing something truthful. To some degree.\n\nThus, when she completed and pulled away, Varis slowly brought his hand back toward his bubble of privacy, eyeing her with a narrowed gaze. \"Hm. A wandering mage. Not exactly the norm for Telvanni, but...\" Varis nodded. \"Noted.\" He mauled over her prediction, wondering if there was any degree of truth to what she had uttered, compared to what she might have seen. \n\nWhatever the case, there was a source of pride in knowing that his future was unstable. When she spoke of Sheogorath's potential for unpredictability and its advantage over an opponent, he wondered how he might cripple those that would act against him in some similar way. \n\nVaris nodded to himself, and flicked his hand, a coin purse appearing between his fingers. He undid the string tying it together, and reached inside, looking up at her saying, \"How much?\""
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal pulled her goggles back down over her eyes. Shaking her head slightly as her vision adjusted. Charms on her cap clinking together. She folded her arms across her chest, tucking her hands into her coat. She cocked her head to the side, pondering the price. \n\n\"Since you have been very gracious, I will charge half-price for the reading. Lets say, fifteen septums. Good price for you.\" She shifted and moved her hand. Holding it open expectantly. \n\nHad Varis not been a source of semi-riveting conversation. She would have doubled the price. Thirty septums was a steep price, but it fed and housed her. Of all she offered, potions and fortunes sold the best. There was little demand for the raw ingredients, besides the rare alchemist. Astal leaned in slightly. \n\n\"And now, I must ask. What will you do, now that you have had a scraping glimpse of your future? Nebulous as my vision was, I think it may vary from what your current path is.\" \n\nAstal watched the other mer. It was a question she always asked to her clients. Sometimes when the visions were particularly vivid she'd enjoy gauging their reaction. It was a curious thing, to meet with such a clear depiction of fate. Of course it was not the same with Varis. There were several, who had had such vague futures. Her favorite clients. How she wished to return to Morrowind to see which path they chose."
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "His eyebrow rose as she said her price, and nodded. It was a gracious price, as he reached into his pouch and plucked out the septims, and set them into her hand. \"Very good, then.\" He tightened the string on the purse, sent it back through the rift it had come in, and looked back toward her as she asked what he would do with the knowledge of his future. \n\nVaris watched her, and looked to the side. He thought on it, before looking back to her. \"I enjoy my things. I prize myself on my accomplishments. However, if what you say is the true path I will take, into the planes beyond as a wandering, great mage... Then I will not let it be. I am a scholar of House Telvanni. When I venture into the planes of Oblivion, it will not be to wander, but to control. Synthesize. Observe. Meanwhile, on this world,\" A grin formed. \"It seems I must focus on my goals harder, if I am to accomplish them before the planes of Oblivion grasp for me.\"\n\nHe rolled his shoulders back, looked at her, and smiled. \"But, I appreciate the advice, Soothsayer. Should you find my future changing in other ways, do let me know. I do enjoy having my conviction tested.\""
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal let out a hearty laugh as Varis finished his words. She clasped her hands in front of her, sealing the coins between her hands. \n\n\"It is good you are Telvanni. Such ambition. I'm sure you will rise to a great position soon.\" She moved the coins to her left hand. Reaching behind her and picking up a small bug skin bag. Astal dumped the coins inside, before stuffing the pouch into the sleeve of her coat. She continued, waving a finger about. \n\n\"Of course, Serjo. I would love nothing more than to see which path you find yourself walking on. It is very interesting. Finding out how true my predictions turn out to be. Sometimes my clients get enough gall to change it. Other times they spiral, and run headfirst into an ever solidifying inevitability.\" Astal grinned behind her veil. \"If there is one thing that will test ones mettle. It is being confronted with fate. But, if you choose to come to me for another reading, I will give you a good price.\" She leaned back, resting against the large pack that sat behind her. \n\n\"I am glad fate happened to bring us together. The Dunmer of this land lack the same, solid connection to their culture that you have. It is a shame really. A quick cut through the Velothi mountains and the children of ash no longer live as they should. Not a single temple, nor ancestral shrine. Countless babes, born to never meet the progenitors of their lineage. It brings me sorrow.\""
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "He watched as she responded, glad to know she had a calm reaction. He wondered what she would have said if he had not put that tid-bit about his father at the end. That last bit of relation to maintain appearances. Varis only grinned as she spoke of how the practices and histories had been passed down. He only nodded, listening as she continued. \n\nThen, her question about his father. His eyebrows perked up at this as he leaned back a tad and watched, grinning at her reason for wanting to know. *Pure curiosity.* Thus, he nodded, always pleased to satiate such appetites. \n\n\"My mother is originally from Tel Vos, before Red Mountain erupted. She was seeking magical knowledge from the Urshilaku, as a part of her thesis report so that she could move up in the ranks. She was a retainer at the time, and my father was an assistant to the Wise Woman, having enough magical skill to become a renowned battle mage among them. When they met, they spoke of a match made in fire, as he was devoured by her eyes,\" He gestured toward his own, and how different they might seem to other Dunmer. \"And she, absorbed into his wit and cleverness. My mother engaged in a conversation with him, rapidly transforming into a fierce debate. She spoke of him leaving the tribe for her, while he wanted her to become a doting wife.\"\n\nVaris grinned. \"In Telvanni fashion, she challenged him to a duel. If he won, she would become his wife in the tribe. If she won, he would become wedded to her, and become, *Her wife*.\" A chuckle escaped his lips, as he shrugged. \"He was initially offended, and outright refused. His fellow ashlanders chastised him, making fun of him for giving up so easily. So, he agreed to the challenge.\"\n\nHis eyebrows rose, \"My father is a name true to his word. When he was defeated, he submitted, and went back to Tel Vos with my mother, with a scar to prove his devotion. They lived there for a time, until the Red Year. The residents of Tel Vos huddled into the underground or teleported to safety. My father immediately went back to the tribe, to help keep them safe. Before the ashfall threatened bury them all, my mother arrived, and helped cast a heap of water walking and water breathing spells, so that they might evacuate out across the seas and make it to Dagon Fel, where they would be safe from the majority of the calamity.\" \n\n\"Since then, they have been inseparable. For over two hundred years, as, despite her challenge, she became close with some of the tribesmen. I am the youngest of seven, two of which went back to the Urshilaku tribe to reconnect with their past, while the rest scattered across House Telvanni's territories. One of them, if I remember correctly, is off in Vvardenfell, excavating sites and previous holding of House Telvanni, to reclaim whatever was lost in the ash.\"\n\nVaris raised his eyebrows, \"What brought you to the cities, and so far away from Deshaan?\""
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal listened intently to Varis' story. Truly a fine tale. As he spoke she leaned forward, hand snaking up under her veil to tap her chin in thought. She felt relief run through her when Varis' brought up how his mother saved the tribe. A selfless Telvanni, a comfort. If anything was a token of their love for each other is was likely that. Seven siblings, impressive. She clapped her hands together as Varis' finished, and steeled herself to answer his question. Astal did not like to think back on the day she left. On those sleepless nights within an ancient ruin. Thankful that her garb covered her face. Varis would not be able to see her darting eyes or lips pulled thin. She took a silent breath and pushed her discomfort down into her belly. \n\n\"Pilgrimage. It was after a rather, tragic event. I found myself entrenched in grief, but I felt a calling. I was drawn to a ruin, one to the troubles. I sought to placate, to cease the agony that plagued me. I spilt blood upon the altar, wrapped my arms in intestines, and spent days in prayer. It was then that I realized, that I could not beg for relief. My first step upon that darker path was me conquering my grief, my guilt. I left, and I decided to travel across the country, to learn from the shrines of both good and bad. I kept to the wilds at first. I lived as I did with my tribe. But, it gets lonely in the wilderness. Community and family is everything to Ashlanders, we need each other to survive. And so, I decided to head to the cities. I did there as I do now to survive.\" \n\nAstal motioned to her wares in front of her. \"Fortunes and Alchemy. But it also gave me the chance to learn and debate. Within the cities lie the more fervent devotees of the dark path. Hidden in the murky alleys and found through word of mouth.\n\nThrough argument with them and prayer I came to my conclusion. That the house of troubles seeks to teach us the hidden lessons. And so I taught what I knew to those who listened. I like to think that my way is not the brutal madness of the cultists. But rather a realization that there is balance and a need for both the good daedra, and the house of troubles.\""
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "A smile crept to his features as she explained her story, and nodded along. His eyebrows rose a tad when she mentioned a temple to the House of Troubles, but did not mock her. Not yet. As she spoke of sacrificing to them, things began to make sense. Perfect sense. The way she held them about her neck, claimed them to be more than mere challenges, but teachers? Varis watched and studied, listening carefully as she discussed her faith, and her philosophy. \n\n\"Hm. A fascinating tale of faith. The journey toward one's own is often a difficult one, especially for the intelligent. The masses may have their sweet anodyne and succor from a priest's lips, but such teachings, such lecturing, are just that; lecture. It is one thing to hear the priest speak of value and virtue, and another to find one's own virtue.\"\n\nVaris grinned a little. \"I would challenge your view of the Troubles. You say they teach us the hidden lessons, while they make their lessons quite clear. They are tests, challengers. I will provide merit, that they are what aid our people in the Psijic Endeavor. To endure hardship. They are necessary, but they must not be followed. To bow to the Test, is to never pass it.\"\n\nVaris' eyes narrowed as he observed her, wondering if she wished to now take the conversation somewhere more private, or if she would retort immediately."
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal twitched her head to the side. Charms clinking with the sudden movement. She dismissively waved her hand. Pale fingers cutting through the air. She was no stranger to such conversations on faith. To those outside her circle her beliefs were often anathema. There would always be debate, conversation. Such was religion even before she choose her path. \n\n\"By all means, challenge. The position I hold is controversial. I know that, every other walker of the path knows that. I do not so worship, as I do imbibe. The lessons learned from tests can be made forth into tools. At that time, so long ago, I was not aware of how my greatest test would affect me. I realized, through Sheogorath, that nothing was predicable, life itself is madness. Through Bal I would dominate the agonies that plagued me, Malacath would temper my will. And as I traversed the wilderness, weak and weary, that Dagon would make me prove my knowledge of the land. And so, that first month alone, out in the wastes I found my will to live again. Terrible and cruel the gods are, but had I not opened my mind to the depths of what they stand for. I would have likely died.\"\n\nAs Astal spoke, a zealousness gripped her speech. A tinge of obsession. It was obvious that her path had affected her deeply, though she maintained a strong lucidity. Her hands moved as she spoke, fingers tapping into devotional shapes as she spoke the names of the troubles. Her thumb touching specific knuckles with each name. Pin pointing which ones she would hold during prayers. Her form settled down as she wrapped up her speech. \n\n\"But alas, such discussions are better had elsewhere. I get, passionate. But, I like to stay within city walls in such a foreign land. As Dunmer we may speak openly about such entities in our lands. But the superstitious here make it rocky land to navigate in public.\" Astal motioned to the other stalls in the square. And at the mostly Nordic crowds.\n\n\"I have been kicked out of a Nord city once, I wish for it to not happen again.\""
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Sorcerer observed Astal as she spoke. As she made her devotion and nature of it known. A look of somber curiosity came over him, as he looked at her as one would study a specimen in a lab. He watched her, as she spoke of how the Troubles had mettled her and allowed her to regain her drive for life itself. Disdain marked the wrinkles of his face, the laugh lines and forehead divets born from years of disgust. However, they settled as he opened his eyes a little and raised his brows at her mention of a better place to sit and speak. \n\nVaris offered a one-sided grin, as he said, \"Of course. Perhaps the Silver-Blood Inn? Surely there is a spot in the corner somewhere there for us. Or a loft, where a door may be shut? Alternatively, a place by the fire, and a spell to keep us silent from prying ears? Then again, in my experience, the Nords of this land do love to watch foreigners fight. As much as I am disinterested in adding to their pitiable superiority mind-set, I do enjoy watching others become enthralled in intellectual discourse. Though, your aversion to being thrown out is acceptable. I'll let you lead the way.\""
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"author": "Astal Isulrhat",
"message": "Astal nodded. She moved to stand, knees creaking as they unfolded from her sitting position. She pointed towards a part of the city to the right of them. What would be a corner beyond the column of rock that housed the Silver-Blood inn. Hidden behind the mass of stone was an avenue of homes, chiseled into the rock like the rest of the city. \n\n\"Tch, Beyond there. I have lodgings in a small apartment. It was given to me to stay in for a few weeks. My payment after healing a young nordic woman. Some well off merchants daughter. It is small, but warm and quiet. I have food and drink, if you care to partake. But uh.\" Astal motioned to her rug, with all here wares set up. \"Help an old woman out if you can. I have many things.\"\n\nWith that, Astal moved the pack that was behind her to the rug. She set about gently collecting bottles and setting them into the large leather bag. They clinked about as she nestled more. The larger, more whole dried herbs she tied to the front of the pack. Powdered and crushed ones she simply poured into canvas bags, and tossed them haphazardly into the pack. She spoke as she moved about. \n\n\"Fights yes. Had we been at each others throats with daggers, or simply our hands. They would pay little mind, a night within their jails, a public flogging maybe. But speak the names of the gods they fear with conviction. And they will turn on you, the little tolerance they had will evaporate like snow on a forge. These people cower from the shadows. I was speaking to a group of young Dunmer in the city of Riften. My first few weeks here, and caught the ear of a nosy old cow. I found myself dragged from my room at the inn, and tossed out with my belongings. How can the reclamations thrive if those around the Dunmer piss themselves at the very name of Mephala.\""
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{
"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn smirked as she kept her eyes on him. \"It wouldn't be Skyrim if it wasn't cold. But I'd argue today's rather nice, it's almost bearable to be outside.\" She noticed the amount of covering he was wearing. It was almost hard to tell what race he was. Most of the Nords around her were wearing much thinner layers. She could tell even from her place on the ground that he was very tall. Perhaps an Altmer? No, there was no haughty refinement to his tone. But a cold Nord was strange. Too strange. \n\nLuhn ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it up a bit. \"Just making conversation, I noticed the sword.\" She motioned to behind her back, referencing where his was currently sheathed. \"Not a lot to do out here, in Morthal. I thought the demand for work would be a bit higher, considering how isolated this place is. But alas, nothing but people asking me to go wade out in the swamps and pick mushrooms.\" \n\nLuhn kept an eye on his body language, her eyes narrowing. \"I don't suppose your from around this area? Perhaps you could point me in the direction of a town that has an active need for a mercenary?\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"You know, if you truly want to be a hero to these people, I would go out and pick the mushrooms for whoever needs them. A lot more to saving the world than just stabbing bandits.\" The tall and broad figure didn't even so much as glance in Luhn's direction as she spoke, though she could tell he was a Nord by this point by his accent, \"If you're more like me and just want a job that pays well, I would probably try my luck at Whiterun. Trade center of Skyrim, plenty of merchants that need protecting and brigands that need slashing.\" He chuckled mirthlessly, \"Someone there should hook you up for a nice little errand.\"*"
},
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn nodded, a grin still upon her face. \"You see I would, but I don't exactly come from a place that actively grows mushrooms. I'd probably end up poisoning the poor sods with my, well. Inferior foraging skills.\" Luhn joked. Moving to rest her hands on her hips. She wasn't wrong though, the deserts had only a few species she could identify. And the hardy almost wood-like fungi that could survive the heat looked less like proper mushrooms and more like stones. The irony of a Dunmer that couldn't identify fungus wasn't lost on her. And she let out a short burst of air through her nose at the humor in it. \n\n\"Whiterun you say? Thought as much. I plan on heading there in a week or so, once I grow weary from the sights here in Hjaalmarch. I've been staying in Solitude. Figured there would be more to do here in the swamps. But alas.\" Luhn shrugged. \"Well, I'd hate to take up more of your time. You seem busy, watching over this place like a hawk. I'll leave you to it.\" Luhn made sure to focus her tone when pointing out his observation of from the balcony. \"Must be warmer up there, than down here.\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"Only barely, only barely.\" The Nord quipped back with a slight smile, before pulling out a bottle of some kind, and taking a few swigs of its contents. He would place the bottle back into his inventory as he went back to scanning over the horizon of the town, \"If you're curious to what I'm doing, I've come from Whiterun on a contract of my own. Some merchants tell me they were robbed blind here at Morthal, and they're paying me to look into it.\"*"
},
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn's brow furrowed a bit, and she rubbed her chin with her knuckles for a moment. \"Really? Must've not reported it to the guard. There aren't any active bounties or investigations in Morthal... Like I said before, there isn't a lot to do out here.\" Luhn thought about it for a moment, perhaps traders in Skyrim were less competent than she had originally thought. Generally when going through the wilds most would bring a guard, ideally several.\n\n\"How many days ago was this robbery? I hear Whiterun is a good ways off. Strange that your merchants would wait until they got to all the way over there to get help.\" She crossed her arms over her chest. And her grin was replaced with a rather neutral expression. \"Perhaps I could be of some assistance. I am a scout by trade, I know how to track people.\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"I appreciate the offer, but I've got things handled here. I guess if you see someone who looks as shady as me but isn't me, you can tell me where you spotted them and where you think they might be headed off. Otherwise, I've done many jobs like this one by myself, and I'd rather not have to split my earnings. I barely make enough to eat and keep my clothes clean, you know.\" The Nord spoke plainly, clearly aware of how his outfit made him look suspicious on the surface level.*"
},
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "\"Are there many who dress like you? I'll keep an eye out for sure, but you would be the first I've seen wearing such, full coverage gear in this part of Skyrim.\" Luhn motioned to her face. Making reference to the large hood he wore. She had seen others wearing the same amount of layers but that was when she was crossing the Jeralls. Where the snow was up to her knees, and the frost could easily take a limb. Compared to the mountains Morthal was nothing. Sure the water and mud was frigid, but it was warm enough that Luhn could forgo wearing her thick woolen cape. \n\nShe decided to press him further. \"Strange for a Nord to be chilled on such a... Delightful spring day. But who am I to judge.\" Luhn glanced around, looking at some of the townsfolk who were close by before turning her gaze back up towards him. \"I will be here for about another day or two, staying at the Moorside. If you have need of me, I will likely be there.\" She moved her hand to rest on the pommel of her sword again. \"Not a lot to do, but at least the inn has a delightful snowberry mead.\""
},
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*The Nord nodded, \"You do that then.\" As he would go back to scanning over the town. But, before she would have a chance to really depart, he would interrupt her one more time, \"Actually, one more thing, lass. How often do you come by this town? I know you're not a local just by the way that you talk, but I do want to know how familiar you are with the layout of things around here.\"*"
},
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn suppressed a chuckle. She cocked her head to the side and and shifted her stance.\n\"I wouldn't say I'm familiar with much of anything in Morthal, let alone Skyrim in general. I've practically just arrived, crawled over the Jeralls about two months ago from Cheydinhal.\" She narrowed her eyes. \"I can confidently make my way back to Dragonsbridge but my knowledge of the extends to the main roads, and that's about it... Why do you ask?\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"Well, I wouldn't be very good at catching these thieves if I didn't know some of the nooks and crannies they like to slip into, or what spots they might find as soft spots, that kind of thing.\" The Nord would sigh, \"I'll probably be at the inn in a moment or two, there's only so long I can stay out here in this damn he- ah, cold!\" The tall figure began to awkwardly cough into his palm. \"Sorry, something caught my throat. By the way, the name's Klimmek, if you ever wanted to know my name.\"*"
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "\"You take the cold like a Khajiit takes to water, friend.\" Luhn's eye twitched slightly at his mistake in his speech. She felt something twist in her gut, it was faint, but she could tell something was off about the Nord. \"Klimmeck eh? Well, I am honored to meet you, sir. I am Luhn Hleri.\" She bowed her head towards him respectfully. Her tone was neautral, almost confident. \"Considering you are on the hunt for these... Theives. I don't assume you will be staying in Morthal long? Even so, it's almost lunchtime, perhaps you could tell me the details over a meal. That way I can keep an eye out. I may not know these lands but Im damn good at keeping an eye out.\"\n\nLuhn smiled, not expecting him to say yes, but since she had a room rented out at the Moorside, running into him again would be inevitable."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Klemmeck nodded, making his way quietly towards the empty bench at the corner of the inn. He would patiently wait for the Dunmer lass to get her grub, while also bringing out another swig from the strange bottle he pulled out from under his thick dark coat. After taking a second, hardy swig, he would notice a tavern maid carrying drinks around the different tables. As she neared his spot, he would allow a subtle charm spell to manifest in his hands, before silently using the spell to charm her towards him for the next minute or so. He cast this spell disguised as a simple finger motion to beckon her over, but it would be a finger motion that would hypnotize her when she saw it.*"
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "The innkeeper worked quickly. Luhn watched as the older nord man moved about, making his way to the back of the house and returning with a wooden bowl. Luhn quickly took it and thanked the innkeeper. She turned on her to look back over the tavern, glancing over at the table where Klimmick sat. She hesitated moving for a moment, opting to take a sniff from the bowl of soup. Satisfied with what she smelled she gently walked back towards the table. \n\n\"Huh.\" She muttered to herself as she watched one of the tavern maids approach Klimmick. The young human woman had just been serving a pair of nords at a different table. Luhn approached the table where Klimmick sat and placed her bowl on the tabletop. She then took a moment to unstrap her sword, placing it next to her on the bench as she sat down. \n\n\"Smells like venison. Food here is pretty good, though, not as heavily spiced as I'd like it to be.\" She said, speaking more to herself rather than Klimmick directly."
},
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*As the young woman approached the cloaked Nord, Halvar began to speak to address her directly, \"Yes, I was just wondering when my wine was coming in. I ordered a tall glass of your best wine half an hour ago. \" He spoke towards her in a slightly irritated manner, though if Luhn was adept in reading people, she might decipher than his hint of irritation is feigned rather than genuine, \"Don't worry about the tab, I already paid the counter. Just get me my wine, I'm parched.\" The seemingly entranced woman in return just slowly nodded as she stared blankly into his eyes, before smiling and making her way to the wine cellar.* \n\n*\"Ah, that's better.\" Halvar leaned back in the bench as the maid went, still keeping his hood and cloak on, and noticing that Luhn had just stepped back in. \"Yes, well, this is a dinky little town here. Don't expect the most gourmet cooking. Just be glad they can serve something to eat, right? It's why I ordered the best wine they have here. I wouldn't want any other wine from a place like this.\"*"
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn shook her head and took a bite from her soup. As she suspected it was venison. There was a meaty, gamey almost earthy flavor to it. Salty, with a strong note of garlic. It would do. She chewed for a moment, her eyes focusing on the candle burning in the center of the table. A rather loud gulp and she returned her attention to Klimmick. \"Well, I wouldn't know the quality of Nordic wine. I will admit, I had tasted some of the best when I was journeying through Cyrodiil. Perhaps it's just me but it seems almost blasphemous to drink the swill they sell here in Skyrim. Now mead, that's a different story, Nords make mead like Dunmer make Sujamma. Some of the best drink iv've had. Sweet, fruity, and strong.\" Luhn smiled. \n\n\"But, it's a bit too early for me to drink something that strong.\" She chuckled out. Luhn took a few more bites of her stew, the warmth of the inn chasing out the little chill that had settled in when outside. She then set her spoon down, moving to pull out a small sachet from her belt. She opened it and sprinkled a brown dust over her stew, a spice blend. The nord was likely to smell the warm, spicey, and sort of funky scent. \"Hmph, good stew, but, nothing wrong with adding a little taste of home.\" Her next bite was accented with a delighted hmm. \"You arrived in Morthal today right? Early in the morning or in the night?\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"To my knowledge, we don't really grow wine here in Skyrim. Our wine is imports from Cyrodiil. At least, the good wines are. Being a Nord, I can drink whenever I please, and hardly anyone will think differently of me. I was just never the biggest lover of mead, too sweet for my tastes.\" The tall cloaked Nord went on, as the maid arrived back to their table shortly, setting down a tall and surprisingly fancy silver goblet that was filled to the brim with wine, which made the Nord's eyes contort with the smile he no doubtedly had, \"Thank you, lass.\" He spoke as she turned away to serve other customers, though if Luhn were paying attention, she could notice the young girl had a look on her like she had been possessed by a spirit.* \n\n*\"Now, to the matter at hand. I'll admit that the merchants didn't give me much to work off of. Like I said, they were robbed blind. All they knew is that a few days ago, they had stopped by Morthal for inn and rest, thought their cargo was safe, only to find it completely empty by next morning. They apparently did it damn well too, since nobody apparently got caught or was hurt in the process. Right now, I'm scanning the town for any places that a sneaky thief might slither into or out of, and then I need to rule out if the thieves are locals. If they are locals, I feel I should catch them soon enough. If they aren't, then my thinking is that they'll be back for another haul of hot goods eventually. My stomach tells me that I'm dealing with bad locals.\"*"
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "\"That may be true, that there isn't a proper grape industry in this part of Tamriel, but they definetly water down the imported stuff when it crosses the border. I spent a few nights on a ship going from Windhelm to Solitude. They, hired me as a navigator in exchange for free passage. One night I saw a group of them topping off the barrels with water. I thought it was just a rare occurrence, until I went to a tavern in the capital and was disappointed with the vintage Gold Coast import they had. Or maybe Gold Coast wine just tastes like garbage. I guess i'll never know for sure.\" \n\nLuhn glanced over at the tavern maid and took a notice of her expression. \"Weird.\" She muttered under her breath. She returned her attention to the nord as he began to speak about the heist. Nodding along as he spoke. \"I see, that is odd. Strange for traders to not check their goods in the morning, or keep a night watch on it. I suppose if there are local thieves. Do you know what the merchants had as inventory? If it was anything substantial, say like fabrics. Then there's a chance the thieves are hiding out within the caves in the swamp. I've heard stories of all sorts of things out there. Frostbite spiders, necromancers. Heh, even vampires.\" Luhn wiggled her fingers \"Spoooky\"\n\n She took a few more bites of her stew. \"Now if they were jewelry peddlers, or selling anything that could be carried I suspect the criminals are long gone. From what I've heard Morthal isn't exactly the ideal pitstop along this trade route. But if you're lucky they are probably in the swamp.\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"I wish I could tell you, but the merchants tended to be tight-lipped about exactly what was stolen. I guess they didn't want rumors to spread about whatever valuable items they had lost. All they were willing to say is that they were robbed during their stop in Morthal, and they want the thieves caught and done in. Dead or alive. But, they did skimp on some details, which is why I'm not excluding any possibility here. My gut tells me they're locals since it seems unlikely that a bandit gang from across the swamp could worm their way into town and out with the goods while being under everyone's nose.\"* \n\n*\"But, maybe with you, I can hedge my bet a little. You called yourself a good scout? Well, I might just call you to prove it.\"*"
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn thought for a moment. \"Hmmm, I guess it could also be locals. Perhaps we can ask the guard if there has been any suspicious activity lately. Or if any of the residents have been acting weird. If only your merchants had seen them, shame. I don't know why a client would skimp of details of what they were carrying. Perhaps it was something illegal they were smuggling. At that point we could be dealing with something larger, organized.\" Luhn took a couple more bites, reaching the bottom of her stew. She lifted the bowl up and scraped the remnants into her mouth. Licking her lips she placed it back on the table and let out a content sigh. \"That hit the spot.\"\n\n\"Well I'd be happy to prove my skills as useful.\" Luhn continued. \"I've been scouting for about a decade, professionally at least. Practically raised in it. I think I'll be able to find your suspects.\" She grinned. \"Of course there is always talk of payment, I'm willing to take twenty percent of what those merchant are offering you. A discount, for considering my help.\""
},
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"Of course! I wouldn't talk about services if I wasn't for discussing payments, eh? Twenty percent is more than fine!\" The Nord smiled and nodded. Though his smile was clothed by his cloak, the way his eyes would adjust to the smile seemed somewhat devious, \"Since we're still trying to work out whether the thieves are locals or outsiders, I think we should split up. Assuming you have more experience with the wilderness than me, your outdoor scouting skills could prove useful in uncovering any hints or clues as to where the thieves might have gone or done with the cargo. Meanwhile, I will stay here, talk to people, narrow down suspects, and be on guard for any suspicious happenings at night.\"* \n\n*Klimmeck nodded, \"Yes, by the time that you've uncovered some valuable evidence, I should be able to determine if the thieves have any connection to this town in particular. Again, it's likely they do, given how easily they stole an apparently sizeable caravan's worth of goods. But then again, they could just be really good burglars. We need to rule out both scenarios.*"
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn nodded. \"I agree, I'll see what I can find out in the swamps. It may take me a bit to get my bearings. But I think that I'll be able to pick up a trail. I just wish your clients had some information on the targets. Never the less, the mud here holds onto footprints delightfully well.\" Luhn tapped on the table as she thought. \"I will check in with the guard before I go out, if there are any suspicious residents It would be helpful to have a slight description. Would hate to follow a bunch of nord tracks just to find out that the most suspicious fellow here is a Khajiit\" She chuckled under her breath. \n\n\"I say we meet back here, I will probably return as soon as it gets dark. Morthal is too foggy during the nights for me to comfortably nagivate back. Need the stars, and the damned Sea of Ghosts likes blanketing this area in just. An absolute smokescreen of fog. Its comically ridiculous.\" Luhn took a moment to digest. She stood up from the table, stretching her arms a bit."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Klimmeck would raise a hand and shake his head slightly, \"Let me handle the guard. I'm one of their kin, and they'll open up to me about sensitive details before they'll do the same with you. No offense, but you're a Dunmer lass who comes from afar. I can see it on your sense of style. You're more of an outsider than I am, and people around parts like these don't take kindly to people they see as... Interlopers.\"* \n\n*Though, at the mention of her returning at dark, Klimmeck's eye twitched just a smidge, \"Don't have enough supplies for camping? Fair enough. Would be kind of pointless to meet every single night though, especially if nothing turns up. I'll be staying in the inn during daylight hours. If you have something, feel free to talk to me anytime then. Don't bother me at night, because I'll be on the case, and I don't want us to slow each other down.\"*"
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{
"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"Like I said, this is a venture that may take some time for clues to show up. Don't worry about meeting tonight if you don't come back with anything valuable. If I were you, I'd just keep searching until I found something interesting, then come report it at the inn when I'm there and my hands are free, which they likely will be given the broad nature of this investigation. Just remember not to bother me too much when I'm about town, I'll be too focused on my own part of the investigation to hold up much of a conversation. Sorry, that's just how I am.\" Halvar nodded, finally taking a grasp on the wine glass filled to the brim, and bringing it to his mouth for a sip as he subtly pulled his face mask down, but the wine glass still obscured much of his face.*"
},
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn raised an eyebrow, the man was insistent. She wasn't going to push a stone that couldn't be moved. This man must have some reason, or perhaps it was a cultural thing. Whichever it was, her job was to find people, not to pick at their minds. \nLuhn bowed towards him slightly. Reaching over the table to pickup her now empty bowl. \"Huh, I see. Well I will still be at the inn tonight, considering this is the only lodging within this part of the road. For now I'll go over to the trader, pick up some horker skin boots. They're waterproof from what I've heard, and my camel skins don't like mud. After that... I think I will head into the swamps, begin my search.\" Luhn spoke aloud, more so to herself then to him. She straightened and glanced behind her towards the counter of the inn. \"I will be seeing you then, Klimmick. I hope both of our searches prove fruitful.\" \n\nLuhn turned on her heel and stepped towards the counter at the far corner of the inn. She gently placed the bowl on the counter, thanking the innkeeper and headed towards the door of the inn. Luhn pulled her scarf closer around her neck, glancing over at the hooded nord as she tossed the yellow and worn fabric over her shoulder. She took another glance around the inn, savored the warmth from the central fire pit and then opened the door. A cool breeze hit her from the outside and she suppressed a shiver. How she missed the dry, warm air from the desert. She thought for a moment on what Belkarth would be like this time of year. Temperate, warm, a bit humid as the spring rains would start, slowly turning into the monsoons of the early summer."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Halvar resisted the urge to laugh maniacally as he gulped down more of his wine, only setting the glass down upon the table once it was only half full. The moment he was pulling his scarf back over his mouth was the moment he allowed himself to grin. That \"Quest\" He sent her on should keep the nosy little Dunmer occupied for a while, as well as provide a good cover story for himself. As he silently watched her depart from the inn, the vampire idly wondered how long it would be before she'd begin to realize that she was being put on a wild snipe chase. If he was convincing enough, he hoped it would be a good length of time. He'd need to construct another tall tale soon if he was to further justify his presence here with no tangible proof to show for it.* \n\n*No matter, that bridge will be crossed once they reach it. For now, he was to return to his main objective. He needed to continue gauging the town's defenses, both against the scenario of undead, and the more conventional threat of bandits and the like. Whether Morthal's protectors were actively keeping themselves on their toes against danger, or sitting around munching on bread, he needed to know.* \n\n*A few moments later, the Nord would finish his wine, and quietly step back out, silently heading towards the guard house to inspect the parameter.*"
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"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn took a quick jaunt across the Morthal streets. True to her word she made her way to the local trader. It was a brief conversation with the man behind the counter. About a half hour of trying different boots on, and a good five minutes of bartering \nLuhn would leave with a set of thick soled horker boots. She tied her old pair to the back of her pack, and laced up the new shoes. A glance to the sky and she attempted to read the weather. The clouds were puffy, sparse, and high-up. Good tidings for the rest of the day, Azura be willing the warmth would stay as well.\n\nLuhn took a moment to quickly check if everything was in place, she patted down her front and pockets, tightened the straps of her pack and began a march towards the edge of town. The mists of the morning had burned off, leaving a clear view of the frost covered marsh. As she walked the firm earth of the street became softer, soon her boots were leaving deep welts within the muck.\nPuddles of water forming within the deepest recesses of the footprints. It would not be an easy walk, the deep, sucking mud slowed her down. Luhn pushed through, keeping her self on the only trail that was visible. Occasionally she would spot a smaller game trail, but those were far between, and only marked by the deep tracks of mudcrab claws and deer hooves. \nLuhn attempted to keep herself on higher ground, the altitude helping her see more, but the mounds of slightly drier dirt and rock, were sparse.\n\nShe quickly grew to appreciate the horker skin boots, but they did little to shield her from the cold and the wet once she slipped and managed to get her leg knee deep in stinking, muddy water. Luhn let out a series of vibrant curses. Her buckskin pants repelled most of the water, but she'd have to take care and hope that the frigid water would dry off quickly. The first few hours within the swamps, made her absolutely hate them."
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"author": "Tjormir, Guard of Morthal",
"message": "As Halvar sought the guard house, Tjormir was manning the front, his axe and sword strapped to his waist as he held his hands in front of him. His blue eyes shifted side to side, inspecting the town he was meant to protect and lay his life down for. It did not hurt that his mother was a few houses down, sitting on the porch, rocking back and forth with such menace, Tjormir had never forgotten those childhood beatings. He sighed through his nostrils, his back straight and mannerisms taught as he watched people pass by now and then. In the distance, children played near the docks, throwing snow balls at each other, and the occasional icy mud ball. \n\nHe smirked a little when one of the youngsters slammed another directly in the face with one of those mud balls, remembering times when he had thrown and been targeted by such horrors. His eyes shifted again, looking toward the direction of a few Old Ways worshippers walking from their temple, having finished their sermons and chantings for the day, and gone off to one of their homes to enjoy a feast, or simply go off and talk more about wise sayings. He scoffed a little at the notion, but guessed he needed to keep any gods who would help him close to heart. Anything helps when one of those nasty Chaurus reapers makes its way to town. \n\nFor now, he remained stationary, protecting the front of the Barracks while the sound of noise yawned from behind its doors, as veteran guards shared war stories with the newer recruits, waiting for the next shift change."
},
{
"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*A dark, hooded figure slithered under the shades of the balconies and the trees above his head, silently tracing quiet steps as his mind marked out the various pathways that comprised the interior of the small town, all while catching glances at the various workers and moving crowds going about their day. His mind was recording as much as possible on his way to the guardhouse. He needed to make sure that when he starts stalking at night, he knew where he was going and to whom, and how to evade and escape in case the going gets rough.* \n\n*The hooded Nord would approach the guardhouse from an angle and a fair distance, making sure that everyone who stood around the outside of the guardhouse was easily visible to him, but they would be less likely to spot him in turn. He clung to a wooden pillar, ready to slink back in case anyone looks his way. Peering in closely, he would observe the guards' goings, paying careful attention to their facial expressions and mannerisms. Which ones seemed on edge and as watchful of their surroundings as he was of them, and which ones looked like they were just sitting around waiting for the time to pass. He needed to know if the majority of them looked to be former or the latter, as this would indicate the general character of the local guard.*"
},
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"author": "Tjormir, Guard of Morthal",
"message": "Years ago, a Vampire Menace had plagued Morthal for a long time. When Tjormir was a child, he remembered when his father ventured into Movarth's Lair. His father came back, a bite mark to his neck, and a lost leg. His mother had denied the Conjurer, Falion, from seeing his father to heal him and rid the man of the curse. She prayed to the divines, prayed for some blessing to ease his father's passing. Tjormir remembered when his father looked at his mother, spit on her prayer beads, got out of bed, crawled across town, and saw the Conjurer. He was cured, his wounds were healed, and he limped around until he died with a smug grin on his face. \n\nThe menace of Movarth was nearly two decades ago, and the young had forgotten such a time of ghost stories and vampires. Tjormir grew up with the Dawnguard walking into his town and slaughtering every vampire in sight, until their presence was believed to be all but extinct. Still, the swamps of Morthal was a mystical place, and that summoned its own litany of conjurers and wizards over the years. Vampires were still out there in those swamps, waiting to drag children beneath the shallow waters into deep pools and underwater caverns.\n\nThus, around the barracks and other places in Morthal, the guards were wary, but not all too occupied. Morthal was a quiet town where most people knew each other, even with a fairly large population as far as Skyrim's settlements went. The majority of guards outside the barracks were young, and so they had a doey look about them. As if they had not seen real combat. Tjormir, however, stood tall, and unbothered. Some of his comrades gripped their swords too tight as night fell, more out of fear than caution.\n\nOverall, the local guard was stalwart and prepared, but not very experienced. Less bandit raids, less vampires, less violence. The most many of these men ever did was provide a citation to a roudy mage, or follow up warrants from the Jarl. Maybe put Grojyolf in a cell for a few nights after a night of drinking."
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{
"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*The hooded Nord who spied the group of guardsmen from a distance continued looking on at the scene, analyzing each of their faces and demeanors. Then, he smirked. If most of the guard were like the majority of boys and girls that he was seeing here, he might have a chance. Still, there were a couple that stood out to him. One being the older looking fellow, at least looking older due to his large beard, who stood tall at the front of the barracks. That one looked like a proper boulder in comparison to the other small pebbles strewn about the place.* \n\n*Halvar departed as silently as he came. He would return to this place later, probably to spot out the captain. If he was gonna pull his strings with the guard, might as well make it their leader so he has their whole organization in his pocket, he thought to himself.* \n\n*Halvar's next stop in his silent walkabout town was the temple. Wherever that was, and whoever that temple was dedicated to, Halvar needed to find it. He had heard those Vampire hunting Dawngaurd preferred to commune in those hallowed halls when not on the task. If that rumor proved to be true, then if there was a Dawngaurd presence in Morthal, it could be found here. And, if there was a Dawngaurd presence here, that needed to be dealt with before anything else.*"
},
{
"author": "Cornelius Hjalti",
"message": "As he sought the temples of the city, he would find that most of them were unprotected by Dawnguard, save for one. It was a Temple to the Old Ways, the ancient Nordic Pantheon that had experienced a resurgence since the end of the Civil War, and the spread of the actual Old Ways from the ancient shamans of Dawnstar and Windhelm. Upon viewing the temple, Halvar would notice a two men positioned outside. Two Dawnguard soldiers, equipped with silver and coated head to tough in lethal, elite, well-made armor. Their services to the people of Morthal were slim, compared to most other Holds, as they had played little part in the Movarth affair. The people of Morthal trusted the Dawnguard, but had no lasting love for them, as vampiric presence in the area had been few since his downfall. \n\nAnd yet, they stood, protecting the Hall of the Dead and the whispering chants within."
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{
"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "Meanwhile, some ways away from the Temple, along the docks, seated on a wooden chair with a pipe in her left hand and a totem necklace in her right, one of the priestesses that had left that temple sat. Patiently scanning the waters, as if she was seeing something beneath the surface, but was unwilling to vocalize it. She remained utterly silent, like a shadow in the broad daylight, what with her overlapping grey shawls and brown fabrics, and her elderly face overshadowed by beads and braids and tattoos. \n\nThe woman observed and observed, her eyes ever moving, and if Halvar looked long enough, he might even notice her gaze cross over him. But, it was a passing thing, ever shifting, as though she were a blind woman merely moving her eyes about. \n\nWhatever the case, the Temple was guarded, and it had many keepers."
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{
"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Halvar clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. So, the Dawngaurd were here after all, and it seems they've fashioned this \"Temple of the Old Ways\" Into a base of operations in the town, or something along the lines of that. Regardless, so long as they were here, Halvar knew it would be difficult to operate without prying eyes and ears trained to follow his trail. The Dawnguard must be dealt with first, but their fall must be a subtle one so as not to put their entire organization on alert.* \n\n*His eyes did not fail to notice the elderly lady who looked as though she was connected to this same temple sit and scan the waters. If she was connected to vampire hunters directly, she was one to be cautious of. The shadowy vampire shifted about himself, keeping his profile low and blending in with whatever was around him in order to avoid taking too much notice of him.* \n\n*Still, he wanted to watch her for a moment or two longer, to see what she could be capable of. His gaze briefly shifted back to the Temple, and Halvar wondered what he could do to gain access to some classified information, such as what connections this temple has, or what threats the Dawnguard here are facing and how they plan to go about dealing with those threats.*"
},
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"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "The entrance to the Temple seemed to be the only one, despite its size. It was a multi-layered building, but not necessarily multi-floored. It was reminiscent of the structure of the rest of the town, but given a more steeple appearance with its highest point overlooking the entire marshland settlement, aside from the Jarl's Longhouse. The singular entrance was guarded, but it seemed anyone could come and go, from the local Conjurers and Mystics, to the most common of men and women. \n\nThe longer Halvar observed, he would soon notice the old woman get up, place her hands deep within the fabrics of her burly dress, and made her way across the docks, back toward the temple. She paused to greet the guards, nodding to them politely, before entering.\n\nThere were windows high up on the temple, to let air flow in and out, large enough for someone to fit through or peer into the temple from."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Halvar had dabbled rather deeply in the arcane arts since his rebirth as a child of the night. As a young and proud Son of Skyrim during his mortal life, he shared the enmity of most of Skyrim's children had towards the schools of magic. It was unnatural, it was cowardly, it was evil, only the weak and untrustworthy would consider to resolve any problem with anything but a face-to-face clash of steel. It was more honorable and just that way. Halvar believed it all as a simple Nord.* \n\n*But, the fate of the rebellion, and his dark ascension revealed to his once narrow and ignorant mind the truth of the matter. Power is to be pursued if victory is to be achieved, as victory only cares for the more powerful, no matter what form or shape that power takes. Power is power, and Halvar knew that if he was to conquer his foe, he could not be above using any form of power at his disposal. Thus, he grew a keen interest in practicing certain magics to aid his adjustments with his new life of undeath.*\n\n*The Nord slinked back behind a wooden wall, and conjured a rudimentary spell he had been working on for several years. Far from a masterwork, but it would suffice for a situation like this one. It was of the Illusion school, and as Halvar allowed the spell's effect to flash over his body, his external vampire features would become suppressed. His black hair would turn a shade more to an auburn brown, his ominous yellow eyes faded into a calming gray-blue, and the skin around his face and neck would turn a shade more flush.*\n\n*Looking at his reflection in a puddle, Halvar grinned. He no longer saw the horrible visage of a vampire, but that of a simple mortal. His mind strained slightly, as Halvar was no fan of using this spell due to the degree of mental concentration required to maintain the spell effect. But, if he were to get close to trained vampire hunters, a convincing disguise was all too necessary.* \n\n*The Nord shuffled, as he made his way into the temple with a gait of an ordinary townsman. His hood and mask were let down, so that the guards standing in front would see his disguised face as his real face and think nothing of him as he strode in to follow the old priestess inside the temple. Upon his entrance, if the guard allowed it without stopping him, Halvar looked around, taking in the surroundings of the temple's interior.*"
},
{
"author": "Cornelius Hjalti",
"message": "Cornelius and the other guard remained stoic and silent as Halvar approached. They looked at him, as well as other entering the temple, and said nothing. They were skilled, but not skilled enough to see through the glamour of a well-placed illusion spell. After all, they did not have Arkay's light shining down upon the temple, blasting away any monsters of the night. \n\nHalvar was free to walk past them, and the guards remained at the entrance."
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"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "Within the temple, Halvar was subject to all of the old totems and ancient ways that he could have only dreamed about, when his Stormcloak Generals might have spoken about Shor, Tsun, Orkey, and all the other Nordic Gods that had been abducted into an Imperial, Southern religion. The Temple was a haven for mystics and chanting whisperers, as the arcane energies in the air was *Palpable* For Halvar, especially as a vampire sustained by the powers of undeath. \n\nIt was old magic, gracing the Temple with ethereal, eclectic sorcery that the people of Morthal had come to accept. Their town was always mystical, and attracted wild folk, and their previous Jarl Ingrid the Elder, was definitely a boon to the town's magic practicing populace, even if she herself was not one. When Jarl Ingrid the Younger came to power, she provided even more safety to those who practiced, and now, the Temple was the epicenter of worldly powers. \n\nThe Temple itself had an extension on the back, behind the mural, with two doors on either side of the mural that allowed entry into its recesses. If there were any documents, any evidence of the Temple's dealings and control over the town, it would be there. \n\nOr perhaps, Halvar would see all the power he needed, with a single preacher's demonstration of faith.\n\nHigh Priestess Unirala, standing before a congregation of people, in front of a large mural of Stuhn. Stendarr, in the Imperial Pantheon, but here, he was the God of Ransom. Before him were thousands of prisoners of war, chained and stranded in a desert of blood and metal, screaming up at Stuhn for sanctuary or freedom, only to have the chains of the God wrapped about their throats, waiting for Ransom to Come. \n\nThe old woman, looking at the crowd, began to rise. \n\nHer back unhunched, and her neck lengthened, and she seemed to take on the silhouette of a young, tall woman, rather than a old hag. Her face and wrinkles remained the same, as her old, withered hands reached up to the air, and her eyes, once seemingly blind from Halvar's observations, were a vibrant, nearly glowing silver in the light of the flames and sunlight entering the temple. \n\nThe Priestess's voice boomed over the congregation, \"Be Welcome, Children of Kyne. Be Welcome, Children of Shor. Be Welcome, Children of the World.\" She allowed her eyes to travel, her gaze consuming those in her audience, from Nords to the few Imperials, fewer Redguards, and even fewer Bretons, and finally, Mer. Her gaze upon them was subtle, and witheld all judgement. They were in her Temple, and seemed to be apart of her congregation, however heretical that may be to the old Nordic Faith. \n\nShe looked out to the crowd, and then, her eyes *Locked* Onto Halvar. Her lips pursed into a button, before spreading into a broad grin as she preached, \"May the Gods look down upon us all, and allow us the chance for Valor. For Glory. May we all pray, in order to reach the blessed lands of Shor's Hall. May we all pray, to seek the battlements and merriment of Sovngarde.\"\n\nAs she said this, a wave of energy fluttered over the crowd. The chanting mystics along the walls of the temple had casted a spell via their hymns, glistening the individuals within their presence. \n\nHalvar, if he was keen of eye and mind, would notice the effects of a Courage Spell, but with far more subtleties, far more care and precision. It was not overt control, but instead, a mixture of calm and courage, to make someone's body and mind calm, while their heart and soul raged with the bravery of a Nordic War Hero. \n\n\"Feel the blessings of the Gods, feel the might of their glory, pray for their guidance in times of hardship, and know that all deeds done well, must be in their name. We are the sons and daughters of the Gods, and we must prove ourselves, if we wish to make them proud. Bow thine heads, and pray, for strength, passion, and victory.\"\n\nThe woman bowed her head slightly, but her eyes did not close. Those in the congregation seemed excited, yet calm, and clasped their hands as they bowed their heads, praying to the Gods of the Temple. \n\nMeanwhile, Unirala watched Halvar, her smile remaining, and her eyes wholly focused. \n\nUntil, they weren't.\n\nThey passed over him, finally, and closed, her arms coming together as she clasped her hands."
},
{
"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Upon first witnessing the array of totems and murals displayed to honor the Old Nord gods, Halvar had to mentally fight back and hold down the wave of memories that threatened to flood his mind and break his concentration on his arcane disguise. They were memories of better days, and somewhat better times, but he chided himself to stay focused on the task at hand. Still, the mixture of the clearly strong magics that were emanating through this hall, combined with his own nostalgia from his family having been worshippers of many of these very same gods, was almost enough to make the vampire dizzy. Still, he held firm and kept his mental and physical focus.* \n\n*Upon looking around at the scene of the temple further, he realized he had stepped in just in time to witness the worship congregation, and any feeling of respect for the temple or nostalgia were turned to disgust as he saw what were clearly outsiders to the Nordic people freely mingling and bringing in their foreign influences to what should be a faith sacred for the Nords. He didn't allow himself to get overly worked up about it, as he reminded himself that he was now devoted to one of the true gods, and the traditional Nordic gods were no different than the sleeping Divines. Still, it was disheartening to see yet another facet of traditional Nord culture bastardized and molested by the damnable Empire.*\n\n*Halvar allowed that spike of anger to disillusion himself away from the temple's displays, and refocus on the objective at hand. Behind the impressive mural dedicated to Stuhn were two doors that presumably led into the restricted backstage of the temple. Halvar smiled, as his target now seemed only a few short steps away. That was, until he was stopped by the sudden feeling of the magics in the temple suddenly swirling around the epicenter that was the same woman he saw scanning the waters earlier. He could almost taste the magic weaves she was harnessing around herself to bestow upon herself supernatural beauty as her words sent forth these waves of her magics into the flock of sheep that admired her. Halvar, being conscious to these magical weaves, only allowed a small part of them to enter his mind, just to get a taste of what she was casting upon her followers without succumbing to it.* \n\n*So, she was an illusionist, just like himself. Except, she was likely not only more skilled in illusion, but magic arts in general given how advanced in years this woman looked to be. Halvar was just about to remind himself to just be extremely cautious around her and move on to his objective, before her silver eyes fell upon his. Halvar felt a shiver crawl up his spine, as her silvery gaze was now locked upon his own, and the two figures looked each other over for what felt like an hour as she continued her sermon.*\n\n*Halvar's stomach twisted, and he almost broke his disguise before refocusing. Had his mission in Morthal already been compromised? This lady seemed to be a flawless master in the field of illusion, and she seemed to be in some sort of... Ascended state at that. It really would be no surprise if she saw right past his illusion like a sheet of parchment against a raging storm. Halvar chose to maintain his composure, doing his best to blend in with the crowd around him. He bowed his head in a mimic of prayer after a moment, as he shifted around to do his best to get out of her immediate line of sight.* \n\n*In fact, Halvar did find himself quietly mumbling a prayer, but it wasn't to Stuhn or Kyne or any of the sleeping gods.* \n\n*\"Father of Coldhabor, I beseech you. This monument defies you, and opposes your glory. Look at the weak, null gods they revere. Look at the foul light that they harness and strive for. Look at how this house is protected by those who would slaughter your children. I ask you to guide me, and let your vengeful son be the hand of ruination upon this temple, and the agent of defilement.\" It was a very quiet prayer, the words indecipherable to all but those would would be right next to him and keenly listening in on his voice.*"
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"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "The woman remained silent, bowing her head passively. \n\nAs for Halvar's whispered prayer, she made no comment... But, it would seem, that her powers over the congregation, despite Halvar's already prior resistance, was even more nullified against his mind. The Gods provided power to their worshippers, and even the Daedra, with limited influence over Mundus, had their ways of providing sanctuary to their disciples. \n\nThough, of course, the peace he would feel, at the powers of the Mystic being shunned, would quickly turn to visions of domination. Visions of control and annihilation of their little, inferior temple. The visions quieted as quickly as they came, to remind Halvar of all the promises Molag Bal could provide. \n\nThus, when the moment of silence ended, Unirala looked up, as did her congregation, and she smiled. \"Blessed be the day when Sovngarde's doors open, children. The War at the End of the World shall not be our last, should we remain strong, and righteous in our path.\" \n\nThe elderly woman nodded to the audience, and the magicks of the hymn-speakers along the sides of the temple ceased. The Priestess stepped away from the mural, and allowed the people to remain, as another preacher got onto the stage. A younger man, with nicer robes and garments, and a burly beard. Through the whiskers around his lips, he began to utter sermons, while Unirala turned her head to the crowd, before her eyes flicked to Halvar. \n\nThe corner of her lip upturned a little, into a grin, as she turned, and wandered into the back of the temple.\n\nIf Halvar chose to move, he would notice that not a single person would notice him. At first, it was reasonable. He was a stranger, he was not being loud or rambunctious, but as he watched the younger preacher, who looked each of his congregates in the eye, when it became Halvar's turn, the man...*Did not see him*.\n\nIf he moved, or shuffled about, none would hear him. \n\nAnd in the back of the temple, the High Priestess waited. \n\nWould Halvar understand the invitation? The Demand? The *Command*? \n\nHe could either delve deeper into the rabbit hole, or simply leave.\n\nNone would choose for him."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*For Halvar, the choice was already made the moment he called upon his lord to guide him, the moment that the priestess locked eyes with him, and even the very moment that he stepped through the entrance into the table to begin with. There was a brief moment of anxiety stirring within Halvar, but that was quickly snuffed out. If he left now, not only did he come here for nothing, but he potentially allowed himself to be exposed to someone with enough influence and pull to see him forced out of town or more likely marked and hunted down by the Dawnguard. He's already too deep in the rabbit hole to climb out the same way he went in, and so the only way is down and through.* \n\n*Halvar stood up, silently as a whisper, and moved through the temple like a ghost. There was only one place to really go, the place where she was now most definitely waiting for him. Halvar paused again just before the tall door. This woman was to be respected as a mage, and with her possible affiliation with the Dawnguard, anything could be waiting for him on the other side of this very door. She could simply be wanting to confront him directly and personally, or she has a trap laid out for either his capture or demise. Whatever the case, he couldn't back out now. The Nord steeled himself, and gingerly opened the door to the back of the temple, before closing it behind him.* \n\n*\"You called for me, priestess? I couldn't help but notice you had eyes on me the entire time.\" The Nord would call out, observing the entrance portion of the back of the temple.*"
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"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "The back of the temple, a hidey-hole where few light was allowed entry, was a macabre place of esoteric, ancient power. Halvar could feel it. The blessing of his God would bristle at it. It was not evil. It was simply power. \n\nCombined and collected via the Mystic, and her Disciples. \n\nHigh Priestess Unilara sat in the center of the room, which was formed from a rectangular architecture to a circular room, with a lowered dais sunken into the floor, and around the dais, men and women sat. \n\nEyeless men and women. \n\nThey looked forward dutifully, with utter and complete silence. \n\nTheir eyes were not covered, as if behind these walls, there was no place for them to be ashamed. Their bodies were granted ribbons and sashes to cover themselves, but their bare skin was left available to the elements, to torment as nature pleased. \n\nOr bless, as the Gods pleased.\n\nAnd immediately, if Halvar was well versed, these were a reminiscence on an ancient way, where the Clevermen of old had sometimes been capable of becoming Seers. Six of them sat in this one room, seemingly forcefully transformed into such entities of divination and sight, and remained utterly silent. \n\nMeanwhile, Unilara looked at Halvar. \n\nHer voice, where once it was a booming, hoarse, but rich sound, was now far more sultry. Far more cool and slippery, as if every word sought to slather the man in its corruption. \n\n\"I did.\"\n\nThe room, where one might imagine documents and scrolls and tomes of religious texts and connections, there were only the Seers. \n\nThe woman raised her chin and smiled, as she disrobed her outer most layers, to let her baggy brown robes underneath to show, while the grey shawls fell away onto the floor.\n\nUnilara gestured to the floor in front of her, onto the rug that sat atop a stone flooring. It was obviously uncomfortable, and yet, there she sat. Content to watch him. \n\n\"***Be seated. Entertain an old woman.***\"\n\nHer voice suddenly became shrill, rich, thunderous, echoic, resounding, *Commanding*. It was laced with enchantment and illusion, reverberating through the room and assaulting Halvar. She stared at him. Would he be able to resist this, rather subtle, but lesser, version of illusory manipulation? Would he simply choose to sit down and chat, or, would he be *Compelled*, by a force stronger than his own powers, but not particularly aiming to be stronger than his own mind? \n\nHis senses? Of course. Those were things the woman directly attacked. \n\nWould he be capable of resisting his own body? Would his willpower allow him to choose, or would he simply strut forward, take a seat, and become loose of lip?\n\nMeanwhile, the Seers remained silent, facing forward, seemingly unaware of what was happening in the room. Perhaps they were also deaf?"
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*The vampire spent a long moment looking over the chamber. Surely, this congregation floor of priestly men and women wasn't all there was to see in this this temple. There must be another door or hatch to another section of the establishment, especially in a building that seemed as impressive on the outside as this one. It would irk the vampire if there were only two chambers in this entire layout, and neither of them were purposed for anything other than a worship grounds. There must be somewhere they sleep, eat, and store private assortments, Halvar thought as he inwardly growled, especially as the so-called \"Holy\" Magics lapped onto his form.* \n\n*As the transfigured elderly mistress called to him, Halvar's attention was brought back to the center of his target. He noticed her demeanor and the manner of her words, and frowned. Well, he knew he was walking into a mousetrap from the moment she caught eye of him and sauntered into the back chamber. Lord of Domination guard him, as the only thing to do now was to play along with her game, and see what tricks she had at her sleeve. The vampire strutted forward, suppressing all urges to turn this encounter into a bloody one, at least for now.* \n\n*The vampire let himself be seated in front of the old priestess as she directed, his face cold and stern, and still disguised despite the high likelihood that she already saw through him. Halvar was still playing on the very slim chance that this was all a bit of a misunderstanding on his part, that she was simply welcoming him as a newcomer to the temple, and he was just being too paranoid for his own good. Thus, he wasn't going to reveal anything that she did not already figure out for herself.* \n\n*\"Well, I'm here, and I'm seated. It's nice to come face to face with the head mistress of this hallowed hall. You may call me Klimmeck. Now, for what reason do you call me, anointed lady?\"*"
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"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "Unirala stared at Halvar, watched as he made the crossing, and took a seat across from her. He did it of his own volition. A smirk formed on her wrinkled features, as she took a deep breath through her nostrils, and let it out a second or two later. She had become slow, and as she looked at him, a frown cracked across her wrinkled features. \n\n\"Foreign, but native. Eastern. Looks upon the crowd with distaste. The cattle outside these doors, they beg for blessing, and things like us remain.\"\n\nUnirala offered a more comfortable expression. One of warmth, as her own disguise fell away. \n\nFirst, the yellowed eyes. \n\nThey were as fiery as the sun itself, burning with the passion of a thousand years' conquest, and her fangs nearly jutted out of her lips. Her face was the picture of *Hunger*, *Dissatisfaction*, as if she had refused to feed for a long, *Long* Time. \n\nUnirala looked directly into *Klimmeck*'s eyes, and said, \"The Gods bring a kindred soul to my domain. To my holy temple. Your disguise is subtle, but I can hear your lack of a beating heart.\"\n\nUntil now, every single sense within Halvar's person would have screamed that she was human. A simple human, nordic woman. With a beating heart, flowing veins, aging skin, dying cells. \n\nBut now? \n\nThe Ancient Vampire stared at Halvar with a soft grin. \n\nThere was no soul in her features, no beating heart, no pump of rushing blood. \n\n\"Another predator, here to prey on my congregation? Or, one who seeks the warmth of my Gods' blessings? Of our forefathers' blessings?\" She stared at Klimmeck, and said, \"You want something, Klimmeck. Ask, and yee shall receive.\"\n\nAs Halvar examined the room, the sunken dais in the floor, as he sat on it, was thick. \n\nBut hallow. \n\nUnirala stared at the fellow vampire, eyes boring into his entire being. Despite her being an vampire, her features remained old. Not simply hungry, but most clearly *Old*. This woman had been turned when she was on her deathbed, it looked like."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Halvar allowed just a hint of his own shock to wade over his face, as he allowed his own disguise to fall, both as a result of breaking his concentration on the spell, as well as realizing he would no longer need it. His face turned back into a ghostly pale, his eyes shifted from their blue to their own vampiric yellow much like hers, and his hair turned the shade of a starless night. One pair of vampire eyes stared deeply into another, and vice versa. Then, once Halvar's look of surprise faded, a wide grin spread over his face, \"Well, is this not a boon from the Lord, hm? Very well, let me start again and give you a proper introduction. My name is Halvar. Klimmeck the traveling sellsword is just the alias I'm running under right now.\"*\n\n*\"My mortal life ended 20 years ago, thereabout, at the siege of Windhelm. I died fighting for my people, for what I believed was true and right at the time. I was cut down in the streets, and only through an intervention of dark powers do I still walk Mundus. Since that rueful day of my death and rebirth, many of my beliefs have changed, but my vision has not.\"* \n\n*The younger Nord vampire would bring his hands together, his smile staying, \"Now, you're completely right, I do want something. Something vital for my long-term plans.\" Halvar chuckled, \"You play a risky game, sister, letting the hunters get so close to you. I could never be that brave. In fact, it's those very same hunters that were stationed outside the temple that brought my interest here. I intruded upon your temple to get intelligence on the Dawnguard. I want to know what they're doing in this place of all places in town, what their plans are here in Morthal, and why they're currently involved in the affairs of a backwater town and to what degree.\"* \n\n*\"See, I highly doubt that an order of keen vampire hunters would station men in any place just to protect an old lady and her flock of worshippers. The local guard or some run-of-the-mill hirelings would easily suffice for that. No, if the hunters are here, it's for a reason. They have objectives in mind. I want to know, need to know, what those are.\"*"
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"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "The woman stared at Halvar for a moment, just allowing him to speak, to express his elation and excitement at meeting a fellow vampire who hides in plain sight. Unirala watched, remaining silent, and smiled softly as he ended with what he wanted to know. \n\n\"They are here because I asked them to be here.\"\n\nShe understood what such a shock might be, and thus, she continued. \n\n\"Beneath us, lies the Hall of the Dead. There was a graveyard, on the other side of town, but when the faith of the Old Ways made its way to us, a resurgence was allowed to flourish, and I was permitted the opportunity to spread my wisdom, and have them erect a temple, in my Gods' name.\"\n\nImmediately, he would *Know* That his Dark Lord was unwelcomed. How could he be? The forces within the temple that had outright defied him were palpable the moment he walked in, and only continued within this chamber. \n\n\"They are here to ease the concerns of the people. You were killed during the war. I sympathize. When dead are risen among corpses, corpses of their brethren, it is a shock. It is a horror. They become enraged for centuries, before everything becomes so... Obvious.\"\n\nThe woman's wrinkled lips cracked into a neutral expression. \"As for, *The Lord*, you speak of...\" A long pause. She stared at him, with those fiery eyes, and eventually, closed them. \"Hm. Through the intervention of dark powers, you still walk Mundus.\" She opened her eyes, her head tilting a tad. \"You met him. This I know, because when I transformed, so did I. I am a Daughter of Coldharbor, and your admiration, your belief in him,\" A smile etched itself into her lips. \"Either you were not molested by him, or you *Enjoyed* His jagged touch.\"\n\nUnirala's frown soon followed, as she continued, \"I have lived a long time, Child of Bal. All over the realm. I remember when the Southern Faith invaded our people's minds, and infested them. I remember my first flock, and how we had to kill to survive. I remember when the first Shadow Generation was born, to hide from the Believers of the South. I remember cowering in the darkness, waiting for the time when the Age of The Slave Queen would die, and when the rise of the Old would return.\"\n\nUnirala sighed through her nostrils, and chuckled a little. \"The time has come. And thus, here I am, planting the seeds, tending the trees. The Dawnguard, once savant vampire hunters, are now, no more than protectors and paladins. Cleric-Soldiers, really. Did you see the little men outside? Farm boys, really. They were born when the Volkihar Clan was erased from this land. And now? They hunt a vampire once a year, if that.\"\n\n\"The Vampires of the North, have become as the Vampires in the South. Relegated to the boundaries of city walls, and the fancy tricks of illusion magicks.\"\n\nUnirala sighed, frowning, as she watched Halvar. \"So, Halvar, Truth of Klimmeck, you seek information on the Dawnguard. You have uncovered that they are simply protectors to a Hall of the Dead. They rarely even come inside for our sermons, as they believe in Arkay, rather than fear Orkey.\"\n\nThe ancient mystic turned her head, and whisked her hand. \n\nIn between them, two cups appeared. Each one filled with blood. \n\nUpon a single whiff, Halvar would understand it to be Elk's blood. \n\nUnirala picked up the cup, sipped from it, and seemed to not mind the horrible taste. The horribly lackluster taste. The taste that refused to satiate the mind and bowels. And yet, there she was, drinking from it, and setting it down, gently wiping her lips as she looked at him. \n\n\"Do you have further questions?\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*The younger vampire found himself to be enraptured into the tale that the old woman weaved for him, speaking of the times long before his own time, which gave credence to just how ancient this vampiress was. Her voice was calm with a soothing tone, as she explained herself and the purpose of her bringing the Dawnguard into the town. Once she finished, two cups filled with elk essence appeared upon the table, with the old woman taking one for herself, and the other was assumed to be for him.*\n\n*Halvar stared at the cup for a moment, before reaching into his long, bulky coat, and pulling out a water skein from his person. Opening the leather strap that closed the container, the Nord grasped his cup, and began to slowly pour the sanguine contents of the mug into his skein. He was very careful, not wanting to let a drop go to waste. As his slow pour went on, he finally responded.* \n\n*\"I see. So long as I have your word that the Dawnguard of Morthal are not hunters of the night as those who came before them were, but merely guardians of the crypt, and I have your word that they have no plans to involve themselves with the affairs of the hold, then both they and the hall of the dead shall not be molested by me here in Morthal.\"*\n\n*\"However, I think you deserve to know, that as a vampire I still consider the organization of the Dawnguard to be my enemy. If I am to achieve my ambitions, the Dawn must fall into dusk, as it were. I have big plans for Skyrim and her people, and I cannot advance those plans without the assurance that they won't be sniffed out by some pesky vampire hunters.* \n\n*\"They may be dormant now, but so is a giant while it sleeps. I need to kill that giant before it stirs to wake. I am telling you this, so that when in the future you find the Dawnguard can no longer be leaned upon, you will have seen it coming, made proper preparations for it, and know that it's nothing personal against you or your temple. I am simply doing what I must, as every other vampire does.\"*\n\n*The slow pour of the red into the skein went on at a slow pace, as he continued, \"Though, I do have one more question for you. I can understand using the name of the Aedra to get the mortals flocking towards you for your own purposes. The mortals who like to believe in their own virtue love using the names of the Aedra. But, you're no self-righteous mortal, you're an ancient vampire whose knowledge might even be beyond many other long-lived vampires.\"*\n\n*\"Even I know, however, that the Aedra are sleeping gods. They sacrificed their beings and their consciousness to create this world as it is. They cannot hear the cries and prayers of their admirers, neither as they can see the turmoil that the mortal world endures every single day. I know this both from my studies into the history of Nirn, and before then, personal experience. As I told you before, I fought for Talos as a boy, so I learned this lesson the hard way. I'm curious how a vampire comes to revere any god but the same one that gave them the gift of eternal unlife, let alone the Aedra.\"*"
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"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "Unirala said nothing. She only allowed him to speak, watching from her seated position with nary a strand of hair moving from her statuesque form. The young vampire spoke, and the ancient listened. \n\nWhen he finished, and asked his question, a question of faith, Unirala only stared at him. \n\n\"Hm. When you are given this gift against your will, your elderly body ravaged by a demon who claims to be a god, and your hand ripped out of your scalp as he *Blessed you*, return to me about your question of why I serve the Gods who created me, rather than the one who abused and raped me.\"\n\nUnirala smiled softly. \n\nA sweet, cruel smile.\n\nShe continued, \"As for the Sleeping Gods, you worshipped Talos. You worshipped him after the Great War, and the White-Gold Concordant. You were a fool, like all the others. Could you not see his blessings were not for you? His blessings were for the select few he deemed worthy. Because, he is mortal. He is not omniscient, and he never was. He ascended, but a mortal mind, even when made immortal, cannot perceive all of its followers, and all of its enemies.\"\n\n\"I put my faith in my pantheon because when I pray, I am satiated. I can drink the drained blood of goats and elk, and feel satisfied, even if your dark god's curse causes me to look so... Withered, ancient. Typically, the Gods would want me dead, as Vampires are an abomination unto this world. And yet, when I pray, I receive their blessings. I hear their guidance. I trust in their truths, for they impact my life, just as much as your god does.\"\n\n\"Now, toward your disposition toward the Dawnguard,\" She let out a raspy laugh. \"What a youthful notion, child. I do not condone your path, thus far as you have uttered it, but I will tell you this, from one ancient to a fledgling; if there are those in the world that would have you killed, surround yourself with them. Make them your ally, and not the other way around. Make them dependent on you, for power resides in the shadows. If you want to make some real change, you would remove a perfectly good pawn from the table by eliminating any singular organization, let alone any singular person. To things like us, every creature in Mundus can become a pawn. Even Daedra. Even the Princes. Means to an end. To remove any of them before they have the time to prove themselves to you,\"\n\nShe whisked her hand dismissively. \"Hasty.\" She said in a disapproving tone. \n\nUnirala looked at him, before she smiled a little. \"But, my young kin, perhaps I will help you.\" The woman sighed through her nostrils as her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes closed a tad. She sucked in some air, a thing the two of them did not require, and let it out pensively.\n\nShe nodded, opened her eyes, and chuckled. \"An epiphany! A revelation. A test, it would seem.\"\n\nUnirala nodded to herself, and said, \"I will teach you how to disguise yourself better. To make it cost less of your own willpower. To make it seamless. To make your heart pump, your blood flow, and your fingers have the feeling of warmth to another's touch. I will teach you this, and ask nothing in return. It is my gift to you.\"\n\n\"But, before I do, I will tell you my motive for this. I would like to teach you my secrets, to observe what it does to you. What will become of your soul, when you can feel your own blood pump again, the beat of your own heart, and the warmth of your skin against the coziness of a blanket? I grant you my insight, so that I may see what becomes of you, when ultimately, you fail your Lord of Domination.\"\n\nUnirala smiled. \n\n\"Do you accept my wisdom, given the motives? No strings attached.\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*There was a moment of tension that hung in the air of the hall, as the elder vampire now stared and glared down at Halvar. The younger vampire could discern that the lady squeezing out some of what little good blood she seemed to have left was leaving her with a hunger intense. He could tell she was certainly holding herself back well, but the male vampire easily noticed how her demeanor had changed underneath the exterior of the wizened old woman into the hungering vampire underneath.* \n\n*With a sudden sense of urgency and expectation, Halvar did not allow himself to think about the blood offering given to him, or any of its qualities. He now just wished to absorb whatever knowledge she had in her veins for him, and then hopefully begone from this place before her hunger becomes just a little too much for her to resist the looming temptation to overpower and devour him to make up for the blood loss. Picking up the cup, he would take in a breath, and allow the bitter ichor to pour into his stomach.*"
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"author": "Blood of Unirala",
"message": "As the blood went past his lips, and touched his tongue, his fangs, it immediately caused a wave of sensation to pulsate throughout his body. Sensations of fire in the sun, of the scalp being burned as the cloak was too thin too keep out those vile rays of light. Shoulders that burned and sizzled, while pilgrims walked with the burning sensation. \n\nDark days flooded past Halvar's imagination, visions and sounds of screaming and violence. Visions of his Lord, towering over him. Those visions passed to seeing something... Different. \n\nImaginings of something beautiful. Visions of Magic. Not in any scholarly form, but from the eyes of a Mystic. The way it curved and the way wavelengths rippled across the air. The way the mind became the center of magic, while the soul maintained stability. The powers of mysticism became clairvoyant to him, as though he could see the strands of power that tied all magic together, and flowed from mortal to mortal down from Aetherius, and the way it could inform the identity of those who wielded it, and that which it touched. \n\nHe could see the sentience of the world, of the seas, of the land, of its trees and greens, of its fauna and fungi. The beating of life, the way it breathed that which it required for its own survival into the atmosphere, in eternal cycles that upheld the stasis and balance of nature. He could see it all... But the blood did not guide him to the workings of these things. \n\nInstead, the blood diverted his attention from raw mysticism, down to the mind itself. It worked inward, showing him visions of the brain, of how mortals thought. It whispered and simmered against his own mind, as the blood entering his system became more and more irrelevant. The smell had been horrible, but taste? What taste? Who could *Taste* In the midst of all this?\n\nAs he was given insight into the mind, he was permitted the schematics to breaking it. To controlling it. The schematics that, if done incorrectly, could completely rupture and ignite one's own mind. A backfire done due to too powerful, too complicated of a spell. He could see how to change the perceptions of those around him, how to make them believe he was a living, breathing mortal. He could see how to enchant them, to make them see him as more attractive, charming, and seductive. \n\nHis knowledge was granting him strength, as he could feel his awareness of others' minds strengthen. As though he could feel their intentions. \n\nAs he did, he could feel the ebbs and flow of those around him. The patronage of those outside this room, the community outside, and the hunger, desperation, and violence happening within the room he now sat in. \n\nThough, it was a fleeting feeling. His powers of perception was dwindling, back to normal, but he could still retain the knowledge he had gained. The stasis of this city, and how neatly organized it was, despite its rather chaotic litany of mystic practitioners and salesmen of talismans and magical trinkets. Though, he would also recognize those whose minds were fortresses. Like the Ancient Vampire across from him. To attempt to ensnare the mind of one who was more skilled than him left him open to a trap. A trap that would pull him forward, and allow a direct confrontation of thought to occur. There were others in the city skilled in this craft, in changing the perception and mindscapes of others. Dangerous people, to Halvar. Ones that needed to be *Convinced* Another way.\n\nThankfully, Halvar would also know how much Illusion was looked down upon. There were not many practitioners, and the ones who did practice it were little more than conjurers of cheap tricks and sleight of hand. Though, the Masters? Who would even know they existed? \n\nHalvar had been granted knowledge, but not experience. He would have to train his abilities, but he would be able to know the precise mechanisms to his own illusory spells now. Casting what he knew now would be as simple as breathing, to an extent. Everything else would come naturally, as though he were meant to learn it. To nurture it.\n\nThe vision faded, and the taste came. That vile after taste of ash and grime. Of bile and sweat. Of rotten blood. \n\nThe last of it slipped past his tongue and into his body as the aftertaste made itself known."
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"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "She sat there, watching him, eyes wide and sunken, with her lips withered and cracked, fangs exposed and prepared to pounce. But, she sat, as if she were in a religious trance, just staring forward without looking at him. \n\nAs she opened her mouth to speak, a hoarse voice exited, and a black tongue slithered against her fangs, \"Gods be with you, Halvar Skyggun. Gods be with you.\""
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*During the entire episode of the trance that Unirala's blood had bestowed onto him, the former Stormcloak would find himself brought to a deathly stillness as the visions came unto his mind's eye and overtook his physical vision. Not even a breath could be heard from him, as his mind and soul were enraptured to another world of specters and premonition, and of wisdoms revealed to his mind. In the real world of things, Halvar's trance might have only been a moment or a few, or longer than that, but to Halvar there was no perception of time. One second felt like a minute, and one minute felt like an hour, or vice versa, but Halvar perceived nothing but the clever skill Unirala was unvieling to him.* \n\n*Halvar would only be brought back to reality when the sharp and foul taste of the blood finally stung his mouth, bringing him to the here and now as he doubled over to cough and wretch, suppressing a verbal comment to further underscore his disgust lest he offend the old kindly ancient. A small part of Halvar was glad that the foul blood was eventually able to bring him back to the fore, for he was beginning to fear if he was locked into some kind of hallucination loop as part of a trap.* \n\n*Halvar looked back up to see the old lady giving him her departing words, but the only thing Halvar could do in return was nod and bow before standing once more, and departing from the chamber as quietly as he came in. Likewise, he pulled his cloak and mask back over his head, as he exited the temple of the old gods to look over the distance of the town once more. He did not dwell on what happened back in the temple for long, his mind immediately racing back to his plans.*\n\n*With the issue of the Dawnguard resolved, there was now one more element to this town's occupation to be concered about - what was the Imperial presence in this town? He needed to know how involved the Imperials are in the local affairs, and then, perhaps, he could start looking into some of the issues with the town itself. Never let a crisis go to waste, after all.*"
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"author": "Marcus Ghterus",
"message": "The Imperial Presence within the town was felt. The banners of the Empire were present outside governmental and legislative buildings, as well as a few homes, but the Haafingar Banner was the most prevelant. This town had been one of the first to send soldiers to the warfront during the Civil War, and it showed in their continued allegiance. Under the Empire, the town was not persecuted for its mystical practices, and for that there seemed to be an air of comfort toward the Empire. \n\nThe leading Imperial representative was a man named Marcus Ghterus, an imposing man of six feet and seven inches, decked head to toe in legionnaire armor. He walked through the streets, acting as a secondary guard, and served on the Jarl's court as her connection to Solitude and the Imperial City. \n\nThough, as night began to fall and the sky began awash with orange and reds, the Imperial began to make his way back to the Jarl's Longhouse. As he walked through the streets, he seemed well liked by the businesses and market stalls, but there was certainly an element of distaste in some of the citizens' faces as he went by. Perhaps a general disapproval of authority, or perhaps he was quick to crack down on suspected illegal practices? \n\nWhatever the case, Halvar could choose to follow him, or return to the tavern he had last seen the Dunmer. If she had managed to find anything, let alone survive out in those swamps, she would likely be back by now."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Halvar had already long forgotten about the Dunmer girl that decided to make herself an uninvited guest to his business, now naturally having his sights locked on the Imperial government official that was strolling about town in full regalia of the Legion no less. The moment the vampire caught eye of the large Imperial from a distance, recognizing that armor, Halvar had to suppress every urge in his bones to lunge out and shred that damn dog to pieces. No, that would not do, at least not this night.* \n\n*For now, was not the time to be a warrior, but a vampire. With the evening sky settling in, Halvar felt more at ease to lower his mask but not his hood. Remembering the lesson taught to him by Unirala, Halvar channeled a facsimile of human warmth within himself to allow a small amount of color to tinge his exposed face and reduce the yellowness of his eyes. Then, taking a breath, he proceeded. Silently, quickly, like a shadow creeping through the walls, he gained ground behind the official and examined his routine for the closing day. His black soul languished when he witnessed a denizen of Morthal having to grovel and explain themselves to the Imperial for whatever reason, and he delighted when he caught glimpses of one's resentment for that same official. Yes, he made sure to remember the faces that were crossed with irritation or anger when addressing the Imperial.* \n\n*Blending in with whatever was around him, Halvar would keep a healthy distance from the Imperial to make sure that neither he nor anyone around him would suspect he was being followed. After all, he wasn't that hard to miss regardless.* \n\n*When Marcus neared the Jarl's Longhouse, Halvar wondered if a simple disguise was enough to gain entry, or if the Jarl's hall was a place of restricted access.*"
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"author": "Marcus Ghterus",
"message": "As the Imperial walked past the threshold of the Longhouse, he nodded to the guard stationed out front, as he bid the man a good night, gaining one back, before stepping past the threshold and closing the double door threshold behind him."
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"author": "Tjormir, Guard of Morthal",
"message": "A familiar guard's face would be stationed outside the Longhouse, dutifully watching the people in the town as they walked by and nodding to friends of his as they went to the taverns or home from a long day of work. \n\nThe Longhouse seemed open to the public, but only for a time. As the sun went down over the horizon, the guards were preparing to seal the doors of the Longhouse and forbid any further entry. As for whether or not Halvar could make it inside, an unfamiliar face enterring a Jarl's Longhouse would invite speculation and suspicion, prompting a quick inquiry into who he was and what he wanted inside the Longhouse."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*The vampire frowned slightly, the guardsman not quite buying his little charade. Well, it should have been obvious he wouldn't. Men of the guard need to always be vigilant, and with the Empire, there's always some damn list or other piece of paper that they want to see. Halvar had little time for this, and he couldn't afford to get caught in his little lie by the Captain. He sighed, not wanting to have to do this due to the strain it can put on his willpower, and how risky this would be if it didn't work, but figuring he would have had to do this anyway.* \n\n*Just as Halsten would motion over to open the door, the vampire would silently and swiftly close the distance between the two from behind him. The vampire prayed under his voice to his dark lord that this guard was a simple weak-minded fool, and would easily cave in to his will. Then, Halvar planted a cold finger to the back of the guard's head, right where his spinal cord connected with his skull, and then flooded that point of his central nervous system with his energies, in order to almost hijack and infiltrate his very mind. If successful, this would make him freeze in place in a cold shiver.* \n\n*\"Listen.\" Halvar whispered firmly, \"I have been approved for my position in the guard. Do not waste the Captain's time with this issue. I wish to begin my routes now, so get me to the armory and get me my good uniform.\" In the real world, they were but whispers, but in the mind of the guardsman, he might hear them loud and clear as stern commands from a no-nonsense superior that Halsten definitely did not want to piss off tonight.*"
},
{
"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "As the vampire rushed forward and pressed a finger to the back of Halsten's neck, the man's head snapped toward Halvar, his sword was nearly drawn, but he stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at Halvar as his eyes glazed over and listened, unable to move. The voice was corroding the defenses of his mind, what little there were, and the man was comatose as the command was issued. \n\nWhen it ended, the guardsman stood up straight, nodded, and turned. He opened the door to the barracks, and stepped inside. Allowing Halvar to follow."
},
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"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "\"Ronnel! What do you think you're doing?\" The grizzled, giant of a man stared daggers from across the room at Halsten. His eyes were submerged in a litany of wrinkles and battle scars, as facial hair made up for the partial recession of his hairline, while his hair was cut short by rugged slashes by a blade of some sort, rather than being tidied by an actual barber. \n\nThe Captain rose, his brawlic figure stepping forward as he looked down on Halsten, and then looked toward the teenager with him. \"And who's this?\" \n\nThere were at least six other guards gathered near the fire, where the Captain had come from, all looking with slight grins on their face as they watched to see what would happen."
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"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "\"New recruit, Captain. Here for his uniform to start the first shift.\""
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"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "The man looked down to Halvar, then back to Halsten. \"Get back to your post. Immediately.\""
},
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"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "\"But sir, I have immediate orders,\""
},
{
"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "\"Are you disobeying me, Ronnel?\" He loomed over Halsten."
},
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"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "Meanwhile, the trance of the vampire's spell boiled his mind into the orders given by the Bal-spawn, staring up and glassy-eyed, all the while seemingly determined to meet the Vampire's orders and desires, despite the Captain towering over him. It seemed the man was willing to fight for Halvar."
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"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*Halvar wanted to tisk, but maintained the composure of a smalltime recruit who was simply unsure about what was unfolding before him. Inwardly, he was cursing himself. Just his luck that he was stopped in his tracks by the Captain himself the moment he walked in; of course he wouldn't just be in his bed alone or with a lovely wife right now. Still, there was room to work, but he might have to make another bold move so soon.* \n\n*As the two men stood each other down, Halvar suppressed the urge to smile, and instead spoke up in order to break the building tension, \"I'm sorry Captain, I know I'm late and coming on a bit short notice, but please just take a kid's word for it right now. My family's been working with the steward for weeks to land me here, I don't want to go back to them an empty handed reject!\" Halvar tied his words with illusory magics to make his voice sound as youthful and sentimental as possible while still sounding realistic and genuine. The vampire doubted the Captain would buy his case, but he had a faint hope that someone in the crowd of other guardsmen would hear his plea and... Hopefully shake this up a bit.*"
},
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"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "He remained defiant, as no command had been issued his way."
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"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "When the boy spoke up, the Captain's eyebrows furrowed as he instead turned his attention toward the boy. As the boy provided his reasoning, his frown did not move a millimeter. Halvar was right to doubt whether the Captain would agree with the plea. His family had been working with the steward for weeks, and yet, no mention of the family name? No mention of this even from the Steward? And, what made this boy so special that he could even garner an audience with the Steward, and not simply come to the post and seek out the Captain for a position?\n\n\"A kid's word for it? Lad, if I took a kid's word every time it was given, I would died a couple times over.\""
},
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"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "\"He is a recruit that must be put into uniform!\" Halsten said defiantly again."
},
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"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "The Captain looked back toward Halsten. \"Go back to your post, Ronnel.\"\n\nHe could feel the others' eyes on the trio, utterly shocked. Ronnel had defied orders twice! Jgarlof, on the other hand, looked at Ronnel, and seemed a tad confused. The man had never defied an order before. And certainly not twice. He was a good man, aside from being a tad too delighted in hazing newbies. \n\nWhich made this defiance for this recruit all the more strange. \n\nThe Captain turned his head toward Halvar. \"Tell me your name, and if I've remembered it, you get your uniform. Otherwise, you'll be going back home an empty-handed reject.\"\n\nThe man had a sharpness to him, as he was completely sober in a room with a the smell of some, but not too much, mead. His eyes were focused and alert, as if any detail would not be missed by him. His uniform was a Hjaalmarch green with some added plated silver, making his large frame that much larger."
},
{
"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "Meanwhile, Halsten's temporary master was being challenged. Halvar would be able to see Halsten's fingers creeping toward his sword. It would not take long before Jgarlof saw it too."
},
{
"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*The young boy looking vampire raised one of his hands to his heart as if to salute, \"Alright Captain, my name is Klimmeck, of house Banner-Mare. You might have heard of them, they move a lot of mead and bread around Skyrim, supplying cozy taverns and such.\" Little did anyone likely notice, Halvar's motion was actually laced with a quiet and subtle charm spell pinpointed at the guard Captain, hopefully opening up his mind just a little. From there, a bit of word play was used on Halvar's part, 'Banner-Mare' sounds much like the very popular tavern of the Bannered Mare in Whiterun, which Halvar is almost certain that the Captain has fond memories of.* \n\n*Halvar was now going to play on those memories, with his laced words bringing up images in Jgarlof's mind, of warm fires and homely stone and wood, far more comfortable, lively, and cheerful than some run down rickety barracks in this dump of a town. Unless his mind was hardened to be like iron, the Captain might find himself swayed with a rush of nostalgia, of visions of delicious mead, meat, bread, and wine arrayed at his table. He might picture himself gleefully singing his worries away around the most inviting of tavern fires, surrounded by buxom women at his side. If only the Captain could cave just a little, he would feel a warm, fuzzy, and familial feeling stirring within him. Any edge and unease he was feeling would melt away into a warm and inviting pool of better days. Once his mind and heart were softened just enough, the name of Klimmeck would worm its way somewhere on Jgarlof's mental list of names remembered.* \n\n*If this didn't work, things might get... Sidetracked a little, Halvar almost grimaced inwardly.*"
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"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "At first, the Captain simply listened. As the boy spoke, Halvar would see the spell begin to take hold. As in, he would see the man's features shift ever so slightly, as if he were beginning to grow receptive. Though, at the mention of Banner-Mare, and the incitement of sweet and warm memories, these heavily clashed with Jgarlof's actual memories. If Halvar had taken a moment to study the man's innermost thoughts, undetected, rather than engage with them unwittingly, he would have known that Jgarlof had been to the Bannered Mare in Whiterun, and had been sweet on a girl there during the war. \n\nThat was before she was captured by a group of Redguards, and dragged back to Hammerfell to answer for her crimes. Since then, as he had no sweet anodyne before traveling to Windhelm to finish the war, he had bitter memories of that place. Of that night.\n\nAnd so, when sweetness and succor invaded his thoughts, it clashed violently with the reality. Instead of inviting aloofness, Halvar had accrued contrast. Contrast that brought deeper thought to an already powerful will. \n\nThe man snapped free from the charm, his eyes becoming alert, as he looked down at the boy. \n\nHad the boy just done that? Was it possible this boy was an illusionist in disguise? A wolf in sheep's clothing? Or was it simply a memory of what could have been, incited by his words. \n\nThough... He had felt himself slipping *Before* The boy had mentioned his name. \n\nThe Captain's scowl grew tense, as he stared at Halvar, and said, \"Get out. I know of no such Banner-Mare from my lists, and you'll return to your parents a failure.\""
},
{
"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "And with that, he gripped his blade, and began to unsheathe."
},
{
"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "In a motion as quick as lightning, his massive, metal-clothed fist collided with the side of Halsten's head."
},
{
"author": "Halsten Ronell",
"message": "The man went down like a sack of potatoes, collapsing to the floor, and sending the barracks into a cacophony of noise and excitement."
},
{
"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "His eyes narrowed. Halsten had struck his officer. Over a boy? Jgarlof looked toward Halvar, prepared to interrogate. Morthal was a place of mystics and illusions, devils and witches. Jgarlof knew magic, and was prepared to crack down on any spell craft used against him and his kind. \n\nHalvar would have to run fast if he did not want to be grabbed and tossed into a chair for interrogation."
},
{
"author": "Halvar Skyggun",
"message": "*\"Cripe...\" Halvar scowled himself, now fully realizing the tables had been turned against him due to the unceremonious union of bad luck and hasty, hopeful decision making. Halvar could tell by the look in the Captain's eyes that he was beginning to see and understand what was going on, and remaining here any longer would be bad for his health to say the least. The jig was up for now, but thankfully the vampire had worked on a getaway plan for occasions just like this one.* \n\n*The edges of Halvar's youthful features faded, revealing signs of age that were hidden before, as he swiftly prepared the spell that he was sure he would have to use many times again in the future. With a flick of his wrist and a whispered string of Daedric words, a small beam of sickly green light manifested in his right hand. Before the Captain could strike him, that beam of light would shoot out and hit the floor of the tavern. Halvar would jerk his head aside as the room was suddenly consumed by a flashbang that would discombobulate anyone caught in the light, followed by a thick cloud of smoke to leave them blinded and disoriented, and that smoke cloud would go on for a minute.* \n\n*That smoke cloud also had a secondary effect. Anyone caught by the smoke would feel the memory of what had happened here slowly fading. It would take about an hour for the full effect to take course, but those with memories not strong or trained would find their encounter with the Vampire becoming more and more hazy.* \n\n*Said Vampire did not even look back after casting his spell, instead opting to make a full sprint for the nearest alleyway that looked unoccupied. It was a good thing Halvar had taken the time to memorize the roads and alleys of this town earlier, for he would now utilize his knowledge of Morthal's layout combined with his natural athleticism to quickly break from the sight of the guards at the barracks.*"
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"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "As the face of the illusionist became known, as signs of age returned, his eyes went wide. \"Mage!\" He reached for his sword, and with a flashbang of a spell, the room went up in smoke and disorientation flooded the space. He was blinded and his head went foggy, but he barked orders to his men, \"Secure the dungeons and armory!\" \n\nHe pushed through the smoke, seeking the door, axe drawn and holding it out to guide his path. Jgarlof was aware of the illusionists' tricks, and as his memories started to fade like a wading into the stream, his eyes widened until he broke through the entrance of the barracks and stumbled out into the fresh air. \n\nHis eyes went wide and seethed with rage, looking side to side, but the man had already run off. \n\nThe commotion from the barracks, from the shouting men and commands of the Captain, as a few more guards had come rushing toward the scene."
},
{
"author": "Tjormir, Guard of Morthal",
"message": "\"Captain! What happened?!\" The Nord stood, sword and shield drawn, prepared to fight."
},
{
"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "\"Illusionist!\" He put a hand to his head, as he tried to remember the man's face, and it was already gone. But, the way it had transformed from youth into age... It was so sickly, and yet, he could feel the details of even that fading away. \"He, he was a boy, had disguised himself! Be on alert!\" He shook his head, trying to dismiss the spell work, but time was racing."
},
{
"author": "Tjormir, Guard of Morthal",
"message": "Him and the other guards nodded, \"Secure the city!\" From there, guards began to rush from their posts, patrolling the streets and searching anywhere an illusionist might hide. Even the Temple to the Old Ways."
},
{
"author": "Captain Jgarlof",
"message": "He could feel the rest of the events of the night begin to slip away, cursing himself as he struggled to hold onto every memory like a fish in oily hands. Jgarlof would be incapable of being a useful witness, but there were plenty of mages in Morthal. One of them would be able to explain what happened, but, no fingers would point toward Halvar."
},
{
"author": "High Priestess Unirala",
"message": "She would remain silent, simply grasping her prayer beads with a smile."
},
{
"author": "Tjormir, Guard of Morthal",
"message": "The city was on alert, checking any strangers and foreigners to the city for identification or proof of residency. It was difficult to enforce without mass questioning, but with an illusionist on the run, everyone needed to be checked."
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Thanks to his good graces with Sybille Stentor, the price of utilizing her teleportation services was not too steep, as he had aided with her own research plenty over the past month he had been in this wintry realm. As well as being a fast way to cross the entirety of Skyrim in the blink of an eye, it was immensely informative. Sybille's approach to Mundane Teleportation was quite fascinating, as there were all manner of attunements required and arcane contracts between the Court Wizards of Skyrim to allow such consistent maneuvering. \n\nWhile Varis preferred the Telvanni Peninsula, with its enforcement of *Learning* Teleportation... Varis had never been quite good at it. He was a quick study, but the school of Mysticism was quite elusive to him, even though many of his mathematical calculations came from the School's own Theorems and its practitioners' Grimoires. \n\nAnother school he required more study in. He had enhanced his knoweldge regarding Illusion quite quickly, and next, he would need to spend some painstaking hours pouring over Mystic spelltomes to learn their meanings. \n\nFor now, though, as he walked from Mistveil Keep down into the streets of Riften, his eyes narrowed as he examined the architecture. He had read that at one point it was a massive city of stone, and yet riots and fires had reduced the city to a rustic wooden silhouette. As he peered over the streets into the cannals, he could see the stone architecture that had been the entirety of the city. His eyes narrowed as he pondered whether a revitalization could occur, but as he looked up toward the vibrant markets, the seedy alleyways, and dark corridors, a frown overcame his features. \n\nRiften would need a lot of work, and for his plans of industrialization to take hold, he might have to save this city for last.\n\nThough, there was a certain alchemist in this city Varis needed to see. \n\nIngun Black-Briar. While her mother was an intelligent political and financial strategist, Varis required a scholar's mind. Thus, as he walked through the streets of Riften, his mind was focused on the woman's current residence, the path to it winding through the vast streets. \n\nHe recognized the danger of these quiet, shadowy alleys, but a part of him *Dared* Someone to strike him. He had left Teejun in Solitude, so he was alone, covered in jewelry and opulent lavender-Cadbury spider-silk robes. The Wizard prepared the energies of a calming spell in his hands as he held them behind his back. As much as he delighted in killing thieves... Attracting the attention of powerful ones was not his priority."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "Ra'zirr made his way to the area after leaving from a successful heist that was asked by a favor of one of the guilds members. He wouldn't want to draw attention to himself as he had his posh jacket cleaned and just guided through the crowd. Until he sat his eyes on a dark elf.\n\n\"Ra'zirr sees someone new in town. He could be an easy target for Ra'zirr!\" He said in an excited tone to himself. He decided to keep his voice down and will make his way as he made an attempt to \"Bump\" To catch the man attention.\n\nHe will had dropped a pouch of gold and and leaned down accidentally bumping into him. \"Excuse me Mister. I must had dropped this by accident.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Sorcerer meandered from the alleyway into a crowded street market, where a Khajiit would rapidly be brought to his attention. Varis looked as the Khajiit got closer, before the feline humanoid dropped a purse of clinking septims. \n\nThe Wizard's eyes glimmered with arcana, as the Telvanni's purple irises bore down on Ra'zirr as the man bumped into the robes. \n\nIf Ra'zirr attempted to pick the Wizard's pockets, he would find that the robe lacked them, leaving only the jewelry on his person. Varis' jewelry was in bangles and chains, as silver chains linked his bracelets to his rings, and from the bracelets to his arm signets, up to the dangling amulets and necklaces around his torso. \n\nThe only things disconnected from the Sorcerer's assemblage would be his Bonemold Tablet Earrings, depicting the symbols of the Reclamations. \n\nThough, as Ra'zirr took in this information, Varis's hands would be brought forward, and in his hands, as Ra'zirr might peer at the rings and bracelets, he would see the sorcery surging between them. A green arcana that hissed and wisped about, prepared to strike. \n\nWhether Ra'zirr recognized the spell of not, Varis looked from the purse, toward Ra'zirr's face, the source of his apology. The germaphobe would attempt to step away via the momentum of the bump, raising his eyebrows as he observed the situation.\n\n\"Agh! N'w-\" The mage stopped himself, quickly glancing about to view his surroundings. Spewing a slur in broad daylight in a foreign land was not particularly wise."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "He will recognize the spell and also the prowess of the man. His assumptions were correct this man was rather high status and strong spell wise. He would have to be wise and be able to get away with picking off anything. \n\nLuckily he didn't do anything illegal so the mage has no grounds to report him to the guards. Even if he does he has some guards who can help any guide members."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "With no sign of theft so far, Varis stepped away and looked down toward the bag the Khajiit had dropped, before looking back up at Ra'zirr. Varis was a tad confused, as he saw enemies everywhere he looked as a result of his paranoia, but he had also seldom interacted with thieves in broad daylight. Thus, this particular trick was lost on him. \n\nStealing from a Telvanni Wizard often meant having your hand melt in their pocket, back on Port Telvannis. Varis was no such expert in Destruction Magic, but his own runes were nasty enough to get the job done.\n\nVaris dismissed the spell in his hands and said, \"Hm, so long as my robes did not get damaged,\" He looked down at himself, seeking any possible stains or filth, before looking back up at the Khajiit. \"You may require a chain to hold your purses. Or better yet, an Oblivion Rift to hide them in.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Yes I haven't had time to purchase a chain. My apologizes for bumping into you. You seem to have to have an interesting robe. It's very different from these lands.\"\n\nHe said speaking up to the man.Ra would notice that he would be rather a good sport and decide to do something. \"I would like to pay for a drink to repay for bumping into you.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Scholar tilted his head a tad as the man correctly assumed the difference between Varis' robes and those of this land. His eyes narrowed at the offer of a drink. He pondered it. A strange request. Was Riften so polite, or did he have to remind himself of the city's reputation, and that it existed for a reason? The hustle and bustle of Solitude and Port Telvannis, let alone Blacklight, had no room for politeness in the midst of work and commerce. \n\nThus, the Spellwright offered a slight grin as he looked at Ra'zirr. As he smiled, Ra'zirr would get a better look at the scars covering Varis' face, clearly slashed into by claws, ripping open his face along his nose and cheek, followed by slashes across his neck. Overlapping those scars were the Daedric Script tattoos that covered his face and body. \n\n\"Very well. Though, first, I may have a task for you.\" Varis saw all people as pawns, but this man had the speech patterns of a Tamrielic speaker, with the accent of an Elsweyr native. If this man had been raised in Riften, he would be an excellent guide. If he was raised in Elsweyr and came to Riften of his own volition, then he may be just as perceptive when it came to thieves. \n\n\"I am heading to Ingun Black-Briar's Manor. I may be willing to pay for an escort. Once at the Manor, if I have all of my baubles and trinkets still on me, I will pay handsomely.\" He looked up and around, before looking back to Ra'zirr. \"If I do find something missing...\"\n\nVaris glanced toward Ra'zirr's fingers. Making the man *Believe* His hands were bags of shattered bones would be quite fun. And, less horrible than breaking his mind completely. Or summoning a swarm of Daedra to hound him. He looked back up to Ra'zirr's eyes.\n\n\"Well, let's hope that does not happen, ey?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "He will be humming but he's not a merc but he needs some more coin. He can contribute that to the overall wealth. \"You assuming I'll take anything off you. Ra'zirr is no thief! I'll help. Let's get going. We don't have to keep who ever expects you waiting.\"\n\nHe said explaining himself: he knew the manor rather well as he wanted to steal from there but never gotten a reason too. This wasn't a reason now but he gets a good inside peak."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Sorcerer nodded to Ra'zirr's answer. *Good. Then I may study this Khajiit more closely.* Varis gestured for Ra'zirr to move beside Varis, as the two made their way through the market. Varis's eyes never stopped moving. This city was not his to command, as Solitude had become. Ideally, this visit with the Black-Briar would allow him to set up a propylon within her home, so that he may come and go as he pleased. \n\nOn their journey through the streets toward the manor, Varis turned his head toward Ra'zirr, electing to engage in some discussion. Or, as most experienced it, interrogation. \n\n\"I seldom meet Khajiit who do not refer to themselves in the third person. Were you educated separately from your kin, or are you a fast learner of dialect?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"You can say I'm a fast learner but it took me a couple months to catch on to how they speak here. I didn't want to be considered like the other Khajiits.\"\n\nHe was telling the truth about that as he walked along with Varis. He usually speaks in the normal Khajiit manner when he is talking to other members of his race or to the thieves guild since he trust they understand him. He doesn't want to seem as a thieving criminal to the man who's offering him pay. \n\nAs they walked he kept his hands to his side. He would pay close to this impromptu \"Interrogation.\" He wasn't particularly nervous as this happen countless times with his mentor so he knows what to do and say."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Ah, excellent. I presume it is handy in negotiations. With a silver tongue, you can truly get anywhere.\"\n\nVaris paused. \"Though, not during war. The best thing a silver tongue can do in the midst of war, is to either stay hidden, or have managed to get a seat of power before the war began. In this province, that is.\" When he spoke of *This province*, he did not say it with much love. As though he found the barbarism of constant feuds between Holds and the Nordic battle readiness a tired thing that merited no respect from him. \n\n\"Now,\" Varis glanced in Ra'zirr's direction.\n\n\"I have always wondered about the city of Riften. The cobbled streets, the beautiful estates. Alas, there is another version of the city, hidden and in shadow. What might you know of such clandestine activities?\" Varis observed Ra'zirr, studying how the Khajiit would react to the subtle spell, and whether it would be effective on him."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I stay clear from the shadows of the city. I hear many stories and rumors of people operating from these parts of the city. I would consider it as place I can fit into by my looks but not by personality.\"\n\nHe said as he felt a noticeable shift. He felt he was under the influence or impression of something. He didn't wanna make it noticeable or so. He decided to play it off and make it to where Varis can trust him for right now."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "A sly grin formed on the mage's face. The response felt...*Evasive*. The deflection of his appearance being accepted there, but not his personality, caused Varis a great deal of intrigue. This feline was of a dark variety, perfect for blending into the shadows. His lithe and slender build made him agile, no doubt, and Varis wondered if the feline had much flexibility to him.\n\nAs Varis and Ra'zirr continued to speak, a gradual thing began to happen. The world around the two seemed to get quieter, as if the outside was becoming muffled to them in some sort of field, or bubble of silence.\n\nMeanwhile, the sound between the two of them became more intense, clearer, as though the world's noises were falling away, and only they could hear each other. Ra'zirr might even be able to hear his own heartbeat before Varis spoke again,\n\n\"I see. Well, then I am surprised that you have not been recruited. The personality of a thief is not particularly important, so long as they have the capacity to learn.\" The spell Varis had employed would make his words seem wrapped in honey, dancing and flitting through the air, like music to the Khajiit's ears. \n\nA subtle spell to make him more appealing, more charming.\n\n\"Knowing a good thief would be most useful to me, and my business practices. I'm no smuggler, but having a smuggler's, or burglar's eye, is always useful as a second perspective. A shame, then, that I would not be able to hire you for such *Useful* Advice.\"\n\nWith this field of silence, Varis' words seemed so private, and none could hear the two outside of this sphere of influence."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "He felt this was a trick to try and con him to saying something. As he felt the quietness between the two grow stronger and thicker. He will decide to soon it out or attempt too.\n\n\"It is a rather bad shake that you can't. I believe if I ever find someone who does. I will like to point them in your direction.\"\n\nThe silence wouldn't get to him as he grew up having to rely on silence to survive. If he didn't it would be a massive problem."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Spellwright nodded at Ra'zirr's answer, holding his hands behind his back as he looked forward. The muffling field remained as Varis said, \"Yes, that would be most considerate of you.\" The Dunmer and Khajiit would eventually find themselves in view of the manor. Only another street crossing and they would be on its doorstep. \n\n\"You jumped on the prospect of working for me. I take it you grab odd jobs quite often, no? Who would you say has been your most *Profitable* Employer in this city so far?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"No I can not say as everyone who I worked for were just here and there with payments. I don't like to compare as I find it as a displeasing thing to do.\"\n\nHe said as it was rather a thing he done with his heists. He couldn't really do a comparison as it would do him a displeasure."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "A frown formed. \"Ah, tragic. Having someone who was a good connect in this city would have been useful. If you dislike comparing those who offer the most coin, then you are not paying attention. Those who offer the most, are the ones worth doing business for. As for my purposes, those who pay the most, and honor their agreements and deals, are the most useful to go into business with.\"\n\nVaris and Ra'zirr were now on the premises of Ingun Black-Briar's manor. The Spellwright noticed the bodyguards outside the house, crossed arms watching the two approach. Varis glanced toward Ra'zirr, wondering if the Khajiit had anything to say to, or about, these bodyguards before Varis would walk up to them."
},
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"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I'll say this the tavern owner offers a good payment. It just depends on what's required of him. But I don't think if that could provide any assistance.\"\n\nHe said before they arrived. Right as they arrived he noticed the guards and doesn't speak: \"I would make sure to be careful. I'm staying out here because my kind won't be having me accompany you.\""
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{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Spellwright nodded along to Ra'zirr's mention of the tavern owner, and frowned a tad. He nodded and continued forward, but paused as the Khajiit elected to stay outside. Varis raised an eyebrow as he grinned, \"You're free to follow. This might be stimulating for you. You might make an employer out of this woman I'm to meet with.\"\n\nVaris continued forward, up the steps of the manor, and toward the guards. A hand raised to halt Varis's approach."
},
{
"author": "Gerral",
"message": "The Guard stopped the strange Dunmer wizard from stepping any closer with one hand and a harsh, \"Hold! State your name and purpose.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Varis Xai'Shen, Spellwright of House Telvanni. I have a meeting with Madame Ingun Black-Briar.\""
},
{
"author": "Gerral",
"message": "The guard turned her head toward the larger man next to her, looked back toward Varis, and said, \"We have not been informed of any,\" Her words stalled in her mouth as they began to left, until an airy breath was released. The other guard seemed to have a similar effect, as he breathed out a slow sigh of relief."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Wizard said nothing. Uttered nothing. His hands did not move at all. He only stared at them, a smile formed along his lips beneath his facial hair. \"Check again, please.\""
},
{
"author": "Gerral",
"message": "The woman stared at Varis, her eyes shadowed and hidden by her helmet. And yet, as she spoke, it was as though she had been drugged, and said, \"Varis Xai'Shen. Please, enter.\" She and the other guard parted out of the way, the door now exposed.\n\n\"Yes, Lord Varis.\" The Guard turned and opened the door for the mage, before stepping to the side again."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Thank you. As you were.\" Varis made his way inside, the door remaining open for the Khajiit to follow. If Ra'zirr did follow, the guards would not even mention his passing, as they stared forward, aligning their bodies back into position and holding their swords against their hips.\n\nThe interior of a Black-Briar's home, open without even having to lift a finger. If Ra'zirr wished to scope out and mark this place, now was an excellent opportunity."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "As he expected he made his way into the building. He wasn't expecting to be welcomed. He walked behind Varis and wanted to make sure to get a good glance at everything possible.\n\nThe interior was what he expected by his superior in the guide. He crossed his hands to just follow behind Varis."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Once inside the manor, Ra'zirr was able to note the entrance hall, and how it split the house in two. At the end of the hall, the staircase to the upper level coiled from their direction around and up, allowing their to be a balcony that overlooked the entrance hall with doors leading to the upper rooms. \n\nOn the first floor, doorways led to a dining room, a study, a living room, and at the furthest back was a kitchen, where the sound of cooking and pots sounded, as the servants were likely preparing the luncheon.\n\nVaris moved forward, looking about at the art, the sculptures, and the priceless artifacts of antique alchemical alembics and other such instruments. Varis paused as he looked at a framed collection of preserved butterfly wings. \"Hm. I like that one.\" He nodded as he looked away and continued forward. \n\nPast the steps, a door led to an outdoor area, revealing an expansive garden. A woman with black hair sat at a table in the shade out there, reading over some documents with a glass of water next to her."
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "Ingun Black-Briar, once an aspiring alchemist's assistant, now had a garden worthy of an alchemist of her stature. All around her was a sprawling oasis of alchemical reagents, ranging from the exotic to the downright dangerous, as poison blooms lined the walls of her garden like a means of protection, while nightshade, death bell, and all manner of other poisonous growths created a secondary perimeter. From there was a much more lush and less dangerous collection, sprawling and scattered throughout, with those most used in the largest supplies and blooms.\n\nIngun heard Varis and Ra'zirr's approach, and turned her head from her document toward them. \n\n\"Ah, Lord Varis? A pleasure to finally meet. I take it the guards outside forgot about you?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Completely. When I leave, no one will have entered this house at this time today.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "She nodded, appeased, and then looked toward Ra'zirr. \"And you?\" Even though she was a noble in Riften, and had lived in this city her whole life, she was not particularly concerned with the dark undercity as much as her mother and other siblings were. She was a product of nepotism, and as such, her scholarly mind was given much to work with. \"Why have you come?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Telvanni glanced in Ra'zirr's direction. He was intrigued what the Khajiit would answer with. If nothing, Ra'zirr's introduction would be up to Varis to explain. A dangerous gamble."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "He looked and saw that the woman asked why did he come. \"I was showing this find sir to your building. He was aware of the surroundings but didn't want to go by himself. I don't blame him as the city has to deal with thieves.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Ah, a polite guide to the streets of Riften? How noble.\" She took a sip from her glass of water before gesturing to the two seats across from her. There were three chairs for this table, likely for when her mother and brother visited. \"Please, take a seat.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Telvanni nodded. Ra'zirr stuck to the truth. Though, made no mention of the accidental encounter. Varis noticed this, but did not dwell on the issue as he went to sit down."
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "Once seated, Ingun set down her documents, looked at Varis, and said, \"I've been in need of fungi for some time now, but all of the mycologists in the city are practically extorting me! When I had heard a Telvanni noble had come to Solitude, and made a name for himself, I knew I had to seek this man out. You said you would gladly supply my needs, but not for septims?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Correct, Lady Black-Briar. We both have an assorted collection of alchemical reagents. If you would be willing to barter for what we need, then I would also offer my services in helping with your research.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Ah, and you know much about my research? Enough to suppose your fungi and mind is worth my blooms?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The man produced a notebook from thin air, and set it on the table for Ingun to take."
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "The woman took it cautiously, eyeing Varis, before opening it and taking a look. As she did, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes widened a bit. Her inquisitive expression became one of deep, focused fascination. She stopped herself before she got too far, and looked up. \"These calculations and theorems... You said you were a hobbyist?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"I'm not the best at brewing potions, but I've read a few tomes on the craft. And observed the science enough to make some educated guesses about the possibilities.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "The woman nodded, looking at the book, before she looked back up to Varis. \"Hm. Very well. I can accept this deal, but,\" She looked toward Ra'zirr. \"You say you were hired to protect Lord Varis from thieves. I wonder, are you any good at securing houses from being broken into?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"No Madam. I rather stick to working from outside. I'm rather known for sticking to the protection detail out the house but I actually have some tips and things I learnt from my many people I stayed who I stayed with.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Ah, well, some tips are always appreciated. I know of some security experts in town, but I tend to find them particularly seedy. An honest locksmith is not hard to find in Riften, but one who won't say no to some cash from a thief marking the home he just locked up?\" Ingun frowned and shrugged. \"It is a hard market. So, bodyguards have to do.\" \n\nHer eyes narrowed as she looked at Ra'zirr. \"Now, what about these tips?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"First you'll need to try and limit displaying your luxury. I would like for you to put your belongs more or less in your personal area. I believe you should be able to make it look as you been looted to thieves.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "Her eyebrow rose. \"Hm. Akin to a museum. Instead of posing a bunch of guards outside my home, have fewer guards outside and inside one room.\" Ingun placed a hand to her lip as she pondered it. \"Hm. Makes sense. But, at the same time, it allows there to be one target for a thief, instead of many.\"\n\nShe mauled over it, and sighed, \"One target allows multiple thieves to enter at once, enough to overwhelm the guards inside. Thus, issue of cost becomes, have multiple guards inside the room, or one very expensive, elite guard?\"\n\nIngun tapped her chin, displeased by the idea. Though, she looked toward Ra'zirr as she said, \"An effective assessment. If there is an intrusion, best they don't all make it out alive, rather than have the opportunity to slink about.\"\n\nShe nodded as she said, \"Very well, duly noted. Better to have security than a whole house to entertain in. Anything else?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I was going to say the second is to lock down the entry points. Roughly people would be intimated by the guards out front by you should make sure the men on the inside can't be seen until they come inside. This would be another trick to keep thieves on their towns and try to prepare them legs mentally to handle the threat as they won't know how many are guarding your valuables.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Hm. I have always appreciated the aesthetic of the homes in the Imperial City down south. Only one entry point, limited windows. Effective against thiefs, but, not particularly helpful during a siege.\" She tapped her chin thoughtfully as she inspected the house, as they sat outside in the garden. \"Hm. Anything else?\" She looked back to Ra'zirr, eyebrows raised."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Not at this moment. I'll let you know if I'm able to come back with further ideas.\" He said looking at her. He will understand where she coming from about the siege idea.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Hm. Well, much to think on. Though, thank you. If you need any alchemical ingredients, feel free to stop by. I'll have my guards recognize you, and I'll sell you ingredients and potions at a discounted price. Which, would normally be market value, but,\" She whispered a little, \"*I'll lower it a bit.*\" \n\nShe nodded to Ra'zirr, then looked toward Varis. \"Shall I send my ingredients by carriage or through Windhelm, then by boat?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Wizard smirked at Ingun and said, \"Have you ever used a propylon?\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "Her eyebrows knitted together. She did not even recognize the word."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "He smiled and nodded, conjuring a strange object. It was a cone-shaped stone, covered completely in etchings of runic symbols and ancient Dunmeri scripture. Varis held up his finger, set the propylon on the table, stood up, and walked some distance away. \n\nFrom there, he conjured another propylon. A twin. He set the propylon down on the ground, and cast a spell. It with a glimmer of purplish light and red smoke, going up from his fingertips across his arm, and spreading across his body in a matter of less than a second. \n\nHe reappeared in the same plume of arcana next to the table, holding out his hand and looking toward Ingun. \"Immediate transport. No costly Court Wizard services.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "Lady Ingun's eyebrows rose as she watched, and chuckled a little. \"Well, that is most useful! Is that something from Morrowind?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Varis nodded. Though, in the back of his mind, as he remembered the slimy race traitor, Folms Mirrel, who pioneered the enchantment of such compact and useful propylons, he had to focus on how *Useful* They were before becoming too enraged by the man's Mage's Guild association. Though, satisfaction came to Varis's face as he pondered where Folms ended up after the dissolution of the Mage's Guild. Once a Synod, now a professor of the College of Whispers. A perfect fall from grace. \n\n\"This way, I can come and go whenever necessary. I'll update you each time I would like to visit. So that it is never a surprise.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "She nodded, seemingly impressed as she watched Varis go collect the propylon he had set down in the grass, and then looked toward Ra'zirr. \"And what about you? Do you practice any magic, or alchemy?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"No I don't. I haven't had any proper time to learn and try and attempt to practice those skills.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "\"Ah! Understandable.\" She mused as she looked over the Khajiit. She examined his attire and his overall disposition. She glanced through the table's grating down his shoes, whether they were covered in filth or not, and, overall, whether or not he seemed as though he belonged to a lower class. \"Though, for those who have a hard time learning magic, alchemy is the next best thing. And, once you get good at it, it becomes incredibly lucrative! I can go out in this garden, pick a few ingredients, brew a few potions, and make ten times the amount the collection of ingredients would have been worth.\"\n\nShe held up her finger, \"I never really had a mind for business, but alchemists who do? They live comfortably. Very comfortably.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"So long as they do not spend too much time practicing Wortcraft.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "Ingun glanced toward Varis as he made his way back to the table with his propylon, and nodded thoughtfully. \"Yes...\" She looked back to Ra'zirr. \"Eating one's own supply allows them to learn what properties an alchemical ingredient might have. Dangerous, but effective business.\" She gestured out to the garden, \"Proficient *Wortcrafters* Can even eat entire Poison Blooms, Nightshade flowers, and all manner of poisonous varieties. I always found it too dangerous for my liking, and preferred experimenting with my supply, or getting recipes.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Anyone will say that's dangerous. Not going say anyone can pick them but quite anyone with intellectual ability to speak can learn to differentiate between the good to tatse and bad ones. I learnt as I was taught how to make certain things in books but never attempted too.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "Ingun let out a chuckle, \"Anyone with intellectual ability.\" She held up her finger and shook it with a grin. \"Correct! As for your own teachings,\" She nodded. \"That was how I learned, then I managed to get an apprenticeship with an elderly alchemist in the canals. If you ever wished to take up a role of apprenticeship, my last one recently,\" She waved her hand, \"Graduated. He's off in Falkreath now. Says he preferred the forest to the red canopy of the Rift.\"\n\nIngun watched Ra'zirr, examining whether or not he would be interested."
}
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{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "A smile formed on her lips as she nodded to Ra'zirr. \"Of course.\" She looked to Varis. \"Where shall I put this, *Propylon*?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Ideally somewhere spacious, so that when I arrive I am not crammed into a closet. A pleasure doing business with you, Lady Black-Briar.\""
},
{
"author": "Ingun Black-Briar",
"message": "She nodded, \"And you, Lord Varis. I hope those mushrooms are of good quality.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Dunmer chuckled, nodding, before stuffing his propylon back into a portal, while Lady Ingun took her's and inspected it more closely. Varis gave a look to the Khajiit, that their time was done here, and he made his way back to the inside of the house. The Wizard held his hands behind his back as he walked, headed for the front door. \"Now, you said you would treat me to something at the tavern. Do they have any Sujamma?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "As they walked outside together. He hummed to himself and looked at him. \"I wouldn't believe sunless someone knows how to prepare this per say. I typically avoid the taverns due to I don't want to try the ale they brew.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Wizard raised an eyebrow. \"Ah, well, being so close to Morrowind it should not be too difficult to find someone who does. Its a large city, there should be a corner club, or two, who sells Dunmeri drink.\" He looked toward Ra'zirr as they walked out of the house, past the guards who paid them no mind. \"And, it seems you scored well today. Brew potions well enough, and you'll be set for the rest of your life. I prefer enchanting, but both are lucrative.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Thank you for saying that. We should get going to the scene. I would worry about my payment later.\" He said as he walked with him to a nearby tavern. He wanted to see if they had his beverage of choice."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Sorcerer placed his hands behind his back as he meandered through the streets. Being in a loftier part of the city, the taverns and bars were scarce, but the closest was near the canals, not too far away. Fairly close to where the two had met. \n\nVaris spoke as they walked, \"Your know-how with home security seems to come from experience. That advice, while obvious once heard, seems to be known by very few. Then again, I have not spent much time in many luxurious homes in Riften. Do they often assemble themselves in the manner you advised Lady Black-Briar to do?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Actually it depends on how much wealth. If you have upper status many would consider what I told Lady Black-Briar would organize it to keep thieves out. Thats why you seen many people that are not normal citizens which leave them most protect."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Hm. Intriguing. Socio-economics is a favored hobby of mine. I suppose this city must run on liquid wealth, rather than assets. The majority of finances for this place must be held in a secured bank, perhaps even controlled by the Black-Briars, lurking somewhere in Mistveil Keep.\" He tapped his chin. \"Getting in touch with that banker... Must have that place sealed up better than any fortress in the realm.\"\n\nHis eyes shifted toward the streets and less than ideal infrastructure. \"Though, perhaps, instead, the Thieves' Guild has it all. Nobles pay off a sum to keep their septims in a secure location, since, it'd be insane to steal from the Thieves' Guild. Where safer would one be able to store their money in this city?\"\n\nVaris looked back to Ra'zirr. \"Any ideas?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Currently I won't know where to tell you. You was right to assume the Thieves Guild is the hardest to steal from. Trust me they are rather experienced and would noticed any slight detail.\"\n\nHe said as he was one of the few who helped formed the current security measures down there. He so far is impressed he's pulling this ruse off."
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{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Hm. Yes, I suppose the whereabouts of the wealthy's money is a hot topic in this city. Or, perhaps a settled one. I have kept up with the land's finances long before I came to Skyrim. As a sort of, pre-research to coming here. Very messy. Very convoluted. So many hands in so many pockets, and so many pockets pulled out to become empty, only for the money to be somewhere else.\"\n\nVaris mauled for a moment, before he looked to Ra'zirr. \"Are you a fan of finances and economics? I understand most people find it boring, but, the science of money has always fascinated me.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I'm only interested in learning to make it then save it. I don't consider myself a fan but I use that simple routine to have a simple understanding of it.\"\n\nHe said explaining a bit of how he really doesn't care. Especially since his thieving ways are for the guild and not entirely for him."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Hm. Of course. That's more conscientiousness than what most people are satisfied with. Have you amassed much, as a...?\" His eyebrows furrowed a little. He had insinuated that Ra'zirr was someone who did odd jobs, but he had never received a concrete job description from the Khajiit. Nor had Ra'zirr gained one from Varis, but, with the Mage's inquisitive glance, it was obvious that the Dunmer was now curious to know."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I would have to check. I won't know for sure but I believe it's roughly a decent amount. Roughly 5500 pieces for sure. I know it would be less but I won't know for sure.0"
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "*Over five thousand septims?* Varis looked at Ra'zirr with a look of surprise. If the odd job only pays an average of ten to five septims per task, like this escort business, then... If he were to do this singular job, excluding all of the other small time jobs, he would likely be able to do it seven to eight times a day. Perhaps an average of fifty-six septims per day. Subtract that by living expenses, which, per day, perhaps five septims. Multiply over the course of each month, subtracted by wherever he might being living, which,\n\nAs Varis looked at Ra'zirr, Varis might suspect a small apartment? Perhaps close to the Ratways? Which might go for about five hundred a month? Perhaps his landlord would charge differently, but, per month, he would, maximum, make a thousand dollars. Add on top with clothes, taxes, additional expenses, fees for living in the city and taking transportation services, the replacement of shoes from walking all over the place, and... Well, it very well might take a decade to reach that sum of money! More, if he had dry spells without work throughout the month.\n\nThus, as Varis looked at Ra'zirr, his eyes narrowed. This Khajiit certainly was not native, and he likely was not noble. His jobs were limited, especially in Riften, where a cut purse or thief would likely take everything you were worth once a month. Perhaps even a week. Or even a Skooma Addict, stealing and selling for their next fix. \n\nThe moment Ra'zirr mentioned how much he had saved, the Sorcerer looked at him, looked around, noted the scarcity of people in this street, and brought back up his field of silence. \n\n\"An impressive amount. Now, *What do you do*?\" He looked toward Ra'zirr, eyes narrow, very intent on an answer."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Like you assume I do odd jobs. I normally live here in Riften but I explore out the walls. I also am one to deal with bandits and you know I like to add that to earnings. I rarely buy new weaponry or armor as I make this stuff myself or get the materials and ask for assistance."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "A slight chuckle, \"Yes, of course. Perfectly plausible. However, I have an eye for the age of Khajiit. A part of my upbringing, in the Telvanni Peninsula. You can be no more than twenty. Judging by the contents of your fur coat. Your apparel, while fine enough to believe was made yourself, would requires experience. Not too much, but also, not too little. Your speech, well groomed and well maintained. You say you do odd jobs, and yet, you deal with bandits? Add to your earnings? Bandits are rather scarce these days.\"\n\nVaris smiled broadly, his whites visible beneath his black mustache. \"You've tip toed around your profession very well, my friend. Though, even someone from a more lucrative backgrounds would have a hard time amassing that much wealth, let alone having places to keep it. Life is expensive, especially in this city, no matter how cheaply you choose to live.\"\n\nThe Sorcerer tilted his head. \"So, please, I would like to know the truth.\""
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{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"The truth about my pressing is rather clear. I don't rather settle down and just help out. You can I am a helper to all. Especially in this city. Many could confirm as they won't see me confined in one spot.\"\n\nMany can vouch as he really doesn't steal as it's one of the rules he sets for himself. He worked hard to avoid doing that to avoid being suspicious. Luckily he was able to proof it as he worked with numerous individuals."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The piercing gaze of Varis's purple eyes bore into every inch of surface on Ra'zirr's being, as he watched and studied every muscle movement as the Khajiit responded. Justified. The Scholar listened, mauled over the answer, before becoming upright. Dissatisfaction was spread across his face. \n\n\"Hm.\" He looked forward. \"Such determination. It must be grueling, what you do. Because, the numbers, no matter how you explain, do not add up.\" Varis chuckled a little. \"Though, that determination is to be congratulated. Perhaps even that initial estimate you provided was smaller than the actuality of your wealth.\" \n\nVaris looked back toward Ra'zirr. \"In time, should you amass more, I would like to stay in touch. Those who can grow their own wealth are quite exceptional to me. Regardless of how it is achieved.\"\n\nThe tavern would be in sight now, an expensive place of fine wood and signage, with plenty of septims spent on the exterior, and likely interior. The Rose-Gold Glass, a less popular establishment, primarily due to its prices, as compared to the Bee & Barb. They were still a few dozen paces away, enough for Ra'zirr's answer before they stepped foot inside."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I will consider that. Now enough about my wealth or status let's enjoy these drinks. Trust me I will need to keep my work top secret for people. They rather find it rather odd a Khajiit have gold like that. Thats why I don't speak on that topic.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Mage watched Ra'zirr as he happily took Varis's dismissal and diverted attention to the drinks. Varis nodded, looking forward as he made his way to the tavern and pushed open the doors. \n\nThe tavern was dimly lit and refined, appearing more of a restaurant than an actual tavern, with different corners and areas for seating, but a bar was at the end. It had all manner of decorations and elegance, but it was clear that everything was either nailed down or built into the foundation, and anything detached from the building was of little value. \n\nVaris made his way up to the bar, where the barkeep was currently chatting with two others further down, getting their orders and filling a few mugs. \n\nThe Wizard narrowed his eyes, before looking to Ra'zirr. \"Well, if I cannot get a straight answer about your work, what brought you to Skyrim? You do not strike me as the type to battle and clash with the Nords for sport, as they love to boast about doing.\""
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{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I wanted to be able to make a new life. I found my calling more or less here than back home. Trust me the Nords are one thing and I was expecting you to treat me as how a nord would. Many assume of how I act due to my race.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Dunmer raised an eyebrow. \"Hm. Well, when it comes to Dunmer, it is often safe to bet that they find you inferior. No matter what race you are.\" Varis shrugged. \"As for myself, should you ever find someone who adorns these kinds of robes, and this insignia,\" He gestured to the bone mold tablet earrings, bearing the sigil of House Telvanni, \"They will likely treat you far worse than any Nord could ever hope to do. As much as I am loyal to my House, I know its faults. I have supported abolition ever since I was young.\"\n\nHe raised his eyebrows, \"In fact, our manner of meeting, when you bumped into me, could have easily costed your life in Port Telvannis, seeing as you are not Dunmer, or, let alone Mer.\" \n\nVaris mauled over a thought. Perhaps a memory of seeing an execution in broad daylight for that very reason. Though, it did not take long for him to look at Ra'zirr and say, \"I am curious, do the Nords often accost you?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I wouldn't say they do. Trust me I don't stick my head in business where they are near. They don't believe for a fact that I would be. Able to stay near them so I won't be near to be accosted.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Ah, yes, distance is a splendid remedy to dissipate unwanted attention.\" He nodded. \"Though, in a land rife with them, I imagine they must come stumbling into the neighborhoods their landlords and real-estate moguls might have stuffed people unlike them. Spouting off about others' inferiority. All the while, mead sticks to their tongue, even in gentlemanly business meetings.\"\n\nVaris shook his head with obvious disdain. \"A new age is coming. For all of Tamriel. Maybe not so much the cosmopolitan Cyrodiil, but all the other provinces? Oh, there will come some measure of globalization.\" He watched as the barkeep finally finished up with the patrons soaking up his attention, and made his way down the line toward the unlikely Khajiit and Dunmer duo. \"Such is a goal easily dismissed among the aristocracy, and the lowest rungs of society.\" \n\nVaris glanced toward Ra'zirr with a grin, \"But, a melody to the ears of money-minded folk.\""
},
{
"author": "Absolon",
"message": "A tall Redguard made his way down the bar, reaching the duo with a finely tailored suit and an air of high-class servantry about him. He looked at the duo, and his eyes immediately glanced toward the silk robes Varis wore, as well as the earrings he wore. In the bonemold was the sigil of House Telvanni. Absolon's eyes shifted toward Ra'zirr, at the more modest apparel, but no doubt decent make. \n\nThe Redguard smiled softly and asked the two, \"What can I get you both? Fine wine? Expensive mead? Some Flinn?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"How about some Flinn for myself. I'm not in the mood for anything expensive but this kind sir would like to order on his own. Even though I'm paying for him though.\""
},
{
"author": "Absolon",
"message": "He nodded, \"Understood. One tab.\" He looked at Ra'zirr, eyes narrow as the Khajiit said he was prepared to pay. Then perhaps the duo was not going to be as expensive as he had hoped. He looked toward Varis for his order."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Same as him. Better to keep the senses sharp.\""
},
{
"author": "Absolon",
"message": "The Redguard nodded, \"Two portions of Flinn, then.\" He turned and walked back down the length of the bar, toward a cabinet with all manner of bottles of varying types and sizes."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"An excellent choice. That whisky has no negative side-effects, and an exquisite taste. Far better to enjoy a drink and walk away soundly, than toss back vile fermentations and stumble away with a grin, I say.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Yeah for sure. Trust me u usual get this when I'm in other places. I would have to see if it's going be similarly made."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Varis nodded. \"It is certainly a delicacy in Morrowind. The one thing I will always give the Imperials and Men credit for, is their vineyards and breweries. Many plantations in Morrowind attempt to recreate their designs, such as Flinn, and sell it themselves at a better, more local price. Though, it is difficult for the vineyards of Morrowind to compete in the ash-bound climate of Vvardenfell and the Mainland's fungi-dominated ecosystem. As for fungi-made beverages... Well, mushroom-everything can get quite dull. Even to a Telvanni.\"\n\nHis eyebrows furrowed. \"I wonder, where have you traveled to? If you get this often in other places, I wonder what your journey has been like.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Well a lot of places. Trust me I don't sit still when I'm have work to do.\" He said as he looked at the Elf. He didn't like to reveal every secret all at once."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Wizard paused, to listen, but did not comment further. He had interrogated the man quite a bit up until now, and had not gotten very far. Ra'zirr was a difficult person to crack open, no matter how many honeyed words or attempts to reach into his very mind and rend something out, which, Varis respected. \n\nThough, Varis pondered, if he were to go mute, would Ra'zirr fill the silence? Thus, the Spellwright said, \"Ah, of course.\" \n\nHe glanced toward the counter, running a silver-tipped finger against it, inspecting the craftsmanship."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "As he will be quite quiet as he would be avoiding the situation. He would make sure to not try and pry for sure.\n\nAs he looked at him unsure what he was doing besides inspecting the craftsmanship. \"Any other magical skills do you possess my kind sir?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Wizard looked up from the wood, and its polished surface, and toward Ra'zirr. His eyebrows rose a tad. \"My primary focus is in Conjuration, Illusion, and Mysticism. I dabble in Alteration, as any good flesh-spell is preferred for defense in combat, but, the more eclectic arts, the more theoretical and complex ones, have always been more interesting to me. Destruction, Restoration,\" He shrugged. \"I never had an interest. You said you had little magical skill, but, did any of your mentors?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "As he listened he understood what the man was discussing. He tapped his fingers against the same countertop nodding. \"My mentors barely had any but they only taught me the basics of Restoration. It's understandable to stay alive in this life.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Wizard nodded, \"Yes, I suppose. Though, a well-placed Illusion spell, a proper Conjuration, or a Spell Absorption, should mitigate any wound one might suffer. After all, with the abundance of temples and do-gooder healers, it becomes a... Valid, but,\" He shrugged. \"Broad, school of magicka. Though, that you know restoration of any capacity, certainly makes you useful, no doubt. And, better yet, hard to kill.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Yes for sure. Just I would believe if I stumble into that field I would do my best. Just currently I'm sticking to jsut using my hands for simpler means.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Scholar nodded, \"Nothing wrong with physical labor, or, manual. Though, it increases profit margins to automate all manner of tasks. Such as, living armor, golems, atronachs, the like, doing all the menial labor and tasks. Creative uses of magic often go unsung, as opposed to the flashy displays of thunderstorms and the blossoming of entire forests.\""
},
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"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"I see where you coming from. Currently I'm just trying to get adjusted to learning more restorative properties spells then I will do that idea. Just I noticed rarely anyone discuss this with me.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Wizard smirked, \"Well, when it comes to magic, I tend to involve myself. I am a connoisseur of all types, and a theorist in all fields. Have you managed to tend many injuries? I understand that most restoration practitioners strive to be humble, meanwhile they can mend entire limbs from the sinew and stubs of bone. I don't imagine you have those kinds of abilities, but, have you found much practice since you started learning?\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "He would nod to his previous question. He hasn't done any certain mending of entire wounds but bones yes. \"I actually had to mend a bond in my leg. I took some damage from a bear when I was out exploring. Luckily I dealt with it and practice and was successful.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Hm, quite useful, being out in the wilderness and having your own med-kit in the palm of your hands. Thankfully, I rarely leave the cities.\""
},
{
"author": "Absolon",
"message": "The barkeep came back with two glasses of Flinn, setting them down before the duo, saying, \"Enjoy, sirs.\" He nodded and walked back down the table, toward the other customers. Practically as fast as he could."
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "He nodded agreeing. As he gotten his glass he will rise his towards Varis. After he took a strong sip. He enjoyed it as it similar"
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Varis nodded in Absolon's direction, politely, but it was practically missed. The Wizard shrugged as he picked up his glass and sipped from it, his eyes shifting to the rest of the tavern, as he scanned the alcoved seating areas along the sides, with dimly lit seating in the middle of the area. Varis raised his eyebrows, looked back toward the glass of Flinn, and looked back toward Ra'zirr. \"Well, I must thank you for the drinks. A worthy repayment, for a stumble in the road. Though, once I'm finished, I'll take my leave.\""
},
{
"author": "Ra'zirr",
"message": "\"Well if you ever back in town. You can find me anywhere. It was a pleasure to meet and speak to you.\" He said as drinks more of his beverage. He will hum and tap his glass."
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{
"author": "Talia at-Tura",
"message": "**So this is what a dock looks like.**\n\n*Talia had never actually seen a dock. Growing up as the pampered daughter of a noble family in a desert nation meant there wasn't often much use for a boat. But after arriving only a few days ago as the official ambassador of Hammerfell to Skyrim, Talia at-Tura still had much of Solitude to explore. Besides, the official feast to celebrate the new diplomatic relation with her arrival still wasn't for a few nights yet, so she did not feel desperate to hold herself up inside of the embassy just outside the Blue Palace.*\n\n*Instead, she chose to see the city with her own brown eyes before her life quickly became swallowed by paperwork, debates, and networking. Even if she had to ditch her bodyguard in order to do so...*\n\n*Truth be told, she knew she was safe anyway. Her arrival had not been broadcasted across the city, per se. High Queen Elisif took extra precautions to ensure the news of Skyrim's, and by extension the Empire's, beginnings of a fragile start to negotiations with Hammerfell did not leak to the public on account of the Thalmor. Alas, Talia had a sinking feeling the Thalmor were about to become very well acquainted with her likeness, which by extension meant Talia was about to get some very hostile friends.*\n\n*Oh well. The Thalmor were despised by the rest of her people. Perhaps now Talia would just have a reason to justify it for herself.*\n\n*She hopped off the barrel she was sitting on, chosing to walk down some of the docks that did not have tons of traffic. She was curious to see how the knots were tied that kept boats tethered to the shore. She wanted to learn how dockhands knew precisely where to carry their cargo. Talia at-Tura was interested in learning many of these things. Who knows? Maybe it would come useful later if she had to rely on a shipment somehow.*\n\n*Or perhaps if she needed to go somewhere she did not explicitly belong.*\n\n*Talia almost laughs at the irony of that previous thought.*"
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "A cup of tea hovered toward his lips, as he read a document he had been pouring over for the past few days. He grumbled and shook his head, fiercly rewriting and striking entire paragraph before writing them in increasingly claustrophobic margins. He did not care. \n\nVaris Xai'Shen wanted the contract with this new provider to be *Exceptional*. The wintry dogs of this province could not think he saw them as so inferior as to snip their business with him in a matter of moments. This, he knew well. The reality of diplomacy. It does not come with interacting with sensible, rational people, but instead catering to the idiotic desires of nepotism and utterly nonsensical social rituals. \n\nAlas, Varis grinned as he glanced out the window of the boat that had escorted him across the Sea of Ghosts. He raised his chin and stared at the rising cliffs of Solitude, and the grandeur of the docks ahead. It was not the opulence and beauty of Port Telvannis, but it was a sensible, efficient harbor. \n\nThe Telvanni Oathman placed the contract on the table, slowly levitated down to his zabuton, and proceded to stand. He shrugged his shoulder as he placed his hands behind his back and walked through the corridors of the house-boat. \n\nIt was a gorgeous piece of ship-making, as it had a sleek and slim design, grown from fungal spores and manipulated into a bouyant, light-weight contraption, and adorned with a myriad of arcane lights glittering from within paper and *Grown* Lanterns.\n\nVaris stepped out onto the deck and observed the docks he sailed towards. It seemed others were observing him as well, as sailors looked up from their tasks and work to see an alien draped in silks and billowing robes arrive at their doorstep. Whatever the case, pulling into the dock led to a short interaction with a Solitude Guard, whose mouth was shut with a quick show of documents and identification. The guard nodded and stepped away, allowing Varis to step foot on the Solitude Docks. \n\nThe Telvanni Dunmer took a deep breath, let his purple and lilac eyes absorb the scenery, and grinned as he placed his hands behind his back. Meanwhile, an Argonian came from the ship's recesses as well, tying down the ship and setting everything up for a long stay. The Argonian seemed to be a servant of Varis, as he did not wear any collar or rags, indicating he was no slave. But, to the untrained eye, it might seem like a...*Foreign* Arrangement. \n\nFor now, Varis inspected the docks idly, carefully studying the people, ships, and industry in the maritime facade of the city."
},
{
"author": "Talia at-Tura",
"message": "**How interesting...**\n\n*A commotion at the far side of the docks from where Talia had found herself engrossed with watching the dockhands flutter about tore Talia away from her thoughts. Upon glancing upward, she watched as quite the odd-looking heap of driftwood slotted into place along the harbor. Curiousity once again pulled at the ambassador, and she mingled her way towards the ship, dodging dock workers and East Empire Company officers on her way over. She stopped at the dock next to the boat and shuffled over to stand on top of a crate for a better view. Now she'd be out of the way and able to bear witness to the scene.*\n\n*Of course, at a quick glance, the redguard woman didn't stand out much. Her clothing was relatively simple in accordance to her desire to not draw too much attention to herself, but the garments of loose-fitting off-white and red did more than just accentuate her lean figure. They were in the style of the redguard people, and as such, if one were to pay attention, they would notice the woman didn't exactly fit in, even amongst the cacophony of odd individuals making up the dock's populace.*\n\n*Talia at-Tura did not concern herself with this minor notice. Instead, she watched as a dunmer man who scoffed and shoved some mildly important looking papers about. She also noted the argonian who was doing all the manual labor on the ship. A servant, perhaps? Either way, Talia could recognize one thing about Solitude's newest resident. He had a pole the height of the Throat of the World up his backside, and he certainly had the money to back it up.*\n\n*Wondering what to do next, Talia glanced towards the sky. It happened to be about midday, which gave her plenty of time until she had to be back at the embassy for supper. Perhaps this newcomer would continue to be intruiging to observe.*"
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Telvanni Oathman nodded to himself. All seems to be in order. This place, littered with merchants peddling fish, shells, souvenirs, and all manner of trinkets covered the docks. It was an admirable thing, and the sight of East Empire Company officials did not shock the Dunmer. Varis had made deals with the Company before, as in, to get them into Port Telvannis. It was difficult to convince the Magisters of their use, as they were inferior, drooling, mannish outlanders. Though, they were convinced of the economic use of the Company. \n\nIt would be just the same here. Practicality above all else. \n\nVaris glanced back toward Teejun, placed a hand to his chest to touch an amulet of silver, and said, \"Almost done?\""
},
{
"author": "Teejun",
"message": "\"One more case!\" The Argonian was quick, rushing into the companionway to get one last suitcase, and placed it with three more heavy looking items. \"Done!\" He stepped aside, knowing what would follow."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "With a nod, Varis flicked his wrist. \n\nWith a flicker of light, a plume of fog and dark magics, a portal blasted open next to the cases, and from it, a mule of sorts stepped out. Its hooves were pitch black and its fur was stark white, while its eyes were a pale lilac, similar to its master's. The mule had no ears and no eyelids, and its snout was shaped more like a beak than anything else. All over its body were straps and leather harnesses, to which Teejun began to tie the cases and such to.\n\nVaris glanced toward the worried Haafingar Guard, smiled politely, and nodded toward his conjured creature. \"Come, stay close to me, Heija.\" \n\nThe wizard turned and walked toward the crowded docks, many of whoms patrons gawked and stared at the odd creature behind him. Considering that it was not particularly monstrous, nor large, and likely easily slayable, there was little chance that it could ignite a mob, but eyes watched the Telvanni Dunmer carefully. \n\nIt would not be long before he passed Talia, his eyes glancing over a journal."
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{
"author": "Talia at-Tura",
"message": "**Huh, so the prickly elf does speak to the lower people.**\n\n*Talia's incredibly curly hair bounced in its tie made from red silk. She had pulled her hair back so as not to get caught in any of the stray spinters of the docks, but even a wide cloth could not contain the volume of her ebony-colored hair as it expaned down to her midback. When the dunmer spoke, Talia casually tilted her eyes to the left and upward, her head turning slightly to make the gesture. The elf was a fair bit taller than she, but still she kept his pace without missing a beat. And those eyes... If this mer decided to stand atop the Solitude lighthouse, he probably could guide his own ship into port with how they seemed to glow.*\n\n*Her hands rested just above her belt, both palms facing the sky with one hand cradling the other. With her shoulder's set and her grace accentuated, the redguard woman's mouth traced the ghost of a bemused smile as she replied.* \"That depends on what you plan to do during the duration of your stay here in Solitude.\" *Talia's voice was like a hot cup of coffee with a two pours of cream. It was thick, but smooth. Her accent was warm and had depth.* \"After all, you made quite the entrance just now. And entrances such as that are usually made by those who wish to be found.\"\n\n*She held his gaze for a moment, her own brown eyes looking like wide pools of molten chocolate as they sparkled with a whimsical glow.* \"What brings you to such an imposing city?\"\n\n*Perhaps he was here to peddle off as some form of odd merchant. If that was his ship, she could only assume he had a plethora of other oddities and bizarre trinkets to sell off. Although, as she took him in now, she wondered if he could be on official business such as herself. Had High Queen Elisif also reached out to Morrowind? According to Talia's intelligence, that should be out of the question with the current state of the Empire and Morrowind's government. Or lackthereof.*"
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Telvanni Wizard smirked as she mentioned *Imposing City*. This place was like a small town. A piddling thing, even as he glanced toward the massive archway and the blue palace sitting atop it. Growing up in Port Telvannis, surrounded by mushroom towers that scaled the height of that natural structure, he found this place as nothing more but a fleeting attempt at humanity's endless striving for meaning in their short lifespans. Countless generations, building on top of one another, never truly succeeding over the other.\n\nThough, he intended that to change. \n\n\"Oh, I'm here for many things. My entrance is but a side effect of my upbringing.\" A smirk formed. \"Silence and meekness is not a proper way to honor one's ancestors.\"\n\nVaris tilted his head toward her and said, \"I am a trader, of sorts. I specialize in international exports and imports. Something this city needs an exceptional quantity of before my work begins.\" He mused idly as he looked around. Then, back toward Talia. \"And you? I've read much about the Nords of Skyrim, and you seem to be, almost, as foreign to this land as I, Redguard.\"\n\nAs he spoke, a new face, looking at Varis and Talia, appeared in the crowd."
},
{
"author": "Branora Shaey",
"message": "A Dunmer woman of slender stature and supple features. Her eyes had red irises, but pale white sclera. It was evident she was not born in the ashwastes of Morrowind, as her clothes and hairstyle all spoke of Nordic customs and attire. This woman had suitably acclimated over the course of her youth, but, as she stood there, staring out at the docks, and saw a Spellwright of the Homeland, her eyes widened and a smile formed. \n\nBranora began to walk forward, eventually meeting Varis and Talia as Varis ceased his sentence. \"Lord Varis, a pleasure! My name is Branora Shaey.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "His eyes shifted from Talia toward Branora, and his eyebrow rose. \"Hm. Remarkable. Yes! Excellent, lead the way. We will not be far behind.\""
},
{
"author": "Branora Shaey",
"message": "With a hasty nod, she took a step toward Teejun, graciously took one of the cases, and carried it as she became their escort."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Varis looked back toward Talia, unaffected by the brief interruption, as he examined her for an answer."
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"author": "Talia at-Tura",
"message": "**Just Varis. Good. Talia was going to have her hands full of official nobility anyway. Even if he acted like one, at least it was only in cultural title.**\n\n*She felt his eyes on her. It wasn't a lustful gaze, of that, she was sure. She had felt the eyes of other high-ranking officers in her homeland as they came to her father's home. Came to discuss business, only to inquire about their host's nearly-of-age daughter. Instead... This was a look of study.*\n\n\"So you want to set up here, in Skyrim's capital? I can see the appeal, but you may have better luck as a merchant in Whiterun.\" *Talia suggests as she grabs her dress, lifting it up as she climbs the first of the few steps leading out of the docks.* \"All roads in Skyrim pass through Whiterun eventually. You probably would have better luck finding what you are looking for there.\"\n\n*As they reach the top of the steps, Talia lets go of her dress, but before she can speak again, her attention is drawn to the sound of music and people clapping.*"
},
{
"author": "Regan Moors",
"message": "*A beautiful woman with Raven hair and a green dress stands atop a makeshift stage of crates. She dances and sings a story as another man in the orange uniform of the Bard's College plays an instrument to her tail. Quite a large crowd of dockworkers, children, and other city residents are gathered around. They clap and dance along as the woman sings. With her final note, a dramatic four-beat cadence finishes and the crowd vigorously applauds, tossing coins into a bag set in front of the crates. The woman bows, and curtsies before allowing her accompanist to bow as well.*"
},
{
"author": "Talia at-Tura",
"message": "*Talia feels herself being led along by the two Dunmer, but that same smirk from earlier creeps onto her face.* \"It seems you have understated the Bards College's impact on the land, Just Varis,\" *She remarks.*\n\n*Waving her hand to dismiss the spectacle, she continues to follow.* \"As for me, there are not many Redguard people in this land. The few I have met have greeted me with the kinship that comes from being different in a strange land. There is an understanding there not easily gleaned by the Nordic people. Still, I have never been treated with disdain or hostility based upon such fleeting features by them. The Nords are proud and stubborn, but they are loyal and truthful, in my limited experience thus far into my stay.\"\n\n*She looks up at Varis again before looking about the streets they now walked.* \"Where are we going, anyhow? I did not realize you had booked a city-wide tour. Otherwise I would have offered to pay for our guide's services.\""
},
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "A smirk formed as she commented that he ought to go elsewhere for business. The City of Whiterun. \n\n\"Perhaps, if I wanted to sit behind a stall all day in the sweltering sun of a backwater environ designed for the stench of horses. Such beasts are for consuming, not riding.\" Varis rolled his eyes and shook his head as he continued. His eyes glanced toward the performance, and his eyebrows furrowed a tad. \"Hm. Impact? I do not underestimate that the people of this land enjoy half-rate performances. Their collection is equally inferior.\"\n\nThe Telvanni Spellwright listened as she dismissed the spectacle and continued. His eyebrow rose as she explained the role of the Redguards within the land. He gleaned that it was relatively simple to move between the realms of man, as a man. Varis nodded as she explained how the Nords treated her, and he placed an index finger to his chin as he considered a few things. \n\nThe people of this land valued loyalty and honesty, but are proud and stubborn. Simple. The tactics, then, must be similar to what was required in Port Telvannis. One must convince these people that it was their idea to do something you want them to do. Stubbornness, pride, all facets of arrogance that could be manipulated and twisted. Varis' father and mother had been exceptional worshippers of Mephala, and the Webspinner's teachings were carried by their son every day. \n\n\"To my abode. Just because I intend to work closely with the docks and the high value traders, do not expect me to sleep near the stench of raw fish. I have rented a suite in the Winking Skeever. Branora?\"\n\n\"Is my suite furnished and to my liking?\""
},
{
"author": "Branora Shaey",
"message": "\"Erm, according to your specifications, my Lord!\" She nodded and continued ahead, the group venturing closer to the gates of the city. Within the first few walls of the city, there were less houses, as the guards patrolled and secured the area between the outside and inside of the city. Though, traders of fine wares and goods still strolled about, monitored by the guards as they patrolled heavily here."
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"And you? Have you found a place to lay your head in this...\" He looked around at the stone architecture. \"Stone garden?\""
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"author": "Talia at-Tura",
"message": "*Once again, Talia is surprised at Varis' common trend of dismissal. There are many small wonders in the world to enjoy if one allows themself to view them. Whiterun, bards, simple rooms in simple inns... Talia was beginning to quesiton if this man had anything to offer at all. Although, the conversation with Branora dashed these doubts. Anyone who took the time to get the attention of the lower class ought to know the power of their words. Perhaps he could still be a useful ally.*\n\n*Although, Talia couldn't help but shake the curiosity of what someone could possibly want with rearranging a room. Varis' question brings her out of her thoughts.* \"As a matter of fact, I have found residence. I have also slowly began to appreciate the Nordic population's designs. They are anything but familiar, but their art and buildings exude a character I did not expect in such a frozen land.\"\n\n*Talia turns her head to look at the dunmer once more.* \"So you may understand my bewilderment at your lack of a similar appreciation for such artwork. Truly, there is nothing similar to it elsewhere. Their beauty comes from their identity, for they do not try to be anything but themselves. It is something in which I had expected such a pronounced individual to show more interest.\""
},
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"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The sorcerer glanced toward the stalls around him, an eyebrow rose as he witnessed the wares being peddled. Though, his observations were short-lived, as Talia began to *Challenge* His superiority complex. Varis looked toward her with a fair bit of curiosity. He was intrigued to see what words she would use. Would she attempt to put him down, or engage in whitty banter? So far, she had been cordial and respectful... And to his knowledge, he had been just as such, *Toward her*. The rest of their surroundings were of little importance, to him. \n\nThough, it seemed she took a liking to the Nord's culture, rather than their physiques and looks. Varis smirked. How dissimilar they were, it seemed they appreciates opposite but equal facets. \n\n\"Perhaps you have a point. Perhaps. Though, consider my position, hm? *I* Come from a land of twisting stalks of fungi, gnarled roots grown into massive towers that block out the sun, where the immortal Wizard Lords of my people command the roots and fungi to their every whim, every desire. Imagine, the spindling bridges between towers, the gourd homes that hang from the caps and turrets of these structures, and the myriad of arcane lights, *Culled* Daedra, fanatic worshippers in the streets, and fiery scholars slitting the throats of their rivals in broad day light, or striking a flaming palm against their chests to rip out their hearts.\"\n\nVaris grinned a little."
},
{
"author": "Branora Shaey",
"message": "She glanced behind herself, toward Varis, with a look of obvious shock. Was that what the homeland was truly like?! Why did he seem to *Appreciate* Such chaos? She looked forward again, sent into a state of obvious bewilderment."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"This place just seems so... Tame.\" He sighed through his nostrils, began to frown, but then, seemed...*Relaxed*. \"Perhaps, I will grow to like it. *Perhaps*.\" He looked toward Talia. \"The identity of these Nords is not missed by one such as myself. Though, I have read the histories. They have... Become tame. In my youth, I heard the stories of Ice Demons wearing pale flesh shouting my people apart, as they attempted to conquer the home of my ancestors. I know the tales of them raising the dead with merely their voices, causing mountains to rumble and part at their breath, and the fire in their eyes, the mirth in their laughter, as they tore through the defenders of the Velothi.\"\n\nVaris smirked a tad. \"Hence, I expected something else entirely, than what I see now.\" He glanced about, toward a relatively civilized, content place full of merchants, guards, and peace. He yearned to see the darkness beneath the surface, and grinned at the prospect of torturing every detail out of the night crawlers when they came tapping upon his door. \"Though, thank you, I'm glad I seem *Pronounced* To you. It took a lot of time to curate such a sense of self,\" He frowned as he rubbed his fingers together, glancing at the silver jewelry that wrapped around his hands to form claws on the index and middle fingers, with more chains and designs covering up to his forearm. \n\nHe glanced toward her. \"Though, *Please*, tell me more. Perhaps I will see what you see, with a bit of education. I may have my reservations, and, disdains, but first and foremost, I am an academic. I am not afraid of being wrong. It just, *Surprises me*, when I am.\" He smirked. It was an attempt at a joke, but, he lacked any real charisma to pull off a humorous expression."
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{
"author": "Talia at-Tura",
"message": "**I think I'm enjoying this.**\n\n*Talia liked her conversation with this dunmer, even if a part of his persona made Talia question her own sanity for being brave enough to engage with him this long. He was too old, too experienced to be bested in verbal combat. An immovable object of sorts. Anything Talia said bounced off Varis' walls to her, which she caught and threw back at his walls in turn.\"\n\n\"Your home does indeed sound beautiful in its own way as well, although I admit to not knowing as much about it as I'd like. My people are... Not as accepting of elvenkind as the Nords are due to our quarrels with a - different power.\" *Talia didn't need to finish the phrase properly.*\n\n\"As for the people they once were, I also would not underestimate their memory. From what I have heard of their somewhat recent Civil War, I do believe a reclamation of sorts has begun. I would not find myself very surprised if one day the northern race of men finds themselves living up to thei ancient heritage.\"\n\n*Talia swivels her head away from Varis, looking around as they got closer to what Talia assumed to be their destination. Tilting her head slightly, she picks up her dress as she steps over some uneven cobbelstones and lets go before she asks,* \"My goodness, have we nearly arrived? I did not believe a walk through Solitude could feel so quick.\" *She looks over to the door of the inn where two men clad in steel and leather armor exit the hall conversing with one another as they strolled in the direction of one of the guard's quarters. Indeed, warriors were never far removed from Skyrim's populace.*\n\n\"Tell me, Varis, how might I find you again?\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The wizard raised an eyebrow as Talia provided a bit of enlightenment toward her culture's dealings with elvenkind. Varis' lips curled into a slight grin, as he considered the Thalmor. They were on Port Telvannis, but were treated like scum. One might imagine that the Telvanni, superiority incarnate, would appreciate the words of the Altmer. Though, what rights do Aedric loving fanatical fascists have to express their blistering nonsense in the presence of true intellectuals? \n\nHe had to be honest to himself, in his eyes, Talia had become exceptionally more interesting. He knew she as from Hammerfell, but her quip about the Aldmeri Dominion was certainly a boost for his interest in her as an individual. Though, her tone was... Ambivalent. Was she truly with her people, regarding the Dominion, or was she in Skyrim specifically to get closer to them? Perhaps receive an invitation from Elenwen herself? \n\nThen, she educated him on a rather optimistic pursuit of the Nordic peoples. Varis raised his chin, his eyebrows piqued as he listened. A hand clasped the hemn of his robes as he fingered it idly, his eyes shifting to the side as he witnessed a veteran beggar lazily muttering to himself in a corner. Some indignant soldier from said Civil War, whose presence had become as much of a hinderance as an annoyance to the populace. \n\n\"Hm. I look forward to such a revival's outcome.\"\n\nHis head shifted as she expressed her surprise at such a brief walk. Varis' eyebrows furrowed a tad. Was she simply being polite? They had walked quite a long while, or perhaps, she anticipated a profitable friendship with him by appeasing his ego? By incinuating that his presence was so delightful that it made time pass by quicker than it would with another?\n\nVaris smirked a little. \"I will typically be anywhere in the city, or the docks. Perhaps, even, the Blue Palace. Maybe the Castle Dour, it's all quite relative to the day to day tasks I have planned for myself. Though, should you ever need me for anything, *Magically related*, do not hesitate to ask for me,\" He gestured toward the Winking Skeever's doors, as they shut behind the warriors, shutting off the sound of babbling reverly inside. \"Perhaps you'll even see me whisked away by the guards when I get caught for accidentally Levitating.\" \n\nA smirk formed. \"Possibly.\""
},
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"author": "Teejun",
"message": "\"Varis, I don't think Heija will be allowed inside.\""
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "\"Hmm... Very well,\" He turned toward Heija, walked toward her and Teejun, made a few hand motions, conjured a few blinking lights about swirling runes and glyphs emenating from his hands, and placed his hands on the suitcases and bags the two were carrying.\n\nA guard nearby was ready to shout at Varis, until he saw the Daedric pack-mule vanish, and Teejun straighten his back, as if he were carrying cases of feathers.\n\n\"Be quick, I believe those enchantments will last about two minutes. Just set them inside the room, I'll sort everything out. Get yourself something tasty, while you're inside.\""
},
{
"author": "Teejun",
"message": "He nodded, \"Will do!\" He picked up the suitcases that Heija had been carrying and walked at breakneck speed into the Tavern."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Toward Branora, he said, \"Go with him, please. No need to have the tavern owner think he's a thief. The last thing I need is to bail him out of another prison...\" He said that last part to himself, but at the same volume."
},
{
"author": "Branora Shaey",
"message": "\"Uh, sure, will do, Lord Varis!\" She spun on her heels and rushed on after Teejun."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Finally, back to Talia, he said, \"I take it you're too busy to share one of these, eh, *Meads*? I've heard such lovely news about these substances, but never managed to work up the appetite for one.\" He glanced around. \"Though, where better to have a sip?\""
}
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{
"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn quickly turned to glance at the other Dunmer now striding next to her. She gave him a quick up and down, noting his rather regal, disposition. The way he carried himself, the quality of his robes. She thought he gave off a sense of richness, nobility even. The presence of another Dunmer was a comfort, though, not many in Solitude were willing to really interact with her. Luhn slowed her pace, stopping after the two crossed a short length of the Solitude dock.\n\n\"Ah, hail bretheren!\" She began with a rather chipper tone. A smile overtaking her neutral expression. Her mannerisms were clearly a lot more casual than most. Her speech came out quickly, excited. \"Im just out here taking in the sites, doing the ol' adventuring and what not. Odd job here or there. First time in this part of Tamriel actually. Still getting used to the Nords and all their customs.\" Luhn twisted her head to the side, picking up the sound of an approaching dock hand carrying a heavy basket. She stepped to the side making more room for the man to pass before turning back towards Varis. \n\n \"Ah, where are my manners.\" She gave a formal bow, hand resting on the pommel of her blade to steady it. Luhn straightened and quickly motioned to herself. \"My name is Luhn Hleri. Honored to meet you Sir...?\n\nShe waits to receive an answer, her manner of speech obviously not that of someone who has grown up in Morrowind. In the moment of silence Luhn felt a bit awkward. This man was clearly someone of high standing."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "Varis raised his eyebrow as he heard her speak, and slowed to a stop as she did. He did not tilt his head or provide a look of surprise at her informal expressions and dialect, but he attempted to gauge the placement of the accent. Perhaps she was from Western Morrowind? The Redoran Region was full of adventurers and confident wanderers. Though, it seemed soon into the conversation, she became more formal, more mannered, and bowed before straightening her posture and addressing him. \n\nVaris held up his chin and said, \"Varis Xai'Shen.\" He examined her garments and observed that some seemed more worn than others, indicating relatively modular set of leather armor. More over, he recognized the style. This was an Ashlander's jerkin, or at least fashioned in the style. \"I've only arrived a few days ago, and, I must agree, the Nords and their ways are difficult to get used to. So... Performatively hardy.\" \n\nHe smirked a little, as he looked around the spring-time for a northern part of the continent. It was cold, on account of the nearby draft coming down the snowy slopes, but it was relatively comfortable. \"Such a brutish and headstrong culture, and yet they do not swallow ash in the middle of a sunny day, or have their skin flayed by scorching hot ashlands.\"\n\nVaris smirked a little as he looked toward her, \"Your jerkin, is it of Ashlander make?\""
},
{
"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn nodded as Varis spoke, making note of how refined his cadence was. She wasn't exactly familiar with the cultural ques that came with upper class dunmer, and father never bothered to teach her the customs to deal with high class mer either. She kept her tone casual. \n\n\"Eh, I crossed into Skyrim through the Jerall Mountains. Nearly froze my ass off doing so. Ugh most uncomfortable three days of my life. I guess I can understand where they get it from. That being said I'm not so sure about why they need to flaunt it so much. I swear I spotted a handful of them skinny dipping in some frozen puddle at the top of the mountains. It was such a relief getting down into the Rift.\" A shiver made it's way up Luhns spine, the memory of the cold replaying itself. She shook her head and reached a hand up, pulling her yellow scarf a bit tighter around her neck. After she glanced down at her Jerkin. \nAnswering Varis' question.\n\n\"It is actually, I'd tell you tribe who made it but I don't know where it came from. It was given to me by a family member a long while ago. Great piece of equiptment, light, tough, easy to wear in a hot desert.\" Luhn taps at the chest-piece with her knuckles. As far as older pieces of armor are concerned it is well taken care of. There is wear along the edges, scratches and a couple deeper gashes that had been sewn back together. The slight shine of the leather indicating regular conditioning. Luhn motions back to Varis. \n\n\"And how did you make your way to Skyrim, or really, what for? You wear such fine clothes, are you a merchant, perchance?\" Luhn did think him a curious sight. Most of the Dunmer she had met in Skyrim were citizens, some didn't even speak Dunmeris. She wondered if he was some Great House trader, or perhaps a diplomat? She studied his face more, his eyes were unique, to her at least. The facial tattoos seemed to be from some custom she didn't know."
},
{
"author": "Varis Xai'Shen",
"message": "The Dunmer nodded along, making faces at the thought of a bunch of people skinny dipping in an icy pond. A grueling thought, indeed, especially as he had dipped his toes into the icy waters around the docks they stood on before. A gruesome thing, indeed. He supposed in that case, if someone is able to do that, they might as well be as bodacious as they please. Varis then listened to the explanation for the jerkin, and his eyebrows rose a little. He nodded along, a slight frown forming as she said she did not know what tribe it came from. \n\nAs for Varis' face, the tattoos he wore were of Daedric Script, and if Luhn was familiar with the text, she would note that the tattoos translated to the various parts they were inked into his face, but in the finer details, there were lenghty scriptures that made up the whole of each letter. It was a mesmerizing display to look at, and his purple eyes and undertones certainly helped to solidify his ethereality. If it was not for the inky black hair he had on his face, he likely would have seem far more mystical. But, instead, he definitely fit the bill of a noble magi obsessed with wealth and power.\n\n\"Hm. Good eye,\" He gestured to his spider-silk robes, \"I am a Spellwright of House Telvanni. I came from Port Telvannis to open a new business venture here in Skyrim. I aim to improve the trade between Eastern Morrowind and Skyrim, starting with Solitude. I primarily came here to investigate the ancient Nordic Ruins, as there is too little information on these places. For as much as the Nords like to write down their songs, they speak more of battle, rather than architecture, schematics, and logistical drawings. For instance, when I see a Nordic Ruin, I want to know how such a place impacted the local populace over the centuries since the Merethic Era, and how much magic has been soaked into its foundations, from raw belief and practice within its tombs.\"\n\nVaris whisked his hand dismissively, \"So, yes, I am an eclectic scholar-merchant. Though, business is more of a hobby. I am a Theoretical Arcanist by trade. As in, instead of being exceptionally powerful and gifted with magic, I study the formulas and deeper levels of the subject to gain greater understanding. A firebolt can be just as deadly as a firestorm, with the right trajectory and propulsion, and concentration.\"\n\nHis eyebrows rose a little, \"Are you familiar with the mystic arts?\" It was common for Dunmer adventurers to be spellswords, but, he did not notice any diadems or amulets of power of any kind. Maybe he just had not looked hard enough, but he was intrigued to know her skill/knowledge."
},
{
"author": "Luhn Hleri",
"message": "Luhn listened intently as Varis explained his reasons for being in Skyrim. A Telvanni in this part of Tamriel was interesting. Her own knowledge of the house was minimal at most, despite having blood ties to it. Her father had never gone into depth when it came to the Telvanni, most conversations about them just lead to him complaining them. Luhn nodded along as Varis described his research with the Nordic ruins, she herself hadn't had the chance to see one, and she definitely wished to hear more about them. \n\n\"Familiar? Pshh.\" Luhn shrugged her shoulders. \"I wish, barely can conjure a spark. Let alone hold it for any particular amount of time. My father said I got it from his side of the family, and that we are about as magically inclined as a box of nails.\" She shifted her pose, putting her hands on her hips. \"Though I did spend a good decade of my youth working for a mage in Belkarth. Spent years going through his collection and cataloguing everything for his shop. Learned a lot about enchantments, and magical items from across Tamriel. That being said none of that really translates into actual technical ability.\"\n\nLuhn tapped the hilt of the her sword, a longsword of mottled steel, wrapped in a weathered and beaten sheath. The peculiar weapon wasn't of Dunmer or Mannish origin, but rather boasted an Altmer design. \"Thankfully I'm half decent with a sword, no need for magic here.\"\n\n She lapses for a moment \"Nordic ruins eh? I can only imagine what goes on in those. I will admit I'm not exactly too learned when it comes to the Skyrim and her history. But I've heard so many stories from the locals about them. Is it true that they're filled to the brim with the undead? I haven't had the time to really crack one open and go exploring.\" Luhn admitted, her time in Skyrim had mostly been moving between cities, and camping out under the stars. The most advantageous experiences she's had so far; consisted of tracking down some thieves and running from a bear."
}
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